"Adventure calls. Blaze a new trail. Cross a continent. Dare to discover. Escape the routine. Find a fresh perspective. Go slow; gaze absentmindedly and savor every moment. Have some fun! Invest now in future memories. Journeys are the midwives of thought; Keep a journal. Leave prejudice and narrow mindedness behind. Make for the horizon and meet new people. Navigate the unknown. Observe, and open your mind. Pursue a road less traveled. Quest for truth. Rely on yourself. Sail away from the safe harbor; Take a risk. Unleash your curiosity. Venture further. Why wait? eXpect the unexpected. Say Yes to adventure….journey with Zeal!"
This is what I wish for myself and for everybody else.
A year filled with love and laughter and adventure. A year that you'll never want to end. A year where you will make memories that will last a lifetime. A year that will be cherished always. A super duper smashing year!
Have fun!
God Bless!
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Living up to his namesake!
Mowgli swinging on a make-shift punching bag that my mom hung in her kitchen!
Monday, November 30, 2009
My sweet son...
was shy when he saw me again. took time to come to me. did a lion roar at me. tried to hide his joy and sadness in a number of ways. showed me all his new toys. talked to me non stop never once calling me mama. he had grown big. his hair had grown long. i couldn't get enough of him. after some time i scolded him for hitting me and that is when the tears erupted. 4 long weeks of being brave and he just exploded into wracking sobs. his tiny body shaking. upper lip trembling. all three of us hugged each other, the BH, Mowgli and I, and stayed that way for some time.
we are okay now. back to our routine. Mowgli took two days to finally call me mama. he would call call me ammamma, mamamma, kochu and everything else except mama. i don't know in his mind whether that insecurity of being left alone has gone. last evening we had gone out for dinner with friends and jokingly told Mowgli bye. he stared at us not saying anything watching us slowly walk away. and all the while his eyes filled up with tears, but not a sob escaped his lips. i felt so miserable seeing that. is it right for a two year old to control his emotions so much?
not sending Mowgli away for a long time. till he can understand that this is just a vacation and that always he will come back to mama and dada.
P.S. Cocoal on the other hand was overjoyed. Knocked us down. Licked and pawed us and peed everywhere in her excitement!
we are okay now. back to our routine. Mowgli took two days to finally call me mama. he would call call me ammamma, mamamma, kochu and everything else except mama. i don't know in his mind whether that insecurity of being left alone has gone. last evening we had gone out for dinner with friends and jokingly told Mowgli bye. he stared at us not saying anything watching us slowly walk away. and all the while his eyes filled up with tears, but not a sob escaped his lips. i felt so miserable seeing that. is it right for a two year old to control his emotions so much?
not sending Mowgli away for a long time. till he can understand that this is just a vacation and that always he will come back to mama and dada.
P.S. Cocoal on the other hand was overjoyed. Knocked us down. Licked and pawed us and peed everywhere in her excitement!
Friday, November 20, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Home sweet home!
Reached in one piece and yes, the baggage also reached!!!
Pretty eventful. Continental is the #^%^&&^@$@! airlines ever. Fought with them for over 15 min for the car seat. They refused to check it in saying that I need to pay $100. How much ever I argued that Emirates had allowed it, the refrain was : “Maam, If Emirates has allowed it then you should board the flight from Houston” . Finally they allowed to check it in free till Houston and then its my responsibility.
Then started on the baggage! One was 58 pounds and the other 65 pounds, both well within Emirate limits. Again they started off on their familiar refrain on how I should have checked in from Houston and blah blah blah. BY then I was fed up arguing with them and paid them 100$!!! ( My fingers r crossed hoping that office will reimburse it.)
Houston was great. The Emirates people were super cool. Checked in the car seat without any fuss and told me that Continental should have checked it in free from Austin itself. When I told them I had to pay extra for the baggage, they were pretty shocked and said that they have some alliance with Continental, therefore I should not have paid that amount!
Moral of the Story: Do not fly by any of the domestic US airlines. If you have no other choice then be prepared to fight it out !!!
Yes, I know there is an even better moral of not overloading your bags with stuff, but then that is debatable! :-)
Pretty eventful. Continental is the #^%^&&^@$@! airlines ever. Fought with them for over 15 min for the car seat. They refused to check it in saying that I need to pay $100. How much ever I argued that Emirates had allowed it, the refrain was : “Maam, If Emirates has allowed it then you should board the flight from Houston” . Finally they allowed to check it in free till Houston and then its my responsibility.
Then started on the baggage! One was 58 pounds and the other 65 pounds, both well within Emirate limits. Again they started off on their familiar refrain on how I should have checked in from Houston and blah blah blah. BY then I was fed up arguing with them and paid them 100$!!! ( My fingers r crossed hoping that office will reimburse it.)
Houston was great. The Emirates people were super cool. Checked in the car seat without any fuss and told me that Continental should have checked it in free from Austin itself. When I told them I had to pay extra for the baggage, they were pretty shocked and said that they have some alliance with Continental, therefore I should not have paid that amount!
Moral of the Story: Do not fly by any of the domestic US airlines. If you have no other choice then be prepared to fight it out !!!
Yes, I know there is an even better moral of not overloading your bags with stuff, but then that is debatable! :-)
Monday, November 9, 2009
Too much of a good thing!
The novelty of relaxing has worn off.
The novelty of not having anyone around, but just me has worn off
The novelty of not having to answer to "mama" every ten minutes has worn off
The novelty of not having to search for keys/mobile/wallet that are mostly under the BH's nose has worn off
The novelty of not having to clean the house has worn off
The novelty of not having to make sure that Cocoa has a bone to chew on and there are no slippers/mats etc has worn off
I miss my family. I look at couples walking together hand in hand and I miss the BH. I look at kids wistfully. Just want to be with my baby who as of now is pretending that I do not exist.
Just a week more.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Thought for the day
"Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards." - Soren Kierkegaard
MY SON WANTS TO BE A
COCONUT TREE CLIMBER!!!
Yo
u will not find one house in Kerala that does not have a coconut tree! Every three-four months, there is a guy who is eagerly awaited by the ladies of the house. He will most always be a skinny guy, as thin as the trunk of a coconut tree. With utmost skill he will shimmy up the coconut tree and pluck and throw the coconuts down never once losing his balance. The only equipment that he has is a rope that is tied between his ankles. How he manages this, I don't know. As soon as he has climed the umpteen trees in the compund, the grateful lady of the house gives him tea and some coconuts as payment and tries to persuade him to stay and split the husks for her. Sometimes he does and sometimes he doesn't. Finally the coconuts are gathered and stored in the dark store rooms where they stay till they metamorphize into delicious chutneys , coconut oil, grated coconuts for the thorans. 
You name it and we have coconut in it! They are distributed amongst family and out of towners (like us) who do not have a coconut tree. The BH grumbles about this , but I always get my supply of coconuts and coconut oil each time i visit Kerala. Yes, I know its available in Bangalore, but when it is freely available at home then why buy it?? If you hear him grumble you would think he carries the entire sack on his all the way to Blore!!!
u will not find one house in Kerala that does not have a coconut tree! Every three-four months, there is a guy who is eagerly awaited by the ladies of the house. He will most always be a skinny guy, as thin as the trunk of a coconut tree. With utmost skill he will shimmy up the coconut tree and pluck and throw the coconuts down never once losing his balance. The only equipment that he has is a rope that is tied between his ankles. How he manages this, I don't know. As soon as he has climed the umpteen trees in the compund, the grateful lady of the house gives him tea and some coconuts as payment and tries to persuade him to stay and split the husks for her. Sometimes he does and sometimes he doesn't. Finally the coconuts are gathered and stored in the dark store rooms where they stay till they metamorphize into delicious chutneys , coconut oil, grated coconuts for the thorans. 
You name it and we have coconut in it! They are distributed amongst family and out of towners (like us) who do not have a coconut tree. The BH grumbles about this , but I always get my supply of coconuts and coconut oil each time i visit Kerala. Yes, I know its available in Bangalore, but when it is freely available at home then why buy it?? If you hear him grumble you would think he carries the entire sack on his all the way to Blore!!!Coming back to Mowgli, he saw this super interesting and completely new activity at the BH's place. And ever since then he is seen standing next to the coconut tree trying to climb it. and saying to the tree "Mowglinu jump" ( can be loosely translated as "Mowgli wants to jump on you")!!!
Monday, November 2, 2009
Time flies
doesnt it?
I was going through some old posts and I'm surprised at how the time has gone. From Mowgli crawling around to now running/cycling around the house; of how our house used to be before we had Cocoa, of how our, the BH's and mine, thoughts have changed. The priorities.
Again and again I come back to this one thought! Of how much my boy has grown up in the past one year. And how much more in these four weeks I'm away from him. I talk to him over the phone and every day he says a new word. My mother in law tells me of how he is playing with a car, fighting with the birds, his broken english phrases and I feel so sad. How can I miss out even a day of his growing up?
Well, thats life for you!
I was going through some old posts and I'm surprised at how the time has gone. From Mowgli crawling around to now running/cycling around the house; of how our house used to be before we had Cocoa, of how our, the BH's and mine, thoughts have changed. The priorities.
Again and again I come back to this one thought! Of how much my boy has grown up in the past one year. And how much more in these four weeks I'm away from him. I talk to him over the phone and every day he says a new word. My mother in law tells me of how he is playing with a car, fighting with the birds, his broken english phrases and I feel so sad. How can I miss out even a day of his growing up?
Well, thats life for you!
Saturday, October 31, 2009
I just had the most ridiculous conversation ever!
Went down for breakfast and saw a guy from the same company. I was introduced to him yesterday evening, so for courtesy sake thought 'll join him. Wrong Wrong Wrong decision!
We got talking. Work, Austin etc etc. Then, he asked me about my background.
"***** from Kerala, ****** from Trichy". He looks at me for some time , then exclaims"Oh, you are a mallu?"
"Yes."
"Oh! How did you overcome your accent?"
What??? What the #$%^&*^%$#@! I smile at him politely and just leave the question unanswered. Anybody with half a brain can make out that I'm just being polite. bUt No, this guy just doesnt get it.
I mutter " Not all mallus have an accent!"
He smiles widely " Yes, Yes.. Like me!". So Mr. Indian-trying -hard-to-be-an-american is a mallu. He dismisses Kerala with a shrug and tries a drawl" I've been in Bangalore and US most of my life. Thankfully was out before I could develop that accent. I'm a seetisen now!" Its all I can do to not correct him. Its citiZen! not seetisen.
"So Have you been in Blore for a long time ?"
I say, "not much. just 5 years."
" Oh, so thats when you got rid of your mallu accent!"
I am ready to throw the waffles and syrup at him. I again force myself to smile politely and tell him, "No . This is how I used to speak before also. Have not consciously monitored and changed the way I speak". He still looks unconvinced. I am least bothered. I start gobbling my food trying to escape from this wierdo.
He starts talking about his family and we move into neutral subjects.
"I guess, the school that you went to, they removed your accent."
I try to smile, but I have gone past politeness. I just glare at him.
He still doesnt get it! "Tell me... What about your parents?Do they have an accent?"
What is his #%^$ problem? Arre yaar, isnt language a mode of communication? Everybody has an accent. Why will you assume that an American accent is better than a Bihari accent? Even he has an accent. There are time he tries to americanize his words and at times subconsciously his native accent does come through.
" My dad did his schooling etc outside Kerala. My mom spent her whole life in Keral. She started conversing in English when I was born and No, she doesnot have an accent!"
By this time I'm stuffed most of the food down my throat and am in serious danger of choking!
"Hmmmmm... So after school did you join any conversation course like spoken english?"
And thats it! I get up with my half finished plate, try a last attempt at a polite smile and ESCAPEEEEEEEEE!!!
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Newsssssssss
The latest update from Kerala is that there is a dire shortage of toys especially balls and balloons in the Thrissur district. There have been random sightings of an energetic boy tagging along two tired but very happy grand parents. The animals at the zoo have not yet recovered from yesterday's onslaught.
The love birds at home are scared to even say "chirp chirp" as each time they open their mouth, a small hand beats on the cage and says Chup! The frogs and fishies do not have it any better. The grand parents are blackmailed with a firm "Go to der". If by any chance they rebel and do not obey his highness's command, they are immediately brought under control by the magic words " mama... dada..". They tremble at the very thought of Mr.Mowgli becoming sad. And he knows that. He is gonna have a culture shock when he gets back to Blore! :-)
On the other hand, the blood pressure levels in Cochin district have come down after having shot up to astronomical levels due to Miss Cocoa going on a starvation strike. My dad says its because she was missing us. My mom says its because my dad tied her out in the sun for an hour for two days. She was given a royal treatment after that. AC bedroom, sausages to snack on, beef soup , and what not. She is fine ; relaxing and enjoying the five star treatment. She is also gonna have a culture shock when she gets back to Blore! :-)
P.s. She put her paws on my mom's shoulders and gave her a big lick. Gave my mom the scare of her life!!!
The love birds at home are scared to even say "chirp chirp" as each time they open their mouth, a small hand beats on the cage and says Chup! The frogs and fishies do not have it any better. The grand parents are blackmailed with a firm "Go to der". If by any chance they rebel and do not obey his highness's command, they are immediately brought under control by the magic words " mama... dada..". They tremble at the very thought of Mr.Mowgli becoming sad. And he knows that. He is gonna have a culture shock when he gets back to Blore! :-)
On the other hand, the blood pressure levels in Cochin district have come down after having shot up to astronomical levels due to Miss Cocoa going on a starvation strike. My dad says its because she was missing us. My mom says its because my dad tied her out in the sun for an hour for two days. She was given a royal treatment after that. AC bedroom, sausages to snack on, beef soup , and what not. She is fine ; relaxing and enjoying the five star treatment. She is also gonna have a culture shock when she gets back to Blore! :-)
P.s. She put her paws on my mom's shoulders and gave her a big lick. Gave my mom the scare of her life!!!
Monday, October 26, 2009
Big boy
Dear Mowgli,
Today you cross another milestone. You are going to kerala all alone and will be with your grandparents for a month. This is the first time that we both will be staying away from each other. From the time you were born till yesterday we have been together. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the trip. You will meet a lot of people who love you a lot- your uncles and aunts and grand parents and great grand parents. You will not hear any NOs and DON’T DOs. It will be your rules that everybody will play to. You sure gonna have fun. Huge gardens to play about, a pond full of fish and frogs for you to fill up with stones, flowers to pick, cocoa to play with and balls of every size and fancy!
As I write this, your dada has just bid goodbye to you. You are right now in the train with your papa and uma. Its been two days since I left. Your dada tells me that you ask for me sometimes and sometimes you can be seen sitting silently with tears filling your eyes. There is no crying, no tantrums. Maybe those would have been better than these silent tears. Are you thinking that I’ve left you? Do you understand that I’ll be back soon? I’m also missing you a lot. In fact missing you so much that I’ve started having rosy memories of that DISASTROUS Canada trip. J
On a better note, you have been talking A LOT! You repeat everything that we say. And its so funny and so cute. You call me mama, amma,ammi and at times you call me by my name! dada is dada , and at times dada is also called by name. You know the names of most of our friends now and have coined nicknames for them which I really hope will last J coz they are so funny!
You have started playing with all your toys now. The lion that you were scared of, you now sit on it and treat it as a horse. The train that you would not sit on, you spend most of your waking times on it. Ramming it into cocoa, reversing it over my feet, racing it from the drawing room to the kitchen and at times upturning it and closely examining the wheels! You have learnt to open the fridge now and it’s the most irritating thing that you could have ever learnt. You take out stuff from the fridge, put in things or just leave the door open and stand there enjoying the coolness. This happens about 100 times a day! I am frantically searching for the keys, but till then you enjoy! Books are still a favourite. You like them so much that we are scared to show you a book after 8 pm. I had read about how parents should read to their children before bedtime. Well, we did start it, but you refused to let us close the book. Your dada had to sneak and turn the lights off and we pretended that it was a power cut. We have learnt better now. There will be no more bedtime stories for you, at least from a book. The ones which mama tells you with lots of animals and animal voices and no clear storyline, those will definitely continue. Food is as usual a strict NOOOOOOOOOOOO. You continue to survive on milk. Your dada has thought of this game where he pretends that you are a tiger and try to feed you stuff and you in turn bite his fingers since you are the tiger! A lot of mashed fingers later, half a chappathi goes into your mouth. Nobody is complaining. It could have been worse! We are yet to figure out the source of your energy. You still are hovering between the underweight and the ‘just- above-underweight’ graph. I have given your grandparents strict targets to bring you back all fattened up. They did look a wee bit worried at that goal.
You are growing up to be a regular Casanova. Its embarrassing to take you out, coz your corner the girls and hug and kiss them and don’t let them go. Its not just the girls, you hug all the kids that you see.
All in all, you are huge fun! Except when you get hyperactive and do not go to sleep since you will miss out on all earth shattering events that will happen in those 4-5 hours that you doze off. So it’s a cycle. Sleepy baby- refuses to drink milk as its a probable sedative- gets crankier by the minute- struggles to open eyes wide and continues to play- sleepier- crankier- this goes on and on and then suddenly we distract you with something and you just fall off to sleep!
I’m missing you a lot here. You have fun!
Lotsa luv,
Mama
Today you cross another milestone. You are going to kerala all alone and will be with your grandparents for a month. This is the first time that we both will be staying away from each other. From the time you were born till yesterday we have been together. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the trip. You will meet a lot of people who love you a lot- your uncles and aunts and grand parents and great grand parents. You will not hear any NOs and DON’T DOs. It will be your rules that everybody will play to. You sure gonna have fun. Huge gardens to play about, a pond full of fish and frogs for you to fill up with stones, flowers to pick, cocoa to play with and balls of every size and fancy!
As I write this, your dada has just bid goodbye to you. You are right now in the train with your papa and uma. Its been two days since I left. Your dada tells me that you ask for me sometimes and sometimes you can be seen sitting silently with tears filling your eyes. There is no crying, no tantrums. Maybe those would have been better than these silent tears. Are you thinking that I’ve left you? Do you understand that I’ll be back soon? I’m also missing you a lot. In fact missing you so much that I’ve started having rosy memories of that DISASTROUS Canada trip. J
On a better note, you have been talking A LOT! You repeat everything that we say. And its so funny and so cute. You call me mama, amma,ammi and at times you call me by my name! dada is dada , and at times dada is also called by name. You know the names of most of our friends now and have coined nicknames for them which I really hope will last J coz they are so funny!
You have started playing with all your toys now. The lion that you were scared of, you now sit on it and treat it as a horse. The train that you would not sit on, you spend most of your waking times on it. Ramming it into cocoa, reversing it over my feet, racing it from the drawing room to the kitchen and at times upturning it and closely examining the wheels! You have learnt to open the fridge now and it’s the most irritating thing that you could have ever learnt. You take out stuff from the fridge, put in things or just leave the door open and stand there enjoying the coolness. This happens about 100 times a day! I am frantically searching for the keys, but till then you enjoy! Books are still a favourite. You like them so much that we are scared to show you a book after 8 pm. I had read about how parents should read to their children before bedtime. Well, we did start it, but you refused to let us close the book. Your dada had to sneak and turn the lights off and we pretended that it was a power cut. We have learnt better now. There will be no more bedtime stories for you, at least from a book. The ones which mama tells you with lots of animals and animal voices and no clear storyline, those will definitely continue. Food is as usual a strict NOOOOOOOOOOOO. You continue to survive on milk. Your dada has thought of this game where he pretends that you are a tiger and try to feed you stuff and you in turn bite his fingers since you are the tiger! A lot of mashed fingers later, half a chappathi goes into your mouth. Nobody is complaining. It could have been worse! We are yet to figure out the source of your energy. You still are hovering between the underweight and the ‘just- above-underweight’ graph. I have given your grandparents strict targets to bring you back all fattened up. They did look a wee bit worried at that goal.
You are growing up to be a regular Casanova. Its embarrassing to take you out, coz your corner the girls and hug and kiss them and don’t let them go. Its not just the girls, you hug all the kids that you see.
All in all, you are huge fun! Except when you get hyperactive and do not go to sleep since you will miss out on all earth shattering events that will happen in those 4-5 hours that you doze off. So it’s a cycle. Sleepy baby- refuses to drink milk as its a probable sedative- gets crankier by the minute- struggles to open eyes wide and continues to play- sleepier- crankier- this goes on and on and then suddenly we distract you with something and you just fall off to sleep!
I’m missing you a lot here. You have fun!
Lotsa luv,
Mama
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Four years down.. Many more to go...
Four years before, it was this day when we finally decided to forget everybody else's opinions and problems and just get married. When we vowed to take care of each other through thick and thin, through trials and sorrows, through life at each step.
When I was young, I had this very rosy idea of marriage. Of finding that one person with whom you share an entire lifetime. Of long walks and rainy evenings and coffee. Of talking and talking only to realize that its dawn. Of I don’t know what. A consequence of too much romance in my brain!
Then I went and married a guy’s guy. Meaning he is most comfortable with his friends. The strong silent types. The one who is a solid rock. For whom romance is an alien concept. Who prefers tea over coffee. (The ultimate sacrilege! Whoever heard of lovers romancing over tea???)
One thing I have realized in these four years is that marriage is not something as simple as just tying a thali and going about your life. There is a lot of work involved. So much is invested in this relationship. Both the partners are more vulnerable as there are no secrets. Every emotion is magnified here, be it the smallest of the smallest hurts or the simple joys. Marriage is something that gives you a lot of happiness and at the same time can give you a lot of pain as well. It requires you to be unconditional in your love which is the most difficult part. To love unconditionally; without expecting anything in return.
Today when I look back, most of my life’s happiest moments have been with the BH.
Of trips that we took and places we saw together. Of having ice cream late at night for no reason, but just because I felt so! Of being complete and content with life. Of being totally sure that whatever happens , this will be there. This relationship. To always fall back on.
He always made sure that I would never complain about lack of space in our relationship. For the 10 odd years that we have been together I have never ever felt stifled. Or that I was not “allowed” to do something. It is still strange when I hear friends talking about how they cannot wear certain outfits or go to certain places etc coz their husbands will not agree. Till date before doing something the thought that I need to ask permission has never crossed my mind. And this for me is the most important thing in any relationship. The freedom to be.
When I knew I was pregnant my first reaction was to howl and say that this is not the best time. I want to go to the Himalayas and how can I go with a baby! The BH consoled me saying that life doesn’t end with having a kid. It only gets richer and who said that you can’t do stuff after having children? He has kept his word. We still go on trips with Mowgli, eat out, have friends over and proceed to live our life as before. Yes, we have not yet gone to the Himalayas, but I’m sure we’ll get there :-) Maybe with Mowgli in tow! Who knows!!!
He is my most staunch supporter, my best advocate, my punching bag. The one person I turn to when I’m sad, the first person I push away when I’m down in the dumps, the one and only person who sees me as I am. In all my moods- good and bad; happy and sad. And still loves me for who I am. And that’s a lot! A HELLUVA LOT!
And today I have nothing more to say to you. Your actions say it all. That you will always be there for me; with me; and by my side.
And for that I thank Thee.
When I was young, I had this very rosy idea of marriage. Of finding that one person with whom you share an entire lifetime. Of long walks and rainy evenings and coffee. Of talking and talking only to realize that its dawn. Of I don’t know what. A consequence of too much romance in my brain!
Then I went and married a guy’s guy. Meaning he is most comfortable with his friends. The strong silent types. The one who is a solid rock. For whom romance is an alien concept. Who prefers tea over coffee. (The ultimate sacrilege! Whoever heard of lovers romancing over tea???)
One thing I have realized in these four years is that marriage is not something as simple as just tying a thali and going about your life. There is a lot of work involved. So much is invested in this relationship. Both the partners are more vulnerable as there are no secrets. Every emotion is magnified here, be it the smallest of the smallest hurts or the simple joys. Marriage is something that gives you a lot of happiness and at the same time can give you a lot of pain as well. It requires you to be unconditional in your love which is the most difficult part. To love unconditionally; without expecting anything in return.
Today when I look back, most of my life’s happiest moments have been with the BH.
Of trips that we took and places we saw together. Of having ice cream late at night for no reason, but just because I felt so! Of being complete and content with life. Of being totally sure that whatever happens , this will be there. This relationship. To always fall back on.
He always made sure that I would never complain about lack of space in our relationship. For the 10 odd years that we have been together I have never ever felt stifled. Or that I was not “allowed” to do something. It is still strange when I hear friends talking about how they cannot wear certain outfits or go to certain places etc coz their husbands will not agree. Till date before doing something the thought that I need to ask permission has never crossed my mind. And this for me is the most important thing in any relationship. The freedom to be.
When I knew I was pregnant my first reaction was to howl and say that this is not the best time. I want to go to the Himalayas and how can I go with a baby! The BH consoled me saying that life doesn’t end with having a kid. It only gets richer and who said that you can’t do stuff after having children? He has kept his word. We still go on trips with Mowgli, eat out, have friends over and proceed to live our life as before. Yes, we have not yet gone to the Himalayas, but I’m sure we’ll get there :-) Maybe with Mowgli in tow! Who knows!!!
He is my most staunch supporter, my best advocate, my punching bag. The one person I turn to when I’m sad, the first person I push away when I’m down in the dumps, the one and only person who sees me as I am. In all my moods- good and bad; happy and sad. And still loves me for who I am. And that’s a lot! A HELLUVA LOT!
And today I have nothing more to say to you. Your actions say it all. That you will always be there for me; with me; and by my side.
And for that I thank Thee.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Cocoa less house
There is something missing in our home. What could it be? 
Is it the fact that the floor mats are there right in front of the door where they are supposed to be?
Or is it that we now wake up with the alarm clock instead of having 30 kgs jump on your bladder as a wake up call.
Or could be that the house looks unnaturally neat! No bones, no mess, everything where it is supposed to be
Or is it that the house is peaceful and quiet.
No ball of fur pushing you to the floor as you walk in a moment of affection. No expectant face sitting by the front door the moment the BH puts on his shoes. Nobody to lick you to death. No comfortable weight on your legs hogging the quilt at night. No welcoming bark. No welcoming tail whacks.
Its a sad and boring house without Cocoa :-(
[Cocoa when we got her at 2 months!]
And Now! Almost fully grown going to complete a year soon.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Tidbits
Hectic would be a very mild word to describe the weekend that was!
Drove down to Cochin on Saturday. Spent Sunday visiting myriad relatives. Todaymorning drove back!
Am flying this Saturday. So left cocoa with my parents. She was looking a bit sad and left out, not understanding why we were going in the car and not taking her :-( Have given my parents a long list of instructions and Dos and Donts.
The BH’s parents have come back with us. They will be here for a week and will take Mowgli with them after I leave. The Bh will see him during the weekends. And once I am back we will go together and bring back both of them.
Mowgli was fine this weekend. Spending all his time with his grandparents. We sneaked off for a movie and he slept with my mom. Yesterday he slept with my in-laws. These are stuff that he hasn’t done till now. He has always needed me at night. With this, I guess I am being slowly pushed out. And as always this is both good and sad. Cant understand why all his milestones take him one step away from me!
A lot of people are waiting for the coming four weeks. There are so many plans being made that I doubt that 2 weeks at each place would be sufficient.
Grandparents, Great grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins- so many people looking forward to seeing Mowgli. I remember I used to love my vacations because with my grandparents I was allowed to do everything and anything. I remember trips to the zoo, to the club, playing shuttle, reading books, swimming pool and being totally totally exhausted by the end of the day! Looks like Mowgli is going to enjoy this vacation. I hope he has fun and doesnt miss us a lot. ( Obviously I want him to miss us a little bit at least :-) The picture has Mowgli and my grand father)
FRM exam preparation is at an all time low. Its not going as fast as I had hoped. Most days I am too tired to actually wake up early the next morning and study. Counting on the three weeks in US to complete the entire stuff. The exams are a week after I get back. And after paying so much I’d better not fail!
And its been a year today. Yesterday I suddenly thought of what I would do if something happens to Mowgli when I’’m away. If I who have known for my son for just two years can feel so much of grief at just the thought of something happening to him, how much more is my chitta and chittapan undergoing right now? 19 years with their kid and in one cruel moment of fate everything taken away from them. I still remember my chitta crying out that day” If it was to take him away, then why did You ever give him to us?” It still hasn’t registered in my mind that is gone and I will never see him again. I keep on thinking that it is not possible. Wherever he is, hope he is happy and having fun.
Drove down to Cochin on Saturday. Spent Sunday visiting myriad relatives. Todaymorning drove back!
Am flying this Saturday. So left cocoa with my parents. She was looking a bit sad and left out, not understanding why we were going in the car and not taking her :-( Have given my parents a long list of instructions and Dos and Donts.
The BH’s parents have come back with us. They will be here for a week and will take Mowgli with them after I leave. The Bh will see him during the weekends. And once I am back we will go together and bring back both of them.
Mowgli was fine this weekend. Spending all his time with his grandparents. We sneaked off for a movie and he slept with my mom. Yesterday he slept with my in-laws. These are stuff that he hasn’t done till now. He has always needed me at night. With this, I guess I am being slowly pushed out. And as always this is both good and sad. Cant understand why all his milestones take him one step away from me!
A lot of people are waiting for the coming four weeks. There are so many plans being made that I doubt that 2 weeks at each place would be sufficient.
Grandparents, Great grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins- so many people looking forward to seeing Mowgli. I remember I used to love my vacations because with my grandparents I was allowed to do everything and anything. I remember trips to the zoo, to the club, playing shuttle, reading books, swimming pool and being totally totally exhausted by the end of the day! Looks like Mowgli is going to enjoy this vacation. I hope he has fun and doesnt miss us a lot. ( Obviously I want him to miss us a little bit at least :-) The picture has Mowgli and my grand father)FRM exam preparation is at an all time low. Its not going as fast as I had hoped. Most days I am too tired to actually wake up early the next morning and study. Counting on the three weeks in US to complete the entire stuff. The exams are a week after I get back. And after paying so much I’d better not fail!
And its been a year today. Yesterday I suddenly thought of what I would do if something happens to Mowgli when I’’m away. If I who have known for my son for just two years can feel so much of grief at just the thought of something happening to him, how much more is my chitta and chittapan undergoing right now? 19 years with their kid and in one cruel moment of fate everything taken away from them. I still remember my chitta crying out that day” If it was to take him away, then why did You ever give him to us?” It still hasn’t registered in my mind that is gone and I will never see him again. I keep on thinking that it is not possible. Wherever he is, hope he is happy and having fun.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
...
Have this urge to run and hold the BH and Mowgli and cocoa close to me. Something deep inside does not feel right... Nothing has happened that can explain this sudden fancy. Is it a mere fancy? Insecurity? Getting the feeling that somebody has turned an evil eye on my family...
Going crazy?
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Mixed emotions
I'm going to the US for three weeks on a business trip.
Right now I'm in a confused state wondering why I accepted it, how could I ever think that Mowgli will stay with his grand parents and a myriad more. He has never slept away from either of us. I seriously have no clue how he will cope.
The grand parents are super excited. Both sets will have him for two weeks. Plans are being made on how to have the most fun. A sad dada and miserable mama are not thinking about the four weeks.
Fingers are crossed. Hope Mowgli enjoys his first vacation.
Right now I'm in a confused state wondering why I accepted it, how could I ever think that Mowgli will stay with his grand parents and a myriad more. He has never slept away from either of us. I seriously have no clue how he will cope.
The grand parents are super excited. Both sets will have him for two weeks. Plans are being made on how to have the most fun. A sad dada and miserable mama are not thinking about the four weeks.
Fingers are crossed. Hope Mowgli enjoys his first vacation.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Refreshed!
What was that forward about having four friends and a cup of chai to create the best time of your life.
That was our weekend. Except that we were 12 ! 5 friends and their wives and two brothers thrown in.
That was our weekend. Except that we were 12 ! 5 friends and their wives and two brothers thrown in.
One cottage in the hills.
Rain falling.. softly. Touching the greens and cooling the heart
Tea estates all around.
The heady fragrance of evergreen trees and eucalyptus and pine.
Bright flowers everywhere.
A pack of cards. Dumb charades.
Lots of love.
Picture perfect!
The trip was heavenly. It cleansed the system... The mind..Reminded me of the reasons why I fell in love with the BH. Helped each one of us to see beyond the errant husband/nagging wife. To once again notice the qualities that we liked and had been buried beyond the mundane chores of life. Friendships that were straining under whatever reasons were revived.
Rain falling.. softly. Touching the greens and cooling the heart
Tea estates all around.
The heady fragrance of evergreen trees and eucalyptus and pine.
Bright flowers everywhere.
A pack of cards. Dumb charades.
Lots of love.
Picture perfect!
The trip was heavenly. It cleansed the system... The mind..Reminded me of the reasons why I fell in love with the BH. Helped each one of us to see beyond the errant husband/nagging wife. To once again notice the qualities that we liked and had been buried beyond the mundane chores of life. Friendships that were straining under whatever reasons were revived.
A lot of good memories.
The BH and I and Mowgli walking in the rain. Just us. Talking about I forgot what. All 12 of us crammed on to a single bed. Singing old songs. Laughing so much that tears came and my stomach hurt so much. Remembering the jokes later on the night and wake up laughing! Dumb charades with a twist! Mowgli running around royally pampered by one and all. Good food. Great weather. Great friends.
Heavenly!
Heavenly!
[A baby tea picker]
[Tired. but very very happy.]
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Firsts for me!
The past few days have been a lot of firsts...
For me, not Mowgli.
The first night in 22 months that I slept away from Mowgli. He slept with my mom. It was not as bad as I thought.
The first time four generations were together in our home. My grand parents, my mom, us and Mowgli. It was wonderful. Felt happy, really really happy.
The first trip I took without Mowgli and the BH. Had to go to chennai and spent 24 hours away from them. It was not as good as I thought.
When did our lives become so intertwined? Each dependent on the other. The mood variations of one reflect on the other. Is this what it means to be a family?
For me, not Mowgli.
The first night in 22 months that I slept away from Mowgli. He slept with my mom. It was not as bad as I thought.
The first time four generations were together in our home. My grand parents, my mom, us and Mowgli. It was wonderful. Felt happy, really really happy.
The first trip I took without Mowgli and the BH. Had to go to chennai and spent 24 hours away from them. It was not as good as I thought.
When did our lives become so intertwined? Each dependent on the other. The mood variations of one reflect on the other. Is this what it means to be a family?
My bestest birthday ever :-)
One year older..
One year away from the dreaded thirties ( Why are they dreaded so much?)
And the BH surpassed himself.
Totally.
Absolutely.
Fully overdid it!!!
The previous night we stayed up and talked after a long time. Really talked. About what went wrong. What we did wrong. What we said and what we meant. It was a huge relief to clear up everything. I felt so free after that.
Woke up really early on my birthday. My mom was coming to spend the weekend. I rushed to the kitchen to get things ready and what do I see? A hand made card with beautiful words written by the BH himself propped up on the counter. I look back and see a grinning BH on the stairs. Then I notice there are some papers behind the card. A spa package for me :-) WOW!!!! I had been wanting to go for a massage for some time now and this was just right! The usual cake followed.
Flowers and jewellery from my sister in law, flowers from my friends, calls from everybody, messages. I was really really happy.
The spa was great. A full body massage, a body scrub and a facial. I came out of the place smelling like a perfume bottle!!! He had told the spa people that it was my birthday. So after the massage, everybody came to wish me and presented me with Roses again!!! I love fresh flowers and i had so much fun arranging the different bouquets in different rooms. each time i would pass a flower arrangement a smile would light up my face. Then we went shopping with my mom. The day was far from over. Dinner at Windsor Manor!!! And we again cut a totally yummy chocolate truffle cake.
I went to sleep totally exhausted.
Dear BH, this is how i want my birthdays to be :-) Hahahhaha :-) Yes, I know you are thinking that you can ride on this for the next five years. No Ways!!! I have got used to this style now.
Love you...Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmma
One year away from the dreaded thirties ( Why are they dreaded so much?)
And the BH surpassed himself.
Totally.
Absolutely.
Fully overdid it!!!
The previous night we stayed up and talked after a long time. Really talked. About what went wrong. What we did wrong. What we said and what we meant. It was a huge relief to clear up everything. I felt so free after that.
Woke up really early on my birthday. My mom was coming to spend the weekend. I rushed to the kitchen to get things ready and what do I see? A hand made card with beautiful words written by the BH himself propped up on the counter. I look back and see a grinning BH on the stairs. Then I notice there are some papers behind the card. A spa package for me :-) WOW!!!! I had been wanting to go for a massage for some time now and this was just right! The usual cake followed.
Flowers and jewellery from my sister in law, flowers from my friends, calls from everybody, messages. I was really really happy.
The spa was great. A full body massage, a body scrub and a facial. I came out of the place smelling like a perfume bottle!!! He had told the spa people that it was my birthday. So after the massage, everybody came to wish me and presented me with Roses again!!! I love fresh flowers and i had so much fun arranging the different bouquets in different rooms. each time i would pass a flower arrangement a smile would light up my face. Then we went shopping with my mom. The day was far from over. Dinner at Windsor Manor!!! And we again cut a totally yummy chocolate truffle cake.
I went to sleep totally exhausted.
Dear BH, this is how i want my birthdays to be :-) Hahahhaha :-) Yes, I know you are thinking that you can ride on this for the next five years. No Ways!!! I have got used to this style now.
Love you...Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmma
Thursday, September 17, 2009
A long sad face
is what Mowgli took with him to the daycare today.
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In his world, today was a very very good day. He woke up next to his dada. Happily pulling and climbing on top of the BH and waking him up at 5.45. Yesterday he had woken up suddenly from his sleep shouting ' Dada', ' Chotu'. (p.s. Chotu is my sister's nickname). Guess he was missing his dad. The day got even better with his dada taking him to the terrace to see the birds. It was nice and sad to see him clinging to the BH the whole morning. When the BH is away, Mowgli never shows that he misses his dad. Doesnt ask about him, doesnt search for him. In fact behaves as if everything is normal. It is only when he comes back and you see Mowgli's happiness that you realize that he had indeed missed his dada a lot.
The day was full of surprises. At 8 am his velliamma and unni thettayi arrived. The two boys have a 2 yr age gap; Mowgli just loves playing with unni. True, unni is much more calmer and sensitive and less of a rowdy than yours truly; still they get on well. Sharing books and toys happens sometimes, lots of hugs and kisses by Mowgli and unni running away from all this show of affection, the kiss slowly turning into a bite, unni crying, Mowgli trying to look innocent, both of them running madly around the house, unni telling Mowgli a story, snatching toys from each other... An almost 4 year old and an almost 2 year old.
After all this fun when it was time to go the daycare his face became sad and downcast.
'Mowgli, shall we go the day care?"
"Noooooooooooooo"
Absolutely no interest. He did not want his bag/shoes/nothing.
Drooping face. Totally sad expression. Half hearted mind.
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
this and that
I spoke too soon about Mowgli being promoted! He cried and made such a fuss that they brought him down and have now left the decision to him. Every afternoon when I drop him there, his auntie asks him in the sweetest voice possible " Mowgli, shall we go up?" He refuses to budge under any circumstances. A very emphatic shaking of his head and points determinedly at the downstairs play area. I am !#$%$#@#@!@#!
The weekend was hectic with a couple of old friends and their babies staying over. And here again I observed another facet to my son. HE IS SHY!!!! This from the guy who goes around kissing random girls at airports, smiles at every passerby, bites every guest who comes to our place.. this is something new and totally unexpected. If its a huge gathering and there are other kids, he first refuses to leave me. Then he plays on his own away from the other kids. I felt very sad when I saw this. He has always been very friendly. Is this a growing up phase? He does come around after some time and does play with the other kids. But the first 10 minutes is spent clinging to my legs! And as always every behaviour trend that Mowgli shows I torture myself by asking " Would he have behaved this way if I spent all my time with him? Is it insecurity because we are sending him to a daycare?" Pointless questions, I know. But I still ask them.
He has also realized that by crying and whining he can get what he wants from MOST people! You have rightly guesses, we are seeing a LOT of tantrums and whining in the jungle house now. "This too shall pass" is what I tell myself hundred times a day!
Going on and on and on Mowgli is growing up FAAAAST!!!
P.s. You who visited here last week , read all my archives at one go and drop in daily, why dont you leave a comment??? Saying you like this or you do not like this?
Why? Why? Why?
The weekend was hectic with a couple of old friends and their babies staying over. And here again I observed another facet to my son. HE IS SHY!!!! This from the guy who goes around kissing random girls at airports, smiles at every passerby, bites every guest who comes to our place.. this is something new and totally unexpected. If its a huge gathering and there are other kids, he first refuses to leave me. Then he plays on his own away from the other kids. I felt very sad when I saw this. He has always been very friendly. Is this a growing up phase? He does come around after some time and does play with the other kids. But the first 10 minutes is spent clinging to my legs! And as always every behaviour trend that Mowgli shows I torture myself by asking " Would he have behaved this way if I spent all my time with him? Is it insecurity because we are sending him to a daycare?" Pointless questions, I know. But I still ask them.
He has also realized that by crying and whining he can get what he wants from MOST people! You have rightly guesses, we are seeing a LOT of tantrums and whining in the jungle house now. "This too shall pass" is what I tell myself hundred times a day!
Going on and on and on Mowgli is growing up FAAAAST!!!
P.s. You who visited here last week , read all my archives at one go and drop in daily, why dont you leave a comment??? Saying you like this or you do not like this?
Why? Why? Why?
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Promoted!
Mowgli. Not me!!!
Today he has been moved to the Toddler section in his day care. Till yesterday he was an infant!!! ( How anybody could call that little imp an infant is beyond me... but whatever..)
As usual, he reacts to very change by crying out loud, waiting to see whether they will change their minds and put him back. After five minutes whne he saw that was not happening, he immediately settled in and started playing with the toys! So now, he will have activities to do like painting, making stuff etc etc. And hopefully soon our fridge door will proudly display his art works.
His daycare aunty says " From being the dada and bossing everybody around in the infants section, he will now have to learn to be the smallest in the toddler's section".. From what I know of my son, it will not be too soon before he starts his dadagiri in the toddler's section alos. He was never one to worry abt size and age :-)
I was arguing with them that he is 18 months and suddenly it struck me he will be two in Nov. That means he is 22 months!!! The terrible two's are nearing!!!!
My small boy is growing up :-(
Today he has been moved to the Toddler section in his day care. Till yesterday he was an infant!!! ( How anybody could call that little imp an infant is beyond me... but whatever..)
As usual, he reacts to very change by crying out loud, waiting to see whether they will change their minds and put him back. After five minutes whne he saw that was not happening, he immediately settled in and started playing with the toys! So now, he will have activities to do like painting, making stuff etc etc. And hopefully soon our fridge door will proudly display his art works.
His daycare aunty says " From being the dada and bossing everybody around in the infants section, he will now have to learn to be the smallest in the toddler's section".. From what I know of my son, it will not be too soon before he starts his dadagiri in the toddler's section alos. He was never one to worry abt size and age :-)
I was arguing with them that he is 18 months and suddenly it struck me he will be two in Nov. That means he is 22 months!!! The terrible two's are nearing!!!!
My small boy is growing up :-(
Friday, September 4, 2009
Orkut says...
" THE WEAK CAN NEVER FORGIVE. FORGIVENESS IS THE ATTRIBUTE OF THE STRONG. "Its disturbing to read this. Making me think how strong the BH is.
How much more strong my mother in law is. To forgive and forget so simply. To accept that peoples actions are governed by God and to forgive them for all the pains they have caused and not bear petty grievances.For me it is a battle. I like to think I forgive and move on, but have lately
realized that what I do is bundle everything deep inside and try not to think
about it. That is neither forgiving nor forgetting. Am I that weak???
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Things to do
Last sunday, the BH got into one of his "I am a great husband" moods and took me mud shopping. Yes, thats what we did. Piled three sacks into our car and then scouted along the highway searching for mud! And we did hit pay dirt :-) Two sacks of red mud and one sack of sand now stand proudly on my balcony waiting for the weekend to arrive. A couple of plants need to be divided and repotted. The lilies have to go into a bigger pot. I want to buy some more new plants and new pots and planters. Vegetable gardening will have to wait. I dont think I have enough space. For the time being concentrating solely on the flowers and the leafy plants. Want to totally revamp the balcony.If I cant get them to re-do my balcony, I'll do it myself with whatever creative juices I have.
The compost bin is behaving very nicely. The first bin is almost full. It will take a month or more to get the compost. It is really a great thing. After using this, I now have so much less garbage to throw out. Earlier the maid used to clear the garbage every day, now its reduced to once in three/four days. That too is because of the plastic covers. Need to check with my newspaper raddiwala whether they will take old plastic covers/bottles/milk packets etc. If everybody could use this at home, there would be so less garbage on the roads and the city would be less polluted. It seems to be an ideal waste management technique. There is no strong stink, flies are less because the waste is fully covered. Ants are there ; but since it is out on the balcony I am ignoring them for the time being.
Registered for FRM. The exam is on Nov 21 ; i have three months to prepare. Starting tomorrow the grind starts again. After 5 years, I am again getting back to books. Yesterday evening while I was away at work, the BH cleared up an entire table for me to use as my study table. Yes, he is very sweet that ways. Now there are no more excuses to postpone the preparations. I have the study material, the syllabus, have paid the fees ( HUGE incentive) and have told the world that I am appearing for theis exam. All that remains is to pass :-)
We are planning to start a low carbohydrates diet from tomorrow for a month. I am going to go to the office gym and the BH is joining Kickboxing classes. That and the strict diet should ensure that we welcome the new year leaner, healthier and fit.
It seems like a lot of new beginnings and things finally getting ticked off from my mental To-Do lists.
The compost bin is behaving very nicely. The first bin is almost full. It will take a month or more to get the compost. It is really a great thing. After using this, I now have so much less garbage to throw out. Earlier the maid used to clear the garbage every day, now its reduced to once in three/four days. That too is because of the plastic covers. Need to check with my newspaper raddiwala whether they will take old plastic covers/bottles/milk packets etc. If everybody could use this at home, there would be so less garbage on the roads and the city would be less polluted. It seems to be an ideal waste management technique. There is no strong stink, flies are less because the waste is fully covered. Ants are there ; but since it is out on the balcony I am ignoring them for the time being.
Registered for FRM. The exam is on Nov 21 ; i have three months to prepare. Starting tomorrow the grind starts again. After 5 years, I am again getting back to books. Yesterday evening while I was away at work, the BH cleared up an entire table for me to use as my study table. Yes, he is very sweet that ways. Now there are no more excuses to postpone the preparations. I have the study material, the syllabus, have paid the fees ( HUGE incentive) and have told the world that I am appearing for theis exam. All that remains is to pass :-)
We are planning to start a low carbohydrates diet from tomorrow for a month. I am going to go to the office gym and the BH is joining Kickboxing classes. That and the strict diet should ensure that we welcome the new year leaner, healthier and fit.
It seems like a lot of new beginnings and things finally getting ticked off from my mental To-Do lists.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Of advice and dreams
Got this from Metrodad.
What advice do you want to pass on to your kids? What's the one life lesson that you wished someone had taught you earlier? What's the best piece of advice you ever received from your parents?
And I thought and thought and thought. Yes, I'll be eating Mowgli's head with non stop advice and stuff, but in the long run this is what i want for him.
1. Live life king size. Do whatever your heart wants to do and do it NOW. There is no other better time. The opportunity might not come again. Life will not stop and wait for you at each junction. So grab the chances NOW.
2. Play without the fear of losing. Even if this sounds clichéd, life is not about winning or losing. It’s the game that’s more important
3. Learn any musical instrument. When the going gets tough, music always helps.
4. Laugh at your mistakes and laugh at yourself.
5. Friends are friends and family is family. Some will seep from one to the other, but not all. Treat them accordingly
6. Have a hobby and nurture it over the years
7. Love this planet and do your best for it
8. Dream big. And work on your dreams. Hard work and dreams together can create magic.
9. Whatever happens know that we are always there for you. Always
10. There is a God. And there are no unanswered prayers. Sometimes the answer is just NO
What advice do you want to pass on to your kids? What's the one life lesson that you wished someone had taught you earlier? What's the best piece of advice you ever received from your parents?
And I thought and thought and thought. Yes, I'll be eating Mowgli's head with non stop advice and stuff, but in the long run this is what i want for him.
1. Live life king size. Do whatever your heart wants to do and do it NOW. There is no other better time. The opportunity might not come again. Life will not stop and wait for you at each junction. So grab the chances NOW.
2. Play without the fear of losing. Even if this sounds clichéd, life is not about winning or losing. It’s the game that’s more important
3. Learn any musical instrument. When the going gets tough, music always helps.
4. Laugh at your mistakes and laugh at yourself.
5. Friends are friends and family is family. Some will seep from one to the other, but not all. Treat them accordingly
6. Have a hobby and nurture it over the years
7. Love this planet and do your best for it
8. Dream big. And work on your dreams. Hard work and dreams together can create magic.
9. Whatever happens know that we are always there for you. Always
10. There is a God. And there are no unanswered prayers. Sometimes the answer is just NO
Thursday, August 27, 2009
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On the brink of losing my sanity…
The BH has gone on a three day tour to the north east. The house is in a mess. Cocoa and Mowgli are at their hyperactive best! The first day I came home to see Mowgli’s stuffed gorilla lying on the floor with all the stuffing out on the floor!!! Cocoa got a stern warning. Yesterday I had full day training, so Cocoa was alone the whole day. I went home to see the mattress on the diwan ripped apart and the cotton scattered over the floor. Cocoa had the good sense to look at me sheepishly. A loud and totally incoherent screaming match started. Cocoa was locked in the balcony as punishment. Peace reigned for about five minutes. I cleaned up the mess and Mr. “Hyperactive is my middle name” Mowgli started his act. Whining, clinging to my leg and repeatedly asking for Ammm. He threw the first plate on the ground and got a nice spank for it. Cried for an egg. As soon as I made it, he started asking for maggi. I was exhausted after my full day training. I just wanted to take a long hot bath and go sit somewhere quiet away from all this noise! To ease everybody down all of us went to the terrace to play for some time. Cocoa ran about like she was mad. I felt really sorry for her. Cooped up in the house for a whole day. It must have been so frustrating for her. We came down half an hour later. Everybody had calmed down a little.
And then again Mowgli started. He was tired and cranky refusing to eat, drink or sleep. A long hour later in which I tried all the tricks in the book and some more he finally slept! I had not had breakfast, a sad lunch and no tea. Settled down at 9.00 pm for the first proper meal of the day. I was ready to cry. Times like this when I wish I was with my parents. Somebody to see that you eat, somebody else to cook, somebody who sees that you relax…
And then I started office work- as the whole day was spent in training.
Today is no better. Cocoa in a burst of love and affection jumped on me in the morning and upset an entire cup of tea over me! Mowgli refused to have breakfast! Cocoa ran away in the terrace and would not come when called. I have a full day training again today. Today also i fought with all the auto drivers and had to walk 2km carrying Mowgli and a laptop!
The BH calls me regularly and the conversation goes like this:
BH: *sounds of TV in the background* This place is amazingly beautiful. We should come here sometime for a holiday.
Me: *resignedly looks at Mowgli trying to pull Cocoa’s eyes out! * Hmmmm.
BH: I will be there today evening. Around 8pm.
Me: That is evening???? That is bloody night time! * Voice reaches hysterical pitch*
BH: What happened? Why aren’t you talking properly? Are you missing me?
Me: #@$%^&*^%$#@
And then again Mowgli started. He was tired and cranky refusing to eat, drink or sleep. A long hour later in which I tried all the tricks in the book and some more he finally slept! I had not had breakfast, a sad lunch and no tea. Settled down at 9.00 pm for the first proper meal of the day. I was ready to cry. Times like this when I wish I was with my parents. Somebody to see that you eat, somebody else to cook, somebody who sees that you relax…
And then I started office work- as the whole day was spent in training.
Today is no better. Cocoa in a burst of love and affection jumped on me in the morning and upset an entire cup of tea over me! Mowgli refused to have breakfast! Cocoa ran away in the terrace and would not come when called. I have a full day training again today. Today also i fought with all the auto drivers and had to walk 2km carrying Mowgli and a laptop!
The BH calls me regularly and the conversation goes like this:
BH: *sounds of TV in the background* This place is amazingly beautiful. We should come here sometime for a holiday.
Me: *resignedly looks at Mowgli trying to pull Cocoa’s eyes out! * Hmmmm.
BH: I will be there today evening. Around 8pm.
Me: That is evening???? That is bloody night time! * Voice reaches hysterical pitch*
BH: What happened? Why aren’t you talking properly? Are you missing me?
Me: #@$%^&*^%$#@
Monday, August 24, 2009
Euphemism
" A euphemism is a substitution of an agreeable or less offensive expression in place of one that may offend or suggest something unpleasant to the listeneror in the case of doublespeak, to make it less troublesome for the speaker."
A colleague of mine whom I’ve known for the past 5 years told me I need to develop this skill if I ever hope to be promoted.
I am known for being blunt. That and not being a part of office politics- two things I’ve prided myself in my professional life. I say it like it is. If it is good, I will be the first person to tell you it’s excellent and yet again when it’s bad I will be the first person to dump it. I really don’t see any logic in praising a bad product. If the product is good, even if it’s done by my worst enemy I will appreciate it.
So yesterday I and my friend were talking and we were discussing a very senior manager who is quite loud and blunt and not liked by the majority. Yes, he is good technically, but his tongue is quite sharp! And to be compared to him was OUCH!!! I have never looked for popularity. I frankly don’t care whether you like me or not. But I do care that you find me rude. Or that you think I’m arrogant. Coz I’m not.
I do try to be diplomatic; it’s not something that comes out easily I have to really work at it. Think before I speak. In my previous company, this was not a problem because you were solely judged based on your work. When there are only 5 members in your team and if you do the work in half the time who cares for diplomacy!!!
But here it is a different story. It’s a huge organization and to get promoted you have to depend not only on your technical skills, but also on your networking skills. Yes, I’m poor at that also. I am friendly, talk to people I like and ignore the rest! I will not smile at a manager whom I do not respect and grovel at his feet. I will not do that. So what are the pitfalls? I am seen as somebody who is not approachable. As somebody who is very arrogant. Can I change? I intend to try. As a step, I will count to ten before I give an opinion at any team meeting. Try to tone down my speech. The groveling part cannot be done and will not be done. The rest I will try!
What is the purpose of this post? I really do not know. It’s an attempt to be more truthful about my feelings. I may appear to be an extrovert, but there are a lot of things bottled up inside which I think needs to be taken out, aired and then thrown away. The trouble with me is storing all these petty petty things and creating a dump pile inside. It’s a small attempt to take a look at me inside and first try to change myself instead of finding fault with others.
Pray for me.
A colleague of mine whom I’ve known for the past 5 years told me I need to develop this skill if I ever hope to be promoted.
I am known for being blunt. That and not being a part of office politics- two things I’ve prided myself in my professional life. I say it like it is. If it is good, I will be the first person to tell you it’s excellent and yet again when it’s bad I will be the first person to dump it. I really don’t see any logic in praising a bad product. If the product is good, even if it’s done by my worst enemy I will appreciate it.
So yesterday I and my friend were talking and we were discussing a very senior manager who is quite loud and blunt and not liked by the majority. Yes, he is good technically, but his tongue is quite sharp! And to be compared to him was OUCH!!! I have never looked for popularity. I frankly don’t care whether you like me or not. But I do care that you find me rude. Or that you think I’m arrogant. Coz I’m not.
I do try to be diplomatic; it’s not something that comes out easily I have to really work at it. Think before I speak. In my previous company, this was not a problem because you were solely judged based on your work. When there are only 5 members in your team and if you do the work in half the time who cares for diplomacy!!!
But here it is a different story. It’s a huge organization and to get promoted you have to depend not only on your technical skills, but also on your networking skills. Yes, I’m poor at that also. I am friendly, talk to people I like and ignore the rest! I will not smile at a manager whom I do not respect and grovel at his feet. I will not do that. So what are the pitfalls? I am seen as somebody who is not approachable. As somebody who is very arrogant. Can I change? I intend to try. As a step, I will count to ten before I give an opinion at any team meeting. Try to tone down my speech. The groveling part cannot be done and will not be done. The rest I will try!
What is the purpose of this post? I really do not know. It’s an attempt to be more truthful about my feelings. I may appear to be an extrovert, but there are a lot of things bottled up inside which I think needs to be taken out, aired and then thrown away. The trouble with me is storing all these petty petty things and creating a dump pile inside. It’s a small attempt to take a look at me inside and first try to change myself instead of finding fault with others.
Pray for me.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
The holiday that wasn’t!!!
Friday night 9.00 pm: Three of us happily trotted into the airport bound cab. A very tired BH and I and a hyper Mowgli who had slept the entire evening. Good, we said. He will play till 2 am and once he gets into the flight he’ll just drop off.
4.00 am: Cramped Lufthansa flight. Bleary eyed parents with hyperactive kid. Kid has downed three bottles of milk and still not showing any signs of sleep. The BH constantly reminding me not to lose my temper and slap him coz we don’t want to go to jail for child abuse! How do you entertain a 20 month old for a 9 hour flight!!!! We pored over his sticker book for hours, tried to make funny faces, gave him more and more bottle of milk so that he would sleep, threatened him, pleaded with him and finally just an hour before we landed, he slept!!!Only to wake up as soon as the flight landed at Frankfurt! This was how our holiday (that we had been looking forward to for so long) began and this was how it was for most of it! Never before have I been so physically exhausted from lack of sleep. On reaching Canada the time zones and jet lag took over. So Mowgli would get up at 1.00 am at night and then play till 5.00 am and we would again be struggling with sleep the entire day. Somehow the word I associate most with this holiday was SLEEP! Mowgli baby, we thought this trip would be an experience for you! Sweetie, it turned out to be an EXPERIENCE for us. The next international trip we’ll take together will be when you turn 18! Ciao!
Now to the good part. The place was lovely, the weather was superb and it was just three of us the entire week. It has been quite a long time since we have taken a holiday, just us. Our room had two lovely bay windows- one facing the mountains and the other facing the woods and the river.
4.00 am: Cramped Lufthansa flight. Bleary eyed parents with hyperactive kid. Kid has downed three bottles of milk and still not showing any signs of sleep. The BH constantly reminding me not to lose my temper and slap him coz we don’t want to go to jail for child abuse! How do you entertain a 20 month old for a 9 hour flight!!!! We pored over his sticker book for hours, tried to make funny faces, gave him more and more bottle of milk so that he would sleep, threatened him, pleaded with him and finally just an hour before we landed, he slept!!!Only to wake up as soon as the flight landed at Frankfurt! This was how our holiday (that we had been looking forward to for so long) began and this was how it was for most of it! Never before have I been so physically exhausted from lack of sleep. On reaching Canada the time zones and jet lag took over. So Mowgli would get up at 1.00 am at night and then play till 5.00 am and we would again be struggling with sleep the entire day. Somehow the word I associate most with this holiday was SLEEP! Mowgli baby, we thought this trip would be an experience for you! Sweetie, it turned out to be an EXPERIENCE for us. The next international trip we’ll take together will be when you turn 18! Ciao!
Now to the good part. The place was lovely, the weather was superb and it was just three of us the entire week. It has been quite a long time since we have taken a holiday, just us. Our room had two lovely bay windows- one facing the mountains and the other facing the woods and the river.
Our days started pretty early thanks to Mr.Mowgli. Breakfast was yummy yummy .Buffet breakfast with a huge spread- breads, mini Danish, doughnuts, cold cuts, bacon, sausages, omlettes,cereals, puddings and fruits. I as usual went berserk. All these are my favourites and I just love them. Huge strawberries and juicy juicy peaches to complete the meal. The BH watched me in shock gobbling up the entire menu and again finding the strength to go pile up on strawberries. After the initial shock wore off, he was amused, I think!
Then we would come back to the room, change and go f or a long walk.
There were a lot of trails behind the hotel, one leading to the waterfalls, one along the river, one just in the woods. It was fun.Then we would come back to the room, change and go f or a long walk.
Mowgli thoroughly enjoyed himself playing peekaboo with the squirrels and chipmunks, putting his hand into their holes and yelling ‘KIRREL KIRREL’ at the top of his voice. 
He loved the horses also and the dogs that were there everywhere. 
The awards function was great. Both the boys looked awesome- Mowgli in his black suit and the BH in his tuxedo!
And the usual antics of Mowgli. Tried to pull the hair of the CEO's wife! ( it was a close miss!); Was horrible for the formal dinners. Hello! I cant manage him when there is one fork an done spoon on the table. They had THREE forks, THREE spoons, THREE knives and THREE glasses!!! It was Mowgli's idea of heaven. Kissed all the girls in the airport. He would first run and stand next to them, slowly put a hand on them. the parents would immediately exclaim " Oh, what a cute boy,baby" . That was his cue. Hug the baby girl right there. It was great entertainment for everybody in the airport!
The awards function was great. Both the boys looked awesome- Mowgli in his black suit and the BH in his tuxedo!
And the usual antics of Mowgli. Tried to pull the hair of the CEO's wife! ( it was a close miss!); Was horrible for the formal dinners. Hello! I cant manage him when there is one fork an done spoon on the table. They had THREE forks, THREE spoons, THREE knives and THREE glasses!!! It was Mowgli's idea of heaven. Kissed all the girls in the airport. He would first run and stand next to them, slowly put a hand on them. the parents would immediately exclaim " Oh, what a cute boy,baby" . That was his cue. Hug the baby girl right there. It was great entertainment for everybody in the airport!
So here are the photos and I am off to buy that cottage and estate in the hills. I think I am a much better person in the hils than on the plains :-) The BH has been heard starting all his sentences with " When you were in Canada you were not like this" ;-) Get me that house and estate in the hills sweetie. I will always be good to you *devilish grin
Yes, this is how a squirrel eats!
Yes, this is how a squirrel eats!
Dad and son looking at the babes!
Dada.. Ollollu ollollu.. ( Water!)
Cozy threesome.
Dada.. Ollollu ollollu.. ( Water!)
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Blah. blah blah
We have been back and its been one thing after the other. The trip was so tiring that all we did on the first weekend was sleep sleep and then sleep some more. Then it was a week of illness. The BH got it first, bad cold and chest congestion. Mowgli followed it up with a hunger strike and fever and cold. I rounded up the series with a bad sinus attack. We have been resting and things are looking better.
Went to Daily dump and bought their compost bin. I am always thinking about the environment and how to better it and stuff, so this is a good time to start off on what I believe. Day one and two went fine. The waste is in it and its covered with paper. Can’t see any worms as of now. I just hope it is manageable and doesn’t stink!
Went for a birthday party last Saturday and got a culture shock. A 4 year old girl playing with her balloon, misses it and exclaims ‘Oh shit!’. There are other people around, but nobody seems to have noticed or is this the norm? A cousin’s wife tells me that her students’ in third and fourth standards regularly swear in class! ‘Shit’ is something ordinary. As long as they don’t use the F word, the teachers don’t reprimand them. My manager tells me about a conversation he overheard between two 6 year olds. ‘Don’t play with X, his dad has only a Zen!’
Are these the new generation? Brand conscious, materialistic, bad language; kids do not even behave like kids anymore. Any mall that I go to, I hardly see kids dressed like kids. The girls are mostly always in satin or tight dresses like those item dancers wear and high heels and matching accessories. Whatever happened to good old jeans/simple frocks or just normal clothes? I used to blame the parents, but now I realize that even the kids are very particular about what they wear etc. Hello, kindergarten kids suffer from peer pressure!
As of now, I do not want to expose Mowgli to TV. I want him to learn to read/paint or learn to occupy himself and not just mindlessly sit in front of the TV. NO branded stuff for him till he clears his tenth. You tell me, what’s the logic in getting a 13 year old Reebok shoes worth 3000/- which he’ll definitely outgrow in a year? I want him to go on walks, play outside, do other stuff rather than watch TV. As always parents propose and the child disposes. Time will tell how successful I am. But whatever it is this is one fight I am not letting go that easily!!!
Went to Daily dump and bought their compost bin. I am always thinking about the environment and how to better it and stuff, so this is a good time to start off on what I believe. Day one and two went fine. The waste is in it and its covered with paper. Can’t see any worms as of now. I just hope it is manageable and doesn’t stink!
Went for a birthday party last Saturday and got a culture shock. A 4 year old girl playing with her balloon, misses it and exclaims ‘Oh shit!’. There are other people around, but nobody seems to have noticed or is this the norm? A cousin’s wife tells me that her students’ in third and fourth standards regularly swear in class! ‘Shit’ is something ordinary. As long as they don’t use the F word, the teachers don’t reprimand them. My manager tells me about a conversation he overheard between two 6 year olds. ‘Don’t play with X, his dad has only a Zen!’
Are these the new generation? Brand conscious, materialistic, bad language; kids do not even behave like kids anymore. Any mall that I go to, I hardly see kids dressed like kids. The girls are mostly always in satin or tight dresses like those item dancers wear and high heels and matching accessories. Whatever happened to good old jeans/simple frocks or just normal clothes? I used to blame the parents, but now I realize that even the kids are very particular about what they wear etc. Hello, kindergarten kids suffer from peer pressure!
As of now, I do not want to expose Mowgli to TV. I want him to learn to read/paint or learn to occupy himself and not just mindlessly sit in front of the TV. NO branded stuff for him till he clears his tenth. You tell me, what’s the logic in getting a 13 year old Reebok shoes worth 3000/- which he’ll definitely outgrow in a year? I want him to go on walks, play outside, do other stuff rather than watch TV. As always parents propose and the child disposes. Time will tell how successful I am. But whatever it is this is one fight I am not letting go that easily!!!
Friday, July 31, 2009
It’s THE day!
After all the slogging and the tension that the BH had to endure he did achieve 105% of his target last year and therefore we are off to Canada today! ( every year the top 15 worldwide performersand their family get to spend a week in a resort all expenses paid) its something we have been looking forward from April and now we are finally there.
Clothes have been bought and attires decided. They have a formal dinner every night and a lot of activities planned for the group. Got Mowgli a suit (his first one!) to match his dad’s tuxedo (his first one!!!) I searched low and high for a dress that would look nice on my figure (or lack of!) and came away disappointed. So the sari it is for the formal awards night. The rest is all casual.
And as the grand finale, Mr.Mowgli has been coughing and throwing up since last night. Totally bad timing! We have been assured by the doctor that its all fine. Its just the phlegm coming out! To be on the safer side she has prescribed antibiotics.
Took cocoa to the boarding, coz theres nobody here to look after her when we are gone. The feeling was very similar to the first time we took mowgli to his day care! The place looks nice. There are a lot of dogs there.we have given that guy a whole lot of instructions. Have also told cocoa to behave and not to mingle with the rowdy rajapalayam and the snooty boxer and have reminded her that she is a girl and its better she keeps to herself! :-) Poor thing! Will she feel that we have abandoned her and gone away????
And that’s it! We are off!
Tata :-)
Clothes have been bought and attires decided. They have a formal dinner every night and a lot of activities planned for the group. Got Mowgli a suit (his first one!) to match his dad’s tuxedo (his first one!!!) I searched low and high for a dress that would look nice on my figure (or lack of!) and came away disappointed. So the sari it is for the formal awards night. The rest is all casual.
And as the grand finale, Mr.Mowgli has been coughing and throwing up since last night. Totally bad timing! We have been assured by the doctor that its all fine. Its just the phlegm coming out! To be on the safer side she has prescribed antibiotics.
Took cocoa to the boarding, coz theres nobody here to look after her when we are gone. The feeling was very similar to the first time we took mowgli to his day care! The place looks nice. There are a lot of dogs there.we have given that guy a whole lot of instructions. Have also told cocoa to behave and not to mingle with the rowdy rajapalayam and the snooty boxer and have reminded her that she is a girl and its better she keeps to herself! :-) Poor thing! Will she feel that we have abandoned her and gone away????
And that’s it! We are off!
Tata :-)
Thursday, July 30, 2009
To the BH
For the memories and moments and happiness...
Perhaps Love - John Denver & Placido Domingo
Perhaps love is like a resting place
A shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort
It is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble
When you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home
Perhaps love is like a window
Perhaps an open door
It invites you to come closer
It wants to show you more
And even if you lose yourself
And don't know what to do
The memory of love will see you through
Oh, Love to some is like a cloud
To some as strong as steel
For some a way of living
For some a way to feel
And some say love is holding on
And some say letting go
And some say love is everything
And some say they don't know
Perhaps love is like the ocean
Full of conflict, full of pain
Like a fire when it's cold outside
Thunder when it rains
If I should live forever
And all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you....
P.S. Go listen to this song!
Monday, July 27, 2009
Thou shalt not compare
Oooh? How old is he? Really? He looks so big . Slyly nudges the spouse and whispering- how can it be? Look at his legs and hands? So strong.
What do you feed him? Oh, only home made food? Does he eat well? Really? Meat/eggs?
And what about his hair? Do you use a special shampoo? Or natural shampoos? What about the oiling / combing? How often do you brush him?
Doctor? Which doctor do you take him to? Is he good?
Oh, no no nothing like that. He is such a cutie pie. Was just asking.
And then a long session in the car- what are we doing wrong. She is only half that size. And that one is three months younger also!! Maybe we should give some supplements? Shall we change the doctor? Did you see the colour of his hair? Such a rich tinge. What are we doing wrong? Why isn’t she like him?
There is a hint of remorse as to how could this have happened. Something went wrong somewhere…
We don’t do this with Mowgli.
Then WHY do we this with Cocoa? Compare her to every damn golden retriever we see!!!!
What do you feed him? Oh, only home made food? Does he eat well? Really? Meat/eggs?
And what about his hair? Do you use a special shampoo? Or natural shampoos? What about the oiling / combing? How often do you brush him?
Doctor? Which doctor do you take him to? Is he good?
Oh, no no nothing like that. He is such a cutie pie. Was just asking.
And then a long session in the car- what are we doing wrong. She is only half that size. And that one is three months younger also!! Maybe we should give some supplements? Shall we change the doctor? Did you see the colour of his hair? Such a rich tinge. What are we doing wrong? Why isn’t she like him?
There is a hint of remorse as to how could this have happened. Something went wrong somewhere…
We don’t do this with Mowgli.
Then WHY do we this with Cocoa? Compare her to every damn golden retriever we see!!!!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
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Monday, July 13, 2009
And we waste time just like that not knowing how much we have!
The fools that we are. 
A college mate died today. Brain tumor. It was discovered quite late. He was not a friend, at least not a close one. We were together in an extracurricular group and had interacted quite frequently. Furthermore he had had a huge crush on one of my friends, so knew him that ways also.
He was my age. 29 years old. Is that an age to die? When your entire life is before you. He left behind a pregnant wife. I cannot even imagine how she would be feeling. How will his child grow up? I look at mowgli surrounded by so much love. From us. From our extended family, friends, relatives. He is totally pampered in that ways. What did that poor child do to deserve this fate?
It again reminds me of him.
Of life being unfair.
Of us whom life has decided to bless. How do we treat this gift? Do we treasure it and live life to its fullest? Or do we sit and waste it away? Only to regret it later!
Squabbling about petty things. Worrying about money and bank balances. Bothered about the opinions and verdicts that others have about us and our kids. Dreaming big and then filing away these dreams in a locked box where they’re never allowed to see the light of the day.
When will it get into our dumb heads that life will go on and we have to make the most of it today.
Now.
A college mate died today. Brain tumor. It was discovered quite late. He was not a friend, at least not a close one. We were together in an extracurricular group and had interacted quite frequently. Furthermore he had had a huge crush on one of my friends, so knew him that ways also.
He was my age. 29 years old. Is that an age to die? When your entire life is before you. He left behind a pregnant wife. I cannot even imagine how she would be feeling. How will his child grow up? I look at mowgli surrounded by so much love. From us. From our extended family, friends, relatives. He is totally pampered in that ways. What did that poor child do to deserve this fate?
It again reminds me of him.
Of life being unfair.
Of us whom life has decided to bless. How do we treat this gift? Do we treasure it and live life to its fullest? Or do we sit and waste it away? Only to regret it later!
Squabbling about petty things. Worrying about money and bank balances. Bothered about the opinions and verdicts that others have about us and our kids. Dreaming big and then filing away these dreams in a locked box where they’re never allowed to see the light of the day.
When will it get into our dumb heads that life will go on and we have to make the most of it today.
Now.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
So whats the little man saying these days?
Nooooooooooo - For NO. Accompanied by persistent shaking of the head and a stern finger wagging No.
Mama,Dada - His slaves
Cocooo - Cocoa. He funnily does not know how to stop at one ‘o’. He has to drag it out ’ooooooo’
Ollollu - Water. Don’t ask me how it is related J
Goooooo - Go away and don’t disturb me
Baa - Come. Accompanied by a sole finger gesturing you to come near.
Taa - Give it to me right now
Ina - Here, take it and go.
Duddu – That elixir in the bottle. The one stop solution for everything
Meh – Any female other than me
Da – Any male other than his dad
Buaa – His bua and conspirator in crime
Paapa and Uma - His paternal grandparents His champions and fan club lifetime members. His paternal grandparents.
Baaba – Any child, older or younger than him
Bow bow – Dog
Kaat – for Cat
Amm – Food with a capital F.
Boh - Ball/bat/balloon
Deep Groan and pushing face – Either potty time or just wants to go play in the water. More the latter
Pua – Shall we go? Often said when he sees or senses any family member about to leave the house. He runs to the door with his shoes and waits there for the concerned person to take him and go out.
Tata, Bayeeee – tata bye bye. And please take me along with you.
And a whole lot of gibberish. Where he seems to be fighting with us, complaining about one to the other, getting irritated because we are so ignorant and not able to understand what he is saying.
I waited so eagerly for him to start walking and now he just doesn't stop! So having derived that experience I am in no hurry for him to start speaking coherently. This ngfugynmvu is cool enough :-)
Mama,Dada - His slaves
Cocooo - Cocoa. He funnily does not know how to stop at one ‘o’. He has to drag it out ’ooooooo’
Ollollu - Water. Don’t ask me how it is related J
Goooooo - Go away and don’t disturb me
Baa - Come. Accompanied by a sole finger gesturing you to come near.
Taa - Give it to me right now
Ina - Here, take it and go.
Duddu – That elixir in the bottle. The one stop solution for everything
Meh – Any female other than me
Da – Any male other than his dad
Buaa – His bua and conspirator in crime
Paapa and Uma - His paternal grandparents His champions and fan club lifetime members. His paternal grandparents.
Baaba – Any child, older or younger than him
Bow bow – Dog
Kaat – for Cat
Amm – Food with a capital F.
Boh - Ball/bat/balloon
Deep Groan and pushing face – Either potty time or just wants to go play in the water. More the latter
Pua – Shall we go? Often said when he sees or senses any family member about to leave the house. He runs to the door with his shoes and waits there for the concerned person to take him and go out.
Tata, Bayeeee – tata bye bye. And please take me along with you.
And a whole lot of gibberish. Where he seems to be fighting with us, complaining about one to the other, getting irritated because we are so ignorant and not able to understand what he is saying.
I waited so eagerly for him to start walking and now he just doesn't stop! So having derived that experience I am in no hurry for him to start speaking coherently. This ngfugynmvu is cool enough :-)
A super duper smashing rolling weekend!!!!
P and his wife S had come down from Cochin. This was an occasion for all of us to get together. It was after such a looooooooooooong time that all eight of us were together again that for the time being all differences and hurts were swept under the carpet. What did we do? Ate. Slept. Talked. Tried out two new restaurants. Lebanese at the World cuisine network and Café Terra for their breakfasts. The latter was great. I see myself going back there again J
Saturday night, the BH made beef roast. Mowgli slept at 8pm like a very good boy and therefore i had a really good time. We talked and talked till 1 in the morning. It has been so long since we did it. Reliving our college days. Before marriage Bangalore adventures. Gossiping about old friends and foes and how many have moved in between the categories. This time around there was a new topic of conversation. In-laws! Now that all of us are married everybody had something to say about spouses and in-laws and relatives. The guys cribbed about their wives and S and I made fun of our husbands. S had a great time listening firsthand to all of P’s performances in college. I guess we supplied her with a lot of fodder for future blackmail and leg pulling J Poor P!
It made me nostalgic, very nostalgic. Not just me but everybody. It was like a realization to us as in ‘see, how much have you guys changed!’ I think we should do this more often. Like get together every month or so and just talk. We have made plans for this New Year. Book a cottage somewhere and chill just like how we did in 2006.
It is so easy to get carried away in the rush.
It takes so little time to stop and smell the roses.
Why don’t we stop then?
Saturday night, the BH made beef roast. Mowgli slept at 8pm like a very good boy and therefore i had a really good time. We talked and talked till 1 in the morning. It has been so long since we did it. Reliving our college days. Before marriage Bangalore adventures. Gossiping about old friends and foes and how many have moved in between the categories. This time around there was a new topic of conversation. In-laws! Now that all of us are married everybody had something to say about spouses and in-laws and relatives. The guys cribbed about their wives and S and I made fun of our husbands. S had a great time listening firsthand to all of P’s performances in college. I guess we supplied her with a lot of fodder for future blackmail and leg pulling J Poor P!
It made me nostalgic, very nostalgic. Not just me but everybody. It was like a realization to us as in ‘see, how much have you guys changed!’ I think we should do this more often. Like get together every month or so and just talk. We have made plans for this New Year. Book a cottage somewhere and chill just like how we did in 2006.
It is so easy to get carried away in the rush.
It takes so little time to stop and smell the roses.
Why don’t we stop then?
Monday, July 6, 2009
Time out?
Gimme more!
I just love them :-)
Mowgli threw a tantrum and started throwing his toys at us. The BH got mad and made him stand in a corner with his arms folded. And believe it or not the little imp was actually loving it!!!! he threw a couple of poses, sat after a while and then just refused to come out of the corner!!!!
What do I do with this chota shaitan????
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
“He is completely fine now.” She smiled at me.
She is Mowgli’s day care aunty. I smiled back. Grinned would be a better word. It was a 75 mm smile of pure relief and finally happiness.
In the initial days I just couldn’t believe that for somebody so outgoing it took 10 weeks to finally adjust to day care!!! He is the first kid over there who has taken this long. That battle is over. He has finally agreed to play with the other kids. Allows the girls to carry him. Has moved in to the toys section from the sand pit. Walks to the BH with his bag in the evening. Runs to me smiling when I come back from office.
Other than these he has also sorted out a couple of other things. He is again back to liking me. Yayyyyyyyyyyy! That phase of clinging to the BH for everything is FINALLY over. He now understands that I will come back at night and that the BH goes away in the mornings. So no tears and tantrums when the BH leaves. We now kiss the BH bye and say cheers to him and happily close the door!
The worst fear I had when Mowgli started day care was that he would lose his mischievousness and maybe become too insecure about people. Both my fears have been proved baseless. He is still the same old naughty imp that he was before. The insecurity was there in the beginning, but it has also passed.
Touchwood and I cross my fingers!
p.s. Mowgli’s mom is still grinning!
In the initial days I just couldn’t believe that for somebody so outgoing it took 10 weeks to finally adjust to day care!!! He is the first kid over there who has taken this long. That battle is over. He has finally agreed to play with the other kids. Allows the girls to carry him. Has moved in to the toys section from the sand pit. Walks to the BH with his bag in the evening. Runs to me smiling when I come back from office.
Other than these he has also sorted out a couple of other things. He is again back to liking me. Yayyyyyyyyyyy! That phase of clinging to the BH for everything is FINALLY over. He now understands that I will come back at night and that the BH goes away in the mornings. So no tears and tantrums when the BH leaves. We now kiss the BH bye and say cheers to him and happily close the door!
The worst fear I had when Mowgli started day care was that he would lose his mischievousness and maybe become too insecure about people. Both my fears have been proved baseless. He is still the same old naughty imp that he was before. The insecurity was there in the beginning, but it has also passed.
Touchwood and I cross my fingers!
p.s. Mowgli’s mom is still grinning!
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Who are you guys?
Reading my blog??????
Will thou please take a few minutes to delurk and tell me who you are?
I am curious, you see.
Please humour me.
Please?
Will thou please take a few minutes to delurk and tell me who you are?
I am curious, you see.
Please humour me.
Please?
Back and feeling so much better.
It was viral fever and the head aches were sinus realted ones and everything is under control now with the proper medication and steam inhalation. I really don’t know why I was so dumb or block headed to suffer for more than two weeks. Every day in office by about 4/5 I would start shivering. Then the pain in my head would start. I would be unable to look at the screen or concentrate on the work. I was also getting dizzy at times. And the moron that I am it never actually occurred to me that it could be because I am not well. I was thinking that maybe I’m going into some depression or else the headaches were psychological. Why I behaved in such an illogical way and suffered so much pain is beyond me?
Finally when the headaches got really worse and the pain started bringing tears to my eyes at night, I thought enough is enough. I need to go see a doctor. Or better still finally I called my dad! (Now don’t start off on why I didn’t call him earlier!! As I said I was not sane!) He prescribed antibiotics, told me I had sinus (!). I took the medicines and went to office thinking that all will be well. After some time I very nearly fainted. A colleague rushed me to the medical; room to check my BP. Everything was normal thankfully. Just a fever. The BH came and picked me up from office. I just went home and crashed. That day and the next day is a haze. I just remember sleeping and sleeping and sleeping.
Alls well that ends well./ I have learnt my lesson here. If not well call appa immediately!!!
And peace returns to the jungle house.
Finally when the headaches got really worse and the pain started bringing tears to my eyes at night, I thought enough is enough. I need to go see a doctor. Or better still finally I called my dad! (Now don’t start off on why I didn’t call him earlier!! As I said I was not sane!) He prescribed antibiotics, told me I had sinus (!). I took the medicines and went to office thinking that all will be well. After some time I very nearly fainted. A colleague rushed me to the medical; room to check my BP. Everything was normal thankfully. Just a fever. The BH came and picked me up from office. I just went home and crashed. That day and the next day is a haze. I just remember sleeping and sleeping and sleeping.
Alls well that ends well./ I have learnt my lesson here. If not well call appa immediately!!!
And peace returns to the jungle house.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Can the doctor prescribe it?
‘My back is aching’, she says.
‘Hmmm’. He tiredly presses it for her.
‘My feet are so tired. I cannot sleep’
He rubs her feet with some oil and massages it.
‘My head is paining. Can you rub some balm? ‘He half-heartedly rubs the balm grumbling that she is always complaining about aches and pains these days.
‘My shoulder is hurting. I cant move it. ‘
‘My eyes hurt from staring at the screen for so long.’
‘My heels have cracked again and its painful to walk’.
‘We need to go see a doctor for all these pains. It is becoming a daily routine these days.’ He mutters half asleep.
She looks at him in the darkness and says in her mind. ‘I do not need a doctor. I need love.’
‘Hmmm’. He tiredly presses it for her.
‘My feet are so tired. I cannot sleep’
He rubs her feet with some oil and massages it.
‘My head is paining. Can you rub some balm? ‘He half-heartedly rubs the balm grumbling that she is always complaining about aches and pains these days.
‘My shoulder is hurting. I cant move it. ‘
‘My eyes hurt from staring at the screen for so long.’
‘My heels have cracked again and its painful to walk’.
‘We need to go see a doctor for all these pains. It is becoming a daily routine these days.’ He mutters half asleep.
She looks at him in the darkness and says in her mind. ‘I do not need a doctor. I need love.’
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
One small step forward and two mighty steps back!
It is so easy to go back into depression. When things return to square one. When whatever you do is the ‘wrong’ thing to do. There are times when I can fool myself that yes life is good. The bad phase is over. We can look forward to happy times. And it takes just one word or a look to bring back the desperations and frustrations. Its not just me. It’s the BH also. I know he is mighty sad about the accident and we losing almost our entire savings to repair it. But…. When do we get our lives back?
Listening to Maa from Taare Zameen Par and feel like crying.
I miss the BH. Not the one who currently lives with me. But the one I fell in love with and wanted to get married and grow old together. I am sure the BH is also missing me. Not the present me, but the 23 year old me who was full of life and for whom everything was possible. The present one is only a shadow of the past!
Listening to Maa from Taare Zameen Par and feel like crying.
I miss the BH. Not the one who currently lives with me. But the one I fell in love with and wanted to get married and grow old together. I am sure the BH is also missing me. Not the present me, but the 23 year old me who was full of life and for whom everything was possible. The present one is only a shadow of the past!
Friday, June 12, 2009
Sob sob...
Hi folks. Its been a long time since you heard from me. Well, what with the lady of the house deciding to go back to work it has been a tumultuous period for all. How am I coping, you ask? Surviving. Barely surviving. A lot of things that I took for granted have disappeared now.
After that #$@#@$#$%% man slammed into our car, a lot of things have changed in my life. You know the daily walks that were the joy of my day. It was such a perfect start to the day to just run around that lovely park, dig up that dirty mud, growl at the mean dogs (I always used to check that the master/lady had a stone before growling. No life threatening risks, right?). And the best part was when they let me off that horrible leash and I could just run and run and run. Heavenly. There’s nothing like a good run to expend all that energy and to build up a good appetite. The lady of the house keeps on complaining that I’m not eating well these days. If she would ask me I could have told her, it’s the lack of exercise. After all how much can I run inside the house and over the diwan and around the table? I understand that it’s not their fault, they have had to borrow cars from their friends and it’s not possible to take me in those cars. I shed a lot, you see. And ever since Mr.Mowgli hid the nozzle of the vacuum cleaner the master does not even have the option of cleaning the car after I go in it. I tell them ‘No Worries.’
What hurts me more is that everybody is so concerned about how that little imp Mowgli is adjusting. Hello! I am younger than him, okay. Somebody ask me also how I am doing! The lady of the house sometimes asks me, but I could do with a lot more pampering, folks. You see, I thrive on love and attention. Boy, you should have seen her today morning. She was almost ready to kill me!!! Now, don’t look at me like that. I didn’t do anything. Just ripped a quilt into pieces. It was great fun J and yes last week I chewed up about four hawai slippers and three good shoes. Me was bored. That’s it. They just make a big hue and cry about all these. What about Mr.Mowgli breaking those three nice cups? That, nobody has a problem with.
It’s a dog’s world after all!!!
After that #$@#@$#$%% man slammed into our car, a lot of things have changed in my life. You know the daily walks that were the joy of my day. It was such a perfect start to the day to just run around that lovely park, dig up that dirty mud, growl at the mean dogs (I always used to check that the master/lady had a stone before growling. No life threatening risks, right?). And the best part was when they let me off that horrible leash and I could just run and run and run. Heavenly. There’s nothing like a good run to expend all that energy and to build up a good appetite. The lady of the house keeps on complaining that I’m not eating well these days. If she would ask me I could have told her, it’s the lack of exercise. After all how much can I run inside the house and over the diwan and around the table? I understand that it’s not their fault, they have had to borrow cars from their friends and it’s not possible to take me in those cars. I shed a lot, you see. And ever since Mr.Mowgli hid the nozzle of the vacuum cleaner the master does not even have the option of cleaning the car after I go in it. I tell them ‘No Worries.’
What hurts me more is that everybody is so concerned about how that little imp Mowgli is adjusting. Hello! I am younger than him, okay. Somebody ask me also how I am doing! The lady of the house sometimes asks me, but I could do with a lot more pampering, folks. You see, I thrive on love and attention. Boy, you should have seen her today morning. She was almost ready to kill me!!! Now, don’t look at me like that. I didn’t do anything. Just ripped a quilt into pieces. It was great fun J and yes last week I chewed up about four hawai slippers and three good shoes. Me was bored. That’s it. They just make a big hue and cry about all these. What about Mr.Mowgli breaking those three nice cups? That, nobody has a problem with.
It’s a dog’s world after all!!!
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Hers.
They sleep together. On one end is the youngest and he takes up the space for two grown-ups. With arms splayed and most of the time horizontal, he is at his cutest. Fast asleep. Sometimes he smiles, sometimes he frowns. Wonder what he dreams of? Next to him is the woman and next to her the man. She is squashed in between the two. She tosses and turns throughout the night. Turning from left to right. At times hugging the small one, muttering prayers in his ears, holding his little feet and tiny fingers reveling in how they feel in her hands. At time she turns to the man. Hugging him close. Smelling his hair. Burrowing her cold feet under his always warm feet. Deriving strength from that strong and solid persona. In some ways that is how her life is. Her time and space divided between the two. The dog comes back from her rounds and jumps on the forbidden bed. Finds a cozy place on the quilt. Rests her head on the first available ankle and sighs a blissful sigh. The woman is partly awake partly asleep. The day that was and the day to be run through her subconscious mind. At some point in the night she drops off conscious of the man’s and the child’s hands on her stomach. One big rough hand. One tiny baby soft hand. Her family. She has fought hard for him and together they have brought the other. She drifts off with the last thoughts of the day being that of them. Her man and her child. Hers. Totally.
Monday, June 8, 2009
You used to
You used to begin the day by hugging me. It just had to be me.
Your eyes used to light up when you would see me after I had disappeared for a couple of hours
You used to come running after me wanting me to hug you and hold you after I had scolded you or given you a small spank
You used to cling to me when you wanted to sleep
You used to hug me tight whenever you were tired
How much ever I screamed at you or scolded you, I was still your favourite
You used to hate it if somebody else other than me hugged you at night.
You used to love playing with me.
You used to be a perfect mama’s boy.
You used to run to me for everything you wanted
You used to say ‘mama’ a thousand times a day
You used to be mine. Exclusively.
Your eyes used to light up when you would see me after I had disappeared for a couple of hours
You used to come running after me wanting me to hug you and hold you after I had scolded you or given you a small spank
You used to cling to me when you wanted to sleep
You used to hug me tight whenever you were tired
How much ever I screamed at you or scolded you, I was still your favourite
You used to hate it if somebody else other than me hugged you at night.
You used to love playing with me.
You used to be a perfect mama’s boy.
You used to run to me for everything you wanted
You used to say ‘mama’ a thousand times a day
You used to be mine. Exclusively.
You used to ‘love’ me.Do you see me as the evil mother who leaves you with other people and walks away without a backward glance?
Why do I get the feeling that you don’t now?
Friday, June 5, 2009
30 THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I TURN 30
1. Stand on the Himalayas (any of the top 10 peaks!)
2. Get a tattoo- preferably of cupid or the cute nappy clad devil
3. Get back to 60 kgs!!!
4. Be FRM certified
5. Visit Ladakh
6. Drive the car on a regular basis
7. Wear a dress- those flowery flowery ones
8. Get promoted in my current job
9. Learn Drums
10. Get back to dancing
11. Publish an article
12. Plant at least ONE tree
13. Drive the Bolero on a long drive (P.S.Buying the Bolero features in the BH’s list of 30 things!!!)
14. Enjoy a sunrise/sunset with Mowgli
15. Touch a tiger cub ( at least a cub)
16. Have a thriving balcony garden filled with the flowers I dream of
17. Exercise regularly
18. Go on a trek/trip every three months.
19. Go for the moonlight cycling trip with the BH
20. To be more at peace with myself, calmer with the BH and Mowgli, thinking twice before I react.
21. To sing at my sister’s wedding (i.e. if she agrees to get married !)
22. To visit Doodh sagar Falls and attempt a final Goodbye to Kitu
23. Take the parents and the in-laws on a huge vacation ( separately or together J)
24. Get a second ear stud
25. Let go of the past- the hurts, the slights, the pointing fingers
26. Sponsor a child
27. Go for dinner wearing something totally outrageous
28. Give a training/guest lecture at any B-school
29. Learn to enjoy and treasure my time with BH and Mowgli and Cocoa and be thankful for what I have
30. LIVE LIFE KINGSIZE
I have 16 months to do all this. My time starts now!!!
2. Get a tattoo- preferably of cupid or the cute nappy clad devil
3. Get back to 60 kgs!!!
4. Be FRM certified
5. Visit Ladakh
6. Drive the car on a regular basis
7. Wear a dress- those flowery flowery ones
8. Get promoted in my current job
9. Learn Drums
10. Get back to dancing
11. Publish an article
12. Plant at least ONE tree
13. Drive the Bolero on a long drive (P.S.Buying the Bolero features in the BH’s list of 30 things!!!)
14. Enjoy a sunrise/sunset with Mowgli
15. Touch a tiger cub ( at least a cub)
16. Have a thriving balcony garden filled with the flowers I dream of
17. Exercise regularly
18. Go on a trek/trip every three months.
19. Go for the moonlight cycling trip with the BH
20. To be more at peace with myself, calmer with the BH and Mowgli, thinking twice before I react.
21. To sing at my sister’s wedding (i.e. if she agrees to get married !)
22. To visit Doodh sagar Falls and attempt a final Goodbye to Kitu
23. Take the parents and the in-laws on a huge vacation ( separately or together J)
24. Get a second ear stud
25. Let go of the past- the hurts, the slights, the pointing fingers
26. Sponsor a child
27. Go for dinner wearing something totally outrageous
28. Give a training/guest lecture at any B-school
29. Learn to enjoy and treasure my time with BH and Mowgli and Cocoa and be thankful for what I have
30. LIVE LIFE KINGSIZE
I have 16 months to do all this. My time starts now!!!
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Time heals everything,
so they say. I disagree.
Time just dulls everything. It makes you go about in that daily routine and somehow you find yourself burying the memories deep inside till you reach a stage when you can reopen your wounds and not feel that searing pain, but just a dull ache.
It’s been 8 months now since my brother left us so suddenly. And it’s okay now; I can talk about it to people without the tears welling up. But there are moments when I’m caught unaware. Whenever I read any piece of news that has a height metric in it. The moment I see xxxx metres tall, I think of 30 metres deep. That’s where they found his body. 30 metres deep. 100 feet. I think of how many 6 foot men should stand on top of each other to reach that depth. I catch my breath and bite that trembling lip willing hard not to let the tears start. Who could have predicted that such a tragedy would befall him? We go through life thinking that all such things happen to ‘other people’ and when suddenly it happens to us we are shell shocked. I cannot enter a swimming pool now without a momentary catch in my throat. The moment I dip my head into the water and stop breathing, I start panicking. Will I drown? Is this how he felt? How long would he have struggled? It takes all my determination to actually open my eyes under water and I force myself to swim knowing that if I succumb to this fear once, then that’s it. I will never get into the water again. For him, I WILL swim. I will not be afraid and break down.
I have just one prayer. Wherever he is God, keep him safe.
Let him be at peace for we who remain can never hope to be.
Time just dulls everything. It makes you go about in that daily routine and somehow you find yourself burying the memories deep inside till you reach a stage when you can reopen your wounds and not feel that searing pain, but just a dull ache.
It’s been 8 months now since my brother left us so suddenly. And it’s okay now; I can talk about it to people without the tears welling up. But there are moments when I’m caught unaware. Whenever I read any piece of news that has a height metric in it. The moment I see xxxx metres tall, I think of 30 metres deep. That’s where they found his body. 30 metres deep. 100 feet. I think of how many 6 foot men should stand on top of each other to reach that depth. I catch my breath and bite that trembling lip willing hard not to let the tears start. Who could have predicted that such a tragedy would befall him? We go through life thinking that all such things happen to ‘other people’ and when suddenly it happens to us we are shell shocked. I cannot enter a swimming pool now without a momentary catch in my throat. The moment I dip my head into the water and stop breathing, I start panicking. Will I drown? Is this how he felt? How long would he have struggled? It takes all my determination to actually open my eyes under water and I force myself to swim knowing that if I succumb to this fear once, then that’s it. I will never get into the water again. For him, I WILL swim. I will not be afraid and break down.
I have just one prayer. Wherever he is God, keep him safe.
Let him be at peace for we who remain can never hope to be.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Chak De India!
Was listening to Chak De songs and just realized that I want to see this movie again. I have already seen it a couple of times and each time I enjoy it. There is that thrill that goes up when you hear ‘Vidya Sharma, India’. And the Sattar Minute dialogue is again one of the most memorable parts of the movie. The patriotism that makes you stand up for your country. The feeling of utmost responsibility that comes from representing your country! Its amazing!!!
I have always wished that I could do something that would make my country proud. The BH also shares the sentiment. In fact he was very keen to take the IAS examinations. But somehow with things happening that just remained a dream. A couple of weeks back, I was making the morning tea when he ruefully looked at me and said ‘This is the last year that I can appear for the IAS’. Sad that they have an age limit. And there went my dreams of being the woman behind THE MAN J I would preen and simper at meetings where he would refer all his brainwaves and say “ I thank God for giving me such an intelligent wife and blah blah blah! And I would smile graciously at the cameras and go ‘Oh not at all He is just joking!” Spoof!!! That’s how the dreams vanished and I was thrown back into reality in my shorts and oats-mango-rice-dal stained T-shirt with a spoon in my hands. Well, we can dream cant we?
Now I just hope that maybe Mowgli will do something that makes India proud. I don’t know in what field, anything will do... Sports, academics, art anything.
Just make us proud baby.
And make India proud!
Cheers!!!
P.S. The Sattar Minute Dialogue
Courtesy www.sayesha.blogspot.com
I have always wished that I could do something that would make my country proud. The BH also shares the sentiment. In fact he was very keen to take the IAS examinations. But somehow with things happening that just remained a dream. A couple of weeks back, I was making the morning tea when he ruefully looked at me and said ‘This is the last year that I can appear for the IAS’. Sad that they have an age limit. And there went my dreams of being the woman behind THE MAN J I would preen and simper at meetings where he would refer all his brainwaves and say “ I thank God for giving me such an intelligent wife and blah blah blah! And I would smile graciously at the cameras and go ‘Oh not at all He is just joking!” Spoof!!! That’s how the dreams vanished and I was thrown back into reality in my shorts and oats-mango-rice-dal stained T-shirt with a spoon in my hands. Well, we can dream cant we?
Now I just hope that maybe Mowgli will do something that makes India proud. I don’t know in what field, anything will do... Sports, academics, art anything.
Just make us proud baby.
And make India proud!
Cheers!!!
P.S. The Sattar Minute Dialogue
Sattar minute. Sattar minute hain tumhaare paas. Shaayad tumhari zindagi ke
sabse khaas sattar minute. Aaj tum achha khelo ya bura, yeh sattar minute tumhe
zindagi bhar yaad rahenge. Aur kaise khelna hai, aaj main tumhe nahin bataoonga.
Bas itna kahoonga ki jao aur yeh sattar minute jee bharkar khel lo. Kyunki iske
baad aane wali zindagi mein chahe kuch sahi ho ya na ho, chahe kuch rahe ya na
rahe, tum haaro ya jeeto, lekin yeh sattar minute tumse koi nahin chheen sakta.
Koi nahin. Toh maine socha ki is match mein kaisa khelna hai aaj main tumhe
nahin bataaoonga balki tum mujhe bataoge. Khelkar. Kyunki main jaanta hoon, ki
agar yeh sattar minute is team ka har player apni zindagi ki sabse badhiya
hockey khel gaya toh yeh sattar minute khuda bhi tumse waapas nahin maang sakta.
Toh jao. Jao aur apne aap se, is zindagi se, apne khuda se, aur har us insaan se
jisne tumhe... tumpar bharosa nahin kiya, apne sattar minute chheen
lo.
"Seventy minutes. You have seventy minutes. Perhaps the most special
seventy minutes of your life. Whether you play well today or not, you will
remember these seventy minutes for the rest of your life. And today, I will not
tell you how to play. All I will say is - go and play these seventy minutes to
your heart's content. Because whether what happens to your life after this is
right or not, whether you have anything or not, whether you lose or win, no one
can snatch away these seventy minutes from you. No one. So I decided that I
won't tell you how to play; you will tell me. Through your game. Because I know
that if in these seventy minutes, every player of this team plays the best
hockey of her life, then even God can't ask you for these seventy minutes back.
Go on. Go and snatch your seventy minutes. From yourself. From this life. From
your God. And from every single person who did not believe in you."
Courtesy www.sayesha.blogspot.com
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