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You know, I really want to add more to this blog in terms of content. Right now, I’m stuck in a rut where all I can write about, are my kids (which I don’t mind, really. They are the reason the blog exists in the first place πŸ™‚ ) . Its just that for the last two days, I’ve been wondering what to write about and frankly, I drew a blank when it came to matters concerning solely me! It is a little unnerving, to know/realize that nothing is churning my mind enough for me to voice an opinion or start a discussion. How dull have I become 😦 !!

On the plus side, on an impulse, I threw a potluck lunch at home today. Invited the few friends that I have here. They were very sweet and even at the short notice, turned up with their dishes. Honestly speaking, I’d been planning the potluck for ages, simply because there is no other way to socialize here. I have one friend, she in turn knows the wives of her husband’s colleagues and just like that we all became acquainted.

It was a fun afternoon. Though we just had a couple of couple of hours together, it was time well spent. We ateΒ Paani-pooris, Puliyogare, vermicelli-Upma, Chhole-puri, Daal-vadi, Pizza (by me) and Rasgulla!! Believe me, by the end of the lunch, we could barely move πŸ˜€ ! With heavy hearts and even heavier tummies, we broke up to collect our respective kids from school πŸ™‚ .

Thanks for coming guys :)

Thanks for coming guys πŸ™‚

Notice the lights? T’was because the day got terribly dark and dreary towards noon.

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Another weekend’s here and the BF is yet to get back. Right now he is in Pune, with the rest of the family (his and mine). My little cousin brother is getting married and the family has come to attend the wedding and the festivities! Β All I can do from here is send my brotherΒ my love and best wishes. My parents, husband, brothers and sisters are all in one place and I’m far far away from them.

Could I be any more sorrier for myself??

Nope!

Am missing everyone terribly πŸ˜₯

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American women have a thing for nails. I am yet to come across an American woman who does not have well manicured nails. Both the hands will have nails of equal length (unlike most Indian women who prefer to decorate the left hand but leave the right hand free for practical purposes!). The colors would be bright, with plenty of nail-art (glitter, stones, intricate patterns, you name it !!)

Β The nail spas here must be doingΒ a roaring business!

Compared to them, all the Indian women I know, have neatly trimmed nails, very few remember to use nail-polish and I’m sure none of us have ever entered a nail-spa here!

Anyhow, one fine day, I decided to take a break and grow my nails. It took weeks but I finally managed to get them to a decent length. After shaping and buffing, I applied the hardener, colour polish and then the top-coat (I can’t believe I actually know so much about nail-polishes πŸ˜€ ). The fingers looked good! Really, really good. I flaunted my hands, with a new-found confidence in their appearance.

And then came dinner time.

And with it, the realization that the women who were the inspiration for my nail-effort, surely weren’t the types who went home to cook dinner for their families.

Take the simple example of chopping onions (an ingredient without which I just cannot cook. Period!) . Firstly, I couldn’t hold the knife at the regular position because that would make my nails touch the chopping board. So I held the knife more towards the end of the handle. The left hand fared no better. I had to hold the onion, yet cut it such that I don’t chop my nails in the process.

I used to be known for my onion chopping speed, but with the long nails, I think I took thrice the time to cut one onion. The nail of the left Β index finger suffered some chipping, which was corrected with some nail polish. I somehow persevered and finished my cooking. But it wasn’t just the problem with cooking. The nails came in the way of scrubbing the tub or washing the toilet-bowl. I was afraid of them tearing while scrubbing some heavily greased pan or while doing the laundry. Heck, I couldn’t even type properly with them.

On the third day, I took the nail clipper and chopped off the nails. Also removed the nail-polish for good measure. The nails look just like they used to before. My hands don’t look fancy anymore.

But you know what? I’m actually relieved. I realized that having clean and workable hands are more important to me than having glitzy ones which come in the way of everything I do.

For people who do manage all their regular tasks with fancy nails, I say, good for you πŸ™‚

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The kids got their first set of assessment result yesterday. All straight A’s except for a ‘B’ in Writing! As soon as I saw the report , I made them sit and write two pages of text from any story book of their choice. The BF, when I told him of the result, was a little miffed that the kids didn’t get a ‘C’ or a ‘D’ in anything! In fact, he feels that I push the kids too hard and he doesn’t want them to be the academic types who only score in exams. Though the kids got an A in Gym, Music and Arts, the BF wasn’t satisfied.

Anyhow, I was pretty surprised when the kids didn’t protest the writing imposition I laid on them. I thought they will yell at the prospect of extra writing after they finish their regular homework! But it was not so. When I asked Shobby if he knew why I was making them write, he said, ” Yes I know. Because we got a ‘B’. ‘B’ is for BAD. We need to get an ‘A’. ‘A’ is for ALL GOOD “.

Well, he said it, not me πŸ˜€

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Its getting chillier by the day here. So much so that I make sure I reach the twin’s school just as their teacher leads the children out to the gate. Standing at the gate, waiting for the kids can be a torture, with icy winds piercing the skin and getting into any openings between the jacket and muffler. Making the kids wait for me would be even more cruel! I’ve got the timing down pat though. My kids are the first to leave school πŸ˜€

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And just like that, the last two entries veered towards the kids!

I just can’t stop writing about them, can I?!

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Yesterday was a pretty snowy day in Chicago. The snowfall started in the morning and lasted the whole day. We had around 6 inches of snow in our area 😐 !! After dinner, I decided to go for a walk around our block. The BF volunteered to mind the kids while I took a leisurely stroll around πŸ™‚ . He did warn me to be careful though (and even kept calling me to check).

Packing myself into jacket and gloves and boots, I ventured out.

At 8pm in the night, it was a pretty lonely stroll 😦 . There was hardly anyone around. Only a few cars zipped by. I guess the snow had stopped a lot of people from going out. I did get a few strange looks from a couple of doormen outside the apartment blocks. I mean, people here either rush out to get from one place to another, or they are serious runners/joggers who dress up and jog at an even place. No one really strolls along, if you know what I mean!

Anyway, I walked along, admiring the white snow everywhere. It was difficult to walk because the snow had covered all the walk-ways and if you didn’t want to slip and fall and make an ass of yourself, it was best to walk slow and keep one foot forward firmly before raising the next. By the way, did you know that fresh snow is just like flour dust. You can dust it off your clothes and hands without it melting and making you wet . Cool, isn’t it? πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

As I walked along, I relived the old-time memories of Kashmir, of days when we were snowed in and the only way to get out of the house would be when the Orderly bhaiya would come in the morning and shovel the snow blocking half our door πŸ™‚ . Mom would heat water in the large fire place which would then be used to unclog the drains in the bathroom and toilet 😐 . There was a central heating system called Bukhara which was nothing but a large metal drum with wood burning inside kept in the middle of the bedroom πŸ˜€ . There was no TV or entertainment of any kind. But there were loads of apple trees which we would climb and eat apples from! And ohh….this was when I got into the habit of eating snow 😐 . There was plenty of fresh, clean snow to gobble up πŸ˜€ .

Lovely memories, those πŸ™‚ . *Sigh*

Unfortunately, the snow here isn’t as clean. Or maybe its because we are in downtown. Am sure the snow in the suburbs would be pristine white πŸ™‚ . Within half an hour of its fall here, you can see a thin film of grey covering the snow. It is the smoke from vehicles around. The snow on tree and rooftops looks better. I saw a lot of people using snow-blowers to clear the driveways and the footpaths. Almost got a load of snow on me from one, luckily, the fellow saw me at the last minute and waved his hand in apology πŸ™‚ . He didn’t have to. I’d LOVE to be drowned in snow! Coming from warm Pune, who wouldn’t πŸ˜›

The roads were full of slush, with snow melting because of the vehicles. Sure wouldn’t want to step out there! I just wondered how much more slushy it would get when the snow really started melting! Luckily, the drainage system here is pretty good so hopefully, our shoes wouldn’t be ruined completely πŸ™‚

Here’s a pic of the benches outside our apartment. As you can see, there’s no place to sit! Thats how high the snow has piled up πŸ™‚

Snow on the benches

Snow on the benches

I picked a little of the clean snow and made a snowball. When I came back home, the kids were tickled to see it. Both gladly posed with it too πŸ™‚

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Lui with the snowball

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Shobby posing with it. He’s VERY happy

The snowball has been kept in the freezer, to preserve it till the time the kids go to Pune πŸ™„ . Thats some preserving I have to do  😦

Thats all about the nightly stroll. More on the trip to Devon (or as it is called, the “Desi Place”) in the next post πŸ™‚

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The Nameless

Hey there πŸ™‚

Its been a while now, you know, I’ve been talking to you all through this blog, expressing all that I have to express and then some more ! Some of you, when you see a connection, go over to the comments sections and drop in a line or so. But most of you, those hundreds of people who escalate my stats but are mostly nameless, are a mystery to me. It cheers me to no end to see that however silly the twin’s antics, there are people out there who find it entertaining enough to open my blog once in a while to read about them. Sometimes, they get the short end of the straw and end up reading about me 😐 .

Life’s not always fair, I admit 😐

Nevertheless, I want to know about you. You don’t have to write paeans about me or the blog. Just drop by to the comments section and give me your name. Or just say “Hi “, just so you know, I’m assured that there isn’t a hacker sitting out there somewhere ,who takes sadistic pleasure in hitting up my stats.

Also, I really do want to know how many of my true friends are aware of this blog πŸ˜€

Most are, I confess……but I just want to mess with the rest πŸ˜€

So, what do you say?

Wanna give me your name? Wanna drop by and say Hi ?!

Go on, I’ll wait……

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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 πŸ™‚ . 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 πŸ˜‰

Else, I’ll just hand then both a cube of ice 😐

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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 😦

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 πŸ˜€

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 😐 !!

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 😐 !! Did I really look that bad in person?!!

Truly torn 😐

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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 πŸ™„ .

Obviously, the lady is so ticked off that she wants him to rot in his house πŸ˜€ . 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 πŸ™‚

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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?!

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bday

A Year went by. Again.

I grew older by a year yesterday. Its funny , you know, one day you are a number and the very next day, you are the number plus one . But then, what is age, if not a number?! How exactly am I different today compared to two days back?

Beats me, I still feel the same 😐

The kids had fun blowing the candle and cutting the cake. As a rule, the twins get to cut the cake for everyone’s birthday at home, including theirs. It doesn’t matter whose birthday it is, they are the ones to do the honor πŸ™‚ , a duty that they much look forward to ( I’m inclined to think we’ve been pampering them to no end!).

Edited to Add : I got back pretty late from work yesterday. As soon as I stepped in, Lui and Shobbs asked me when we’ll ‘celebrate’ my birthday. The BIL wasn’t expected back home before 11pm and I had forgotten to pick a cake for the twins on my way back. So I just apologized to them, promised that I will get them a cake ‘tomorrow’ and went in to change. I came out, and laid out the dinner for the twins. Just as we were almost done, my in-laws came in with a large birthday cake πŸ™‚ . I mean, I had no idea they had sneaked out to buy one ! It was rather sweet of them πŸ™‚ . The twins, obviously, were delighted πŸ™‚

I already received my gifts much before and am going ga-ga on the smartphone. My 3G plan is yet not activated but hopefully, it should be active from either today or tomorrow. WhatsApp, FB, here I come πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€

And ohh, this is really sneaky, but my smartphone has an option to click snaps in the ‘beauty mode’. Which means, it takes snaps of mine and blurs out the millions ofΒ  zits and scars on my face. I actually look all glow-y and pretty. I LOVE this phone alreadyΒ  πŸ˜€ πŸ˜›

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On hindsight, I realized that my last post paints a rather grim picture of me 😦

I must be some sort of a monster mom for my son to be over-whelmed with gratitude towards his sister!

Drat!

😐 😐 😐

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Its been a few weeks since I rejoined work. I know I was looking forward to joining back but a part of me still misses the solitude of home!

I’m generally a very affable person and can talk nineteen-to-a-dozen with complete strangers. But I’m usually at my happiest when I’m alone. I love my loneliness and unlike the BF, I can think up of a million things to do when alone. He needs people around him, even though he’ll hardly utter two complete sentences when they are around. But he needs them . Don’t ask why.

The other thing I miss is picking up the kids from day-care, having evening tea/snacks with them, the homework time and then early meals and nap time. With me working full-time, our schedule has gone bonkers. I get delayed, reach home not before 8pm, quickly scan their school diary for homework and thank Allah and my stars if they have completed their homework in the day-care itself πŸ™‚ , feed them dinner and call it a day. Just when I’m about to hit snooze along with the kids, I realize that I haven’t had dinner myself ! Quickly hop out, have a few bites and then hop in again!

Now remind me again, why exactly did I rejoin?

Oh yeah! ‘Twas for the money.

*Damn* !!

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I gained more kilos at home than what the BF lost in US ( We now have a difference of barely 10 Kgs between us)Β  . The stark difference in our girths also highlights the height difference between us ! With him getting leaner and me getting broader, we no longer look like the ‘made-for-each-other’ couple anymore 😦

Staying at home has made me lazy and fat. Luckily for me, friends at office have taken it upon themselves to make me fitter. So they make me climb the steps from our first-floor wing to the 7th floor cafeteria. Its a different matter that by the time I reach the last floor, am practically hanging on to the side rails for dear life, my legs feel like jelly and I’m gasping like an asthmatic. I waddle till the cafeteria, dump some food on my plate and grab the nearest chair. All that excessive breathing makes me lose my appetite and I eat smaller portions than before.

They also drag me along for walks *shudder* at odd times. Imagine! Walking right after a meal?!! Who does that?? I mean, except for half the population of my company, who else?!

I’m hoping it all helps 😐

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We are having some renovations taking place at home. Since the apartment we live in is an old construction, we’ve finally started the process of getting the wiring concealed. Loads of drilling and banging is taking place.Β  Every single piece of furniture/appliance/exposed goods is coated with a fine layer of dust. Initially, I used a cloth to wipe away the dust each day. But every evening, its right back 😐 . So I’ve given up. Let the dust accumulate till the work gets over. Am not going to be bothered with it. I’m ALSO praying, rather vehemently, that no guests should drop by our place 😐 . Its a mess with a capital “M”.

By the way, I LOVE the smell of oil-paints. The MIL’s room is the first to get repainted and every time I pass by their room, I stop to fill my lungs with the sharp smell. It smells so divine πŸ™‚

(Okay, so maybe its just me! And for the record, I love the smell of fresh petrol when my bike is refilled with it. I don’t like the smell of petrol that comes as exhaust :|)

My room is next and I’m petrified of the mess thats gonna happen. I need to shift the double-bed, bunk-bed, 3 cupboards, a study table, 2 chairs and 1 large Army trunk to another room. For obvious reasons, most of my stuff will land up in the terrace. The next few days will be terrible, but the outcome will be worth it πŸ™‚ . InshaAllah πŸ™‚

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I haven’t read the newspapers since last week. Even when I do, its usually in the evenings and mainly the sections that are related to sports, entertainment or like the “Pune Mirror” says, “chai-time”. I like doing the cross-word, Sudoku, the Mensa puzzle, etc.

I no longer bother to start my day with bad news and more bad news.Β  And guess what?Β  I’m in a better mood these days than before.Starting the day on a happy note DOES make a difference.

And sometimes, ignorance IS bliss!!

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As the title denotes, this isn’t a concrete post (Dunno when was the last time I wrote a serious ‘topic’ based post 😐 ) but more of the little things that are happening around me.

To begin with, when I came in to my office this morning, my machine wouldn’t recognize me. Did I type in a wrong id? No. Did I type in a wrong password? Heck, No!

I simplycouldn’t login to my machineΒ  😦

Plenty of calls to the sys-admins and a few hours later, I could finally access my machine and my mails. It seems that my machine had ‘somehow’ gone off the office domain and couldn’t be identified. Talk about walking off into the sunset without a backward glance 😐

Anyhow, my machine was roped back in and I’m now thankfully looking at my blog (I love it πŸ™‚ )and my inbox (empty as usual. Sigh. WHY don’t I ever get mails, huh?!!)

…..work life is back on track πŸ™‚

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Took the train quite late, but I finally have a new smartphone, the latest Samsung Galaxy S4 Mini. Its quite pretty and lightweight and does everything but make me a cup of morning tea! 😐 . As long as I can reach the BF 24×7 on video calls, I’m not complaining. Plus, I can also publish posts from it (it’ll take some time though, proof being my previous post). I just need to trim my fingers into fine tapers so that 3 letters don’t get typed when I supposedly hit one.

Cousins and relatives are taking turns, introducing me to WhatsApp and every other conceivable app that exists in the play stores. Thanks people, but I really don’t think I’ll be using even half the features listed for the device 😐

I do have a few games installed, but they have all been hidden from view. I’ve never let the twins use any of my previous phones , except to talk to people. With the smartphone too, they’ve kept their distance once I told them that it was solely for my official use and NOT for their time-pass. The twins, bless them lord, have not asked me for it even once. They do feel upset when “other kids get to play on their mother’s phone”. I feel bad too, but then, rules are rules. They are usually upset for a few minutes after which both are back to playing with each other.

Not sure how long this charade will work though 😦

Right now, my kids have no clue how to unlock a phone. Shobby knows that sliding a finger across the screen will get it to work, but he doesn’t know that he needs a press a tiny button at the side to get the screen active πŸ˜€ . I’ve never shown them how its done and am glad that their ignorance persists πŸ™‚ .

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I also have a new bike now, the Access 125. My TVS Scooty had the proverbial one wheel in the grave and another on a banana peel kind of situation.Β  It still runs fine, except that for some reason, it tends to veer towards the left and would probably go in a circle if I don’t steer it back to position. It was pretty trying, overall. Hence the new bike. I haven’t got the registration number for it yet so I’m not using it. But every time I see it standing tall and proud in the parking, my heart soars πŸ˜€

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Pretty soon,Β  I’ll be working from another client side office, this one would be around 15-16 Kms from my place (This would be my second “local” onsite πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ ). Not liking the idea one bit, but the only other option was to get a project in another office location which is around 26km fromΒ  my place. I chose the lesser devil 😦

The clients have a bus service which would come for pick-up at 8AM. The twins leave at 8:30AM. So now, not only do I have to get up earlier and wake up the twins and get them ready, I also have to worry about the 30 mins they’ll be spending at home before the MIL herds them to their school van. My worry is that the two will most likely go back to sleep wearing their school uniforms (ironed with great difficulty by me!) .Β  The MIL has reassured that she’ll make sure they catch their van in time πŸ™‚

The plus point is that I’ll have an hour’s idle time in the bus. Precisely the reason why I opted for the smartphone. Will be using the morning hour for a blog post πŸ™‚

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Dad, Mom, Bhabhi and Little M are in town πŸ™‚

We had a get-together at home yesterday and the twins had a blast. Aapa was there with her two kids and together the five of them turned my house upside down πŸ™‚ .Β  The best part is that we totally ignored the kids and let them entertain themselves. OnceΒ  Shobby taught the others how to rock a Hula Hoop, they were all occupied for nearly and hour, taking turns and improvising πŸ™‚

We made Biryani and Sheer-kurma, the typical Eid menu, only because none of them were here during Eid time. For some unknown reason, I also made my chilly chicken specialty which was well received πŸ™‚ . I was standing in the kitchen the whole time and believe me, by night time, my knees felt like bricks!

But it was all worth it, because nothing beats getting to spend time with loved ones, isn’t it?!

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Thats all for now folks, there’s more to write about but plenty of work to catch up on too. See ya tomorrow πŸ™‚

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….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 πŸ™‚

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 doΒ  – 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 πŸ™‚ . 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 πŸ˜€

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 aΒ  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 πŸ™‚

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 πŸ™‚ ) 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 πŸ˜€

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

Till then, see ya all. Hang around, I’ll post more πŸ™‚

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Its pouring heavily this year and finally, we decided to get the open balconies covered with a shed. Now our balconies, they are rather large, the size of the bedrooms in the flats below. The flats two floors up do cover our balconies but it isn’t sufficient. If there are high winds with the rains, everything gets wet. By everything, I mean, all the extra stuff that we dump in the balcony, stuff that has no place inside the house, but no one has the heart to trash it. You know, regular stuff that every house has πŸ˜€

Anyhow, so these welding chaps came over to do the needful this week. For the last one week they’ve been welding, drilling, hammering and cutting. To do all this, they need space. To make space, all the extra stuff lying in one of the balconies is dumped in my room. That’sΒ because,

a) it’s the largest room in the house

b) it’s the closest to the balcony.

2+2 =4

So thats how, I ended up with the clutter that is now my room.

clutter

Even as I sit here and type, my eyes hover over the stuff and I cant help but shudder to think what the BF would say if he were here to witness it.

For the record, the new stuff that now adorns my room is as follows :-

2 Plastic chairs

1 large Clothes-stand to dry the clothes

2 Cycles

2 small children’s car

2 gas cylinders

1 cane swing

1 water cooler

5Kgs of Onion and 1Kg of Garlic which had the misfortune of getting wet and are now spread to dry on a paper on the floor.

This is in addition to the regular stuff in my room which includes :-

1 double bed

1 bunk bed

2 cupboards

1 bookshelf

1 Exercycle

1 study table and chair

1 large steel trunk

two cane single-seater chairs

1 large carton of children’s toys.

Try imagining ALL the above under the roof one ONE room and you’ll know what I mean by clutter. My erstwhile Β spacious bedroom has barely any space to move about in. Hopefully, by tomorrow, the men will be done with their work and I’ll finally dump the stuff back where it came from.

Right now, the dampness due to wet clothes, smell of onions/garlic and just the whole junkyard look of the room is driving me nuts 😦

(Nothing against the rains though. Love the weather, love the rains….we need all the water that God can give us πŸ™‚ Β ).

I think I’m done with the oddly-timed rant. Logging off for the day.

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend ahead.

So long,

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There’s this advertisement that plays regularly on TV. It’s an ad for “Moov” pain relieving balm. Personally, I’m a BIG fan of “Moov”. It works like a charm when having a severe headache or body-ache! In fact, for common-cold, Moov works much better than Vicks, when applied on chest and back. It’s a different matter that the skin practically sizzles with the resulting heat. Not advised for kids, no.

Anyway, coming to the ad, it’s a rather sweet one. Wife and husband having a few moments of playful fun.

It’s all very cute, something that I think most couples could relate to. Except, maybe, the end.

The end bugs me to no end 😦

Why does the couple break their embrace so hastily when their kid walks in? What was so wrong in what they were doing? Come to think of it, the kid wouldn’t be there in the first place if the parents hadn’t got intimate! Why couldn’t they still cling on and call the kid to join in a group-hug?

A long time back, I’d written a post about my parents being the epitome of coolth (I made that word up. Don’t bother to check in a dicsh. I made up that one too πŸ˜€ ). One of the points listed there was about the intimacy Dad shared with Mom. They were unapologetic about it. As we grew older, we realized that they had every right to do what they pleased. If we walked in on them, we learned to walk out too. Our parents were doing nothing wrong and I’m sure we never got suspicious of what they were up to. If they were to jump apart and look guilty every time one of us walked by, we would have definitely thought they were up to something sinful and *gasp* ‘wrong‘!! Since there were four of us, that would have been a LOT of jumping the parents would have to do 😐

The one thing I learned Β is that seeing parents so in love with each other, gave me a sense of security. It makes me want to have the same level of comfort and love with my husband. We are getting there too. Hugging and kissing each other is a routine activity between us and the twins. When we cuddle up, either the kids join us or leave us alone πŸ™‚ . The kids are comfortable with our intimacy and we are careful not to cross the ‘laxman rekha‘ in their presence πŸ˜€ . For obvious reasons, we don’t indulge in PDA in front of the in-laws πŸ˜€ .

Which reminds me, if the ad depicted the couple moving away because an elder entered the room, it would have struck a decent chord, what with keeping in tune with the Indian sensibilities. The blush on the woman’s face would have been justified then.

It just seemed so silly that they jumped away only because their kid walked in.

I mean, I found it odd. Did you too ??

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