Let bygones be bygones...

The mood is bitter.
The BH’s sister is getting married. An inter religion marriage just like us. And her father has agreed to it.
On one plane, I am very very happy for her. That she did not have to go through any of the mental agony that we did, her prayers have been answered and she has no more tensions left. Her parents and in laws have hit it off real well from the beginning itself. It’s a good thing.
But on the other plane I feel very bitter. That when we were in the same situation three years back, his father was totally different. Repeatedly rude to my parents and grandparents, refusing to come to the reception which my parents finally put together. His ego was dominant and he refused to listen to anybody else. He wanted to make things most difficult for us and in that he succeeded. Nobody has ever made me cry so much as this man did. And almost a year after our marriage he finally came around that he would accept us provided I convert, changed my name to something else and used that name in the invitation card! I don’t know whether he realizes how much pain he caused my parents or how much problems he created between the BH and me because of his stubbornness and ego.
Marriage is not just a union of two people, it is also a coming together of two different families. It is a bond where there is no blood relation and yet the relationship evolves to one more close than any. Every girl looks forward to her marriage. The days before the D-day filled with love. There is a mood of celebration in the house…frantic planning… endless shopping… good natured teasing... love and happiness abounding. There is a feeling of anticipation of going to a new home, a feeling of wonder and amazement at how the years have passed the excitement at the beginning of a new phase. And finally when the day arrives, it turns out to be the happiest moment in the bride and bridegroom’s minds filling their minds with happy memories. And thanks to the ego of one person, we were denied all this!
There is a saying that there are two instances when children realize how much their parents love them. One is during their wedding and the other is when they have children of their own. But for us, one set of parents refused to take part and the other set was so tensed and worried that they just wanted the damn thing to be done over with! And today this man is happily talking to his daughter’s in-laws to be, politely discussing how to conduct the marriage. Now there is no ego, no loss of pride, no throwing the daughter out of the house, no screaming at in-laws. Nothing!!!
Its been three years now, high time to forgive and move on, but what do they say about the heart not allowing to forget. So true, everybody is so selfish when it comes to their own.

whew!

The BH has gone to Hyderabad for two days. Thanks to the new airport being 55 km from our home( the older one was just 2 km!!!!) he left at 7 for a 10 am flight. ( SAD!!!)

I am home alone with an adrenalin filled hyperactive insomniac cutie pie( who even as I write this has got up from his power nap and is busy trying to lick my chappals)!!!!

The war begins1

Harassed and haggard looking mom: See mowgli, one two three little balls of food.

Loudly announces while managing to pop one into Mowgli's mouth with a triumphant smile. "One down two more to go."

Determined Mowgli waits two seconds for mama to smile in relief and then spits out the entire thing thinking " One out mama, two more to go!!!"

God save me!!!

Tere bina zindagi se...

Today is one of those days where everything seems nice and sunny. Have been playing music from morning, all my favourites back to back and I’m kind of at peace with myself. Was wondering why I don’t do this more often. Yesterday night after dinner, me and the BH sat listening to old hindi songs, him watching the IPL and me reading Dr.Spock . Mowgli curled up on the BH's chest. It was a very peaceful moment, something i would like to freeze frame. The strings of ” Aaina mujhse mere" from Daddy," mera kuch saaman" from ijaazat and many more playing in the background. There is a comfortable silence.. . eyes closed to concentrate better on a favourite song savouring the lyrics… totally relaxed …loving life as it is

everything happens for the good!

Yesterday got a call from my ex-manager offering a position as manager in his team. Its a good profile and a great company and career wise it’s a good move. Everything is great about it, except the timings. It’s a full time position with no scope for work from home or flexi timings. So there it goes down the drain. If this had come a little earlier, then I would have grabbed it without even a second thought. But it is not meant to be. Feeling a little disappointed about this today. Maybe tomorrow will bring better things
My mum’s pearls of wisdom when I tell her this: everything happens for the good!
I am waiting to see the “good”.

banana banana everywhere..

there is banana on the sofa.. there is banana on the bean bag.. there is banana on mama's t shirt.. there is banana on the floor.. there is banana on Mowgli's shirt.. and yet again some more on the mirror.. and here again banana on the play mat and banana over all our toys...
there is mashed banana on everything in the jungle house except in mowgli's tummy!!!!
sigh.....

Back after our first vacation with Mowgli!

Quite a hectic 6 days jam packed with activities. His “chorunnu” (ceremony where he is given the first bite of solids) went off well with him proving to be a greedy pig. In just a week he has matured to gobbling up stewed apples, orange juice, little bits of rice and generally everything. Seeing him eat, my mother keeps on saying that we have been starving the poor boy all along with our stupid notions of breast feeding only for the first 6 months. Hopefully he will now start gaining weight and become a rolly poly.
Seeing so many different faces everyday has made him quite clingy. He starts to cry when either of us are not around which has disappointed the grandparents and the great grandparents a little. Hopefully should be better by the next trip.
In these few days I have had an inkling into the kind of boy he might grow up to be. Very naughty, but a charmer at heart. He rolls over the bed, butts everybody with that nearly bald head, licks you in the face till you go YUCKKKK, jumps from your arms to the next person and jumps back equally fast, blows bubbles when drinking water and the best one is the new found trick of trying to feed while standing on all fours!!! God Save Me!
All in all, the house has totally livened up. He can recognize all of us now, has his favourites for different activities, his dad for sleeping and his mom for eating. He completely refuses to sleep if I carry him and doesn’t eat if the BH feeds him. According to his star, he is supposed to be very determined and stubborn, but in a nice way.. Ahem….

Our next challenge is to cut down on night time feeds. The book says that he should be sleeping through the night or else at least 6 hours.. welll the book can say so but our little master will do as he pleases.

We have got a new maid now ( the third one in the past 3 months). She is quite a specimen! More about her and her one liners soon.