Archive for February, 2012

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? 😐

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 πŸ™‚

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 😐 . 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 😐

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 πŸ™‚

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 πŸ˜€ ! 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 πŸ˜‰ ! 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 πŸ˜€ “. 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 πŸ™‚

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 πŸ™‚ . 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 πŸ™‚ )

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 😐 ) . 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 –


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!!


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 πŸ™‚

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 –


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.



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 😐 ?!!

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*** 😦 )

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 😦 . 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 😦 )


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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 πŸ˜€ . 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 toΒ  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 😦 .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 😦 . I don’t want to go to a professional yet…I know my kids wouldn’t cooperate (they never have. Drat it 😐 !). 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 πŸ˜‰



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Confronting The Nemesis

Dear Nemesis,

Coming back here was hard. I knew I’d bump into you one day or the other and when that happened, I knew that all the bitterness and hurt of those past years would come rushing back. I’d feel like the little new-comer once again and you would be your same arrogant self. Its been ages since I last parted ways from you and thankfully, God was gracious enough to keep you away from me. But now, I see no escape but to meet you. To confront you with aΒ  …….smile. To forgive you the hurt that you caused, which I’m sure you are still unaware of.

From all the bad treatment you meted out to me, I learnt exactly what not to do when I started mentoring freshers. The experience has been wonderful so far. Whenever I leave a place, its the young ones who come up to me and plead with me to stay back. I’ve been bestowed with titles of ‘Best Mentor EVER’ to ‘best guide’, ‘best senior’ and the like.

And you know what? I’m on cloud nine. Because , after suffering the worst fate with you, I did not eventually turn into you. I’ve made my place in people’s heart, if not on the corporate ladder (You are most welcome to stay up there. If getting promoted means joining you, I’d rather not. Pretty happy where I am right now πŸ™‚ ) . Of all the things I need to do now, is to meet you upfront. You’ve been avoiding me since the time you saw me here. Its okay. Its mutual. But don’t be surprised when I make that move. This is one bridge I do want to burn after I’ve crossed it. I’ve carried this pain long enough. I don’t want to give you the benefit of it any longer. You are not that important anymore πŸ™‚ .

But yes, I do thank you, because you’ve contributed immensely towards me being the person that I am today. Because I am something to others which you never were – kind!

See you around. Cheers!!



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Hello folks.

After a hiatus of months (just ignore those itsy-bitsy posts I did in between) I now plan to get back to full-time blogging PRONTO.

No more procrastinating, no more dilly-dallying, just pure, old-fashioned blogging. You know what that means?

Yes, I plan to once more bombard you all with the nitty-gritty happenings of the MomOfRS household, not to mention, the ever-teeth-gnashingly-annoying twins. By the way, did I mention that I’m now back in my parent company? No? Well, yes I am. And though its all warm and fuzzy to get back here, I do miss the crowd back there at the client’s. I’ve had some really good time there (and some awesome friends too). There are good friends here too, but apart from a couple who immediately made me feel at home after coming back, most are busy with their respective projects and friends. In other words, they have moved on. This is the cue that I must too and in no time, I surely will πŸ™‚ . But in the meanwhile, I’m feeling a tad low, a lot apprehensive and mega sleepy (The food here is good!! I swear. I kind of over-ate today. Having an awful time trying to keep my eyes open 😦 ).

On the update front, Granny is doing a little better (Alhamdulillah). She still can’t talk, but at least she attempts to. Her eyes aren’t as vacant as before and her responses are a little better than before. All the docs have advised against hospitalization, requesting us to just give her tonsΒ  of TLC. And when a doc says that, we all know what that means 😐 !! The twins, on their part are half the cause of GMIL’s progress. Lui spends some time each day, clambering on her big-dadi’s bed to press the old lady’s swollen feet. Shobby, who has recently developed an aversion to being kissedΒ  (I knew boys turn out like that sooner or later, never guessed it would be this early 😦 ) holds no qualms in hugging his big-dadi and planting loud smacks on her withered cheeks. He doesn’t mind getting kissed back by her either. Talk about preferences!!

On the personal front, the BF is uber-busy, with me needing to book appointments to talk to him 😐 ! And even then, he doesn’t have much time to chat 😦 . At home, once he’s back, the kids refuse to let go of him. so the poor chaps plays with the kids for a while before I finally manage to drag the brats off to bed. That reminds me, its been ages since I posted a snap of the twins. The last one I did was the one on their B’day post, which was in Nov!! The machines at work here don’t permit uploading of images *Grrrrrr….*, will have to do the needful from home, I guess!

I have a project interview tomorrow for which I’m ill-prepared. I’ll be fired with questions regarding a domain I know nothing of, but am keen on getting into. A little preparation is on the way but nothing teaches you as well as a good hands-on experience. Do pray that I get through (though secretly I doubt I will 😦 )
Thats all for now folks. Will keep you updated on the interview (and the food) tomorrow. Till then, Adios πŸ™‚

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I Bid My Farewell

So finally after 2.5 years, I bid my final farewell to the client side where I was working.

Frankly, I’m not upset as I believed I would be. I do have a twinge of guilt at leaving behind some excellent friends and some really awesome colleagues. But it was time for me to start looking out for myself rather than for the clients or for my company. I know I’ve done some good work here, but I believe I can do better. Unfortunately, that option wasn’t available here.

Though I started drafting my goodbye mail a couple of weeks back, I still couldn’t complete it on time.There were so many people to thank, so many goodbyes to say, that I ran out of words 😦 .

Tomorrow, I report to my old company. I’ll see the familiar faces and the familiar places. I’ll have coffee and lunch with people I used to around 3 years back. And I know that all the time I would be busy reminiscingΒ about the lovely friends I’ve left behind 😦 . Sometimes, I wonder why I can’tΒ  be professional and think about them as colleagues I’ve met on the path of my career. Why get so attached that I miss them more than the work that I did?!

No answers expected. I think I know! Its notΒ me. Its them. They are wonderful people, thats why I miss them!

Tomorrow’s another day. Rather, its only a few hours away. Its 2:30 AM and I cant sleep. Not sure if it is because I left the clients or because I have a project interview tomorrow!! Whatever the case, I’m missing out on sleep…..I doubt tomorrow will go along fine as I expect it to 😦

I guess I’m rambling here…must be the tired mind. I better log off then. G’night folks….see ya all soon….later,

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