Archive for October, 2012

For The Very First Time…..

….we made a trip with the kids to a …hold your breath…mall.


Thats right.


We were skeptical and undecided, then finally, we gave in. It was just a matter of an hour or so. We thought about it and discussed at length. No, don’t get us wrong. The BF and I have a LOT of things to talk about, but taking the kids to a mall is a decision we’ve been putting off since the time they were born. Strolling through one is not really our idea of a good time, but the BF had visited one mall where he saw kids enjoying a few rides in the play area and immediately thought that our kids would love it too.

After a lot of pondering over, we decided to go just this one time, since we had an hour or so to kill before visiting a relative. Also, the twin’s birthday is around the corner and we became a little generous towards them πŸ˜€

Anyhow, so it being a Sunday, we expected the place to be crowded. We took a quick stroll, looking for the play-area. Instead, we found an adorable toy-train which would take the kids around the floor. The per head cost of ticket was 100/- which gave me a cardiac. But since the train was super cute and the twins were super excited, I gave in.  Luckily, it wasn’t over-flowing, and we made our way around the floor. The BF didn’t join us, for obvious reasons πŸ˜€ .

Once the train ride was over (too quickly, if you ask me 😐 ), we went over to the play-area.  The rides which would cost 10/- anywhere else in the city, were billed at 40/- each. The worst part was that we just couldn’t pick any ride and be done with it! We had to purchase a card worth 220/- and then we could use any ride we wanted. This kind of flummoxed us and I was about to back out. My middle-class sensibilities reacted violently at this blatant loot. But the kids were already clambering into the toy helicopters and the BF just didn’t have the heart to ask them to come out. So we bought the cards and took the kids through the various rides.

The twins enjoyed all the rides, obviously πŸ™‚

“Mumma, kitna mazza aa raha hai”, squealed Lui, as the toy boat swung up and down. Well, the happiness on the twin’s faces were worth every penny spent, I must say.

Once the rides were over, we went over to the food court. Now, this was a bad decision on all counts. For two adults and two toddlers, we shelled out nearly 1000/- . The fact that the food wasn’t worth the price grated on us. The only reason we ate there was because the kids were tired and hungry and it would have taken us time to go out somewhere else.

Anyhow, sharing a few pics from the evening . Getting Shobby to pose for a pic is the toughest task ever. Just when I’m ready to click, he turns his head right. Then left. And then, thankfully, he looks straight ahead. Luckily, no such problem with Lui πŸ™‚ .:-

Overall, it was a fun evening, but not something we would be doing again.

On their part, the kids totally erased the memory of the mall-trip the minute we reached home. They haven’t mentioned it or the rides since last week. It almost as if they never went there 😐 (we took them there last to last Sunday), which works just fine for us. Probably, the kids didn’t enjoy it as much to demand a second trip!

Hopefully, the next time they step into one, will be when they are much older and wiser πŸ˜€



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Sometimes, I feel that the kids are changing and evolving rapidly, throwing away old habits and learning new ones. We talk to the twins about how they used to crawl as babies, the way they used to drool, the way they used to clap their hands. The twins, needless to say, find these tales highly amusing, as if tickled at the thought that they ever behaved like that!

A lot has changed over the years. Their eating habits, sleep patterns, social behavior, characteristics, etc. Sometimes, I wonder where my little babies disappeared to, leaving behind two impish elves πŸ™‚ . The kids I now have are loud, opinionated, stubborn and high-strung. It doesn’t mean that they less loving or adorable. That they have in bundles πŸ™‚ . In a way, I’m glad that they are evolving into personalities and can no longer be clubbed as just ‘babies’. Lui always had a distinct persona around her and slowly, but gradually, Shobby has carved his own. They are both as similar as chalk and cheese andΒ  more than a mother, I perform the role of an umpire. The judge. It is both harrowing as well as entertaining, depending on the time of the day (and also my mood πŸ˜€ )

But when the kids are asleep, some remote instinct kicks in. They forget their squabbles and differences. And never mind how far I place them on the bed, they find each other. Even after all these years, even after keeping them away from each other through the day, I cannot keep them away from snuggling up to each other at night 😐

See it for yourself –

Then :-

Joined at birth…? At 9 months


Still joined πŸ™‚ at touching 4

There was a picture on Facebook once, of two little babies, premies, snuggling inside the same incubator. Apparently, being premature babies, they were extremely fragile and were kept in two separate incubators. One of the kids’ health kept deteriorating, until one nurse thought of keeping them both in the same incubator.

And Voila!!Β  Both the kids started showing signs of rapid improvement ( Unfortunately I cannot access FB to post the link here. You might just have to hunt for it πŸ™‚ )

My twins, needless to say, seek each other’s company when in slumber, because since the time their hearts beat together, they’ve found company in each other.

May Allah bless this beautiful bond that is so beyond our understanding. I’m sure all twins/triplets/and other ‘Lets’ must be sharing similar experiences with their siblings. I can only see it from a distance and rejoice, but they are lucky enough to experience it.

May this bonding never change. Ameen.

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Title : Barnabas

Author : Sangeeta Nambiar

Publisher : Westland

Price : 250/-

is particular

The book has a lot going for it, but the simmering undertones of resentment towards the British was what caught my attention the most. A pity that this particular angle wasn’t explored much.

The story is about Barnabas C. Mehta, named thus because his father was always ready with the necessary ‘bandobast’ for his white master. The white master, Curtis, treats Barnabas like his own son, the one who will inherit Curtis’ vast knowledge and his love for the spirits! It is Curtis who encourages Barnabas to pursue his deduction skills and also prints formal visiting cards for Barnabas, if only to open the doors for the son of a servant cook, which otherwise would have been impossible in a British dominated Mumbai.

Barnabas takes up the investigation of the missing wife of a wealthy dockyard owner, Stanton.Β  What initially appeared like a well-planned escape plan by the wife, takes a more gruesome turn when dead bodies turn up unexpectedly. The investigating office declares it an open and shut case, but Barnabas believes otherwise. Following his instincts and clues gleaned through painstaking ways, he leads the case to ‘closure’.

Most of the book, as expected, is dedicated to Barnabas’ efforts in piecing the clues together. There is a simplicity in his approach which is in sync with his surroundings. His dilemma regarding the British is also understandable. Like he says, who in living memory remembers how it feels to be truly ‘independent’? Would Indians be able to manage on their own, when neither the current generation nor their ancestors had any experience in running a country? These questions reflect the conflicts that I’m sure many youth in those days must have faced.

The characters are well etched, except maybe the detective’s father, whose loyalty to Curtis clashes with his loyalty to the nation. I wish we had a clearer view of what Chetan (the father) truly felt about his years of service and the life that Barnanas led, thanks to Curtis.

BeingΒ  a die-hard Agatha Christie fan, I kept a sharp lookout for red-herrings, which the Dame was famous for. Surprisingly, there weren’t any. I don’t mean to say that the story was predictable, but the fact is, halfway through the book, I knew who had done it. I even deduced why it was done. The only thing that kept me glued was the ‘how’!! And it was rather gripping to read through it.Β  What truly made the book stand out was the innate Indian-ness of the detective and the blockers in his search for truth. That he meekly gives in to silence when he would in fact like to rip the other person apart, speaks volumes of the subjugation of Indians, in their own land.

“Barnabas” is a very well-written book. Like I mentioned before, it is a simple book, barely giving in to anything fancy. Read it while going on a trip or during a meal break. It will keep you adequately occupied. You won’t be disappointed.

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This review has been more than delayed in coming. My sincere apologies to Yashodhara. After all the trouble she took to get the book across to me, I kept her waiting for the review 😐

My fault 😦

Truthfully speaking, I started reading her blog only after I entered her contest . But more than winning the book, I think my real reward was her blog itself. It was so full of daily humour, like the kinds found in Erma Bombeck books (another favourite)Β  that I became an instant addict !

But coming to the good part, the book ROCKS!!

Firstly, I had a terrible time getting through the book. No, no, don’t take me wrong. Its all the book’s fault!! Its not that I have a terrible reading speed, but seriously, if I have a twin soul somewhere out there, then it must be Yash.

No kidding, seriously.

Right from the very beginning, from the uncertainties of getting married, to the married-in-Bangalore-honeymooned-in-Goa, to having a baby…it all seemed so much as though I was reading a slightly alteredΒ  biography about myself πŸ™‚

After every few pages, I would be lost in memories, evoked by some text in the book and I would find myself traveling along memory lanes I’d forgotten. It would take me time to come back and finish what I was reading. Sometimes, I would forget where I was and would need to start reading the last few pages again 😐

Clearly, the book is written from the heart. The beauty of its content lies in its simplicity, in its recollection of everyday instances, in its honesty about the little idiosyncrasies we all have. So the way Vijay confuses ‘contraction’ with ‘contraption’ when pacing nervously at his wife’s labor is something that even the BF does. Not pace, bungle up words when hyper πŸ™‚ .

The day-to-day life of a newly married couple is so charmingly captured,Β  I doubt anyone would shake their head in wonder. Its all so believable because we’ve been there!

Yashodhara’s writing is simple. But the humor isn’t. It lurks right there, between the lines. Through the little tales of struggling through the first year, you can’t help but smile at the funny anecdotes and similes strewn throughout πŸ™‚ . Some parts even had me laughing out loud. like the one where Y is learning to drive and she almost drives off, with Vijay hanging on to the open door, one leg still outside πŸ˜€ . This incident is close to me, because the BF cited the very same reason when he refused to accompany me in my training sessions . He was sure I would leave him hanging out πŸ˜€

The birth of Baby Peanut and the resulting mood swings, incompetent handling of a newborn, the worries about career and home,Β  are all very well captured. They are as relate-able as looking at a mirror of our own lives.

Here’s a BIG thumbs up to Yash. For a debut, she makes a rather solid start!

My only gripe would be with the proof-reading. But the errors are few and far between and don’t rankle enough to divert from the book . So no harm done πŸ™‚

Do lay your hands on the book. It really is a rollicking ride πŸ™‚

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Apologies for the layout. My formatting’s off and the preview button isn’t working. I have no idea how this post will look like. Kindly excuse πŸ™‚


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My Loss

It was bedtime and the twins were busy guzzling down their milk.

I still hadn’t changed to home clothes (since I’d returned late from work) and was in my day’s office wear.

The twins finished their milk and sported big, white milk mustaches.

Lui grinned at me and leaned forward . I was sure this girl was going to wipe her mouth on my dress. I snapped at her to use a napkin.

She leaped back, stung. Giving me the saddest look I’ve ever seen in her eyes, she said,”Mai to sirf pappi de rahi thi”.


Yes, I felt smaller than a beetle.

Lui is a serial kisser, who loves to shower her love in the form of kisses. when she’s in the mood, she doesn’t bother what body part of the other person is available. So I’ve been kissed on the head, tummy, shoulders and even feet 😐

But last night, I felt awful. Though I pulled up my daughter and hugged her for all I was worth, I realized that a precious moment was lost. For what? A dress that could be easily washed the next day?!

Another lesson learned. A Child’s love is precious. Respect it!

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So Wrong About Us!!

*The statements written here are not intended to be offensive to anyone. I’m mostly ranting about the depiction of muslims. Kindly excuse πŸ™‚ *

I saw the movie “OMG: Oh My God” this weekend. It was a rather enjoyable watch as it made a strong case against unnecessary rituals and customs but not faith. Faith is unique, it is personal and it is within us. Hunting for it outside is a lack of conviction in the faith itself. The arguments in favor of blind faith were very powerful and I’m really hoping that people watch this movie with an open mind. Watch it and understand that God does not need our delicacies and fruits and jewellery. People who offer all these to idols of God, are doing what exactly?? I cringe each time I see milk being poured over idols 😦 . I’m sure many people who have seen the film would question the validity of their rituals. One friend at work had once narrated an incident where a ‘pujari’ refused to perform certain rituals for the friend’s house-warming ceremony. His words were, “There is no need. The process of following certain age-old rituals is equivalent to carrying the corpse of your ancestors. It serves no purpose but weighs you down unnecessarily”. We were mighty impressed by this, mainly becauseΒ  it came from a priest, people who are themselves sticklers for rituals !

Anyhow, I digress.

The bone of contention that I had to pick, was that like every other Hindi movie, this one too was highly inaccurate about the Muslim way of belief.Β  As always, I shook my head in dismay at the wrongful depiction of Islam and its rituals. How difficult is it really, to get hold of a regular muslim and just ‘ask’ him about the religion?

I think the earliest perpetrator of fueling misconceptions was that sorry tale of a romance, wedding and divorce, called “Nikaah”. For years I’ve been fending off remarks on how muslims either live in mansions or in shanties. Sorry, but there is a HUGE population which lives in between the two levels.

For years I wasted efforts in telling friends that saying “Talak, Talak, Talak” three times in a row does not qualify a divorce. The method of claiming Talak (according to Quran) takes months!! Each utterance of ‘talak’ should be separated by a period of one month, during which the families have to try and reconcile the two parties. The ‘talak’ should be uttered in the presence of witnesses and religious priests.Β  Also, if the priests or family elders believe that the warring couples can be reconciled, given time, then a divorce proceeding may be extended by a few more months. Lastly, the most important part, women have an equal authority to demand a talak, only that, in their case, the word is ‘Khulla’. Irrespective of who asks for the divorce first, the woman is entitled to alimony/maintenance and Mehr (if she has children) or just mehr (if she doesn’t have kids).

There were plenty of ignorant muslims who used the movie as an example to obtain a quick divorce. There were variations, wherein coward men sent across their intentions via the phone/internet. The worst part was that many other ignoramuses fell for the ruse and didn’t bother to check if the other party was following the correct Islamic practice.

There are plenty of fools in every religion and I guess we have our fair share too 😐

But it isn’t just about “Nikaah”. Even new-age movies like “Dilli-6” go wrong. In one of the songs, Abhishek Bachchan is shown kneeling down for a Sajda. Shooting in the Jama Masjid, how long does it take to observe the hundreds of muslims praying there to check for the correct posture, method? So Abhishek bows down and touches his forehead to the ground, where everyone else around him touches the nose along with the forehead, which is the correct method. It might seem like a trivial matter, but really, it peeves me to no end!! And No, we do NOT pray with the Quran in front of us. Karan Johar, you got it all wrong in KKHH !

Coming back to OMG, I couldn’t help but agree with movieΒ  “OMG”, mostly because this is exactly what Islam preaches – do away with irrelevant rituals, customs. Allah just needs your love and faith. As long as we have the love of Allah in our hearts, we don’t need to do anything else. What is namaz, if not the interaction between us and the Lord above?? You directly pray to him, without the constraints of a third party, without the barriers of barricades without the worries of monetary payments! The only reason muslim men go to the Masjid (a simple room with bare walls) for prayers is because the Quran directs men to pray as a group, though each one’s prayer is his own.

When Paresh Rawal’s character questions the beliefs of the religious heads, regarding Islam, he questions the faith of ‘chadar chadhana’ at dargahs. Well, you know what?? A LOT of muslims worry about the ‘chadar chadhana’ ritual ourselves! It amuses us to see people of other faiths coming to the dargah to ask for the pir/baba’s blessings, whereas us muslims go to the dargah to pray for the pir/baba! To beg Allah to shower all his mercies and benevolence on the person who came this far east to spread the message of Islam. To thank Allah for sending the messenger our way (A lot of my friends believe that Islam was brought to India by the Mughals, which is equal to believing that Chinese food was brought to India by Chinese, when in actual, it was brought to India by Tibetans and Nepalis. There is a difference there. I hope my analogy makes sense 😐 . Mughals were responsible for very few conversions. Its is people like Khwaja Nizamuddin Aulia, Delhi, and Khwaja Gareeb Nawaz, Ajmer who had better success in preaching about Islam. The earliest converts were people from lower strata of the society, who were tempted at the security of equality and brotherhood as a way of life).

I bet this is one fact you didn’t know, right?? Not many people do 😐 

We don’t ask the pir/baba to help us. He cannot, since he was a mortal human himself. The only one who may fulfill our wishes/prayers is the one God above.

The other kind of muslim stereotyping is with the clothes we wear. For years, movies showed muslim women wearing shararas(one piece lehenga) and ghararas(divided lehenga) at home!! Get real people!! Muslim women wear shalwar-kameez or Saris at home. Even the rich ones! And no, pathanis are not the sworn dress code for men. Sure it looks good, but most muslim men would wear a pathani only on a Friday for the afternoon prayers (which are similar to Christian’s Sunday mass – prayers followed by sermon). The rest of the time, they wear regular clothes, you know, the trousers and denim kind. Surma is mostly used on special occasions, like Eid, except for women, who may apply it whenever (like me, who uses is every single day!).

There are a few exceptions though, like the movie Aamir, where the lead was from a regular muslim family, whose sister and brother wore regular college attire – jeans and t-shirts and whose mother was inΒ  sari. They didn’t need to display superficial visual aids which screamed out “MUSLIMS”.

Anyhow, I think if I linger any longer, I’ll get on a tangential train of thought. So for now, I’ll just wrap up by saying that Hindi movies, in general, do a lot of disservice to muslims. But then, they do a whole lot more damage to the other kinds, Sikhs, Parsis, South Indians….which is really a pity 😦 . I’ve lived in Punjab for three years and I know that very few Punjabis are loud and boisterous. The people I’d met were mostly pleasant and dignified. They are colourful, yes πŸ˜€

On an aside, we had a discussion at home once, on how the muslim community started celebrating the ‘Urs’ or death anniversary of a religious saint when such acts are prohibited in the Quran. The FIL said that a long time ago, when Islam was still new and muslims were spread far and wide, the Urs was a means of having a social gathering…..of having like-minded people come together, share knowledge, learn Arabic, teach the Quran. Slowly, over the decades, it turned into a circus. Though some muslims in India still celebrate the Urs in Ajmer with great fanfare, it is an activity which is mostly looked down upon by muslims around the world. Why? Because the Urs allows baseless rituals, like carrying a plate of goodies or flowers on your head for the Khwaja to fulfill your mannat.Β Β  This is exactly what Islam is against 😐

There!! I went on a tangent again. So I better stop now. Else there will be no end to this post.

Once again, this post isn’t meant to offend anyone, but in case some statements have inadvertently done so, then I forward my humble apologies.

Be at peace πŸ™‚


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Another PTA


Yes, this is exactly what I noticed after visiting the twin’s school for the parent-teachers meetings. There were deep furrows on the brow and not so pretty trenches from nose to chin.

I hated those dratted meets when I was a kid and guess what?? I hate them even more now that I’m a parent. This just goes to show that only the teachers enjoy these sessions where they make the everyone else feel like lab rats 😐

Anyhow, had a meeting at the twin’s school today. There wasn’t much to do as I reached 5 minutes late and the speeches had begun. Got a seat in the last row from where I couldn’t see anything up ahead. The speeches went on and on and on. I think I zoned out after a while. There were some small performances from a group of kids, which just made me realize that my kids weren’t selected for any of the performances (the school had given an off to all other students). Oh well! Lui-Shobs weren’t meant for the stage, I guess. Must have inherited that gene from their father.

After nearly an hour and a half, I got my chance to meet up with the class teachers (yep, there were two of them).
When I said, I’m Lui and Shobs mother, the first teacher gave a big grin, shook her head from left to right, probably remembering something severely naughty about the twins and just told me that the kids were doing fine.

Wow. Some consolation that.

The second teacher was a lot more direct. When I told her I was Lui and Shobs mother, she gave a big grin, shook her head from left to right and Wait! Thats all the similarity between the two teachers! After the secret smile, she proceeded to dump a list of issues about the twins. “Lui is too talkative” (yeah! Tell me about it πŸ™„ ), “She disrupts the class with her tales” (YAAAWWWNN), “Poor writing skills” (MUST ask Lui to start writing her own blog) .

With Shobby, she was more lenient. “He doesn’t write much”, “He doesn’t colour much”, “He doesn’t recite much”. This came as a shock, since Shobby is forever scribbling, colouring and reciting at home. I mentioned the same to the teacher. “Then he must be doing a lot at home and getting bored in school. Please stop him from doing all that at home” (Huh?!! Didn’t see this one coming 😐 )

The one point on which the two teachers agreed wholeheartedly was that the twins are social animals. I mean, they are socially active. They talk to everyone, play with everyone and share their lunch boxes with everyone.Β  Unlike some other kids, they don’t stick to one particular friend (I think they do enough sticking with each other and revel in the luxury of being with other kids πŸ™‚ )

Overall, there was no need for me to break out in cold sweat as I awaited my turn.

But still… PTA??!! Not enjoyable.

The only concern from my side is that Lui writes mirror images. Her ‘5’, ‘2’, ‘7’, ‘B’ ,etc are all written in opposite direction. It could just be a temporary thing or it could be indication of something more serious. Anyone encountered this problem before? Any suggestions?? Is this worth worrying about?? Any input will be most appreciated.

P.S : Any suggestions/home remediesΒ  for those damn wrinkles would be appreciated too.

P.P.S : I mean it 😐

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I’ve been MIA for the last week and for good reason too.
The In-Laws left for Hajj on Monday night (Alhamdulillah). Needless to say, it was a madhouse at the MomOfRS household with relatives, friends and well-wishers dropping by to pay their respects and to request prayers on their behalf.

The in-laws had to attend a 40-day workshop on the procedures and rituals that need to be followed during the 40-day pilgrimage. They will, in fact be staying for 45 days, since this year is the year of Al-Hajj Al-Akbar. After attending a host of coaching classes, medical tests, vaccinations and the works, they were declared ready for the holiest of all journeys πŸ™‚ .
Labaikallah humma labaik, labaika la shareeka labaik.

Since the trip was for 45 days, the MIL didn’t get a leave beforehand, so she had to work full-time on Monday, which was kind of sad, because we were hoping that she get some rest before the journey began (they had to leave for Mumbai around 1am Tuesday, check-in was at 7am and the flight departure was at 11am. The minute they land at Jeddah, they have a bus to Mecca and from there, they have to proceed for the first arkaan ).
But the rush of family and friends prevented her from getting a shut-eye even for five minutes 😦
The only upside was that the minute they landed in Mecca, all physical discomforts and tiredness was forgotten. They were excited, exhilarated and at peace πŸ™‚

Not much of the peaceful scenario back home, I’m afraid.
Firstly, this is the first time in my nearly 6 years of married life that I’m left alone to manage the household all by myself 😐 . Earlier, there was the GMIL and after her, it was MIL who looked into the nitty-gritties of home-work. To add to my woes, possibly EVERYONE around me shared my low opinion on my capabilities 😦 . People consoled me by the dozens, volunteering their time and efforts, ready to babysit the twins and even come and stay with us till the in-laws return. It was actually very kind of them all…..but somewhere inside , I felt the deep urge to prove them all wrong.
Heck, its just 45 days, right?!
How can I not manage for a measly month and a half?
So what if I didn’t know till now how much we paid the maids?
So what if I didn’t know where the gas-cylinder books were kept or the milk coupons were?
So what if I shudder involuntarily at the thought of managing so many people on my own??
Today is the third day and I’m glad to say, we haven’t sunk yet. This ship still sails and how πŸ˜€ !!
The BF and the BIL are cooperating in a much better way than before…..ready to juggle work-hours and take up little responsibilities at home. The twins….well, no change in the twins, except that they keep asking for their grandparents, wondering why they aren’t back yet 😐

On my part, I want to redo the entire house by the time they return. I plant to buy new plants (because the all the old ones DIED. Yes, I managed to kill them all again 😦 ), just so that the terraces don’t look funny with all those empty pots.
I plan to refurbish the drawing room, add some cupboards to the kitchen (also get some pest-control done), clear up half the mess in my room, paint a wall bright orange, or maybe, we’ll just paint a wall with a nice jungle theme πŸ˜€ , visits all the relatives I never made time for before, take the kids to places we kept planning to take them to but never did (which does not mean malls and theaters!! These items are still off the list!) and essentially, make time for stuff I never made time for before. This includes a lot of home-improvement activities. I mean, the idea is to pleasantly surprise the in-laws when they return, not give them the proverbial cardiac πŸ˜€
I have two willing andΒ  able assistants to fulfill these plans, we now await this weekend, when we will finally chalk out a plan on what all we need to do and how to go about doing it.
Its gonna be fun πŸ™‚
The twins will of course, come under everyone’s feet, but what the hell, we’ll let them paint a wall by themselves πŸ˜€
Its sure gonna be fun.
Wait. I said that already 😐
What the heck, I’ll say it again πŸ™‚

PS: Will do a proper (read : appropriately solemn) post on the in-law’s Hajj trip once they get back (with the pictures, I hope !). It is indeed a once in a lifetime opportunity and me and the BF seriously plan to put in our names for the next year’s list.

Thats all for today. Have a nice day you all. Be good πŸ™‚

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Simply Shobby

This one’s been sitting in the drafts. I’d intended to post it as soon as I’d posted the one on Lui here.

With Lui babbling non-stop, it would be erroneous to assume that Shobby is more restrained of the two. He talks just as much, if not more. The only thing that strikes strongly, is the way these two talk. If Lui is loud, opinionated and brash, Shobby is restrained, humble and inquisitive. Which eventually means that we end up answering a lot of questions that we’d otherwise love to avoid. When he starts on his interrogation, nothing can deter him from the path except his own conviction of our replies.

(These kids are tough on my nerves, I tell you 😐 )

The other difference is that where Lui has no qualms on flaunting her broken English, Shobby is extremely cautious. He’d rather say the right words or not say anything at all. Mostly, he speaks in English only with me and if I correct him, he takes it in stride. But if I correct him in public (read, in front of other family members), he goes into a shell and refuses to speak further 😐

I’ve realized lately that Shobby is indeed a much more well-balanced kid in terms of his choice of speech. He expresses himself beautifully and sometimes, when he says something in his solemn way, it just hits right at the vicinity of the heart πŸ™‚ . Sample this :-

1) Shobby was disgruntled that I’d bought Lui a pair of jeans and some colourful vests. I couldn’t find the same two items for him that day and had promised to buy them next time I go shopping. Well, I forgot all about it. Shobbs kept reminding me every other day and finally, after an hours of hunting down stores, I found jeans that would fit him and most important, colourful vests (for the record, colourful vests come for kids who are toddlers. Stores keep only white vests for kids four and above. Luckily, Shobby is a tad small for his age and so I bought him the vests for the 3-4 age group, instead of the 4-5, which will be his range startingΒ  next month).

So pleased was my boy that he strutted around the house with the parcel tucked under his arm. He wouldn’t let me keep it in his cupboard, he wouldn’t let Lui check it out, in short, he refused to keep it out of his sight. Finally, when it was bed-time, I convinced him to keep it in his cupboard. He came along with me and we made it a secret affair to open the cupboard and ‘hide’ the parcel, lest Lui sees it. As I closed the cupboard, Shobby looked up at me with a big smile and said, “Mumma, aap mere liye itna samaan laye na, mai bahut khush ho gaya. Thank You”.

I stood there, too stunned for words. I’ve heard people expressing gratitude before, but Shobby’s genuinely heartfelt thanks was the purest πŸ™‚

2) I was making Uttapas once day. Both kids demanded to be fed first. So I cut the first uttappa into two and gave it to them in two separate plates. Lui started gobbling hers. Shobby took a bite from his plate, munched thoughtfully and finally swallowed.

“Mummy, mujhe uttappa bahut pasand hai. Aapne achcha banaye”,Β  and he walks away with his plate. I’m left there, looking at his back. Lui gave me a quizzical look and went back to eating her’s.

3) Its not always that my son compliments me. Sometimes, when his lunchbox is not empty when he comes back from school and I ask him about it, he has no qualms in directly telling me,” Aapne achcha nahin banaye . Aapko theek se pakana nahin aata”.


4) Until a year back, it was Lui who was possessive of her brother but these days have seen her do an about turn. It is Shobby who is perpetually worried about his sister’s well-being, whereas Lui happily gives him the cold shoulder.

So a couple of days back, Shobby was done with his morning bath, but Lui was raising her crankiness levels. She refused to take a bath and started throwing her tantrum right outside the bathroom door. She was busy rolling on the floor when the MIL came and threatened to douse her with cold water if she (Lui) didn’t get into the bathroom asap.

“Nahin dadi, nahin”, yelled a voice from inside the bathroom,”woh meri bhen hai. Usko satao mat”. Not behen. He said Bhen. And said it with the authority of one who has the sole right over his sister πŸ™‚

5) It is late at night. The BF is delayed once more, he messaged me that he would be home around 12 in the night. I get the kids ready for bed, switch off the lights and start on a bed-time story. Suddenly, Shobby chirps up,”Mumma, Abbu abhi tak nahin aaye”.

“IΒ  know baby”, I coo at him,”he is working late today”. Shobby becomes quiet. Lui urges me to continue the story. I start off once again.

“Mujhe Abbu ki yaad aa rahi hai”, says a small voice, obviously Shobby’s.

“Its okay”, I reassure him,” Abbu will be back soon”. He’s quiet again. I think he’s done with his worries and carry on with the story once more.

“Jab Abbu ayenge, mai unko gussa karoonga”, he pips up once again,”good peoples office se jaldi ghar aate hain”.

“Yeah right”, I can’t help but agree πŸ™‚

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The Butterfly Effect

Morning hurry.
Wake up kids, WAKE UP!!
No lights!! Darn! Should have ironed their uniforms yesterday itself!
Lights back. Great!!
Kids up. Brushed.Bathed.Dressed.
I’m dressed too.
Lui : Mumma, come here. Yeh clip lagao.
Whats wrong with this girl?! We are running late and she insists that I adorn her clip!
Lui doesn’t budge till I give in and clamp the dratted clip on my head.
Drink your milk. FAST!
Socks? Check.
Shoes? Check.
Bags? Lunchbox? Bottles? Books? Diary? Check.Check.Check.Check.Check.
Goodbye Abbu…..and we go down.
Meet one neighbour. Share greetings.
Meet another. Some more greetings. Met one more! Whats this?? Everyone seems to be out at the same time today 😐
Wait for the van with the kids.
MIL comes down to leave for her school.
Bids goodbye to the kids and me.
“Is that your clip?” She ask as she departs.
My hand reaches for my head and thats when it strikes me – I met half the society people this morning, sporting a big, bright orange butterfly clip on my head 😐
Go on, laugh it out.
But believe me, you wouldn’t have wanted to be in my shoes 😐

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