Thanks to you all, I have finally managed to collect the required documents for my passport. Hopefully, I’ll get a submission date sometime this week and after that, all is in Allah’s hands π . I think I’ve been jinxed enough already. Every time I get one step closer to joining the BF, something or the other pulls me back two steps! BTW, have I mentioned that I finally got my visa? Well, I did, after a horrendous wait of 10 months! There are many other factorsΒ which will decode whether I finally get to join him or not! Keeping fingers crossed…….the twins are so, SO keen to see the snow…and hopefully (inshaAllah), we’ll fulfill their wish this winter π
Else, I’ll just hand then both a cube of ice π
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I had to get my photograph taken this weekend for the passport submission. The neighborhood Kodak store came to the rescue and the fellow assured me that I’ll get good quality prints in an hour. Well enough, I said, as I sat demurely in front of a white curtain. A look at the mirror in front of me had me a little worried. For the last few weeks, I have been suffering a severe facial allergy which has left me with some horrible red/brown rashes. The marks were still there π¦
The photographer took a couple of snaps and asked me to select the one which I wanted to get printed. I selected the least offensive one and went my way. Later that evening, I collected the snaps and came back home. Going through the snaps, I realized that , man! I still look good π
But hey, wait an effing minute? Is that my snap?? Well…it did seem so.
Then, why did it look so different?? I mean, it was me, but it was somehow not me? Got what I’m saying?!
And then, with a bang, it hit me – The photographer Photoshopped me π !!
There was distinct airbrushing around the cheeks and nose which gave me a smooth , blemish-free alabaster skin tone! I’m not sure whether to be flattered that I have such a lovely snap of myself (which will eventually go into my passport) or be appalled that the guy took the liberty to Photoshop me without my consent π !! Did I really look that bad in person?!!
Truly torn π
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The house-help snapped!
Not at me, or at any of her employers. She finally snapped at her husband.
This maid (lets call her L )has been with us for the last 5 years. She is a gentle soul and like all gentle souls, she was subject to inhuman levels of physical violence and torture by her husband. In her words, its not just his drinking habit which is at fault, it is his mental instability which is the root cause of his illness. She had him treated many times, even got him admitted with a psychiatrist, but there was no luck. She suffered his wrath because he was ‘ill’ and like a good dutiful wife, it was her duty to stick by him. Though we begged her to leave him and move out with her children, she was afraid of what ‘people will say’ and refused to do so.
Anyhow, last week, for the first time in her life, she raised her hand at him. Beat him with a broom, she confessed. For a long time now, I’ve been goading her to fight back, to not take his violence sitting down, to think of the repercussions of the discord on her children (who are blessedly boys and above 15 years of age). The husband did not take the broom-hit lying down either. He threatened to kill her and her children . That was enough for her to snap . She has complained to a local women’s group about him, logged a police complaint and even told him that she will be leaving the house. He, in turn told her that he is ready to leave himself, provided she shell out money for his everyday food and drinking π .
Obviously, the lady is so ticked off that she wants him to rot in his house π . Sometime this week, she will look out for a new accommodation for herself and her sons and move out for good.
I’m really happy for her, for her being able to finally take a stand , to open her eyes and realize that a husband who is less of a man is no ‘pati-parmeshwar’ she has to suffer for life.
Send your good wishes her way please….she needs all the good vibes for the difficult task of breaking free π
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Antibiotics make me crazy!
Am on a dose of heavy-duty antibiotics for an infection I ignored earlier and which is now rather severe (What?!! Can’t the educated be stupid for a change?!). So the dosage is rather high and it is doing strange things to me (besides killing the bad bacteria inside me). I’m woozy, have difficulty keeping my eye-lids open, though I’m in complete control of my mind and I think I know how Pinocchio must have felt with his wooden body.
Antibiotics bring out empathy. Must note that one!
Its tough typing out this post with only one eye open at a time. This line is courtesy the right one. The top para was by the left.
The meds have also given me the patience of gun-powder. So just don’t ask me how I am…most likely I will bite your head off first and then spit out the remains to figure out what exactly it was that you asked about.
So yeah, Antibiotics make me crazy. Very crazy.
*Snoooozzze*
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Why do children turn to gold in the night? And then turn right back into the devils in the day-time?
I was feeling rather low last night, the above antibiotics were kicking in with a frenzy and my inner turmoil was buzzing loud and clear in my ears. The twins were a tad upset to see me so distraught, so they did the best they could. Snuggling up to me, they put their little arms around me and muttered the sincerest promises they could come up with.
“Mumma, we will never do any masti again”.
“Mumma, we will always listen to you”.
“Hum kabhi bhi zidd nahin karenge“.
“Mumma, always aapki baat sunenge“.
“I will never ask for anything”.
“We will be happy with what you give us”.
I think I passed out even as they kept cooing their vows into my ears.
This morning, I think I’m the only one who remembered them vows. The kids were back to being the brats they are.
“I DON’T want to get up”, yells Lui from under the covers.
“I want Pediasure in my milk. Why did you add Bournvita”, howls Shobby.
“Mumma, please don’t go to office today”, begs Lui.
“I want to talk to Abbu RIGHT NOW”,Β demands Shobby.
And life is back on the regular track !
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So, how is the week kicking off for you?!
LOL on photoshopped :):)
I hope you get your passport and visa soon..will definitely pray for you π
yay to your househelp as well!
Antibiotics really drive us crazy rey…I have realised that!
and LOL on the kiddos they are sweethearts yaar..waiting to meet them π
Looking forward to meeting you and Raina too π
Hi there
I am a regular reader of your blog and I love to hear about your kids . I have a 22 month old daughter to relate and I live in Chicago
Correct me if I am
Wrong but your husband is in Chicago right? If you need any information about Chicago, I will be glad to help you
Keep writing !!
Smiles
Sanika
Hey Sanika,
Thanks for dropping by π
Guess What?? The BF is indeed in Chicago and I plan to join him there in Feb next year.
Will keep this blog updated on my plans π
It would be great to catch up, what say?!
π
Definitely..I will look forward to you visiting Chicago, and meet your kids.. π
Sanika
I have your mail id…will contact you once I’m there π
Many, many good wishes for your maid. And congratulations on her first step. She has many more to go. May she have the strength and thick skin to see this through and make a good life for her and her kids.
Exactly….we are more than happy that she finally sees the truth….her being alive is more important than her being a ‘good wife’ !
Thanks for the wishes π