Archive for September 5th, 2013

….a lot happened.

And I mean, A LOT!!!

Some of it was good, some was okay and some things were too hard to deal with. Overall, I don’t regret a single day of being at home 🙂

The funny part is that, now that I’m back in office, at least 4 people have asked me if I had a boy or a girl 😐

Go on, laugh it off…its not everyday that a woman takes off 5 months from her professional life to do  – nothing! Alas, I had to disappoint them. It was hard, because the lump that formed in my throat was tough to push down. It was hard not to burst into laughter or cringe at their conclusion. It wasn’t their fault , really. Given my expanded form due to inactivity, anyone could be mistaken. In fact, now that I look back, I realize some people did give me pitying looks…hmmm…wonder what they were thinking!

*Sigh* Such is life 😐

Anyhow, I’m back at work, sans new kids, thank you very much. Am much refreshed and raring to go. But before I go into all that I’m going to do, here’s a summary of all that happened before :-

1) The BF came back for a vacation in April. Since the kids were on leave, I was on leave and he was on leave, we had a blissful time together. Late mornings and even later nights were the order of the day 🙂 . We didn’t go out much because of the terrible heat but it was just wonderful to be free and without work and worries for a while. Truly, it was a time well spent.

2) Me and the BF had a bike accident. A day prior to the BF’s departure, we were returning from visiting his friend, whose wife had delivered a bonny baby boy. On the way back, we were forced to apply brakes because a couple of teenage guys took a wide turn at high speed and were about to collide with us. If we hadn’t braked then, all of us would have been hurt. Thankfully, it was just us. And even more grateful we are to Allah that we didn’t bump our heads or break any bones. We had a hundred bruises all over but none of them were deep or critical. The BF was guilt-ridden and pain-ridden. He just wanted to go home. I was sane enough to suggest that we needed to get the wounds cleaned up at a hospital. Luckily, the bike was functional and we somehow made it to the hospital close to our house. It was nearly 12 in the night and the casualty department had a couple of more patients.

The nurses on duty cleaned us up well I admit, but it stung like hell. Like HELL!! Can’t even begin to describe how it felt when some acid was poured on the open wounds to kill the germs. By the way, I’m proud to say that we didn’t squeal one bit. I almost passed out with the pain, but I didn’t squeal or yelp 😀

3) A lady at the hospital thought I was the BF’s mother.

So there I was, waiting outside while he was being tended to inside. This lady, who had accompanied her aged father to the clinic was waiting outside. She started this small talk about old age problems. “Its very difficult for people of his age”, she said, pointing to her father,”In another 10-15 years, even we will be facing the same fate”.

A warning bell rang at the mention of “we”, but I kept a sympathetic smile in place.

“We women our lucky in some things, unlucky in some”, she continued,”Osteoporosis is a big concern”.

I nodded my agreement.

Aapko bhi problem hoti hai kya?”, she asked.

Huh?! What?? Was she talking about the Big O and me in the same breath?

“Err…..what problem”, I asked innocently.

Wahi...Osteoporosis, 40 ke baad toh sabko hoti hai“.

😐 😐 😐

I couldn’t speak. Frankly, with the pain and the shock of the accident, this added insult was the last straw. I just looked at her blankly.

“Is that your son inside”, she asked. Probably she didn’t understand my silence.

“No. He’s my husband”, I said as firmly as I could.

“Ohhhh. O- OHHHHHH!!!!”.

Yup, that was the last I heard from her.

When I mentioned it to the BF, he said that it wasn’t the lady’s fault. While we were skidding, we embraced the road-dust for nearly 20-25 feet. He said my hair almost looked grey-white and my face looked no better.

But yeah, am still bitter about the whole thing 😦

4) A Wedding in Tamil Nadu. After simply ages, I got to meet my relatives from Tambaram and the surrounding areas, thanks to cousin H’s wedding. If there was one blot on the entire proceedings, it was the heat. I swear I could fry omelets on the road. The kids got sick and tired of the sweat, so did I.

The saving graces were the trips to the wonderfully clean beaches and of course, Pondicherry. Its Puducherry now, but somehow, I prefer the “Pondi” to the “Pudu”. The lovely blue water of the sea, the clean, CLEAN golden sand, loads of sea shells, two squealing with delight kids and my parents. Life couldn’t get any better. I really wish the BF could accompany us , but he was back in the US by then.

5) The Bangalore Trip. A trip to the “maika” is always welcome, isn’t it? Somehow, knowing that you can get up late, sleep late, eat what you want, not eat if you don’t want to, just laze about or go visit the Bro and Sis whenever the mood strikes is so liberating. Not that I can’t do all of that here, but somehow, parents tend to pamper us and make it really hard to go back to reality 😦 . It was a wonderful time. The kids had a blast with Cousin SA and M, whom they get to see just about once a year. They bonded well, played to their heart’s content and luckily, required very little monitoring. Unfortunately, Aapa couldn’t join us with her two kids, she was stuck in Pune 😦

6) I finally started driving our Maruti. I joined a  four-wheeler driving class and summoned up the courage to take out our car. I still haven’t got the confidence to take it out at peak rush time, sticking to the 6AM slot when the roads are relatively empty. But I’m confident I can make it to a later time slot shortly. So wish me luck 🙂

7) My uncle passed away 😦 . About three years back, my aunt had passed away. My uncle took her demise rather badly. He never came out of his grief. In the last three years, he became a different person altogether. His health deteriorated rapidly. On the aunt’s birthdate in August, he expressed his desire to join her. A week later, he was admitted to the ICU for bleeding in the brain cavity after a routine dialysis. He slipped into coma shortly after and never came out. The day after Eid, he passed away. Its been a terrible loss, specially for my cousins who have lost both parents. But they are young boys, one of them is even married. I’m sure they will get their lives back on track.

But one is never too old to not need a parent. I can’t imagine my life without mine!

8) On the lesser issues, the twins started school, became smart-mouths by the minute and started giving me hell, we had some renovations done in the house (which required my staying at home throughout the day), The BF came back for another short vacation (he’s here right now), we had an engagement in the family, did lots of shopping and got loads of gifts from the BF (I LOVE this guy 🙂 ) and I’m sure I’m missing out more things to list, but I’ll stop for now. My fingers are aching from all that typing 😀

(I really need to get back to the blogging groove !)

Till then, see ya all. Hang around, I’ll post more 🙂

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