Archive for January, 2011

……..they do so in a rush, barely giving us time to get  hold of what’s happening!!

Last Thursday (20th Jan),  I bickered at lunch, about how the GMIL and I just don’t get along, the way she’s always finding fault with what I do, the way I’m at my wit’s end in her presence and so on and so forth. For a wild minute I even had a thought that for a woman who’s nearing the end of her time, GMIL should be less concerned about what bhaaji I make for the day and instead, focus more on her prayers. I was really, really ticked off with her (had a mild altercation with her the previous evening) and I’m sure some of that negativity flowed her way 😦

What else could explain the surprising way she fell ill that very night?

GMIL was coughing throughout the night and no amount of cough syrup could give her relief. The next morning, she came down with a very high temperate. But being adamant (as she always is), she refused to come along and visit a doctor. I fed her breakfast and gave her a crocin, which at least brought down the fever. MIL had left early for school. She came back around 1:30 after which I left for work.

The feeling of guilt wouldn’t leave me though. I had that niggling sense of guilt that somehow, I was responsible for her ill-health. But then work overtook my mind and by the time I reached home, it was nearly 9pm.

Little did I know that there was another calamity awaiting us !

It so happened, GMIL’s fever had worsened, so the MIL insisted that she visit a doctor (who’s in the next building). FIL took the granny along, they met the doctor who prescribed the medication and just while leaving the clinic, the GMIL fell down. Though she claimed later that she fell lightly, it was enough to incapacitate her. The FIL called up MIL who immediately sent the boys from our building to bring GMIL back. They sat her on a chair and lifted her back home. Here, the MIL had set up a bed for the GMIL and the boys and FIL lifted GMIL on to it. The neighbours came in to check if they could help in any way. the GMIL was in a lot of pain and could barely talk.

Here, I must confess, the FIL took a wrong decision, but it wasn’t entirely his fault. Going by what the GMIL said, we assumed she had sprained her leg and needed rest. We applied cold compress to her thigh and wrist (which had borne the brunt of the fall). We made her as comfortable as possible. But it was clear that she needed medical attention.

The next morning, being a Saturday, I went to the nearby orthopaedic hospital to make enquiries. Now seriously, I don’t understand this thing about private hospitals. It being an orthopaedic speciality hospital, this is what those guys said :-

Me : I’ve come to enquire about the doctor. Our granny has taken a bad fall, could the doctor come for house-visit?

Reception Guys (a girl and a man) : We’re sorry, the doctor does not do house visits. Please get the patient to the hospital.

Me : the patient is an 80 year woman who has hurt her leg and is in no condition to move.

RG : Thats ok. You manage to get her here, then we’ll take over.

Me : Don’t you have an ambulance or something which you could send over?

RG : Where do you stay?

me : a couple of blocks away.

RG : We are sorry. You get her till the elevator, then we’ll get a wheel chair for her.

me : What if you send the wheel chair till the house?

RG : Sorry, we can’t do that. You have to bring the patient till here.

Me : I guess i need to talk to the doctor. Please give me his number

RG : sorry, we can’t give you his number. You can talk to the assistant doctor on duty.

So the AD is called who asks the sake set of question the RG guys did.

ME : It would help if  you could at least send the wheelchair along.

AD : Sorry. we cant do that. You bring the patient here. Then we’ll do all that is required.

me : I’m sorry if i didn’t emphasize before, but you see, the patient can’t move.

AD : We’re sorry then. You have to bring the patient here, else we can’t do anything.


An orthopaedic speciality hospital arguing that a bed-ridden senior citizen with a possible fracture be brought to their doorstep if she wants treatment!! Outrageous.

I was so mad, I stomped out. Went home and narrated the incident to the BF. He was equally shocked and disgusted. So he called the FIL and they made arrangements to admit the GMIL in another hospital. We arranged for the ambulance to come to our place in the evening. The MIL was to escort the granny along with the BF, but she was very upset and so I agreed to go along with the granny and BF.

The ambulance guys were very efficient. They transferred the GMIL onto a stretcher and then went down the stairs to the waiting ambulance. They were so quick and skilled, GMIL didn’t feel any extra pain. Me and the BF piled in at the back, the siren was switched on and we were on our way.

Now this was my first time inside a screaming ambulance. GMIL’s case wasn’t critical, but I could only shudder in disbelief when I saw the callous attitude of motorists and bikers on the road! It was more important for them to overtake the ambulance than to give way! For patients who are seriously injured and for whom every second counts, I can only send a silent prayer !

It took us about another 3 hours to get the granny admitted. She had to undergo a few blood tests, X-rays and scans.  Thankfully, the FIL and BIL also reached the hospital and between the four of us, we managed the running around, escorting granny, assisting with the X-rays and all those other little things one has to do at a hospital. The X-ray showed that the poor lady had suffered one big fracture and two minor ones on her hip-joint. This made the FIL and the BF all the more upset that they didn’t take her tot he doctor right after her fall!!   The doctor’s suggested operating on the fracture – placing metal plates to keep the broken bones together – only after they are confident that she doesn’t already suffer from any other ailment.

By the time we reached her room and settled her in, it was almost 10:30 pm. The MIL had the presence of mind to pack dinner for granny and I fed her some of it. She was in pain and reluctant to eat, but I managed to convince her for a few more morsels. We waited for the nurses to complete their procedures (set up the IV, inject medicines,etc). Once they were done, the BIL insisted on staying back for the night. Me and the BF bid goodnight to the granny and came back home.

And since then, till today, we are in a continuous spin between home, office and hospital. The MIL has taken a leave for the entire week and next. I took a couple of days off, the BF and the FIL did the same. We’ve been taking turns being besides the granny during the day and night, as well as being home for the twins. Its been hectic, I agree, but since everyone is chipping in, we don’t feel the brunt. The twins have been asking for their dearest Big-dadi and we took them to see the GMIL twice this week. I swear, the old lady’s face lights up a million watts the minute she lays her eyes on these brats 😀 . It helps when the kiddos ask of their big-dadi, “jaldi ghar aao”. She’d have flown in if she had wings 😉

For the concerned people out there, the GMIL is doing well. The operation was successful (mA). There’s this amusing thing that happened. The GMIL’s operation was scheduled for the 25th of Jan. Most of Sunday was spent in awaiting the test results. When the reports came in, the doctors were shocked that they had a 80-year-old woman on their hands who did not suffer from BP, or diabetes, or heart ailment or any other illness. Her haemoglobin was at a rich 13.5 and she was the proud owner of all her original teeth 🙂 . The operation was rescheduled to Monday, 24th Jan 🙂

I guess, in all this, the only casualty is this blog, which I haven’t updated in ages. Even this post has been typed in a hurry 🙂 . Things are a wee hectic folks (including, at work). This week has passed by so fast, it’s already Friday!!

Anyhow, here’s hoping you send in your prayers and good wishes to the old lady. Though we don’t really set the house on fire, I MUST admit, she makes life at home rather interesting 😀

(and seriously, without her, the house is just too silent and boring 😦 )


Will post more when I get some break . I promise 🙂

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Shobby says …….

Two quick conversation gems from Shobs :-

1) Lui is throwing a tantrum just before I leave for office. She wants to accompany me and made sure she made all the noise she could. I walked to my bedroom and told her that I wasn’t going anywhere. Lui just bawled and repeated that she wanted to go to office, irrespective of whether I wanted to go or not 🙄

Shobs was following this little drama . He was observing my exchange with Lui seriously. At one point, I turned to him and said, “Shobs, Lui ro rahi hai. Please tell her ‘nai ro’ “.

So Shobs walks up to Lui , peers at her closely , clucks loudly and claims, “Ankhi mein paani nai hai”.


Me : “Woh ro rahi hai beta. Usko bolo  nai ro!”.

Shobs : Aash-ashu nahi ro rahi hai.


One had to cry with tears to be genuine, right 😉

2) The BF was getting ready to leave. I remembered to ask him to buy a hot-water-bottle for the GMIL (who’s been rather ill lately). He said he would get it immediately and set his lap-top bag aside to go and do the needful.

Meanwhile, Shobs comes up to me.

Shobs : Mummaa….Abu kaaaan hai? Abu opich gaye?

Me : No babes. Woh neeche gaye hain. Abhi ayenge. Woh dekho Abu ka bag (pointing to the lap-top bag).

Shobs : (with the most woeful expression on his face) Maine Abu ko bye nai bola!!

Me :  (Grabbing my son with both hands) Aww baby!! You’ll get your chance soon. I promise .


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Hiya folks. Guess what?!!

Am back again. Not that you were eagerly awaiting my return, but still, I’m all chirpy and peppy today, so I won’t notice the meagre crowd flocking to this blog 🙂

There’s LOADS to update from the MomOfRS household and before it all gets washed away from my memory, I’m putting it down here.

Didn’t I mention before that the kids have started talking?
Well, I take that back now. They don’t talk anymore 😦

They jabber non-stop, at times making it awfully difficult to fathom what they intend to say!!

Apart from the speech, there is a distinct change in attitude, a certain way of behaving, retaliating,arguing!! We’ve been having a tough time answering the questions since they know how to ask ‘why’ but cannot understand the ‘because’.  I’m also having a tough time instilling proper grammar and a little tameez. It’s an uphill task in a household, where the rustic GMIL has never used the ‘aap’ word before. She uses only ‘Tu’ or ‘Tum’!! The nanny too uses the same terms.The kids have picked it up pretty well and they usually ask me stuff like, “Tu office jaata“, to which I have to correct them and ask them to repeat,”Aap office jaate“. Though they repeat after me every time, their usual instinct is for ‘tu’. I hate that term and it irks me to no end when the kids use it. But then, I would have to change the way everyone at home speaks and that is not an easy thing 😦

Anyhow, here are a few samplers of how these two converse :-

1) Lui pulled out a steel container from the kitchen and brought it out in the drawing room where I was chatting with the BF and MIL. Shobs pounced on it the minute he saw it, but wily Lui managed to hang on to the box.

Shobs : mujhe de
Lui : Nai!! Mera hai

Shobs looks at us for help, but the BF has warned me that Shobs never holds his own against Lui and its time he learnt to fight his own battles. So we just watched how the situation would work out.

Shobs tried to grab at the vessel again, but Lui snatched it away and glared at Shobs menacingly. Shobby, being a gentle soul at heart, gave up the fight. This disappointed us a bit and we went back to our prior discussions. Lui, in order to gain attention, dropped the vessel on the floor. The BF immediately reprimanded her for it.

Lui : Thoby ne giraya.

Then turning to Shobs, this cunning girl says, “Thoby,dabba kai-ko giraya” ? (I swear I have NO hand to play in the ‘kai-ko’ part 😐 )

Shobs replies defiantly, “Maine nai giraya“.

Lui raises an admonishing finger at her brother, “Nai girao dabba, Thoby“. Then she looks at her father for approval!!
The BF is caught between the urge to shake her for her smugness and admiration for the scheming monster that is her 😀

2) One day, I was playing with the kids at home. I threw the ball to the other end of the room and asked the kids to fetch it (hey!! no pet-training accusations please !!) In her hurry to rush before Shobs, Lui shoves at her brother and reaches the ball first. Little Shobs is so annoyed at her behavior that he marches up to her and yells,”Luiyyya!! Mujhe dhakka maara!!” . Lui is stunned into silence to see her mostly obliging and meek brother turn into this indignant fierce person!! Way to go Shobs, I yelled 😀

3) Last weekend, the BF was lazing at home(recuperating is more like it, since he was bed-ridden for AGES!!). His back hurt, so he asked me to pummel his back a bit. I obliged and started hitting him with my fists. Shreiking like a banshee, Lui charged across the room and yelled at me to stop. “Nai maaro mere abba ko. Nai maaro!!”. She glared at me angrily. I ignored her and continued the beating 😀

Shobs was enjoying the scene and kept goading me,”Aur maaro, mummy, aur maaro“.

NAI MAARO!!” yelled the girl and spread herself on top of her father, her tiny face contorted with anger.
The BF, was super-gleed as his ickle daughter came to his ‘rescue’. He’s been calling her his little warrior ever since 🙄

4) I was busy ironing my clothes one morning. The twins had just woken up and were still lazing around on the bed. Lui started coughing shortly.
Lui : Mamma…mujhe khud-khud aaya.
Shobs : Mamma….Lui ko kha-chi aati?
Me : yes baby.
Lui : Thoby, mujhe-ko kha-chi aati. Mujhe-ko dava do.
Shobs : Kha-chi aati?
Lui : Haaa-aaan.Thoby.Bhaiyya.Mujhe-ko davva do.
Shobs : Mamma…Lui ko kha-chi aati.Lui ko dava do.
Me : Yes of course. If you hadn’t told me, I would’ve never known!!

5) Shobs had just had his early morning milk and pooped in his diaper (Poop training is on hold for winters). The MIL entered the room with a bright multicoloured floor-mat.
MIL : Look what I got here?? A lovely mat for my sweethearts!
So saying,the MIL spread the mat on the bed. Lui immediately hopped over and sat cross-legged on the mat.
Lui : Thoby, aaja. Iddar baith.
Shobs didn’t reply. Neither did he move.
MIL : Kya hua Shobs? Why don’t you sit on the mat?
Shobs : Maine shi-shi kiya. Da-per mein. Abhi nai baith-ta. Kal baith-ta.
Needless to say, the MIL was smitten by Shobby’s sensibilities 😀

6) I had another one of my altercation with Lui one night. Since the time she started talking, she’s been one demanding child. Totally willful and stubborn, she refuses to listen to anyone else and only wants things done her way. I know we both are going to have many upheavals as she grows up and I’m mentally trying to prepare myself for it. Anyway, so she was in one of her moods when she didn’t want to wear her diaper or her pyjamas. She kicked wildly when I tried to pull up the pyjama and that was it. I snapped at her and told her that I wont be talking to her for the rest of the day (this was around 11:45 pm).So saying, I switched off the light and went off to sleep, leaving the miss to do whatever she wants. After about half an hour, she sidled up to me. She creeped up closer and kissed my cheek. Instinct took over and I kissed back.

Lui : Kai-ko puppy diya? Kai-ko?
Me : Huh?? kyunki aapne diye.

Lui kissed me again. I kissed her back.

Lui : arrey!!! Kai-ko puppy diya?? Nai do.
Me : Huh? Okay.

So she kissed me one more and then settled herself next to me. Within minutes, she was fast asleep. Seeing her sleeping, I took a chance and quickly tried to put on her diaper again.

Lui : Arrey!! Diaper kaiko dali? Nikalo. Abhi!!!
The girl wasn’t asleep after all 😦

So I pulled it out and waited for her to drift off again. Thrice that night, I woke up to put on her diaper and all the three times, she woke up and insisted on removing it (Note: NEVER buy Mamy-Poko pull-up diapers for wilful kids.They are very easy to get rid of).


I gave up the fight. And slept 🙂

Luckily, there were no accidents in the night and somewhere around 6am the next morning, I put on her diaper and pyjamas. Luckily, this time, she slept through it 🙂

7) Lui is more possessive about her stuff than Shobby. My little boy doesn’t bother even if Lui takes away all his stuff. But Lui is far away from being generous with him.

One such time, the nanny had pulled on a red pyjama on Shobs after his bath. Now, I usually buy gender-free clothes for the two and we don’t mind who wears what. This red pyjama was worn by both for a pretty long time. But suddenly, Lui realized that she liked it better and didn’t appreciate the thought of Shobs wearing it.

Lui : Nikalo mummy. Mera pant hai woh. Nikalo.

Me : Its ok dear. Just today, let your brother wear it. Aaj ek din. Bas.

Lui : Naaaiiiii..Mera hai woh. Usa-ko nai do.

And then she proceeded to throw a royal tantrum, throwing herself on the floor and kicking her arms and legs and wailing for the pyjama. I didn’t want to give in to her demands (unreasonable as they were) and kept quiet.

Shobs watched the proceedings for a while and then suddenly, without warning, went up to Lui, removed his pyjama and threw it on Lui’s face.

Le teri pant“, he said quietly.

We were shocked!! Lui was stunned! She just looked on meekly as Shobs walked out of the room with his head held high and bums shining bright!


8) The twins are grasping words very fast, but that doesn’t mean they are able to say it equally well. Lui has a slight lisp and tends to talk fast. So words like “Kapde” come out like “tapade”. Shobs talks slowly, succinctly. But at times, he is so slow, we call him slow-motion. Because he says stuff like this :-” Mumma….Mujha – ko…. Cha…ma…ch do“. Or, “Yeh ka- cha- la hai?”


I guess the best part about the speech is the bridging of the communication gap between us and the kids. At least now, if their tummies ache, they can tell us, instead of the old times when they cried non-stop and we were left with wringing our hands , wondering what possibly could be wrong!!

These are good times indeed 🙂


I guess if I continue to go on, I won’t get any work done today. Lets keep some updates for tomorrow or the day after.

By the way, it feels great to be back  🙂

Missed you all!!

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Monday Laughs :)

Working for the client that I do, can’t help but feel that these days I am gravitating towards farm jokes 🙂

How else can I explain the stock of farm-jokes I’ve been collecting lately?!

And yeah, since I’m feeling generous, am posting more than a few 🙂


Rancher JohnFarmer Jokes

Old ranch owner John farmed a small ranch in Montana.  The Montana Wage and Hour Department claimed he was not paying proper wages to his workers and sent an agent out to interview him.

‘I need a list of your employees and how much you pay them,’ demanded the agent.

‘Well,’ replied old John, ‘There’s my ranch hand who’s been with me for 3 years. I pay him $600 a week plus free room and board. The cook has been here for 18 months, and I pay her $500 a week plus free room and board. Then there’s the half-wit who works about 18 hours every day and does about 90% of all the work around here. He makes about $10 per week, pays his own room and board and I buy him a bottle of bourbon every Saturday night.’

‘That’s the guy I want to talk to, the half-wit,’ says the agent.

‘That would be me,’ replied old rancher John.


Have You Heard This One?

Yokel joke

Two west country yokels were on the train heading homewards through Somerset, England when one of them noticed some cows.

‘What a lovely bunch of cows.’ he remarked.
‘Not a bunch, herd,’ his mate replied.

‘Heard of what?’
‘Herd of cows.’

‘Of course I’ve heard of cows.’

‘No, a cow herd.’

‘What do I care what a cow heard.  I have no secrets to keep from a cow.’

(Okay….you can officially kill me for this 😀 )


Settling a cow case

A big-city lawyer was representing the railroad in a lawsuit filed by an old rancher. The rancher’s prize bull was missing from the section through which the railroad passed. The rancher only wanted to be paid the fair value of the bull.

The case was scheduled to be tried before the justice of the peace in the back room of the general store.

The attorney for the railroad immediately cornered the rancher and tried to get him to settle out of court. The lawyer did his best selling job, and finally the rancher agreed to take half of what he was asking.

After the rancher had signed the release and took the check, the young lawyer couldn’t resist gloating a little over his success, telling the rancher, “You know, I hate to tell you this, old man, but I put one over on you in there. I couldn’t have won the case. The engineer was asleep and the fireman was in the caboose when the train went through your ranch that morning. I didn’t have one witness to put on the stand. I bluffed you!”

The old rancher replied, “Well, I’ll tell you, young feller, I was a little worried about winning that case myself, because that durned bull came home this morning.”


Winning Nobel prize

A man is driving down a country road, when he spots a farmer standing in the middle of a huge field of grass. He pulls the car over to the side of the road and notices that the farmer is just standing there, doing nothing, looking at nothing.

The man gets out of the car, walks all the way out to the farmer and asks him, “Ah excuse me mister, but what are you doing?”

The farmer replies, “I’m trying to win a Nobel Prize.”

“How?” asks the man, puzzled.

“Well, I heard they give the Nobel Prize . . . to people who are out standing in their field.”

(stab, stab, stab!!!)


Amazing talking cow

A man’s car stalled on a country road one morning. When the man got out to fix it, a cow came along and stopped beside him. “Your trouble is probably in the carburetor,” said the cow.

Startled, the man jumped back and ran down the road until he met a farmer. The amazed man told the farmer his story.

“Was it a large red cow with a brown spot over the right eye?” asked the farmer. “Yes, yes,” the man replied.

“Oh! I wouldn’t listen to Bessie,” said the farmer. “She doesn’t know a thing about cars.”

And I guess I better stop here 🙂

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It is that time of the month….

……..when I exceed my permitted net usage limit and have to forego blogging.

(Hah!! Got you there, didn’t I?!! I bet you thought something else 😉 )

Anyhow, will be on a short break (maybe a couple of days) . Shall try posting something over the weekends , if the kids permit 😀 .

Till then, here’s a witty one-liner to laugh at :-

The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it’s still on the list.
Wrong one 🙂 .
I meant, this one :-
I saw a woman wearing a sweat shirt with “Guess” on it…so I said “Implants?”


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Monday Laughs :)

Male or Female

From the Washington Post Style Invitation, in which it was postulated that English should have male and female nouns, and readers were asked to assign a gender to nouns of their choice and explain their reason :-

The best submissions:

SWISS ARMY KNIFE: Male, because even though it appears useful for a wide variety of work, it spends most of its time just opening bottles.

KIDNEYS: Female, because they always go to the bathroom in pairs.

TIRE: Male, because it goes bald and often is over-inflated.

HOT AIR BALLOON: Male, because to get it to go anywhere you have to light a fire under it… and, of course, there’s the hot air part.

SPONGES: Female, because they are soft and squeezable and retain water.

MAGIC 8 BALL: Male, because it gives monosyllabic answers that usually
indicate it did not pay attention to your question.

WEB PAGE: Female, because it is always getting hit on.

SHOE: Male, because it is usually unpolished, with its tongue hanging out.

ZIPLOC BAGS: Male, because they hold everything in, but you can always see right through them.

SUBWAY: Male, because it uses the same old lines to pick people up.

HOURGLASS: Female, because over time, the weight shifts to the bottom.

HAMMER: Male, because it hasn’t evolved much over the last 5,000 years, but it’s handy to have around.

REMOTE CONTROL: Female…Ha!…you thought I’d say male. But consider, it gives a man pleasure, he’d be lost without it, and while he doesn’t always know the right buttons to push, he keeps trying.

CRITIC: Female, What, this needs to be explained?


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I stay with my in-laws.

Which is not at all a bad thing. I like their presence and am grateful that I have their complete support and cooperation in bringing up the twins. If not for them, I would have yanked off all the hair on my head and run away from home. Thankfully, that is not the case. I’m still sane (Ameen 😀 ) .

But when I hear of friends setting up elaborate romantic dinners at home, or taking off to new places on a whim, or just talking about hanging around the house in their pyjamas, I feel the slightest twinge of regret. Or maybe guilt!

There must be a thousand such dinners that I must have planned, all in my head. Their execution is yet to see the light of day. Or night, as the case may be. In my 4-years of married life, I think there have been only 2 instances of me being with the BF at home, all alone. Two instances out of which, one was rudely cut-off when the in-laws decided to come back home 😀 (We were lucky not to be caught being naughty 😉  but the mood was killed even before it got underway 😀 ) . For the second, the BF was supposed to be out of town, but came down with a fever and was advised bed-rest. The dutiful wife in me spent the day in pati-seva!!

My in-laws are very understanding, compared to most conservative muslim households. It is my FIL who encourages me to pursue certifications to further my career (what career?! What certification?! I ask!! I’m lucky to be still employed 😀 ) . My MIL holds the fort whenever I’m getting late and doesn’t mind running after the twins, even if she returns drop-dead tired from her school. The GMIL has undertaken the responsibility of the twins in the absence of me and MIL and for that reason alone, I’m eternally grateful to her. If not for her, either me or the MIL would have to quit our jobs!!

But there are times when I want to be alone with my husband. To rustle up a romantic dinner set to soft music and candle-light. To talk uninhibited or loudly, without a care as to whom I will disturb, to wear what I want to and not just what I should. To be able to feed the kids, not bothering if they mess up the entire setting or to sing them silly songs and laugh as loud as I want to.

No one has ever stopped me from doing any of the above. I’m not sure if they would mind.  I know that if I did the same at my place, my parents wouldn’t mind. Heck, they wouldn’t even if my Bhabhi did all of the above.

But I know that BF sees his parents differently. He treats his parents with much deference and if he feels they wouldn’t like it, I don’t question him. So I guess what I’m doing right now is spinning a whole lot of yarn trying to cover up my rant against the BF 😀 . It would seem like that, I guess (at least to me when I re-read all the text above ).

I don’t have any complaints against the BF. It sure was surprising initially, when I found out that my very bubbly, mischievous husband had a serious, responsible persona at home. I thought it would be a temporary change. Maybe he was shy around his family. A love-marriage can make a person behave very differently indeed.

I was wrong. All these years (before marriage), I had seen only one side of him.

I see the bubbly side of him only when we are out together (rarely) or when I go home to my parents (even rarer). But at that time, it feels just like how it used to be. The way I knew my BF before we got married. But for some strange reason, he can’t be the same at home, in the presence of his family. Irks me to no end, but then, its his family and I’m no one to decide how he should behave with them !!

They are as much his support system as I am. They have as much a right over him as I do. They are used to seeing him in a different way and I don’t want it to ever change because of me. When I casually mentioned the BF’s behavior to the MIL (after my marriage), she was surprised. According to her, he was always like that. Shy and reserved.

SHY?? Reserved??

Are we talking about the same guy here? I wanted to ask her. But thought it better not to 😀 .

And so it stands. I live with a guy who has two different personalities. I revel at the way his family looks up to him, taking his decisions as the final say. I preen when not only the immediate family, but also, the relatives turn to him for help and guidance. I feel so proud of him when I hear even far-off relatives praising him to no end (including mine 😀 ) .

But I miss him. The one I knew. The one who’s always smiling and is always ready with a witty quip. The one who can make me laugh so hard as no one has ever before. The one who’s a child at heart whom I love to pamper. The one with whom there is never a dull moment.

I miss those times. And he knows it. And that’s the sad irony of it all.

Its only times like these that I wonder how life would be if I were living alone with him.

And then reality strikes hard and I realize, I’m a horrid home-maker. I count my lucky stars because my in-laws look into the daily matters of groceries and stuff. I never have to bother 😀 . Other than making breakfast, I doubt I contribute to the house in any way!! The MIL and FIL share all the work between them (and I should let you know that running a household of eight people isn’t all that easy!!) .

So I’m right where I started. I can’t live without my in-laws 🙂 .  Looks like I’ll just grin and bear the BF’s serious spell.

Romantic dinners can wait. For now .


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