Hello all. As usual, this Monday, I’m all peppy and fired up (long time readers will know why )
The only dark cloud looming over my head is the twin’s illness . Actually, since the GMIL fell down and fractured her hip (back in Jan this year), the twins have been good as gold. Since both me and the MIL were busy tending to the granny, we never realized that for the last 6 months plus, the twins never fell ill even once!! I mean, no colds, no coughs and no fevers. It was almost as though they were living a charmed life (Alhamdulillah). The charm still runs on I guess, because the fever is not too high . Blocked nose and slight cough nothing that a dose of crocin syrup and nose drops cannot help. Given the measly weather, I doubt they could have fought the viruses any longer anyway. I gave them an off from school today and even went to the school to let the teachers know that the twins wouldn’t be coming today. They told me to send them back only after the two are completely well. Hmmm……looks like the two will be at home right through this week !
The GMIL is doing well (Alhamdulillah again ). The fat necrosis has reduced considerably and going by the amount that is secreted recently, we can safely say that it is a just a matter of a few weeks before her stitches heal completely. Once that happens ,I believe, she will have more energy and strength for getting up and walking around. The walking is a must, but granny is loath to do it as she feels weak and tired all the time. Hopefully, once her wound is better, she will feel a tad more positive than she does now
The aunt’s doing well too, though her problem persists. Alas, her diagnosis points to a back injury which took place nearly 25 years back and caused some problem with the signals sent to her brain from her lower body. This is a neurological problem and requires surgery. Unfortunately, neither the aunt or anyone in her family is convinced as to the success of such an operation. Till the time they are , I guess she has no option but to suffer the catheter
I did a mean thing this Saturday. I still feel bad about it, but I guess it was much-needed.
I’ll give the background first – The nanny is getting unreliable by the day. Since the twins started school, she has very little to do. Me and the MIL make sure we get the kids ready for school in the morning, so this girl happily saunters in around 12 noon. She picks up the kids at 1 pm, feeds them and then puts them to sleep. After that, she washes a few clothes of the kids, has lunch and goes off to sleep herself. By 5 pm, all of them get up. She feeds the twins their milk and biscuits and just minds over them till 7 pm. After that she leaves.In all, her actual ’work’ takes up only about 3-4 hours at the most.Yet, we never bothered to deduct her salary even though we were doing the work she was initially paid to do (like bathing the twins and feeding them breakfast). Earlier, when the twins were younger, there used to be a bucket load of washing to do, but slowly, as we potty-train them, there are hardly a few soiled clothes which need washing and even then, she prefers to dump them in the washing machine instead of hand-washing them. We don’t complain. If some clothes don’t come out clean, I put them back for washing.
The one thing that we have asked her to do is be punctual. And that is exactly the one thing she doesn’t do. She gets to sleep at our place, so she doesn’t sleep early at night. She watches television late into the night and then gets up around 10 am. When she does, she calls to say that she’ll be late (whats new!) and then finally turns up at the house by 11 or 11:30. Sometimes, even later than that.
When the GMIL was well, we never bothered with the delays. But since the GMIL herself is bed-ridden, whom should I rely on for those hours between the time I have to leave for work and when the nanny drops in?? With the school timings, that little problem was solved, but only for weekdays. Weekends were another story! I have asked her repeatedly to come on time on Saturdays because that is the only day I can get my non-official work done (any bank work, meeting people, shopping , etc). Even then, I spend only a couple of hours away from home.
So this Saturday, the nanny wanted a half-day off because it was her best friend’s birthday. I gave her the green signal, but also told her to come in early, as I had some important bank work to do. She promised to come in by 9 AM. And turned up at 11:30. By the time she came in, I was too hopping mad to go out anywhere. So just as she entered, I asked her to pick her bag and walk out. I told her in no uncertain terms that I just didn’t need her that day and that I was unwilling to pay her for just two hour’s of attendance. She started crying then, but I was too fuming mad to melt. Her delays had caused us much grief for the last 6 months, yet we all kept quiet. I guess, on Saturday, the bubble of my patience finally burst and I let her have it. I didn’t yell at her though. I was just sharp and curt. When she insisted on bathing the twins before going, I told her that there was no need for her to do that and I wanted her out of my vision pronto!
Frankly, this side of me surprised me more than the nanny or the other relatives at home (GMIL and her two daughters). I never thought I could ever scold anyone who is not married to me ( )or is not my offspring but looks like I can. I felt rotten after she left. I mean, the one reason we keep shut with matters related to her is that she is an orphan. She has no immediate family and since she spends the major part of her time at our house (not to be confused with the actual time she ends up staying, which is far less), we treat her like family. She sits for meals with us, has access to every room, knows exactly where stuff is kept and is treated with love and respect. The problem is when she does not honour that treatment
Anyhow, she left with a heavy heart, I’m sure.
“Don’t worry, she’ll come on time tomorrow”, the MIL reassured me when I told her about my outburst. “I hope so”, I replied.
So this girl comes in at 11:30 am yesterday.
I saw Delhi Belly yesterday.
And I’m still wondering what the fuss is all about.
Sure, there is profanity. There are some cheap jokes. There are sexual innuendos .
But, I have seen much more than this in regular Hollywood flicks. Maybe, the surprising fact is that a Hindi film, no , an Indian film could get away with it all !! I wasn’t shocked out of my mind or laughing my guts off. But I did have a silly smile throughout, meaning, I enjoyed what I was watching. It helped that the movie was short, because towards the end, it just became a tad tedious (the loose-motions didn’t seem funny after a while ). But overall, it was fun, too much happening too soon for you to dwell on a particular scene. thankfully, there were no breaks
Don’t think of the movie as path-breaking, or bringing in a new genre. It isn’t. It’s just a movie with loads of cuss words, but nothing new. You’ve heard them all before.
The best part?
Towards the end, when the protagonist realises whom he really loves and dives in (literally) to stake his claim. Witty, crazy and soul-shudderingly romantic! Now that’s how movies are meant to feel
I made paav-bhaji for lunch yesterday. I made it for the first time by myself and I’m proud to declare that it was finger-lickin’ good . So good that the BF took me out for the above movie post-lunch !! Hmm…that saying about the path to a man’s heart being through his tummy isn’t all that wrong after all
Frankly, I’m better at non-veg stuff than veg. I mean, the regular day-to-day food is vegetarian, but when it comes to specialty dishes, I feel I score at non-veg than veg. One can rarely go wrong with chicken or fish. But if not careful, you can totally kill a vegetable . Cook a tad longer, it becomes pulpy. Cook too less, it is crunchy. Sometimes, the spices may not compliment it, at others, it may not need spices but you end up adding anyway and like I said before, kill it!!
I bow in respect to women who can make classic vegetarian dishes. In fact, I bow to women who can stay vegetarians
I can give up mutton (forever!) and chicken. But seafood makes me weak in the knees. The delectable smell of fried prawns, the crisp covering of batter over soft, succulent surmai, the South-Indian fish-curry in coconut milk….what’s NOT to love?!!
Gosh!! Talking of food just makes me hungry!
Going down to the cafeteria for snacks now. You all take care and have a wonderful week ahead.