Archive for January, 2011

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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The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow. (Yippeee 😀 )

Crunchy numbers

Featured image

About 3 million people visit the Taj Mahal every year. This blog was viewed about 30,000 times in 2010. If it were the Taj Mahal, it would take about 4 days for that many people to see it.

In 2010, there were 323 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 460 posts. There were 415 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 110mb. That’s about 1 pictures per day.

The busiest day of the year was November 3rd with 718 views. The most popular post that day was By The Water Cooler !!.

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were orangeicecandy.blogspot.com, blogger.com, google.co.in, Google Reader, and mysoul.wordpress.com.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for jeet, bitter gourd, new moon poster, momofrs, and bittergourd.

( I KNEW that silly Karela would be the end of me !!)

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.


By The Water Cooler !! October 2010 (Thanks Parul )


Loving every bitter moment of it !! January 2010 (Leaves a bitter taste each time I read this title 😦 )


I’m Addicted to…. October 2009 (And also thankful They are my inspiration for blogging 🙂 )


Of Twilight and New Moon November 2009 (You gotta be kidding :|)
1 comment


At the end of it all, I can’t help but think how vapid my blog really is!!

I mean, other blogs attract people with subjects which are funny, intelligent, thought-provoking, full-of-awareness and what not! And what do I offer?? A highly searched post on the karela and a flighty review of a not-so-captivating teen romance!!

Maybe, I need a makeover.

Except…..maybe I shouldn’t. Because then I might shift the focus away from the twins. And frankly, this blog is a diary of sorts ….to capture the days and lives of my little tykes. I may meander into other different topics at times, but I then get back to the twins 🙂

I’m not the one to spout wisdom on how to bring up children (Heck, I rely on YOU guys to help me out 😀 ) . So as long as you aren’t bored of the twins, I think I’m doing good 🙂

What say people? Does this blog interest you enough for me to keep it as it is??

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Monday Laughs :)

It’s All in the Name

A pregnant Irish woman from Dublin gets in a car accident and falls into a deep coma.

Asleep for nearly 6 months, when she wakes up she sees that she is no longer pregnant and frantically asks the doctor about her baby.

The doctor replies, ‘Ma’am you had twins! a boy and a girl. Your brother from Cork came in and named them.’

The woman thinks to herself, ‘Oh No!!! not my brother… he’s an idiot!’

She asks the doctor, ‘Well, what’s the girl’s name?


‘Wow, that’s not a bad name, I like it! What’s the boy’s name?’



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