What a weekend!!
There was celebration, there was mourning, there was work, and yet more work.
There was fun, there was laughter, lots of reading and much shopping.
Starting from Friday onwards, here’s the dope on the latest in the momofrs household
1) Friday night, reached home late, just to find that the front-door neighbours had an engagement ceremony at their place. Usually, their house is the central place where most family functions take place. The dinner arrangements are made in our parking lot. But since it was raining, they requested us to seat their guests in our drawing-room (which is quite spacious) . So we had people all over the place
Now, we’ve started a little potty training to the kids and take them to the loo for the small jobs (the big jobs are still unpredictable ) . So each time a guest made a beeline for the washroom, the kids would trail behind them, point to the loo and say loudly, for all to hear, “Sheee” . The guest would smile apologetically and quickly bolt inside. RS would then bang on the door, yelling at them to open up until the FIL, thoroughly embarrassed by then, dragged her away .
Later in the night, I asked the MIL about the nanny and MIL replied that she, FIL and GMIL had visited the girl’s house and she seemed to be in control. GMIL was in agony over the thought of the girl being all alone now and wanted us to keep her with us. But the FIL said that her relatives have the first right to decide her fate and if the girl is willing, we would surely take her over. And oh! I thought the girl was 20 year’s old. But apparently, she had just crossed 18 before she joined us and was now running her 19th year. Sometimes, I wonder why God had to deal this slip of a girl such a rotten blow, but then, HE knows best. I’m sure something good awaits her around the corner.Ameen .
2) Saturday morning saw the same hustle-bustle of tea/breakfast/cooking/minding kids/their bath/my bath/ clean-up, etc. Once the kids were asleep after their bath, I went to meet the nanny. I didn’t know her exact location, but asking around led me directly to her house. I was shocked to see her . She looked even thinner and frailer than usual, silent tears running down her cheeks, but mostly in her senses and coherent in her speech. I asked about how it all happened and she told me how she was running pillar to post with her mother and how, while rushing towards the government hospital, the mother took her last breath in her arms.
Poor girl. I felt a lump the size of a fist in my throat. How calmly was she narrating the incident! I guess she was still in shock.
I was also deeply angry and annoyed with the hospital where she first took her mom. The nurses on duty told her that she would have to pay up a deposit to admit her mother in the ICU and then shell out 15K per day. The poor girl, unsure of where to shell out the money from, decided to take her mother to the government hospital. But halfway there, the mother expired. Can’t help wondering if the mother could have been saved if only the first hospital’s staff had been more concerned about admitting her and starting treatment immediately, than asking for money.
But then, this seems to be the norm in all hospitals. They reserve treatment only for the wealthy. The poor are damned!! It never occured to the girl that the hospital is at fault. Being from that strata of society, they are used to being shunned and accept it meekly. More’s the pity .
Anyway, her uncles wanted her to leave her house (she and her mother owned the apartment), sell it and move in with them. She refused. She said she’d rather live alone than live with them. She blames them for her mother’s death (the story here being that one of the uncle had taken a bank loan using their flat as security. The mother had handed over the papers to her brother, trusting that they will repay the loan. Apparently, the uncle missed on a few payments and the bank officials dropped at the girl’s place on the 4th of August , asking them to pay up the loan instalments or vacate the house by the 10th of this month, which is today. The mother panicked and rushed to her brother’s place to plead with him on paying up. He told her that he would, but the lady was still too worried and tense about the whole thing. Two days later, on the 6th, she suffered a massive cardiac arrest and passed away. At the funeral, the neighbours of the girl asked her uncles to return the original papers of the house to the girl, but the uncles are now laying claim to it, saying that they had paid the property tax on it and have equal rights over it. The girl, though young, is not stupid. She knows her uncles are out to deprive her of her inheritance, which is the house and refuses to budge from there. She was also very upset when one of her aunts asked her to hand over all the cash and jewellery for ‘safekeeping’. Obviously, they think she’s daft!!).
I extended my complete support to the girl and told her that if there is any help required, she just has to give us a call. Even her neighbours were very loving and supportive. That was some consolation
3) Came back home, had lunch and then spent time with the twins. I have now realized one thing. The twins give a damn about my anger. They were climbing on the table, which was next to the bed and I reprimanded them severely and told them NOT to do it . But they wouldn’t listen. So I scolded them louder, which just made them burst out laughing and repeat the antic. One sound slap on the butt didn’t do the trick either. They just made faces at me and couldn’t stop laughing. I tried real hard to stay angry and let them understand that I mean business. But it was futile. They just looked and each other and burst into peals of laughter again !!
What’s a poor mom to do when her kids give her no bhaav ?!!
*Sigh* Am such a loser
4) Saturday evening was b-o-r-i-n-g!! The BF wasn’t at home (in fact, he was away the whole day!), the MIL wasn’t back yet, the BIL and FIL were also away. The twins were driving me nuts , I craved some shut-eye, but as usual, no luck in that department!!
By 6:30, the BF came back home and declared that he and I had to leave asap. I asked a hundred questions and obviously received a reply for none. The BIL was also back by then and the BF asked him to assist GMIL in minding the kids. I got dressed in a hurry and we left.
If only I’d known!!
We had to attend a session on Country Vacations for their holiday packages. Now seriously, we are veterans at attending such spiels. First there was the one by Royal Palms (too royal, way out of budget) and then Club Mahindra (who cheated us) and now Country Club. I told the BF that we were just wasting time there, but he was interested in knowing what they had to offer.
So from 7pm to 10:30 PM, we were stuck in that tiny office, being patao-ed and manao-ed into buying one of their schemes!!
Apparently, the recent weekend trip that we had, costed us quite a bit for just 1 day. In the same rate , the CV guys were offering us a week’s stay for the entire family . We fell for that bait, hook, line and sinker. The BF signed the dotted line and we became members.
Oh well, if it doesn’t work out, we can always cancel our membership!!
5) Sunday morning was once again hectic. I have to make the breakfast as soon as possible, because the men-folk have to be fed. Never mind that I’ve stayed up most of the night for the twins
So I get up from the bed and hit the kitchen as soon as possible. Made some thalipeeth for everyone and then had some myself. The biggest daunting task of any morning is feeding the twins their breakfast. So I spent the better part of the morning running around the kids, making sure they had their fill. After that the MIL took them in for their bath.
I made lunch, wrapped up my work in the kitchen and got dressed to go grocery shopping. The MIL had prepared a BIG list of stuff we might need in the coming month of Ramazan (when it’s usually quite hectic to go shopping. So we stock up earlier). The BIL accompanied me and I gave him the trolley to maneuver while I piled in the stuff. An hour later, we returned. I had lunch and then went shopping for clothes for Eid.
As a rule, I prefer shopping for clothes all by myself. Somehow, I hate the opinions offered by others (of which I’m guilty myself!! But then, they asked me out, didn’t they? So they better hear my opinions too ). The agenda was to shop for the family, kids and self.
I bought dress materials for the MIL, SIL and self. Bought a sari for the MIL and GMIL. Bought clothes for the twins and the SIL’s two boys. Bought new shoes for the twins (and here I goofed up again!! I should have bought the same pair in twos, but I went ahead and bought sneakers for SS and mary-janes for RS. The sneakers had those lights in the heel. Obviously then, the twins threw tantrums because both wanted to wear the shoes!!)
Note to self : MUST go and buy another pair of sneakers for RS now . The bother!! .
By now, my arms were loaded with shopping bags. But the shopping bug was still biting me hard. Unable to control myself, I went into a shop called “Silk Museum” which stocks really expensive designer stuff. While there, I learnt a lesson on human behavior.
I entered the store, handed over my numerous bags to the security guard and took my token. Now , I was dressed normally, nothing fancy, regular shalwar kameez and a pair of flat sandals. As usual, I was devoid of jewellery. After handing over my stuff, I walked all around the store, but no one paid me any heed. At a couple of racks , I turned around to ask about certain pieces, but the sales guys just ignored my looks and walked around as though really busy. I guess it must be the late afternoon lethargy setting in. So I thought of going back home. I was standing at the end of the store and could see a sales guy enquiring the security guard about something. The guard pointed towards me. The next thing I know, this sales guy walks up to me, all polite smiles and bows. He asks me if I’m interested in anything, pulls down half the clothes from the racks, asks me to try out a few, guides me to the changing rooms, pulls out some more clothes and finally convinces me to shell out some 5K for two pairs of shalwar-kameez. He treated me like royalty, took my measurements and convinced me that he’ll get them altered at the earliest. He also asked me to take a look at the sari section which was on the floor above and escorted me till the lifts.
I went up to the next level, entered the store and while waiting for someone to show me a few pieces, mulled over the change in attitude. And then it stuck me!! My appearance hadn’t evoked that response. My expenditure did. Since I had some 5 shopping bags from other big stores, the sales guy was impressed enough to give me his time and attention!! So much for my spending!!
So while the initial 10 minutes in the store made me feel like a loser, unworthy of the salespeople’s time and attention, the rest of the time , I was made to feel special. The guy even asked me if I’d like tea/coffee/water/whatever!! I politely declined, paid my bills and headed home.
In all, I burnt a nice big hole in my account. And feel the least guilty about it
Back home, showed the stuff to everyone. All happy . The twins fought over the shoes, with RS ultimately wearing them and SS had to console himself wearing the mary-janes. I LOVE this boy!! He looks so damn cute in anything !!
6) Post dinner, I had a tough time putting the kids to sleep. They simply refused to hit the sack . I was sorely tired after the long day (belive me , lugging around 7 loaded shopping bags does no one any good!!) . I just wanted to sleep, for God’s sake!! And then, the BF pulls out a DVD of “Rajneeti” that I wanted to see, but couldn’t (because of the kids). So we pulled out my laptop and sat watching the movie till 1AM (sleep be damned ). For the record, I wrapped up by 1 AM. The BF was out like a lark around 12 itself. And because he was sleeping, I had to switch to headphones (which I HATE when used for more than 15 minutes at a time ) . The sacrifices one makes for a loved one, I tell you *nodding head sagely * !!
It could have been a good movie, if it didn’t have so many flaws. For instance, how envious should I be when I see women getting pregnant after ONE night of mating?!! Seriously?! For someone who’s had a tough time in that department, this easy access route was totally jale-pe-namak!!
Also, will someone PLEASE (note the Caps) stop taking Ms.KK in lead roles. Give her roles where she’s best left to preen and prance. But, NOT TALK. That speech towards the end was grating, insincere and highly anglicized!! Made me laugh and almost wake up the twins!!
I’ve always liked Arjun Rampal and feel he’s just about OK. Nothing to write home about (liked him best in “Dil hai Tumhara“. A love story so sappy, you could pour it over pancakes and have it for breakfast !!) . Even here, though he had the scope, he was just about fine !! Nothing more!
Ranbir Kapoor is not someone I would root for, though he was good. But the premise under which he was introduced, his sudden conversion into a scheming, cold-blooded murderer and then the statement that he has to go abroad to look after his single MIL-to-be, just didn’t ring true. Look after MIL?? Really?? What about your own mother who lost everyone?!! And now her last living son abandons her for another woman!! Sheesh!!
Anyhow, the movie was okie-dokie and it strengthened my hatred for politics. That decided, I bade good night to the owls and caught the most needed 40 winks meself !!
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