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After a spurt of ridiculous posts, I went absconding again! (Almost seems like a behavioral pattern , huh?). I mean, I drop by on WordPress, furiously publish posts everyday and one fine day, I do the disappearing act. I’m away for ages….no replying to messages, no pending drafts, nothing!! And each time I come back, I feel guilty. I shouldn’t…because this blog is first and foremost for me than anyone else. But then, for all those people who do drop by and read and sometimes comment, I’m answerable. I need to let them know why there are no new posts when they take the time to come by my blog!

And here’s my answer.

I’m going blind.

No, please dont panic. I’m not going blind as in “doctor sahab, mujhe kuchh dikhayi nahin de raha”, but blind as in ,” Doctor sahab, mujhe aankhen khuli rakhne mein takleef ho rahi hai”.

So, remember me gloating a few posts back about how MUCH I’m enjoying my on-bench period?? Remember me giggling away happily that I spend the entire day catching up on blogs and other internet articles? Remember how happy I was?

Well, no more ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

For my dear folks, I suffer from the bane of (a majority of) IT Professionals. Dry-Eyes.

Yep.

Which means, my tear-ducts no longer carry any fluids. My tear-film (that thin little coating over the eyes) is non-existent and chopping a bunch of onions elicits no tears ๐Ÿ˜ฆ .

Can my eyes be any more dry?? (almost sound like Chandler there, right? ๐Ÿ˜€ ) .

Apparently not. But, and this is a very significant ‘but’, if not treated on time, the lens of my eyes will dry up and eventually make me blind as a ding-bat! Imagine if someone threw a fistful of sawdust in your eyes…how would that feel?? Well, I feel like that 24X7 ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

The doctor prescribes, “no driving, no sitting in front of the computer or television for more than half an hour at a time, drink plenty of water and get plenty of sleep”.

HAH!! (or LOL!! Whatever!!)

This is the proverbial ‘laat’ on the stomach of a ‘gareeb’. The doctor not only suggested that I give up my job and my bike, she almost suggested that I alter my entire lifestyle! Okay, I can drink a couple or more glasses of water, but what was that line about sleep?? The BF more than readily asked me to quit my job and stay home. “To rest”, in his words. I, on the other hand insisted that he buy me a new house with a bedroom where I could get my much missing sleep back. “Here”, he said tossing me a keybunch. “Wow!! that was quick”, I muttered only to realize he’d handed over my bike keys to me. Thats my ever-practical boy. Do ya wonder why I love him so much ๐Ÿ˜ ??

On an aside, I refuse to stay at home because I know that if I am, then I’ll be glued to the laptop while the kids are snoozing and that cannot be a good thing. So I report to work, squirt a few drops of the eye-lubricants in them eyes and stare at my monitor impassively. Win -win all.

The only casualty of this current blurring of my eye-sight is that I canot blog as much as I’d like to. I cannot read and comment on other’s blogs. Even as I type this, I’m using up half the little jar of eye-drops ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

And oh, since every cloud has a silver lining, here’s mine – my eye-sight’s safe. I mean, my ‘vision’ is perfect. No number for reading yet. But I do have to wear those anti-glare spectacles that I’ve ordered last week, all the time. Its going to be a bummer, but OM opines that it might just suit me ๐Ÿ˜‰ .

 

So long then people. I’ll drop by later. I cant keep away for long, but for my preserving my eye-sight, I’ll just have to. What say?

 

 

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This is kind of silly, but I couldn’t help notice the amount of ‘coverage’ given to the Dutt-Patel brouhaha, mostly because one party of this fiasco was guilty of err..umm….not enough coverage and too much cleavage ๐Ÿ˜€ .Though, frankly, in my opinion, the other party is usually just as guilty ๐Ÿ˜ (okay….kidding ๐Ÿ™‚ . Some people actually like them cleavages on men!! LOL!!. Okay fine…I’ll drop the topic now ๐Ÿ˜€ )

From all the news reports, this is what I gathered :-

She came dressed for a party in her ‘signature‘ style.

She is his wife’s best friend.

He thinks of her as his sister.

He rebukes her for her inappropriate dressing sense.

He tries to cover her up.

She retaliated by yelling that he touched her indecently.

Whew.

Double Whew!!

In happier times....

Now, anyone following HighHeelConfidential or any other gossip columns on the net would know by now that Ms.Patel likes to wear her Sari in a certain manner. Its a style which is very ‘Chameli’ than chic, but then if she likes it that way, who are we to question?! After seeing her for ages dressed in the same manner, her style didn’t rub in as much as before. It was almost like a resigned acceptance of her bad taste (no, no, I’m not being judgemental, just frank ๐Ÿ˜› ). I wish I could find that link on Yahoo (or was it MSN?) where there was picture of her, in the same style of Sari, running a hand through her hair (Warning : NSFW). For some unknown reason, that particular snap had the caption, “yeh dhai kilo ka haath” !! I remember it vividly because me and the BF guffawed over it for ages. And then, he started using the same tag line for me, after which it wasn’t funny anymore ๐Ÿ˜ . But I digress.

So coming back to the said lady.She was the one to first post snaps of the Dutt’s twins on twitter. She was the one who threw a baby shower before the delivery. She was the one who gushed about “my best friend Manyata”. She was the one who starred opposite Mr.Dutt in “Chatur Singh ** ” just recently. After all the bonhomie, I think Mr. Dutt, like any typical Indian male, would consider Ms.Patel as a close family friend, if not a relative. And if such a friend notices parts of you peeking out where they aren’t supposed to , would you blame him? In fact, the BF had the nasty habit of pointing out such inappropriateness in the dressing styles of BFS or BFC (blame it on his conservative background), though they were a million times more decent. But then, the BF thought he had a right because they were his best friends too and if BFS or BFC minded it, they would immediately reprimand him for the same. All was well within seconds.

Then what went wrong between Mr.Dutt and Ms.Patel ?

Well, in my opinion, however protective he felt towards Ameesha, Mr.Dutt crossed a boundary when he ‘publicly’ tried to correct her outfit. It wasn’t the act itself that was indecent. It was the infringing on her rights as an adult that was unacceptable. For one, how she plans to dress is no one’s prerogative other than herself. Secondly, he did his duty by approaching her and sharing his sentiments about her outfit. He should have left it at that. Going forward to ‘correct’ her attire was a blatant act of infringing on her personal space, and no one, NO ONE should be allowed to do that without one’s permission!! Secondly, isn’t it an hypocritical act on Mr.Dutts part when he accepts her attire in his movie which would be viewed by thousands and objects to the same attire in a private party where only a few hundreds would ogle?!

Though I despise Ms.Patel to the core, I can’t help but feel the shoe-bite when I step into her shoes.

Your opinions, people??

Note : Images sourced from Google images.

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A thorough weekend update post is due and I promise I’ll post it as soon as I get my head off the keyboard.
I’m sleepy as hell (Thanks Lui/Shobs for keeping me awake wayyyy past my bed-time!) and there is a slight possibility of me getting a number for my eyes *shudder*!!
Though I’ve been avoiding it for ages, I’ve realized recently that
a) I’ve been squinting a lot lately and
b) looking at my monitor for more than a couple of minutes, makes me lose focus. The screen looks blurred and I have to do a blink-blink to refocus!

So yes, the eyes have it bad! I guess assuming that gajar ka halwa is just as good for the eyes as raw carrots, doesn’t really hold. Drat it ๐Ÿ˜ !! After my failing dentures, this! What else is in store for this middle ages granny, I wonder ๐Ÿ˜ฆ !

Anyhow, the icing on the cake is that I got my license. You know what that means?? It means, I GOT MY EFFING LICENSE TO DRIVE AN EFFING FOUR-WHEELER. WHEEEEE!!! ๐Ÿ˜€
(Now if only someone lends me their car, I’d be most obliged!)

For the record, the BF refuses to sit in the same car as me if I’m driving. Yeah yeah….its this guy’s constant love and support that has brought me so far in life. Thanks BF. Love ya too…like those sores you get on your toes every month. Yeah…exactlylike that!!

And ohh…after Shobs recovered from the throat infection, it was Lui’s turn..and guess what? She lived up to her reputation of being a bratty, irritable kid. Makes me rue that just last week I wrote a post singing her praises. Aah..silly me! One would’ve thought that three years with the twins would have taught me something about them…but naah!! I fail miserably yet again!

Anyhow, I have an appointment with BFS and BFG shortly and out to meet them. Maybe some quality time with good buddies will make me forget the failing eyesight, the sore knees and the wobbly teeth. Hope you all have fun too.

Cheers for the coming week ๐Ÿ™‚

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Short Spurts

(Small snippets of stuff happening around me – and my take on it )

1) I’m work-less. Not job-less, mind you, since I’m still drawing a salary, but work-less, since I still haven’t got a project in hand.

Am I actively looking for one ? No.

Am I talking with different project leads about the openings ? No.

Am I following up on the interviews I’ve already given? No.

Then what exactly am I doing here??

Frankly, I have no clue ๐Ÿ˜ . I’m as blank as a new bank account! I have no idea what to do, which isn’t exactly the same as what I want to do! I know what I want, but it isn’t available here. And to hunt it somewhere else would mean taking efforts into getting out of my comfort zone. Which, eventually, I’ll just have to do, but not right now.

What I am doing right now, is reading. Catching up on all those blogs I missed reading at the client side. Reading up recipes, news, opinions. Reading fiction, facts and gossip. Reading books, papers and comics. I’ll probably end up with a number for my eyes, but what the heck!! I’m work-less and I’m using this time to do what I love doing the most ๐Ÿ˜€ !

(Totally unprofessional of me, I know….but what to do…the heart must do what the heart sometimes wants to do, right?!)

2) The location given to me at work is a temporary one. Once I get a project (correction, IF I get a project), I’ll be moving to the new location. Till then, my desk remains bare…something I’m unused to ๐Ÿ˜ฆ . Every time I look up, I miss my money-plant, those jars of candies and my various colourful mugs. I can get them here, but the effort of moving everything to the new location would be just too much for me ๐Ÿ˜ฆ . I’d rather get the new stuff to the final destination ๐Ÿ™‚ . And oh, my lockers are empty too…no more packets of biscuits or kurkure reside with me anymore…not that anyone is missing them (since mostly of my friends are so vastly distributed around the office that meeting up requires setting a meeting request ๐Ÿ˜ฆ )

3) I read a few novels recently. Samit Basu’s “Turbulence“, which is science fiction meets bollywood meets everything Indian ๐Ÿ˜€ . I could barely put it down till it got over and even then , I revisited a few pages just for the witty writing style. Do read it when you get the chance. It is sure to bring a smile onย  your face ๐Ÿ™‚ .

I also read the first part of the Clifton Chronicles, Only Time Will Tell by Jeffery Archer. Archer’s style is unmistakable, which is both comforting as well as annoying. Annoying because one can actually predict the direction of the narration. But I did like the book over all and I’m looking forward to the next edition which will possibly release this year.

4) Lui and Shobs had ‘Fruit-day’ today at school. Lui is the Pineapple and Shobby is the Orange. Their teachers had given them 2 lines of dialogues each to memorize. Lui learnt hers quick enough, but Shobby refused to oblige. Every time I asked him his dialogue, he would either change the topic or say something else entirely. We tried cajoling him, then bribing, then threatening, but no use! My son simply refuses to mug a line and repeat it verbatim ๐Ÿ˜ฆ Apparently, “My name is Orange, I am orange in colour” is too tough for him to remember! Yesterday, I helped the kids make a headgear of leaves of their respective fruits. We used chart-paper, glue, scissors and a stapler of which, the kids were allowed to handle only the sticking part. The head gear ready, I tried a final rehearsal. Lui was pretty kicked about her leafy topi and was all smiles as she spoke her lines. Shobs was tongue-tied! I didn’t scold him this time…just waited till he felt comfortable enough to speak the lines himself.

Now I’m not sure if he really had the stage fright gripping at him, because early this morning, all of a sudden, he started throwing up. He wasn’t feverish, his tummy was fine and yet he couldn’t retain his milk. By 8:30 AM, he was fine, so I gave him a bath and started dressing him up. Thats when he threw up once more and became lethargic. This had me worried…because he was perfectly fine the previous day! “Mumma, mai school nahin jaoonga”, he said feebly. I looked at his new orange shirt and the headgear of leaves he had prepared last evening. With a sigh, I realized I could not send him to school in such a state. So I dressed up Lui in a yellow shirt, dark-brown pants and her green topi . The teacher had asked us to send them dressed in the colour of their fruits…thats the best I could do ๐Ÿ™‚ . I dropped Lui in her school van and left for work. Shobs was handed over to the MIL who is on leave today. When I called her up an hour back, she said that Shobs was doing just fine. He was playing around the house !!

Now this has me worried! I know that Shobs wasn’t faking it when he threw up…but it is not a good sign if he is terrified of a ‘performance’ to the extent of being nauseous. He has always been shy in nature but this is a new development that needs addressing.

Any suggestions people??

5) Found this link in today’s Freshly pressed : http://viewsfromthecouch.com/2012/02/12/you-didnt-thank-me-for-punching-you-in-the-fac/

People who have little children, DO read it. For parents of boys and girls alike. We need a better society for our kids and it means correcting the wrongs of today. And better start as soon as possible!

http://viewsfromthecouch.com/2012/02/12/you-didnt-thank-me-for-punching-you-in-the-fac/

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Neela Nakhoon

Kindly excuse the bad bad title.
I just voted today and the ink mark is a vivid stain on my left forefinger. Its not actually blue per se,more violet-black, but then , ‘Baingani nakhoon’ didn’t sound at all appealing ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

And oh, proud as I am on doing this, I guess I cannot complain now when the guys I voted for come into power ๐Ÿ˜

God help our country! Ameen ๐Ÿ™‚

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The Grumpy BF!

So I’m reading this big Agatha Christie book now that is actaully a compilation of four of her novels. Am done with the first two, am on the third now. So rivetting are the plots and the subsequent deductions that it is very hard (really hard) for me to put the book down. Needless to say, I carry it with me at all times(irrespective of its bulk) and pull it out whenever I get a few minutes to myself.
After a week of this behavior, I think the BF has finally started losing patience. He’s not much of a book lover himself (who am I kidding here! He’ll willingly forgo a bet than sit through even a comic ๐Ÿ˜ฆ ), and he can’t understand my obsession with reading.
So this morning,before leaving for work, as I sipped tea and flipped pages of the aforementioned novel, he burst out :-
“I feel as though you’ve got a new boyfriend! I feel left out ๐Ÿ˜ฆ “

Uh – Oh!
๐Ÿ˜

So NOT done, I tell you…

A wife must never make her husband feel that way. Feelings of insecurity and loneliness must NEVER be allowed to breed. So like the loving and dutiful wife that I am, I said, “Exactly how I feel when you have that damn blackberry stuck to your ear ๐Ÿ˜€ “, and I went back to reading my book.

Aaah!! The priceless look on his face, I tell you ๐Ÿ™‚ . It makes this marriage totally worth it ๐Ÿ˜€

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Itโ€™s a bl**dy awful day , thatโ€™s what!
Itโ€™s the second week of Feb and the sunโ€™s burning right through the roof! I have no idea what to do with the bundles of blankets lying around the house, hopeful of being used one day. Iโ€™m sure that the day I will put them away, the sun would go behind a cloud and weโ€™ll have a cold wave sweeping across the city. The kids would shiver under their bed sheets and the BF would gruffly enquire as to why his wife was insanely eager to put away those blankets when we were โ€˜technicallyโ€™ still in the winter season.
Anyhow, what I wanted to say was that today I had to visit the regional passport office to submit the updated birth certificate of my son. The BF warned that there is a mad rush at the passport office and it is always wise to reach there early. So I woke up earlier than usual, did my regular chores , got the twins ready for school and handed them over to their father (to wait for the school van) and reached the passport office at sharp 09:40. To my utter horror, the place was crowded with around 200 people already in queues and more coming in by the minute. The worst part? The office wasnโ€™t open yetโ€ฆ.the regular timing was 10:30 AM. *GROAN*. So I stood there in the heat and the dust (yes, loads of it, because the parking area right outside the passport office was nothing more than the flattened left-over remnants of the existing hill-side. There were boulders, stones and dust galore. As luck would have it, the queues stretched right out to the parking area. So every time a vehicle came in or drove out, we were all covered with a thick layer of dust. And oh, did I mention that I was wearing white today? Well, it aint white no more ๏Œ . When I finally did get to enter the building, we were made to wait in a queue. After about 25 minutes, I went in and submitted the letter that I had received. The lady official asked me what the problem was and I told her that my sonโ€™s application was rejected due to discrepancy in my name and Iโ€™ve got new documents for submission. She brusquely snatched the letter, ignored the documents and asked me to wait outside the cabin.
The โ€˜outsideโ€™ was crawling with people, with barely an inch to spare. After a long wait, I finally got a chair to sit. So I pulled out the latest Agatha Christie from my bag and started reading. Must have read more than 50 pages before it finally clicked that Iโ€™d been sitting for a rather long time with no updates on what I was supposed to do next. So I quickly asked one of the peons and he said that the names will be called out shortly. So I went back to my book (Thank God I had the sense to get it along!) . After another 20 or so pages, my turn finally came. I stepped in gingerly and went up to the lady official. She was definitely in a foul mood! At one point I almost lost my temper and told her that my sonโ€™s twin sister got her passport around 3 months back! And both the forms were submitted together. When exactly did the official realize that my name on the application form was โ€˜wrongโ€™ compared to the one on the birth certificate, I have no clue. But after submitting documents again and again, the BF went the whole hog and had my name officially changed to carry his surname (Now this is one thing I NEVER wanted to do, but I never had a hint that these people would make such an hue and cry over it. For the sake of my sonโ€™s passport, I had to take this drastic measure ๏Œ ) . I was armed with these new documents when I went in. After a lot of haggling and explaining from my side and a lot of grumbling and snootiness from her side, she finally grabbed the Xerox copies and told me I could leave. So drained was I from the experience that I forgot to ask her if the application was accepted or rejected. Later on, when I spoke to the BF about it, I realized that the lady was insinuating a little about palm-greasing and being rather ignorant about the tastes of government officials, I was rather slow to get the drift ๏Œ
Anyhow, the form is submitted, Iโ€™m back in office and the ticker runs while we wait patiently for the passport.
I was supposed to get my driving license by yesterday. It still hasnโ€™t come. Now Iโ€™m worried ๏‹
The campaigning for the civic polls is getting on my nerves. The bike rallys, the auto rallys, the followers bearing banners and flags, the children hollering slogansโ€ฆ..it so ticks me off! I have half a mind to cross out all these revolting parties from my optionsโ€ฆbut then, I wouldnโ€™t have anyone left to vote for ๏Œ . Thankfully, it should get over in a day or two. Also, it helps that we arenโ€™t in the South or UP, where poll campaigning is a blatantly aggressive exercise with little or no regard to general public comfort. Pune, I love these little mercies you bestow on us ๏Š
Happy Valentineโ€™s, to Ye who Believe.
For the rest, glad to be a part of a club thatโ€™s in love forever ๏Š

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Last week, I didn’t let the twins go to school. They were down with viral infection and I didn’t want them spreading the germs to other children. Also, Shobs had developed a high fever and was very lethargic.

So after two days of the kid’s absence, one day, their class teacher calls me up. In fact, the lady looking into the administration called me up. Here’s what we spoke about :-

Admin Lady (AL) : Hello, is that Lui’s mother??

Me : Yes, its me.

AL : We are calling up from xyz school. We got the message that the twins are not well.

me : Yes. They’ve got the viral. I won’t be sending them to school this week.

AL : Oh! Thats sad. We miss them already.

Me : Huh? ๐Ÿ˜

AL : Wait a minute. The twin’s class teacher wants to talk to you.

(I hear her handing over the phone to the twin’s class teacher)

Class teacher (CT) : Hello, how are the kids now.

Me : They are fine, thank you. Doing better by the day.

CT : I called to say that my class has been really silent since the twins are absent. The other kids are asking for them. The class seems very subdued without Lui and Shobs. They are the liveliest and cheer up the other kids too.

Me : Err…umm…thats great. Thanks ๐Ÿ™‚

CT : May I please talk to Lui? If it isn’t too much of a bother!

Me : Sure

(I hand over the phone to Lui, who immediately grabs it to chat with her favourite teacher. A minute later, she hands it back to me)

Me : I’ll send them as soon as they are well.

CT : Please do. I miss them like anything! I can’t concentrate on teaching the class without Lui’s constant chatter!

Me : Huh ๐Ÿ˜ . Hmm…okay . thanks for calling. Have a nice day.

(hang up)

So there! People miss my twins at school! Wow! I mean, here I was, wondering that the twins are surely the MOST unsociable people ever and then I get calls on the contrary ๐Ÿ˜

Obviously, I’m feeling a wee bit proud and also loads relieved.

Since Lui was better, I took pity on the CT and sent my daughter to school on Friday ๐Ÿ™‚

Another incident happened on Sunday.

I was at the hospital near my place, waiting for our turn with the twin’s pediatrician. There was a fish tank in the reception area and Lui-Shobs were engrossed in watching the fishes swim by. Lui, being herself, could not help asking a thousand questions on the fish’s behavior, what they were eating, how they were drinking water, why one was orange and the other black, etc

. She kept on calling me, “Mumma mumma, see BIG fish”, “Mumma mumma, see white fish”!! I stood there, patiently answering her questions and nodding my head in agreement to her observations. It came to a point that a little kid standing besides the twins turned to me and pointing to a fish in the tank, asked, “Mumma, yeh konsa colour hai?”. It was hilarious. The kid’s mother wasn’t impressed, I’m afraid ๐Ÿ˜€ ! But then, she was too busy playing games on her iphone (Note : No, I’m NOT jealous that she had an i-phone. Though on hindsight, maybe a teeny-tiny bit ๐Ÿ˜‰ ! I was jealous that she could play on her phone without her kid disturbing her even for a second!! )

Anyhow, it was a long wait and the twins kept themselves busy by shaking hands with every other kid in the reception. They generally don’t initiate the greetings themselves, but with a little prodding, they get going.

When our turn finally came, I had to drag the two to the doctor’s chamber. The doc greeted the twins warmly and said,”I’ve been listening to the twins for such a long time….was really waiting for them to come in! If I’m not wrong, they were the only kids chattering non-stop ๐Ÿ˜€ “. And then she proceeded to do the check-up, chatting with the twins all the time and they replied back to her as though adults, which had her grinning even more ๐Ÿ™‚

Thats it. Two instances which described a lot about the improvements in my children’s social behavior. I know now that I can happily leave them in crowds….they will run a distance but always come back to me. That, I can tell you, is a relief, because it means I dont have to run after them both anymore ๐Ÿ™‚ . They mix up with other kids just fine and I’m content in that.

BUT, I still don’t think taking them to malls or theatres is a good idea. I’ve been avoiding it till date and frankly, I’m in no particular hurry to do so. Me and the BF catch a movie (if we really want to) on weekend afternoons when the twins are asleep. We are both not too keen on strolling in malls, so I guess thats one reason we never took the kids out to one. We either take them out to a park or just play at home.

Any suggestions to the pros and cons of depriving them these two places??

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In Sickness and in Health

No. No. This post isn’t about marriage vows. OR about the BF and me (we like to stay together whatever our given health conditions ๐Ÿ™‚ )

This is about the behavioral changes in the twins when they fall ill versus their regular selves . Apologies for going all technical there, but what can I say when I’m faced with the not-so-easy task of tending to two rather feverish kids.

Firstly, the problem with having twins is that everything gets doubled at the same time. Right from your delivery pains to feeding woes to teething troubles to nappy changes. And then they grow older and your woes multiply manifold.

Take for instance, when one falls ill. It is only a matter of hours before the other hits the bed too. And then, we have two whiney, moan-y kids who just keep groaning while the Momma wrings her hands in frustration because she doesn’t know what will relieve them. Doctors are called, hospital visits made and medication administered. In some cases, the illness passes by without too many scars. But in some cases, the fever refuses to plunge, the kids refuse to eat and everyone at home is at their wit’s end. The sole problem at this point is that EVERYONE at home keeps asking you about the status of the kids every few minutes, which practically drives one mad, because , seriously, does one ever take notes as to the latest updates??

Anyhow, last couple of days were bad…in the sense that the twins got some fever and had stuffy noses, which was promptly put down to common cold. Hot soups and broths were administered along with some Vicks massages. Things didn’t improve as I’d earlier surmised. Shobby’s fever got worse, though Lui fared a little better. A trip to the doctor’s yesterday confirmed that Shob’s has infected tonsils (we couldn’t have guessed as he ate his meals properly without a fuss ๐Ÿ˜ ) . Lui had a bad cold and cough, but her medication was much simpler. For Shobs, we had to give antibiotics for the infection. He also has to gargle one medication, but since he doesn’t know how to gargle still, I have to satisfy myself with making him rinse his mouth with it.

I took an off yesterday from work, to stay by my kids and tend to them. Not a big feat, by any measure. But boy! Was I in for a surprise or what?!

But first, here’s how my two kids behave when they are well –

LUI

Me: Lui, come here and finish your milk.

Lui : NO.

Me : Lui, pick up those newspapers you littered all over the place.

Lui : (glaring at me ) NO. Nahin karoongi, nahin karoongi, nahin karoongi!!

SHOBBY

Me : Shobby, come here and finish your milk.

Shobs : (looking mournful). Bas na!! Kitna dudu peeyun??

(and then proceeds to empty the glass in one gulp).

Me : Shobby, pick up those toys from the floor.

Shobs : (picks up all the toys and places them in their rightful place. Then he grins at me) Aapne mujhe daante, lekin mai roya nahin ๐Ÿ™‚

So these were the normal days. I guess you have an idea on how my kids usually behave at home.

Surprisingly, their game is totally turned around when they fall ill. Sample this –

LUI

Me : Lui, come and have your medicine.

Lui : (gulping down a spoonful) Thank you mummaa… *mmuah mmuuaah mmuuaah*

Me : Lui, come and sleep right now.

Lui : (hopping into bed) Mumma, aap mere oopar blanket dalo please.

ย 

SHOBBY

Me : Shobby, here’s your medicine.

Shobs : (in the most irritated tone) kitnaaa satate aap mujhe. Mujhe sone do please. Dawai nahin chahiye.

Me : Please betu….

Shobs : Bola na maine. Mujhe sone do. Mera paon(leg) dukh raha hai. Paon dabao.

Me : *sigh* okay (and mumma proceeds to press her ickle-son’s feet. In a minute, she gets up to answer a call on her phone.

Shobs : MUMMMAAA!! IDHAR AAO. Maine bola na, mera paon dabao….phir aap kyun nahin dabate, haan?? Maine bola tha na aapko!!

Me : *Double Sigh* coming betu….(after which she continues doing that for the rest of the night).

Me : (gingerly placing a wet napkin on Shobby’s burning head) Shhh….hold on there. This will make you feel better.

Shobs : (petulantly) yeh kya hai??

Me : Cold napkin betu…aapka fever kam ho jayega.

Shobs : *hmmphh* (closes his eyes and goes to sleep)

A few minutes later, he rolls over a bit, causing the napkin to fall off. The boy hollers his heart out. Momma leaps out of the bed, wondering what went wrong.

Shobs : MUMMAA…yeh napkin nikal gaya…theek se lagao.

Me : Oh yeah.Right. Pronto, my son.

(Momma soaks the napkin in cold water and replaces it on her son’s forehead. Without a word of gratitude, the brat goes off to sleep again. Mumma quietly sidles up to sleep next to him)

Shobs : Mumma, kya kar rahe ho?

Me : Sleeping betu.

Shobs : Aap soyenge to mere paon kaise dabayenge??

Me : Huh ๐Ÿ˜ ?!!

Shobs : jaldi se dabao. Mujhe sona hai.

Me : (controlling all the urge to scream back at him) Haan. kyun nahin??

And then I spend the rest of the night doing his Highness’ bidding.

Now tell me folks…..why this turn of character? Why does my usually docile, polite son turn into a tyrant and why does my boisterous, bratty girl turn into an angel?? Does something get messed up in their brains?? Some short-circuit or something?? Them high temperatures burn some nerve-cells or what??

Anyone else experienced the same flip-around behavior with their kids??

(BTW, I’ve been hearing comments on how the children are deprived of mother’s love and attention when said mother is a working woman. Hence these tantrum-like turns. Is it true?? If yes, then thanks to those people for making me feel like s*** ๐Ÿ˜ฆ )

For the record, the kids are better now. Though I’m not in favor of anti-biotics, it seems that there are times when only those things work and no home-remedy helps ๐Ÿ˜ฆ . The kids are prancing around the house even as I type this and thankfully, with good health, they are back to being their normal selves.

(Which just means that instead of rolling eyes at Shobby, I now get back to rolling eyes at Lui. God help me ๐Ÿ˜ฆ )

 

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God knows that I have two really pretty kids.

But my children are going to have a really tough time believing that as they grow older! I mean, I know of parents at work who take their kids out for photo-shoots, you know, the complete works with a professional photographer, umbrellas and lighting. The kids dress up in pretty outfits and pose for snaps. The albums, when they come out, are glossy, the kids are cherubic and the parents (if they feature on the album) have the biggest smiles ever.

Not so for us. For our kids are bestowed with a father who has very little skills with taking photographs and even lesser, seeing them. They have an uncle who rarely takes a snap that isn’t blurred to perfection! I mean, he makes sure that its impossible to figure out whose snap it is ๐Ÿ˜€ . Thirdly, they have an over-enthusiastic mom who LOVES taking snaps and is so damn hyper that her end-results leave much to imagination. *Sigh* Sorry kids. We leave you with really bad memories of yourselves, not that we aren’t trying toย  improve……but maybe, just because we try too much to improve . Makes, sense? No? Never mind.

Anyhow, I took a few snaps of the kids at a recent party and the results are far from pleasing ๐Ÿ˜ฆ .With me fiddling around with the camera settings a thousand times, the kids would get bored and start getting distracted. And I go click, click click nevertheless. The final results look like this :-

the pose-masters

Whiling the time talking to the goat/horse

Shobs is trying to do the 'Yo-Man' act

Summing up the venue

I’m yet to take ONE good snap of my kids ๐Ÿ˜ฆ . I don’t want to go to a professional yet…I know my kids wouldn’t cooperate (they never have. Drat it ๐Ÿ˜ !). Its up to me to improve I guess. And I’m hoping (really hoping) I get the hang of this thing before my kids fly the coop !

Till then, they gotta make do with some rather embarrassing pics from their childhood.

Awww c’mon sweetie, I’m sure your friends wouldn’t make fun of that pose of your’s. Tell them you were practising for your school’s annual day show . And Shobs darling, seriously, do ANY of your friends have a tongue as big as your’s? I’m sure they’re just jealous. And no darling, don’t ever think of hacking into my account and delete these….I have too many back-ups ๐Ÿ˜‰

 

 

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