I’ve been pretty busy at work lately and have very little time to blog 😦
Yesterday was a day of recharged citizens and cricket conversations. For the record, I took an active participation in all the cric-conversations though I know zilch about the game. You couldn’t have figured that out if I hadn’t told you, I was that good 😀
Today is no better. I’m neck-deep in work and now, after coming back from a lunch with BFS, I’m stuffed to the gills and need cellotape to keep my eye-lids open.
Anyhow, I’ll take the effort and update you about the weekend 🙂
This weekend was much like the ones before it, though I have mixed reactions to all that was/is happening around me. Quite a mixture, I admit. Read on, if you aren’t bored already 🙂
We had our fair share of cricket craziness on Saturday. The BF glued himself to the couch in front of the TV and changed from a silent, charming gentleman to a profanity-spewing, frothing-at-the-mouth species (which I would NOT relate to anything human!). Thankfully, by Sunday morning, he recovered enough to be back to his normal self.
As for me, well……..frankly, I don’t dig cricket much. Win-win lose-lose, it’s all the same, it’s just a game!! I used up the time by making sure the twins stayed out of the BF’s way, cotton balls firmly clogging their ears (wouldn’t want the kids to hear too much swearing, you know!) and I personally got down to making ‘besan ke laddoo’ with my own two hands. Alas, right after I was done and was doing the rounds of the house, I found, to my utter dismay, that NONE of the family members is keen on besan-ke-laddoo,whoever’s hands they might be made from! The MIL was encouraging though. She claimed they were purrrfect and had a couple to convince me. I had a couple myself and was convinced. They were damn good, I must say 😀
Next time, I’ll stick to Gulab-Jamuns which are everyone’s favourite. Plus, they come in ready-made packs. Saves me half the trouble 😀
PS: a snippet of conversation with the BF :-
Me : SL is batting first?
BF : *grunt*
Me : (pointing to Indian team) They lost the toss??
BF : (glaring ) WE lost the toss 👿
Point noted, M’lord.
The nanny bunked on Sunday (I’m drafting a BIG post on why we are still not kicking her out. Will post it soon. I promise). I had a hundred things on my shopping list , but once again, it’s on hold. I’m taking a 2-week break in May to visit the parents and wanted to buy some stuff for them. But as usual, looks like I’ll be dumping last-minute bought stuff in my luggage 😦 .
But hey, I made Pongal for breakfast on Sunday and guess who LOVED it??
“Hey Bhagwan!! Mera jeevan safal ho gaya”
Jokes apart, for once, the GMIL really, really liked what she was eating, in spite of her never seeing it before in her entire life! For the record, the ONLY cuisine the granny likes is what she knows how to cook. Everything else is worthy of the trash can!
Needless to say, I’m tickled pink since Sunday 🙂
While on Granny, guys, the poor dear is hospitalized today. By the time I hit publish, she would have come out of the op-theatre. Apparently, the metal rods in her thigh were causing her much grief. Though she had started walking a bit using the walker, it wasn’t without much pain. The last X-ray revealed that the metal rods and screws were digging into her flesh the wrong way . The operation today is to remove the rods and place some other contraption in its place (not sure exactly what it is).
At her age, I can only imagine the agony of going through another thigh-long cut and stitches. Hopefully, this time the operation will be better and healing as good as before. Unfortunately, the GMIL is not as peppy this time as she was before. She even sobbed last saturday because she hated being dependent on others. I hold myself to blame partially. Actually, with India winning the match and the fire-crackers and hooting and loud music everywhere, I didn’t hear the granny calling out to me. She needed to use the bed-pan and by the time I heard her and responded in the like, it was almost 40 minutes. She cried then, because she had to hold on till someone heard her. I felt like a sack of rotten eggs then.
But I was glad when she cheered up the next morning after the pongal breakfast. Pat-on-the-back, if I say so myself 😀
Do pray for her. She needs all the prayers and love you people can send across.
We took the twins to a park on Sunday (Sarasbaug, for the Puneites). This park is famous for having loads of fun rides and eating joints lining the street outside. The twins had fun on some of the rides, though they refused to show their pleasure!! If you see the snaps, they look like the cheeriest couple of kids this side of the GMT.
They look like this :-
In my defense, I can say that the kids refused to get off once the rides were over. Its just that they aren’t very expressive about it, are they?!
Or maybe, they are just hungry!
(Or was it me?)
The BF refused to buy anything other than a ball and a balloon for the two.
Cotton candy?, I cooed.
No, he said.
Paani-puri?, I wheedled.
Of course not. Not from here, he reasoned.
Bhutta?? I squeaked, glancing longingly at the roasting maize.
And who will look after the kids, he countered.
I returned home as grumpy as the kids. Swore to the MIL that I’m NEVER taking that man to a park again. The MIL was equally aghast at the no-food n0-drink curfew set by the BF. She wiped the tears off my cheeks and consoled that henceforth only the two of us shall take the kids out to Sarasbaug. I sniffled back in pleasure 🙂
And so folks, that’s how I’ve been busy. How about y’all?? Do drop me a line about your weekend 🙂