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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Dont judge a book….

…you know the rest 🙂

Kind of apt for a situation I encountered recently.

One thing I abhor about Pune is the tendency of consuming tobacco. I see kids as young as 10-12 years old chomping on it. Travelling in the city’s public transport is hell not only because of the stench emanating from the jaws of more than half the bus crowd, but also because you need to prevent yourself from the splatter when the chewers decide that its time for them to spit out the goop from their mouths. Yuck!!

Its worse when you are an innocent pedestrian walking happily along and someone in the bus decides to spit right at you. By the time you come out of the shock, the bus is already far away and as it is, you have no idea who the culprit was!

The spitters are not relegated to the buses alone. They can be found in all shapes and sizes and in all types of transport. People spit from their bikes, bicycles, cars and rickshaws.

Just yesterday, I was heading towards home when a car overtook me. It was a Skoda Octavia. As I was admiring the car, the rear-window rolled down, a lady peeped out , saw me (who was almost besides her window) and spat noisily.

I had a minor accident trying to control my bike as I tried to avoid the splatter. By the time I could gain control and yell back, the car had sped away. I was fuming and besides myself with rage. Just then, a bike passed by with three guys astride. They looked like construction labourers, going by the yellow hats in their hands and the cement coated boots.

A short distance ahead, the guy driving the bike, turned his head and spat out loudly. I almost drove into the goop !! Braking hard, I saved myself in time. By this time, I was ready to scream at that guy.

But there was surprise in store for me. The bike-guy stopped his bike, asked his friends to get off and came to me and said, “Sorry, haan!”

That one gesture was enough to dissolve my anger.

I must have raved about bad manners and how the uneducated lot is the worst and all that jazz. But I was wrong. Manners have nothing to do with education. Sometimes, even the college topper will not shy away from throwing an empty chips packet on the road or stubbing out a cigarette butt with his feet and leaving it there.

But a gesture of polite apology from a labourer was the last thing I expected 🙂

I guess it just takes all kinds to make this world.

A pity there are so few of the better ones 😦

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The last few weeks have been so hectic that I didn’t get a chance to put down the AMAZING developments taking place with my kids. These two are really blowing us away with their antics, to the extent that we barely get a chance to recuperate from one shock when we are bombarded with the next!!

 And I really HAVE to put it all down before old-age attacks and I err……forget !

Check these out :-

1) I get back home one day, all tired and exhausted. Little Shobs greets me at the door, fetches my chappals and takes over my lunchbox (he likes to carry it till the kitchen 🙂 ).

While I’m dragging myself to the bedroom, Shobby hops along besides me, singing, “Dabangg, dabangg, dabangg….”.

Wait an effing minute!!!!


My son??


Goodness’ sake!! When did this happen?? Where did he hear the song?? Given that we never play songs on the radio OR the TV, I was stunned to hear him singing…in tune!! And this is the same guy who asks me to stop when I sing “Twinkle, Twinkle”!!

(Ok, so are you suggesting I’m a bad singer 😡 ??)

2) Lui was up to her antics one day and nearly swallowed a bottle of Crocin syrup. The GMIL was livid and lashed out verbally at the nanny. The girl, a meek little thing, immediately burst out sobbing.

Lui was thoroughly disturbed at this site (since till now, the only other person she’d seen crying, was Shobs). So she goes up to the nanny, and tries to wipe the tears with her frock, all the while saying, “nai ro Plachi, nai ro. mai davai nai peeta“. And she patted the nanny on the head, muttering her apologies and even showering her face with kisses.

Needless to say, the nanny was deeply touched and she stopped crying  immediately 🙂

3) I was having breakfast with the BF , hurriedly gulping down my upma. The BF was lazily spooning his breakfast while browsing through the day’s papers.

Shobby comes up and tries to snatch the spoon dangling from his father’s fingers. BF tries to wrestle back his spoon, Shobs howls louder, the BF placates him but Shobs refuses to let go . I try and convince the kid that the spoon belongs to his father and that Shobs should get himself another spoon from the kitchen. The BF does his bit in convincing his son (frankly, the BF tried to show that he had a better ‘understanding’ with his son 😉 ) . Shobs just howls louder.

Little Lui ambles in on her cycle, takes a look at the tiff between father and son, scoots over to her brother, pats his shoulder and says, “Yeh Abba ka spoon hai“.

Abba ka spoon hai?”, Shobs asks, head tilted to one side.


Totally convinced with this reply, Shobs lets go of the spoon and hops over to his toy car.

The BF is bewildered beyond words.

“The bugger believes his sister, but not me”, he fumes 😀 .

4) I’m putting in some extra efforts for toilet-training and to a certain extent, my son is doing exceptionally well. Can’t say the same about Lui though. Going by what happened recently :-

Shobs comes over to me one day and says, “Mamma, shoo aayi“.

“Great”, I say and jump off the bed to lead him to the loo.

But not so fast. Lui grabs at Shobby’s hand and asks me to let go of him.

Mai leke jaata“, she orders. So the poor mamma meekly lets go.

Lui leads her brother till the bathroom, bends down to remove his pyjamas, gently shoves him inside and orders him to pee.

While Shobs is busy with his job, Lui stands guard and promptly pees in her pyjamas 😐

5) I bought a few picture books for the twins some time back. Even bought a story book which had a few fairy tales in them. The idea was to let the kids get comfortable with the idea of books.

Little did I know then, that my kids would take to the books like fish to water!

They can now be found wandering around the house with those little books tucked in their arms. They can now recognise all the animals in the picture book (though they have trouble pronouncing “elephant” and instead call it “emeta”. Both of them 😐 ).

Anyhow, the problem now is that the kids want me to read a story from the whatever book they happen to be ‘reading’, which means, I point out the different coloured animals/flowers/items and name them. But their favourite pastime is to demand of me, “tiger batao” and the slave that is me, has to hunt for the tiger page and show it to them. “Emeta batao“, and I have to hunt for the elephant page. And so it goes on.

The only good part is that I see the beginnings of a book-worm in both of them and am secretly tickled! For all their other traits that mirror their father, there is at least one thing the twins have inherited from me  . I stand redeemed 😀 .

      Last year (ok, make that last week 😀 ), I poured out my woes and worries regarding  the twins. About how they were yet not ready to let go of the bottle and how I’m struggling with toilet training. The nightly feeds didn’t show any signs of abating and I wondered if my kids would be babies forever!!

But then, like genuinely concerned people, so many of  you stopped by to offer help and suggestions. I can’t express how useful your tips have been and how very effective 🙂

It was a tad difficult initially, but the twins are getting the hang of the changes.

I’ve discarded their bottles and bought new sippy cups. Though the twins refused the cup and bawled their hearts out for the bottles, I didn’t give in. It didn’t help that the GMIL succumbed to the pressure and gave them bottles, which made my attempts even more futile. But I finally took the decision and threw away the bottles for good. The twins, surprisingly adjusted pretty soon and now take their feed from the sippy cup only 🙂

As for the toilet training, we still need to train them for the early morning poop-time, but given that it is rather cold in the morning and the kids balk at entering the bathroom, we’ve decided to hold back the training for a month. Meanwhile, on the suggestions given by you all, we took the kids to the loo every hour. This has helped immensely. Shobby now informs us if he has to visit the loo and has also learnt to control himself until he reaches the bathroom. Which obviously makes me one proud mamma 🙂

Lui’s case is a little different. She’ll meekly be lead when we ask her, but she won’t ever inform us herself. We still have accidents , but nothing serious. Last weekend, I took the twins to cousin L’s place and the only time they wore diapers was in the night. And the day was accident free 🙂  (I can’t really express how much grateful I am to all you wonderful people who gave me the right tips . Take a bow Lavs, AA_Mom, RRMom, HC and Shail 🙂 )

As for the nightly feeds, do you think I’m jinxing myself when I say that the twins have slept throughout the night for the last 3 nights in a row?!!


I already said it 😀

Anyway, I guess its okay if the twins have one or two occurences of getting up in the night. Their two-year-old habit will take some time in breaking off…..and I guess, if I have reached this far in just a period of 10 days, who knows, what all the twins will achieve by next weekend?!

*Crossing my fingers, toes and eyes on this one 😀 *

Thanks everyone, for making my life so much simpler  🙂

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Fiction : A Baseless Story

I’m not good at story-telling. Heck, I’m not even good at fact-telling!!

But I have thoughts that run amock in my head. Thousands of tiny little slivers of thoughts that seem to bind me in their own pensieve. What I’m working towards, is to slowly disperse the hazy cloud in my head. To collect a few thoughts and string them in a narrative. Not all that easy I guess, but I need to give it a try, don’t you think so?

I did try my hand at it once, here and here.

And now, I think I should make a conceited effort to atleast do one fiction tale every month. Starting from this one 🙂


Jan 2010 : A Baseless Story

P looked down and admired her body. She had the right curves, after all. Thanks to her personal masseuse who spent precious time kneading her sore parts. There were times when he hurt her with his vigorous fingers, but she knew better than to interrupt him. She didn’t like the glint in his eyes when he was at work. She’d rather suffer the agony than yell out in pain. After all, didn’t her skin look soft and smooth when he was done with her? And wasn’t that what He admired the most?!


It was for Him that she bore this torture. The way he looked at her lovingly, longingly. The way he brought his lips close to her, the way let out a gentle sigh when he took a whiff of her tantalizing scent ……… !

Enough!! She thought to herself. It was time that she let him know her feelings too. She couldn’t hide them forever….at least not when every pore of her’s screamed for his touch.

It was time to get dressed. He would be calling for her soon. She looked at herself once again. Her alabaster skin was creamy white, with a faint blush of pink. The heat made her turn red, she surmised…or maybe it was love !


How strange this word seemed, yet so familiar. Wasn’t it love she saw in his eyes? But was he blind that he couldn’t see the equal devotion in her’s? Couldn’t he understand why she came to him again and again ?

As usual, as she got dressed, her friends accompanied her. TK, CC, Chez, Olly, Muz, all clustered about her. They were her regular companions. Rarely did she leave them behind. But today, something didn’t feel right. She looked hard at her friends. Why did they all seem like a burden today? Why did she want to do this trip alone, without their peppy presence?

She felt a sharp stab of pain…….was it jealousy?! Something within her turned nasty. Maybe He never spoke to her directly because of all these friends around her. What if she avoided them? Difficult, she thought. I would never be able to get rid of them. But there MUST be a way!! Her desperation gave her only one solution. Be rude. Make them go away on their own. She knew it would hurt them…..but she hoped they would understand. It was so difficult to be reasonable when you are in love!!

So, rude she was. When it was time for them to go, she rudely shoved at CC and TK. Olly attempted to appease her, but she turned on him angrily, calling him a black-faced wart. When Muz intervened, she called him a stink-worm. CC decided that P wasn’t in a good mood and advised everyone to back off, which they did gladly.

Her heart beat wildly as she approached his door. It opened before the first knock.

It wasn’t him. It was his friend, That Man! The lecherous one whose greedy look was enough to make her nauseous.

And today, she was exceptionally vulnerable. She had brought herself unadorned, for his eyes only.

That Man looked hard at her.

“Hey buddy”, he yelled , ” C’mon here. You won’t believe this”.

He came rushing to the door.

She waited with bated breath. One look at him and she nearly swooned once again.

But wait. What was that look on his face?

Why did he look confused..? Wait a minute!! Was he angry?

Oh No!!


He rushed back in and made a call.

“Is this some kind of a joke??” he yelled into the receiver, ” You either send another one right now or give me back my money!!”

She stood their apprehensively…not knowing what to do, what to say. She was bewildered beyond her belief. The love she was craving to see in his eyes was now turning into anger, hatred.

Only That Man continued to look at her with a smirk. How she wished she could smash that leering eye!!

“Dude, what do you want to do with this”, he yelled.

He said, “Throw it away , I guess. Who likes to eat an empty pizza base anyway?!”


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