Archive for June, 2010

How did he DO it??

Saw a movie on DVD over the last few days.

Its called Hairspray(2007) (there’s the original which was released in 1988). I was skeptical about it until I found that it was set in America of the 60’s and the movie was a kitschy musical (I LOVE musicals. The last one which I adored was Chicago. Gosh!! That movie rocked BIG time 😀 . Back in those college days, I’d saved it on my PC and would play it again and again and again 🙂 ).

Hairspray is directed by Adam Shankman and boasts of a pretty impressive star cast comprising Queen Latifah, Michelle Pfeiffer, Christopher Walken, Zac Efron , and……… her :-

Edna Turnblad from "Hairspray"

She  is one astounding dancer. Do check out her moves in this video :-

At the first look, I thought it was Jennifer Coolidge in a fat-suit.

But I was wrong. It turned out to be John Travolta in a fat suit!!

Yup , people!!

That is our man from “Broken Arrow” and “Face-off”!!

I had no idea he could prance like that…. in heels!!  Now tell me, when was the last time you saw a guy (carrying excess weight ) dancing in heels as though he was born doing it?!!

This guy is terribly convincing in his role as Edna Turnblad , totally mimicking the nuances of a woman, that too, a mother (our Bollywood heroes need to take a leaf or so out of his book ).  Awfully commendable!! I’ve notched up my respect for this guy by a zillion degrees. The BF couldn’t believe it himself and it took some googling AND waiting for the credits to roll to convince him 😀 !!

Watch this movie if you ever get a chance 🙂

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I thought I did. Until I came across this rather wierd quiz where we have to select a word from the set of options which best describes a given phrase.

Sample this :-

Any gummy, sticky substance: syrup, gravy, soup, etc.

1. Popinjay
2. Perspicacious
3. Goozlum
4. Handsel

Goozlum?? You kidding me?? Is that even a word? And what about Handsel? Popinjay?

I thought it must have been some kind of a joke, a trick question with unreal words inserted to confound the reader.

Alas, these words exist. Goozlum exists ( Egads!! Why??)

Here’s another one :-

Blindly expecting a favorable outcome or naively dwelling on hopeful aspects.

1. Simpatico
2. Panglossian
3. Smirch
4. Caitiff

Yikes !! I swear before GOD I’ve NEVER seen (much less heard) these words before!!

MBA-ites, people-preparing-for-MBA/IIMs, its confession time. Tell me, did you guys mug up these words for your entrance exams??

Is there anyone out there who can give me the right answer to the above question (Hey!! No Googling!! Seriously guys! I could’ve done that myself, couldn’t I? Why would I ask you? Hunh?? 😐  )

If anyone of you confesses to actually being aware of the above words, I would have only one option left to do!!

Rush off and burrow my head under a pillow!!

And swear off blogging forever!!

Naaah!! Just kidding .

Or make that , Just Cozening You 😀

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No time for blogging :(

Its been a wee bit hectic lately (yaawwwnnnnn!! Nothing new in that, is there?!!) I have a zillion thoughts running in my head and no time to put them down. I haven’t mentioned the books I’ve read recently, or the movies I’ve watched or the places I’ve visited. An entire week goes by and I’m still to chronicle the activities of self and the twins. So not done, I tell you (errr….am I using the ‘so not done’  term too often these days?).

Anyhow, here’s a quick snapshot of the latest.

* The BF has ticked off certain close friends. He claims they ticked him off first  . I’m not the one to take sides so I’ll wait for them to sort out their differences. Good luck to them all 🙂

* Saw the movie A-Team……….in Hindi!! Aaarrgghhh!! What a killer!! To have a regular cuss word like “a**hole” being translated into “Sade huye kele ke chhilke” is so, so Hmmphh. I don’t even have a word for it!! But the movie was fun. See it if you like your two hours of witty dialogues and oodles of action. Total masala mix. Go for it (I’d personally suggest :D)

* The twin’s vocabulary has an exceptional new word. Its called “Nai” or NO. Wow!! To hear them go “Nai” for everything we suggest is nothing short of lighting a fuse. I go ballistic everytime they say that and it tickles them pink to see me react. So they start chanting “Nai, nai” , just in case I didn’t get the message the first time. Aah! Whoever said motherhood is easy, must have been the father.

* Reading up on Arvind Adiga’s “The White Tiger”. Just started the book, so no review now. But yes, it is quite gripping in its narrative and I kind of like the flow a lot. Eager to finish it as soon as possible 🙂 .

* G is back!! So looking forward to meeting up with her 🙂 and catching up on her recent trekking experience!! On that note, found out another mommy blogger who’s from Pune. Its  NewMumOnTheBlock 🙂 . Looking forward to catching up with her too (NMOTB, just give me some time to wrap up the work here. I promise I’ll try to fix up a meeting as soon as I can .God knows I have a lot of ticked off friends for whom I’m still trying to make some time 😦 . Apologies BFS/G/C 😀 ).

* Found a few hilarious sites (which I’d been hunting since I read this post by Meira ). These are by a group called Cheezburger Network which hosts several channels like PoorlyDressed, EpicFail, Wedinator, ActingLikeAnimals, Babysaur, etc. which are nothing but collections of whacky pictures with whackier commentary. A word of caution though, the PoorlyDressed channel is definitely NSFW! Beware!!

* Saina Nehwal scored a hat-trick !! How cool is that?!! And to think she has the conviction to say she will be Number One!! Super cool!! We do need more women like her in our midst. Go Girl, GO!!!! 😀 (that’s me grinning like an oaf….seeing as I have no achievements of my own to gloat about . Drat!!)

* Got the salary increment letters . Roughly, it is spelt as P-E-A-N-U-T-S. Possibly the only thing I can buy with the given raise. Luckily, the twins are too young to munch on them. At least this way, I get to keep them . the peanuts, I mean 😀  (now this was one difficult smiley to type, seeing that I can’t depict the anger simmering under that grin!!)

* Blogging is uber-addictive!! Worse is, reading blogs!! I’m so trapped that it’s getting difficult to focus on work. Must so NOT access account during work hours. Maybe from tomorrow 😀 (this one’s a genuine grin 🙂 ).

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…..yet, it’s awfully difficult for me to confront it all and write it down here!!

Wondering what I’m talking about?

Well, I came across a post on mother’s wallowing in guilt related to their children at  The Women’s Web ‘Mommy Guilt’ Contest. And though initially I jumped up and down at the opportunity of penning (rather , typing) my sorry state of affairs as a mother, better sense prevailed and I realized that what I have to say would take up more than a regular blog post. In fact, it would take up and entire blog itself (that, is a very depressing thought indeed 😦 ) .

I went through a few posts by other mothers who had shared their experiences and  realized that they weren’t any different from mine. What I had to say is no different from what they’ve said. The only difference being, maybe, the magnitude of guilt. For I cannot simply just state that I feel guilty. I FEEL guilty. ALL the time. Period.

Even then, I tried to give it a shot. I sat down and listed the areas where I’ve felt worst as a mother. The shocker came when I realized that the list far exceeded my expectations. Where do I begin? From the time they were born premature ,couldn’t be breast-fed, had to be home while I was at work, suffered severe motions with every new food item introduced, every nick, cut ,bruise on their body, to the time yesterday when my daughter was almost run over by a tempo on the road (where was I?? Attending to guests inside a relative’s house, where there was an engagement ceremony in progress). There are no excuses for the lapses and the “we’re human” argument just doesn’t cut it. The guilt here is that my priority was to make the aunt’s guests comfortable, rather than minding my own kids (but that calls for another post altogether!!).

The work-around is to deal with the guilt in a positive manner. Sometimes I’m able to. Sometimes, I give in to tiredness and take the easy way out. I yell at them,sometimes even spank their bottoms. Even while disciplining them, I fret whether I’m being too harsh or whether they are old enough to even understand what I’m trying to do here!! The only thing I’ve controlled doing , is staying angry or annoyed with them. So even if I let them howl for a minute, I give in and console them. It kills me to see them cry (even though these days, they cry just for effect and not because they feel like crying. The monsters!!).

I know I have a HUGE blessing in the form of these kids. And that’s where the guilt stems from. The feeling of being unworthy of this blessing. As if the twins are too good for me (which is true). The only way out is to treat it, is like we do with all other blessings. Accept them with open palms and then enfold them, so that the blessing remains within that cup of two palms, to save, nurture and cherish.

I’m by no means a perfect mother. Heck, far from it. I’ve been careless, negligent and irresponsible, sometimes, all of them at the same time!! It’s a wonder the twins still respond to my calls and shower me with kisses. So not deserved, I tell you!! But I’m learning the hang of it….its a tough climb with no end in sight, but yeah, I’m making some progress on the way up there 🙂 .

The guilt , by no means reduces, it just stays in the shadows, to leap out at the wrong time 😀 . And though I refuse to mention all those instances of guilt, I let out a bit of steam now and then (like this very post).

In fact, I feel better already 🙂

Thanks for lending me your time  to read through my grouse 🙂 .

Much love to you all !!!

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Dear Shital,

This isn’t a farewell mail. Not even a regular good-bye one.

This is just a reminder mail, one to let you know that you’ll be sorely missed by all of us here, especially me.

Because you see, with you, I clicked. There are some friendships which are just meant to be. Like when you meet the person the first time and instantly realize that you have so much in common (or maybe you are just so different from each other) that you immediately gel towards each other. I felt it with you.

That brings me to the first time I saw you. Frankly, I thought you were uptight and snooty (Ouch!! Stop throwing those slippers. At least let me finish 😀 !! ). Like I said before, “I thought” so. But you proved me wrong. Once I came to know you better, you morphed into this soft, warm person, so full of love and kindness that I could kick myself for thinking otherwise!!

My initial opinion could have been because I was jealous(There!! I’ve confessed!!). You are so beautiful, no , make that breathtakingly gorgeous, that I was initially quite envious. In fact, I feel there are many other people who harbour the same impression . But they couldn’t be more wrong (like me 😀 ). I found a person who is not only beautiful externally, but also at heart 🙂 .

All the times we’ve discussed our hubbies, our jobs, our kids, our families, our careers, I’ve felt that you understand my predicament more than the others. And maybe , at some level, I understand yours too. Like I said before, we do have a lot in common.

And I’m going to miss you like crazy 😦 . Simply because you are a good listener 😀 . You’ve given me a patient hearing in all my rants and always suggested options in your cool and sensible way. Love ya for that 🙂 . I know we can still get together on chat or sometimes even on the phone, but do you think it would be the same as walking towards the pantry , preparing our mugs of coffee and walking back to our desks? I guess not!!

We’ve known each other for hardly a year, and yet, I feel a strong bond with you. You get my jokes, laugh at the punch lines (though others keep wondering if they’ve missed out anything) and generally even predict my next line even before I say it . How cool is that?!! We’ve had our share of fun and also shared our troubles. And through it all, I’ve always been amazed at how you manage to keep smiling through it all…..like this time  :-

This is how I’d like to remember you always……as the woman who had the most charming smile, the one who could make heads turn without even trying, the one who is a doting mother to a five-year-old, a loving daughter to her parents and a wonderful sister. The one who manages her work and home so effortlessly, it makes me wonder where I went wrong 😐 !!

The pic below was taken on Traditional Day….for some reason, I feel we became much more closer after this day. Not sure why I felt so (and still do), but posting a snap of that day, because it keeps bringing back that memory :D.

I have no idea when we’ll meet again. I have no idea if I’ll be here in Pune when you next visit. But I do know that I cherish you as one of the best friends ever…and I’m glad that our paths crossed…albeit for a very short period, but still, it was totally worth it.

All of us here (Jo,Vi, Ch, Sn and me) will miss you awfully…… 😦

Have a safe journey sweetheart . And may your stay be fulfilling and trouble-free.

Much love to darling Riya 🙂

Your Friend.

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Dear RS,

Sweetheart, I swear to God you’ve never been subjected to an Emran Hashmi movie. Not even when you were inside mamma’s belly . I confess I did watch a movie of his once. But that was much before you were born. In fact, it was much before your mamma tied the knot with your abba!! It was a movie called Murder.It murdered all my chances of ever seeing his movies again.For which, I’m glad. Immensely.

But, I digress.

This is not about Emran Hashmi. And neither is it about your ammi or abba.

This is about you turning into a “Serial kisser”.

Did we tell you that you love kissing?? Well, apparently, it’s the only thing you love to do, other than eating cheese, that is 🙂

Just kissing someone on the cheeks when asked for, is  passé. Your latest trend now is to kiss people whenever possible. Better still, kiss wherever possible!!!

So giving in to your inner generous self, kisses are handed out on Abba’s head, mamma’s feet, big-dadi’s thigh, dada’s hand, dadi’s tummy,chachu’s nose and anywhere/everywhere on SS.

Its funny, yes, but at times it gets a wee bit embarrassing. Like,the time you know, mamma was busy talking to a few guests and you insisted on smacking her on the lips every time she opened her mouth to speak!! Or when your abba sat down for dinner with a few guests and you insisted on kissing his neck (where he’s insanely ticklish!!).

We no longer prod you to kiss anyone. You’ll kiss anyway. Is it any wonder then, that SS runs away from you every time you try drawing closer to him? I know it hurts you to see him scampering away like that, it shows in the way you draw your brows together in a delicate frown. But you cheer up instantly and give him a chase. After all, his kiss is pending with you 😀

I hate to say this darling, but other momma’s with babies younger than you, hesitate to leave their kids in your presence. Not because you are violent or bad.  It’s just because you love kissing their babies so much that taking them away from you results in you throwing the biggest tantrums ever!! And errr…ummm…the reason the kids have to be taken away is that , well, not ALL kids enjoy being smothered, if you know what I mean. Hate to be nasty here babes, but seriously, if you want to kiss them, a couple of times is fine. Clambering up on the babies and then smothering them with kisses is so not done!!

And oh, a word in from your abba. As much as he LOVES your kisses , could you refrain from kissing him in between your meals, specially when he’s leaving for work? Nothing personal, just that he usually has to change either his shirt or trousers, depending on where you’ve left food stains with your kisses. sometimes, he gets delayed. Awfully.But hey, if you do the same with mamma, its alright . She washes her own clothes anyway, plus, no one really expects mommies to be rin-ki-safedi-types all the time. We welcome stains 😀

Sweetheart, I don’t have words to describe how heart-warming your kisses are, specially when you wake your mamma from her sleep with a big smack 🙂 , or when you persistently kiss your abba’s head, hoping he’d wake up. I suspect he pretends to sleep just because he loves getting kissed by you 🙂  (I just wish you could teach your brother the technicalities of this activity, seeing that he still believes grinding his teeth and saying ‘Paah’ makes up a kiss!!). Your heart overflows with love and that is a wonderful thing. But like I said once before, could you please not kiss feet!!

Till then,

Pucker Up darling :).

From your much-kissed Mother 🙂

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…………….. am I the ONLY one who thinks Sonam Kapoor is all hype and no content?!!

…………….. am I the ONLY one who thinks that someone in the TOI office is a BIG fan of Megan Fox?!! (There must be SOME reason why she features in the papers EVERY SINGLE DAY!!!!)

…………….. am I the ONLY one who thinks that Katrina Kaif sucks at acting? That too, BIG time!!

…………….. am I the ONLY one who feels  that all the brouhaha (by several politicians) for the compensation of Bhopal gas tragedy victims is a vaudeville act at its worst? There is some macabre humour in the way everyone is falling head-over-heels, demanding the money!!

…………….. am I the ONLY one who feels that it is insanely ridiculous to claim Nikki Haley as “Indian” (now that she has bagged the republican nomination for South Carolina)?Check out this headline!! Sounds desperate , AND lame!!

…………….. am I the ONLY one who feels that Saina Nehwal got a raw deal in the media, which relegated her latest victory (the Singapore Open Super Series) to a small column somewhere in the sports section?!

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I did so much in the last 48 hours that I have trouble figuring out how I managed all of it 🙂

It was wonderful, it was tiring, it was exciting , it was irritating, it was anything and everything!!

Setting aside the suspense, here’s the weekend update :-

1) On Saturday afternoon, I met *hold your breath* blog friend SimplyPallu !! It was such a WOW!! experience. I felt as if I’ve known her forever! She’s so easy to talk to and we had such a fun time catching up on each other’s life that I totally regretted the fact that I had to get back soon 😦 . Oh P, if you’re reading this, let me tell you, I had a grand time 🙂 . Love ya sweetheart, you are SUCH a munchkin!!! (yeah, yeah, I’m ignoring that bike comment you made on me here  😀 . At least you did mention that I was ‘good’ which in turn means I didn’t crash us into anyone 🙂 ) . And yeah, I’d LOVE to get together again and like you said, we’ll wait for G to get back. Gosh!! Am so excited right now, I can barely stay still as I type this 😀 .

I just have to let you all know that you shouldn’t be deceived by that tiny profile pic of her’s on her blog. P has the MOST gorgeous hair ever. Long , lustrous and oh-so-shiny!! I could barely keep my eyes away from her hair, that is, when I could distract myself enough from her eyes 😀 . For the record, she has honey brown eyes which express the world!! I seriously regret not spending enough time with her !!

2) After the lunch with P, I went back home and made my awesome fruit-custard pudding. I call it awesome, because the people who had it here, rarely, if ever make custard. So they found my dish yummilicious. As for me, ask ANY army-kid and they’ll let you know they detest Custards from the core of their heart, simply because they’ve had it by the kilos during their Pop’s tenure. We practically grew up with a spoon of custard in our mouth, possibly our first ‘solid’ meal!! We wouldn’t touch custard with a barge-pole now!!

But the ‘civilians’ are a different matter altogether. For people who’ve been brought up on ‘halwas’ ,’gulab-jamoons’ and ‘rabdis’ all their life, custard is a welcome change. Specially, when its riddled with fruits, cake,chocolate and two different kinds of jellies. I was sincerely complimented for making something that I could do with my left hand and one eye closed 🙂 . But it feels great to bask in all those compliments. Bliss 😀

3) Me and the BF had planned on meeting up the other BFs (namely, BFS,BFC and BFG) for dinner. Alas, the MIL had invited a few close relatives for a get-together at home. So we had to cancel our plan. The guest list finally rose from 6 people to, 21 people. AND 5 kids!! Luckily, the BIL refused to let his mother and bhabhi slog in the kitchen and ordered the food from a caterer. God bless this guy. Seriously 😀 !! Once people started trooping in, it was a constant trip from one room to another, checking up on all of them, making sure they were well attended to, cooked separate food for the kids and then generally spent time making sure no damage was done to anything.

The twins had a blast, since they LOVE being around other children. Both of them were big show-offs and displayed their newly learnt tricks to anyone who bothered to look at them, even for an instance.

Anyway, it was quite a gala evening, much fun, much food,much laughter. And then everybody(barring a few) left. Wrapping up took some more time and then we all crashed out.

4) Woke up on Sunday and realized that we still had guests. The GMIL was pretty annoyed because the breakfast wasn’t ready yet (even though the guests were still asleep!!). Rushed around with the morning chores, made breakfast, served everyone, made tea, served everyone once again and then got back to the kitchen since I’d invited aapa and cousin sister L to spend the day with me.

The plan was to make Chinese Chilli Chicken . The MIL took over making the mutton curry and rice. My CCC rocked big time, with everyone falling head over heels complimenting it (except, of course, the BF. He didn’t understand what the fuss was about!! Loser!).

By the way, aapa had come with her kids, my nephew Bojo and the darling niece Simra who has the most amazing eye-lashes which curl all the way up and touch her brows. Beautiful!! The twins fell head-over-heels in love with her. Last seen, both were busy smothering the baby with kisses……almost as if they couldn’t get enough 😀

5) Post lunch, we sisters got together for a gossip marathon. I mean, its been ages since we got together and now that we did, it was such a fun time, I tell you !! We talked about clothes (OBVIOUSLY!!),jewellery, prospective grooms for cousin L and many more such trivial topics. I seriously regret not having such a get-together often!! We talked our heart out. It was getting late and though aapa has earlier mentioned that she would be leaving at 4 pm, it was 6 before she actually left the front door 🙂 . I handed cousin L some skirts that I’d bought for her and she loved them, which was a blessing, since she is awfully choosy and finicky about her clothes. At least my efforts didn’t go waste 😀

6) Once they left,  I was  busy in clearing up the room (the bed was piled with clothes from my wardrobe and had to be folded and kept back) . Then it was tea time for all and as we were sipping on it, the BF told me that he and the FIL were going on a visit to the FIL’s native village (where he was born and had spent time in his childhood). A second later he asked me if I wanted to come along too. Though I was initially reluctant (I mean, I was tired and just wanted to rest at home with the kids) the weather was just too perfect to ignore a nice drive up the hills. So we quickly got the twins ready, packed their milk and goodies and piled into the car.

It was a beautiful drive…..along the ghats, with a slight drizzle and yet , we could see the Sun burning on the horizon. Not surprisingly, we saw many rainbows on the way (I could kick myself for forgetting the camera. AGAIN!!) but the kids were so fidgety throughout , wanting to hop from the back seat to the front and then back again, that I doubt I’d have the chance to click anything. As it is, we were pretty delayed and it was dark by the time we reached the village.

I’ve never been to a proper village before and believe me, it was so quaint, so untouched , so fresh in its beauty, I was spellbound!! Maybe the rains had added to the charm of the place,but the greenery was stunning. Just traversing the narrow lanes itself felt like being transported to the past. There was no electricity, which the locals said was nothing new!! So there were little houses lit up with kerosene lamps and candles, people going about their business in the dark, totally used to it. The houses by themselves were pretty large from the outside, but given the fact that the walls were nearly 2 feet thick, most of them appeared rather cramped from the inside. The windows were the tiniest I’ve ever seen and I wondered if it was enough to let in sunlight during the day!! The BF explained that usually, around the year, it was very hot and the small windows and thick walls made sure that the room was much cooler inside (no fans, remember?!). Whatever the case, it was beautiful. I loved it. Even asked the FIL if there was a possibility of us making a nice little house for ourselves here, you know, something to get away from the city when we felt like it. Luckily, the MIL supported my thought eventually, while driving back, we ended up discussing on how and where we should invest in the village. I seriously hope things work out and we find something. I would LOVE to have my kids in touch with nature, where cows and buffaloes roam the roads, where there are fields as far as the eye could see, little hillocks to clamber over and lots and lots of trees everywhere.What fun that would be 😀 !!!

7) Came back home, and prepared dinner (rather , warmed up stuff we’d made earlier that day 🙂 ). Then while the MIL and FIL took the twins to their room to sleep, I sat down to write the Father’s day tribute that was clouding my head for the last few days. There was so much more to write, but I was feeling tired and sleepy and I could kick myself for not taking out the time to write it earlier (I’d be rather sore if I could actually kick myself each time I goofed up!!). Anyhow, once the post was published, I shut down and went to get the kids from the parent’s room. MIL accompanied me with SS while I carried RS back to my room. And for some unknown reason, we all got chatting again. I mean, the BF, me , MIL and BIL talked till 1 am in the night. And we broke up only when the FIL came in and enquired why we were all up and not in bed yet.

That was all folks. The weekend was hectic. Awfully so. But I don’t remember the last time it was hectic AND enjoyable!! The twins are on their good behavior these days (except SS who insists on throwing stuff out of the windows or terrace).

For now, life is good. Allah is being kind and I can’t thank him enough  .


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Dear Dad,

Remember this scene?

A man comes back home after two years of field posting to a loving family. He is tired and maybe just wants  to rest his head for a while. But the four kids are just too excited to see their dad and refuse to give him privacy for even a few minutes. The boy starts yapping about the latest sports at school, the eldest starts ranting about all things wrong with the world, the third one clambers on his arms and refuses to let go while the youngest demands to know what all edible goodies the pater has brought back with him (such a glutton, I tell you!!).
The wife stands by patiently, waiting for her turn, a chance to look at her husband and let him read the pain of parting which she bore. He doesn’t get the chance. The children are too demanding, too hungry for his attention to care if he’s tired,too young to realize that he too is eager to  let his wife know that the parting was equally hard for him.

And then, the kids demand to be swung.Their favorite game with their daddy, where he holds his hands behind his head and two kids hang on to each arm. Then he swings his body from side to side and the kids sway. By the way, I use the term kids rather loosely here. The eldest at that time was 14 years old, the youngest, 7.It was immense fun. The kids loved having their dad around.

You dad, the father, never let out that you were tired. That you had traveled non-stop for the last three days from some remote border in Arunachal Pradesh till Bangalore. Maybe you were equally charged up on seeing your family. As kids, I never realized this, but when I look back now, I can only marvel at the strength of this man, who is my father.When we were kids, you were our He-Man and the Master of Our Universe!!

Though you were away most of the time when we were kids, you more or less made up for all the lost time.

While other parents were busy buying Barbie stuff for their daughters, you bought us encyclopedias.The brother had his share of cricket bats,hockey stick and TT paddles.You taught us to play badminton (I still remember the surge of love I felt when I saw those rackets for the first time in my life!! And for the record, we still have those very same rackets at home 🙂 ).
You taught us to swim, bought us bicycles and supervised while we fell off a zillion times.

But the best thing you did, was to instill the love of books, the love of reading, in us.
I had a library subscription when I was 7-8 years old. I remember trotting with brother to a small private library and choosing a picture book for reading (English was still new to  me and I found Noddy a pretty easy read).Eventually we graduated to Chacha Chowdary, Archies, Tinkle (its a shame they stopped publishing this most-appropriate-for-teens magazine!!), Nancy Drew and the like.

You made sure that everywhere we went, we had a library subscription. Mom was skeptical, wondering if our love for novels/comics would deter us away from our text books. But it was the other way round. The books built up our vocabulary and it was easier for us to understand our text books. For a long time, me and my siblings were toppers in English in our respective classes. It felt good, but back then, we never gave you credit for it.

And now looking back, I can’t thank you enough!
It wasn’t just for giving us the best of two worlds, the world of the defense forces, the privileged life where swimming pools, dance parties and sports extravaganzas are a way of life. And the second world, where we were rooted firmly to the ground,where we were punished for leaving leftovers on our plates,where switching off lights and fans while leaving a room were not just rules, they were COMMANDMENTS!!

We didn’t get pocket-money, but we learnt to understand the difference between ‘price’ and ‘value’. We learnt impeccable manners, we learnt to respect our elders and never retort back, we learnt to share and care and to take out time for those less privileged than us. You never cared whether our friends were children of your colleagues or the offspring of clerks or gardeners. I know a lot of your colleagues didn’t like their children mingling with people ‘lower’ than them in rank. But you kept us firmly grounded. You encouraged us to help others, by being a role model yourself.

And that brings me to say a few words of your generosity.I felt many times, and still do, that your generosity amounts to a fault, more of a vice than a virtue. You’ve never given a second thought to demands by many relatives,many of whom live off you like  parasites off a tree. In that perspective, you are a tree. A large, green tree, like a Banyan, that spreads its roots far from the trunk,covering a vast expanse in its shade.You’ve taken so many people in your fold that I’m sure even you have lost count 🙂 .

You know we keep complaining about it till date,but it doesn’t take away the truth that we will never be able to measure up to your standards. We don’t have it in us to support families other than our own, and by support, you know what I mean. You’ve provided for people’s education,marriage,deliveries and then their children’s education, marriages and deliveries and so on. All along, we can only wonder at your deep sense of commitment and responsibility. Alas, we will never be able to come anywhere close 😦 .

It never ceases to amaze us that you still make out time to perform a zillion other activities when you are not already busy with your supporting. You get up early, play golf, work full time, socialize  and in between, also take the time to pen a hundred mails. You caught on to the web like fish to water and I’m glad to say,you are technically much ahead than your counterparts. I’m SO proud of you 😀 .

Dad, there are so many things I’d like to say, so many emotions I’d like to express, but I lack the talent to use words like you do.

But I’d like to thank you for one thing the most.

That, in spite of me being the youngest, the most pampered and spoilt of the lot, you treated me like an adult at the right time. You trusted my judgement and also confessed you considered me responsible enough. For that, I’ll be eternally grateful. I could never take that vital step in my life if I didn’t have your blessings. And I’m glad that you have not only accepted my choices, but also welcomed them with open arms. You are truly generous to a fault 🙂

I know I don’t call often enough or write mails that frequently, but since its Father’s Day today, I’d just like to say, Dad , you are Better than the Best. And the Best don’t matter. They can never match up to you 🙂

Love ya P.



Edited to Add :-

After I went through this post a second time, I realized that I’ve written so little about you, as a person!! I’m yet to write about your addiction-like-love for tea, your secret love for good movies, your awful pampering of your grand-kids, your creepy skill with a gun, your gallantry decoration (the Sena Medal), your restless mind which refuses to let you rest , your keeness to learn new technology and keep yourself at par with us and many more other things.

Dad, you’re going to feature a lot on my blog and I’m glad I have one topic on whom I can write forever. Love ya loads, Pops.

 🙂 .

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Drat that Bag!!!



Dear Miss I-wont-Let-Go-Of-My-Bag,

There are a few things I’d like to bring to your attention first –

1) Its been raining here for the last few days. Note that. Its going to rain here everyday. They call it the Monsoon.

2) There is something called as a ‘dicky’ or storage space in your scooterette.

3) There is also a possibility of something called as a goods-hook under your seat (above the footrest) or maybe under the bike’s dashboard.

4) Read the newspapers. There are cases of bag-snatching incidents practically everyday.

And now, to the real purpose of  this message –

1) It’s not funny when you are driving at high-speed and your bag’s strap slips down your shoulder. I know you manage to put it back, but not without much zigzagging at high-speed and enough to scare  the wits off the riders behind you.

2) If the bag is so precious that you pull it towards the front and then hunker down over it to prevent it from getting wet, in the bargain, making sure that you pay very little attention to the people driving in front and around you, I suggest you make use of the area under you. Of course I mean the dicky and NOT the expanse of your posterior!!

3) If the bag is bigger than you (which seems to be the normal case these days. Whats it with treating oneself as menial labourers!! I’ve seen awfully petite women lugging the biggest, ugliest monstrosities!!) and you have difficulty in maintaining your balance, do a favour. Put down the bag on the footrest. Believe me, your designer bag is not more expensive than your life!!

4) If you are busy driving on a lonely road, and someone snatches at your handbag, what exactly do you intend to do? Do you intend to die saving your bag or maybe get jerked badly enough to crash anyway and lose your bag? Either way, how would you benefit?? I’m rather curious to know!!

I seriously hope that this slinging-bag-on-shoulder-while-driving is just a trend and wouldn’t last long!! I mean, your  fashion-street bag may be as precious to you as diamonds…but definitely not when it threatens my life, which you do when you apply sudden brakes or swerve suddenly, just so that your bag doesn’t slip off your non-existent shoulder!!

On that note, I hope you and I are on the same bag. I mean, page. Of course!!

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