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A sincere Thanks

To someone I haven’t met (yet), but am indebted to :-

I didn’t know you read my blog. But if you are reading this one, then accept my sincere gratitude. I now have something very precious, which you had to let go of once. It isn’t really as much your loss as it is my gain. We are both the richer for the experience. And for that I’m grateful. And am glad that you are in touch, you are friends. Just goes to show that bitterness leaves one no where, doesn’t it?

May God bless you and your family.

PS: Your son is lovely 🙂

Much love and warm wishes,

MomOfRS

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I believe in love….and so does he

Do you believe in Romance? In love? Passion?? All matters of the heart?

I do.

Deeply.

Am a cynic on the outside and a die-hard romantic on the inside. No wonder I fell in love. No wonder I dreamed of getting married to the BF some day. And I did.

We were lucky to have time on our side. We didn’t rush into our relationship, and neither were we rushed into deciding our future. We had the time, to get to know each other, understand each other. To find out what makes the other tick. To ignore the tiny little idiosyncracies we both have. To bear each other’s anger. To find a common ground among our differences.

But mostly, to LOVE each other.

So, what does love really mean??

Is it the slight twinge in my heart when he is out-of-town on work?

Or the smile that crosses my face as I hear a romantic number?

Is it the lump in my throat when he buys me a rose…for no particular reason?

Or the soft squeeze on my heart as I see him sleeping deeply like a baby?

I don’t know.

But if it’s any one of the above, then you can be sure I am in love.

Irrevocably so.

For me, his way of expressing love was very different. He went out of his way to accept my likes and dislikes.

I love coffee, he HATES it. Yet, he would take me out for coffee and suffer through a mug.

I love Chinese, he HATES it. Yet he would take me to Chinese restaurants and fiddle with the fork and noodles.

I love chocolates, he HATES them. Yet he would buy me bars , just to keep me happy.

I love movies in theaters. He HATES it, preferring to see them at home. Yet, he took me out and suffered sitting in the dark theater for 3 hours.

I love switching on the fan at night. He HATES it because it gives him a sneezing fit. Yet , he lets me keep it on since I can’t sleep otherwise.

I love cold weather, ice creams. He HATES it. Yet he buys me ice-creams and takes me out during winter, though he would much prefer cozying up at home.

We have so many differences between us that even my mother quipped once as to how we two ended up choosing each other!!! (Did I mention I’m short, fat and dark and he’s tall and fair and erm….well built ? And yeah, I’m balding and you can’t see his scalp. Yup, different, we are 🙂 )

We have come a long way. Today, we celebrate our 3rd wedding anniversary. And how does it make me feel??

Frankly, I don’t think its our anniversary that matters. For social reasons, our relationship is 3 years old.

But we go back much longer. We have completed 11 years of friendship. Of acquaintance. Of being together. Of being there for each other. Through thick and thin. Through good and bad. Through sorrow and joy. Through hardships and smooth sailings. Through job struggles to on site trips. Through separation to getting together.

And now, we are parents. To two adorable babies.

How time flies.

It seems like just yesterday when he used to come to drop me till the bus stop, both of us chatting up on nothing in particular. There was no frisson, no passion, just plain camaraderie. The comfort of being in good company. Of enjoying that company. Did we fall in love then?

Or was it much later…..

I don’t know.

But what I do know is that we were together. And it just seemed right.

It’s as if he was the last piece in the jigsaw of my life. With him in place, the picture was complete.

I was complete.

Is this love?? Kya yehi pyaar hai?

While we are on romantic numbers, this one is very close to my heart.

Since we got married and had twins, we haven’t been able to spend time together as we used to before. I miss that. We do make time to cuddle and catch up with each other’s work, stealing a few kisses whenever we get the chance 😀

On the passion scale, we are at an all time low.

But on Love, the scales fall short 😀

So for my third wedding anniversary, I’m kidnapping the BF and spending the day with him (It’s all hush hush for now. Though we have a long weekend, am not planning on an overnight trip simply because we can’t stay away from the kids. And I, personally, cannot sleep without them 😦 ).

Maybe I’ll blog about it later.

Or maybe I wont 😉

Anyway, there may not be any new post today.

Have fun people. And if you haven’t said I Love You to your loved one, go ahead and say it.

It’s totally worth it.

Believe me 🙂

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Running short of names

For some unknown reason I’d started reading up on the life of Krishna and Rukmini, about how he rescued and married her. About their love for each other.

Towards the end of the article, I came across this nugget of information. Rukmini had 10 sons. The first one was Pradyumna.

The rest nine were named as follows :-

Charudeshna
Sudesna
Charudeha
Sucharu
Charugupta
Bhadracharu
Charuchandra
Vicharu
Charu

I can almost picture the youngest one (Charu) jumping up each time any of his brothers were called out!!

Ohhh !! To live life on tenterhooks!!!

If they had nick-names those days, wonder what they would all be called??

Charu??

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Dad’s mail to his ‘Friends’.

My dad is a prolific writer. It’s just too sad that he didn’t take up with activity with more dedication. He’d do so well, I tell you!!!

Anyhow, Dad had sent me this mail (obviously feeling that I’m running short of material to post on my blog!! Dad, Dad!!! ), explicitly stating that it’s a garbled stream of words leading nowhere. He had sent this mail to his ‘Net-Friends’ group when they were inactive for an extensively long period. Considering that Dad is a ‘people’-oriented person, he felt cut-out and stranded by his ‘friends’. Hence this long rambly mail from him.

I , personally, like his flow. The style of writing. Using the right words, hoping against hope that the readers follow its meaning 😀

Anyhow, have a read.

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My Dear Friends,
 
I apologise for not being in the mood for the usual endearing terminologies.  Well, just to come to the point, of late, I have ruminated a good deal, and I have realised that, I have some high pressure priorities at my domestic front and at my professional pre-occupations, which require my undivided attention and, I am not sure if I am able to do justice to most of these essentials in my life. 
 
 I have also realised that, I have been engaging myself in activities which are really of no intrinsic value to others or myself.  I hold myself responsible for opening up so much of myself and bringing together a momentum that is so beautiful. But deep within, I understand that I may have been wrong in some of my judgements and perceptions in gathering such a group as ours. But then, I always believed in building up a homogenous team out of heterogenous minds and keeping them together. But then,that was not to be.
 
 
Friends, there comes a point when I too could feel deeply hurt by the thoughts, words and actions of a few friends and being so grossly misunderstood. Having tried my best to mend fences and bring them around and failed, I find it best to delink from all these activities. I feel that, maybe that would be the best solution in the interest of all. I would hate to be the cause of any ill-feeling or misunderstanding within our group.
 
Although I have tried my best to be magnanimous about it, I think it has gotten to a point where I feel I am just wasting my time on a useless exercise. As for myself, I have had no ulterior motives or vested interests, in whatever I have said or done. Joy and Happiness on everyone’s face and heart is all that I had prayed for, all these days.  That being so, have I gone grossly wrong somewhere ?
 
Each one of you friends have been very special to me and I value your friendship as precious – always. I am reminded of a famous saying “Time might lead me somewhere away from you all and fate may even wipe me from your memory….But, I will always be grateful to God that, once in my life’s journey, we became friends.” 
 
I sincerely convey my profound gratitude to all of you for the time and effort you have spent for me.  However, except for an occasional greeting or mail on the Net as it is my habit to share, I do not even expect a response, if you are busy.  I will, as always, understand your preoccupations and respect your right to your space.  I don’t think I would be able to take on more at this point .  I wish you all the very best of life and a great happiness ahead in all your endeavours.
 
Thank you for all the happy moments we have shared – I’ll cherish them as the greatest treasures of my life. Take Care.
 
Your Ever Sincere Friend,
 
Y.

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Sigh. No wonder he didn’t get any reply to this mail!!!

The recipients must still be going through their dictionaries 🙂

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Last weekend , I had a great time. After a long time, I felt satisfied with a weekend well spent 🙂 . This is going to be a long post. So be forewarned.

It all started with Saturday morning. Woke up late, fed and nuzzled the babies and slept again.

Woke up, and had this crazy urge to do some rapid cooking. So I made palak-dal, rice, bhindi and some sizzling red-chillies-n-garlic chutney (which was originally intended to be schezwan sauce, but it turned into something else entirely. Anyhow, it was edible, and thats what matters!!). And to wrap up the menu, indulged myself by making Gajar-halwa. My absolute favourite!! The BF helped by grating the carrots diligently. I so LOVE him when he helps around the kitchen!!

Anyhow, the halwa turned out just right (even if it’s just me saying so!!!). Its my one speciality. Always. It turns out great anyway I make it.  Here’s a pic of the same (In my hurry, I dumped ALL the dry-nuts into it and forgot to leave some for decoration 😦 ):-

Gajar halwa

Believe me, it was much better than what it looks like in the pic. You know my photography skills suck BIG time!!! 

MIL came back from school in the afternoon and was pleased to see the dishes lined up. Sometimes I please her beyond measure 😀 .I know, I do stuff like that at times !!

Was planning on sorting the twin’s cupboard, which currently looks like the salvation army’s junkyard, but before I could get to it, got a message from BFC. She was enquiring if we were free in the evening. I wasn’t so sure, but then, we had initially planned on meeting on Sunday, but all of us had other commitments. Anyway, the BF was keen to meet up and the time was fixed at 5pm . AND we were supposed to get the kids along (Somehow, one loses value after having kids. Your friends/relatives aren’t as keen at meeting you, as your kids!! So mostly its like, you either turn up with the kids, or don’t turn up at all!! Anyhow, I digress).

The babies were sleeping and I thought of leaving them behind. But just as we were leaving, they woke up. And we thought, why not take them along?! Quick phone calls were made to inform the others that we’d be a tad later than 5pm.

Fed the kids their bikkies (Parle-G biscuits in milk) and dressed them up. We left around 5.30pm, picked up BFC and BFG at one pick-up point, got hold of BFS at another. Dropped in at BFC’s place for a few minutes ( her parents wanted to meet the twins 🙂 ) where the twins, thankfully , were in their best behaviour, except maybe the time, SS thought it his duty to meticulously bring the stuff from their terrace into the hall.

Wrapping up with quick good-byes, we left BFC’s place and then pondered on where to go next?! BF suggested CCD, but I didn’t want to take the kids where their loud hollering would cause raised eye-brows. So we all decided on McDs.

Good choice, considering its the ideal place for young kids. The only disappointing thing was that they had only one high chair. It’s not as if there were any other families with young babies around!! But it was all forgiven because they agreed to turn down the loud music when we told them that the babies were getting disturbed by it. Full marks to McD’s on this 🙂 .

Much fun ensued after that. Loads of friendly repartee, ribbing of BFC on her would-be-fiance, naughty flirting between the BF and BFS with BFG chiming in with her comments for effect.  BFC commented that the BF’s ‘only-guy-rule’ was over and the BF made a mock miserable and gloomy face!!! Aaah!! Fun indeed. It’s absolutely wonderful to have a set of common friends …you know, friends who are as much close to you as your hubby. So we can BOTH chill-out and our friends can also chill-out and we can just be ourselves. This kind of atmosphere I haven’t found outside THIS friend circle. And thats why these three are so dear to me. We all go back a loooong way and I pray to God that in spite of them moving away due to matrimony or work, we continue to stay in touch.Forever. Ameen.

It was the twin’s first ‘public’ outing, where we take them to a formal public place. They behaved well, at least, they didn’t cry or bring down the roof with their shrieks!! Thats the advantage of taking out your kids once in a blue moon. Coz when you do, they are so spell-bound by the new surroundings, the sights, the sounds, the smells, that they are quite struck dumb and forget to cry. BFS and BFG took loads of snaps and I was waiting for them to send me the snaps before I could write this post. But since BFS is out-of-town and BFG is busy, I couldn’t contain myself any longer and just HAD to write it down anyway. The snaps, alas, will just have to wait (Where was my camera, you ask? Well, in my hurry to pack their baby-bag, it absolutely skipped my mind. And the memory card in my camera cell-phone has gone corrupt, so no luck there too 😦 )

We came back home, happy and content of an evening well spent. Nothing cheers one up more than the company of good friends 🙂

Sunday was equally eventful. The kids were taken to their Ped for their Chicken-pox shot. Must say, RS is a brave little thing. She just gave one sharp yell of anger when the needle inserted into her. She was cool as a cucumber after that. SS cried heartbreakingly, but then,thats what he does best!!Once back, the BF decided he needed to work from home. The GMIL wanted to visit some relatives who had returned from Haj. So the MIL, GMIL and me packed the kids once more and bundled ourselves into an auto for our destination. Ummm, a confession here. None of us three adults is anywhere close to being, ahem, slim. It was a major feat to squeeze the three of us, PLUS two babies into the confines of an auto. Not comfortable, I tell you. Not by a looong margin!!

Once there, the babies again got caught up in the new surroundings, trying to touch other kids, pick up stuff from the floor, and just lose themselves in the crowd. I had my hands full making sure I didn’t lose sight of these two. Post lunch, the GMIL insisted we drop by her sister’s place who stays close by. So we went there too. Spent some time with them had tea, and then started back for home.

We were quite exhausted after coming back…its not easy you know, managing two babies. Because sometimes, in crowds, they cling on to you like vines and refuse to let go. So you end up lugging them around, hanging from your waist. And RS, being the heavier one, was carried by me the whole time. No wonder I got this weird back ache once we got home.

Anyhow, the kids were as tired as we were. They had dinner meekly (yes, even RS) and promptly dropped off to dreamland. Their mamma wasn’t far behind.

I didn’t actually get to do the stuff I had planned to do, but yeah, I had a good time nevertheless. Caught up with friends, relatives, spent time with babies, spent time in kitchen ( 😉 ) …..lovely, indeed 🙂

I wish I had more weekends like these…….

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Joke time :)

Long time since I posted anything funny.

Here’s a joke, keeping the holiday season in mind.

Enjoy 🙂

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Little Johnny’s Christmas

It is near the Christmas break of the school year. The students have turned in all their work and there is really nothing more to do.

All the children are restless and the teacher decides to have an early dismissal.

Teacher: “Whoever answers the questions I ask, first and correctly can leave early today.”

Little Johnny says to himself “Good, I want to get outta here. I’m smart and will answer the question.”

Teacher: “Who said ‘Four Score and Seven Years Ago’?”

Before Johnny can open his mouth, Susie says, “Abraham Lincoln.”

Teacher: “That’s right Susie, you can go home.”

Johnny is mad that Susie answered the question first.

Teacher: “Who said ‘I Have a Dream’?”

Before Johnny can open his mouth, Mary says, “Martin Luther King.”

Teacher: “That’s right Mary, you can go.”

Johnny is even madder than before.

Teacher: “Who said ‘Ask not, what your country can do for you’?”

Before Johnny can open his mouth, Nancy says, “John F. Kennedy.”

Teacher: “That’s right Nancy, you may also leave.”

Johnny is boiling mad that he has not been able to answer to any of the questions.

When the teacher turns her back Johnny says, “I wish these b***** would keep their mouths shut!”

The teacher turns around: “NOW WHO SAID THAT?”

Johnny yelled, “TIGER WOODS”. SEE YOU NEXT YEAR !”

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No more a ‘baby’

Aaaahhh!!

How time flies….

Opened Gmail to find the regular mail updates from Babycenter.com . Here’s what it says  :-

No more a 'Baby'

So, officially, the babies are now ‘Toddlers’.

The twins, being preemies, turned toddlers last month. But I still refer to them as babies. Because thats what they will always be.

To me , at least 🙂

But the babycenter reminder comes as a jolt. The babies are growing up and they will now be addressed as toddlers. And what after that?? Pre-schoolers? Play-groupers? 1st graders??

How nasty do these titles sound??

So I’m being an ostrich and hiding from the fact that the kids are growing up. That within a year they will start talking and making friends. Start playgroup and get a life.

Somehow, I like being an ostrich.  Its better this way. To not see that the more your babies grow up, the more they become independent, the further they go away from you.

Philosophical I have become lately.

Not a good thing I tell you…..it makes you take the path of thought you would rather not.

As for the babies, they find joy in whatever new they learn, do.

So why should I grudge them their freedom to run riot ?

Thats what babies, oops!! Toddlers are supposed to do, right?

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