tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88128326497221601252012-01-30T15:08:22.336+05:30Once you are a mother, the little one turns you into a radically different being. One whose mind is so crowded with thoughts and feelings, and must get it out of her system. This is the space to vent those un-motherly (and motherly) feelings...and not implode within.Forever motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10053267141364034596noreply@blogger.comBlogger1131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812832649722160125.post-66725422318109576112011-12-07T16:10:00.000+05:302011-12-07T16:10:31.820+05:30

Been too blah to blog. Had a great vacation over two weekends ago and wanted to put up some pictures and write about it...but it never really happened. Meanwhile the Hubby was travelling, the Sonny Boy was ill, the ageing parents busy and cranky, my boss missing in action, and my life pure hell. In the meanwhile, lil boy had to be entertained. I'm starved these days for ideas. Bangalore evenings

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I watched Rockstar on the day of its release and have been quite kicked about the movie. One, because, damn, Ranbir Kapoor has grown up! He's put in some serious effort into his role and looks convincing, making the film an endearing watch. Two, because A.R. Rahman's music is as much of the Rockstar as Ranbir is, needless to say. And yippeee Mohit Chauhan sounds suitably angsty for the Ranbir

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A quick post to say Hurraaaayyyy! Sonny Boy is in! He's got admission in this one school I tried in. Yeah, I know i gambled. But...what the hell! I know I've ranted at length about this "education" worry  on my blog before when i posted Why Do We Parents Worry So Much About Our Children's Education?,  and then Admission Admission: I Didn't Do It... so this is where it conclusively concludes....

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We are a nation obsessed with English. We are a nation obsessed with getting our kids to speak English, correct grammar and all, right from the beginning (yeah I swear on that by my Wren and Martin). An English-medium education is what we all crave for our kids -- everyone wants it for their kids -- from the household help, the vegetable seller, the dhobi, your neighbour, YOURSELF (myself

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If you are an Indian, your music, specially your film music, is an inseparable part of your life, isn't it? And so are the singers. And when one of these singers dies, it's as if someone in your own life has gone away. It's a voice that's been a part of your life, your growing up, your memories... Jagjit Singh's voice was one that you came running from the kitchen, if you happened to hear it

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Bah I'm back from a Sunday, and actually feeling peaceful at work. ACTUALLY. Despite the bitch of a boss and bummer colleagues who always dump me with work on go on vacations -- I've got loser written all over my forehead -- I'm just finally breathing deep in office. It's a nasty thing to say, but come on, you MUST have felt it too... sometimes, ok...at least this one time.... You know, really

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Why should I pee? Why is there sunlight in the morning? Why should I brush my teeth? Why can't I swallow the toothpaste? Why should I drink milk? Why hasn't the maid come in yet? Why should I go to school? Why does the earth shake when an elephant or dinosaur stomp about? Why does an elephant have so much strength? Why do I have to nap? Why should I wash my hands after touching my bum? Why does a

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Maybe intelligence is too loaded a word, maybe understanding is what I'm talking about -- not sure, though. Sonny turend three years old recently and he leaves me befudled by his understanding or lack of it of many things around him. Ok, before anyone can pounce on me, i know "he's only 3!!!" I'm looking at it in relative terms -- I'm not comparing him with other kids. I'm comparing it with his

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Mother's home. Mom's place. Tavaru maney... These are phrases that really hold a deep-rooted emotional umbrella of feelings over your heart. They shade your heart from the rest of the world. Yet, its so ironical how you feel so out of place in this same home you grew up in all your life, once you move out and have your "own" life. The umbilical cord connecting you to that distinct world "before

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I'm really excited. Today's the first time I made something with avacado (butter fruit) at home. It took me five minutes to make, that's the best part of it... And what a day to make it. It is Varamahalakshmi pooja today. We don't do an elaborate pooja, so I had time on my hands. But this is the fastest thing to make. A colleague had given me a ripe avacado from her friend's garden. So I

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Each year, Sonny Boy's birthday brings on the worries. I know it's hardly the feeling to be associated with birthdays, specially of your child. But only a mother like me who has an extensive web of relatives and friends living around, and who are more enthusiastic about your son's birthday than you are, (and whose parents pressure her into throwing a party ;-)) -- will know what I mean. And

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 Posted this at my other blog.....My attempt to lose weight and get healthy

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Sonny Boy rules my life (no, I'm NOT proud of it). He has rules for everything. He has rules for every ritual in his life  -- each activity in his everyday life is a ritual. I'm not joking, its FRUSTRATING. Here's what's pissing me off these days...I just endured an episode early this morning, at about 4.30 a.m. 1. Mummy must never pee. He seems to have SOMETHING against it. I have talked it out

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It feels wonderful to celebrate landmarks. And this, officially, and finally, is my 100th post! (I had counted it wrong earlier hehehehhe). I was reading some of the first few posts I had written over a year ago, and was thinking, damn, did I write all this? But then, isn't that the point of blogging? To be able to put down in words all that you feel in that moment -- capture your moment, your

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Aparna of Adventures In Mommyland tagged me and threw this challenge in my face and others' -- to list five things we've learnt from motherhood (parenthood, I'm adding, so that dads don't feel left out). Two more friends and mommy bloggers she tagged have given enthusiastic responses: Uma of My Musings has already posted Aparna of Life As a Mom also has!! (enthu cutlets all) So I must hurry up

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Wow! I'm inching towards 100 posts...and to think that a few days after I started this blog, I had that oh-my-God-what-will-i-write-here-everyday-moment! I decided today I will NOT do what I always do on this blog -- crib, complain and whine. Instead I will celebrate the reason for this blog -- Sonny Boy and motherhood -- two things that sent my life, body, being, existence into a tizzy, and

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It really hurts when you're judged as a mother, when the people judging you are your own -- friends you grew up with, spent the most beautiful years of your life with, and are fellow moms themselves. Met up with college friends over the weekend...it's s close-knit group of about eight. I took Sonny Boy to the meet since a friend had landed from the U.S. and hadn't seen him; every one wanted to

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I watched a French movie last night about four Jewish women trying to find love in Paris. I slept like a log (touch wood) and woke up at 8 a.m. I woke up to a terribly quiet house today. I read the whole newspaper (almost) on the potty today I actually did yoga for almost 45 mins with no interruptions (except when the dhobi came to pick up clothes). I actually gardened for about 20 mins flat! I

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Ok I have a recipe after a long time. I'm sure many people must be making this, or variations of it. But i'm so thrilled mine turned out great today and I must put it down for myself. I used to make it earlier but in the past three years, for some unfathomable reason, I had stopped. Including a dal in a subji/palya is a great way for me to mask the taste of a vegetable you don't like (i would

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So Sonny's done it again. He went to Hubby's hometown on his own, with just his pappa as travel partner. This is his second time in less than two months. I'm proud of him and the Pappa. But it's also the beginnngs of the "I'll cut the strings and run" syndrome that our kids are sure to be prone to as they grow up. He seemed so happy yesterday telling me he had fun without me, and will soon do it

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I suddenly realised, after I started a new blog that I'm just some 10 days from the fisrt anniversary of this blog! I've been travelling again (yes I left Sonny Boy again with my parents to travel on work for two days) and thinking a lot with the time on hand. I've decided to do something about my health in a positive direction. Staring with a decent amount of food control, exercise and 

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Sonny Boy did his first travel independent of mummy. Of course Daddy was with him. It was almost like a challenge for Daddy Dearest -- he had to kind of prove that Sonny could survive without Mummy. That he could take care of him on his own. That his parents could handle him as well as mine! And so they set out last Saturday morning, making the long journey to my in-laws' hometown partly by

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I've been very excited about balcony gardening  and trying to grow plants in the teeny-weenie utility balcony at the back of the house and the small porch in the front of our door where the shoe rack and newspapers are. Started out with a tulsi (courtesy: mom-in-law) and the hardy money plant. Both are alive and kicking. There's also calendula, balsam, ferns, and some crotons (I think...need to

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I'm stumped with Sonny Boy. Today was his first day at "summer camp". His playhome is having about two hours of it spread over 15 days, so I said why not? It's his familiar environment, his friends will be around, plus some new kids...he'll get to do something in a group and will be IN THE COMPANY OF KIDS But he went today kicking and screaming!!! Last night, while I was trying to get him

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So I'm in an ugly situation. Had a fight with the husband today -- over Sonny Boy's "school admission". Ok, so he's 2.8. He's going to playschool. While I largely want him to be in an informal playschool set up a while longer, everyone around me is freaking me out about "putting him into school" and with that dreaded word "admission". My dad went with a  vengeance to a nearby school today (

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It's crazy that I'm even thinking about it. And those who know me and how I protest a second child will sadistically say "Aaah see, we knew you would come around to this..." My point is, does having a second child benefit the older one, and, eventually the second child too? I'm beginning to think my little fella is lonely. When I say benefit, I mean from the company. Two things happened

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I thought I was incapable of an emotion like "missing" my son when all I wanted was him off my hands at various points in the day/week...just to finish some pending work, just for some "me" time, to fold the laundry, finish cooking... or just for some peace and quiet or watching a movie -- completely -- at one stretch. But honestly, of late, it's been happening often. When I had a bad tummy

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Tonsilitis going around in circles now. Sonny Boy's got it from me I suppose :-( Ugh ugh ugh. So it's three nights of fever in a row for Sonny Boy. And three sleepless, restless nights for him and me. Coming tired and with a persistent headache to work from lack of sleep isn't exactly exciting. What do you give kids when they have a persistent low-grade fever? It's not high enough to even give

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I've been saying the same things over and over and over again. Cribbing around in circles. There's some sort of horrible status quo to life. So decided against blogging for some time. Or I'll be like a stuck tape recorder ....saying the same things all over again. But still, for the record, BEEN BUZZZZYYYYYY 1. Hubby's been travelling like a maniac 2. Sonny's been behaving like a maniac. He

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Like it wasn't already bad enough, my situation, I fell sick on Saturday. A dinner to celebrate the in-laws' anniversary on Friday resulted in a Saturday morning welcome with vomit. Ugh. It was a disgusting day of purging my body of excesses. It was also a day when that old feeling comes reeling back and hits you when you are sick, making you sicker -- the realisation that a husband is so

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How life can change in a split second! How views can change in a day. Today morning the nanny/cook decided that from March 1 she can't come. She had left her children with her parents back in the village and now the parents want her to take her children back! So she has her own kids to look after here, so she won't be able to work. Ok perfect. So there I am, back to square one. This time I

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It's so difficult to let go of your ego and beg. And yet it is so easy. Of late I've stopped praying. I don't light the lamp in front of god. I last went to the temple only to ask God to let my aunt's soul rest in peace and to allow me to sleep at nights in peace. That's one thing I do very well, shamelessly. BEG. Even when I'm on one of those trips of "Oh God doesn't exist because he's making

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My mind is blank but a thousand rabbit (and rabid) thoughts are hopping off in different directions. The doom hath descended. I fired my maid of 2.5 years finally yesterday because she was walking in too late every day. And bunking regularly. I had given her a month's notice -- on Jan 1 I told her she stays only this month. She didn't take me seriously. I fired her with confidence because I'd

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Ok, I'm not a person big on product promotion, but when it comes to promoting something good from the land, for the people, I don't mind going all out. I'm a staunch believer of hand-made products, handloom and handicraft, local food produce...so I try not to miss these events And while I'm on the subject please also go to Harshakala 2011, the annual handloom exhibition supported by the

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A MOMENT of strongly opposite emotions?!? A MOMENT??? You must be joking, seriously! Everyday living and its everyday moments have come to be just that. Which is why I'm tempted to write. IndiBlogger and CloseUp have a Fire Freeze contest going, which I understand is to promote a new toothpaste that'l burn and cool your mouth in a moment. The IndiBlogger contest announcer says: "What's Your

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May his soul rest in peace. Pandit Bhimsen Joshi died this morning. And I couldn't get over the fact that the day of his death coincided with the Tyagaraja Aradhana. What musical bliss he will find in the other world... Much is being said on TV channels today since morning (and much of it is sheer nonsense. I hate it when news anchors ask other senior musicians "What is your reaction to

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I can't sleep. Because Sonny Boy is busy sleeping. I can explain that. I bet ALL mums who co-sleep can explain that. Sonny has entered that phase where he not just rolls around in his sleep, but in addition to that he also rotates. He's growing tall, and even though it's just the two of us in bed (daddy got thrown out long ago!), there's no space. Even if I start the night putting him to sleep

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It's disgusting and shameful how we take someone for granted, when they are alive. We realise this only when they die. My aunt who'd been staying with my parents died last week. Dear R, may your soul rest in peace. But I know it won't. Because you will be worrying about your young son you've left behind. For a child to deal with his parent's death, I think, is the most traumatic and challenging

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I'm in a state of ennui. Aren't there those days? Do you ever have them? What do you do with them? What do you do with yourself? Work is putting me off. I haven't got a thing done today. I don't want to get a thing done today. I just don't want to do this work, whetever this work is. I don't want to move. I want to be everywhere. I don't want to be anywhere but I want to go somewhere but here

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I hate change in life. It's one of those things I dread in life. And yet, every year, in December, it hits me. Big Time. So I have a new nanny So I have a new cook So I have new furniture all over the place So I have a new schedule So I have a new job offer All this while I was contemplating quitting. And going mad. And going mad all over again. It's crazy how life suddenly changes, and how

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The last two days have showed me how fickle minded I am and how selfish. So what? That's me, I feel like saying. I just hope I don't regret this later in life. After much thinking, agonising, talking,, discussing, crying, arguing with myself, I've decided not to quit. I'm going to give the nanny arrangement one last shot. I asked the five most important people in my life what I should do --

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First things first. Thanks to all of you my dear friends who wrote in with warm wishes, hugs, and advise. I'm sorry I haven't the time to reply to all of you individually, but A BIG THANKS FOR BEING THERE. I will follow up your suggestions/ideas. I think I need to concentrate more on homeopathy. Will change homeo doctors (will get someone closer home) and give it another shot. Ok here's my

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I have to keep telling myself life will get better. Or I might just forget that. I'm right now lying on my back and typing out this post with hubby's laptop at an odd angle to my stomach and my thigh. I've a bad lower back spasm. Something i've had before and had been warned might happen again if i'm not careful. Such warnings swim in the back of your mind for very few days after the attack.Then

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First time that I did something like this -- wrote a guest post for a company/brand...just for the fun of it! http://www.facebook.com/TommyHilfigerChildrenswearIndia/posts/147604228625118

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Bad bad bad day *Sonny Boy unwell again. After one-and-half weeks of antibiotics, he was back with a hacking cough. Three more days of medication, another trip to doc, another change of medic. Blore weather sucks. *Hubby dear travelling *Nanny on leave for over three weeks and no sign of her return till next week *Favourite aunt in hospital and I have not been able to go see her *Mom and dad

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I'm typing this all out now because I want to get over my current/instantaneous craving for chocolate. Yes, I drank water already to stave off that sweet pang. Didn't work. Yes, I've started on a diet. No, not one of those diets where you don't eat anything. I'm just about 5 feet tall and I weigh 66 kg. BAD NEWS on the BMI scale :-( *I'm trying...and that's the keyword...TRYING ...to resist

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I'm so glad my dad's broken the stereotype. He's bought Sonny Boy his first play "kitchen set" -- you know the one with a little gas stove, cylinder, mixie, a rolling pin and board, a frying pan et all. It's a gift that makes its way into a little girl's hands much faster. Actually I'm slapping myself for not getting it myslef for him much earlier. Maybe I'm a perpetrator of the stereotyping

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My mind is right now so beautifully messed up. I want to call it quits on my almost 11-year-old career. I don't want to also, because I'm "-" this close to the top. The money's decent. And i need them both -- the sanity of the job and the value of the money, with a loan on our heads. BUT. And this is the BIG BUT. My folks, with whom I leave Sonny Boy, along with the assistance of a part-time

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Sonny Boy is going to be two-years-and-four-months old in another 12 days. As I look back on that, I realise there are so many things about him that I'm proud of, and happy for, for him. I also realise I crib so often and so much and sound so negativistic here all the time, I'm making a monster of him and myself. And then I realise he's not so bad, and neither am I. It's just that once I'm done

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Watched the movie "The Social Network" last night. First things first -- I'M NOT ON FACEBOOK. It's a badge I wear with a certain amount of pride and conceit, yes. It was a movie that took me by the collar, gave me one hard hit below my chin as it opened, and had my rapt edge-of-seat attention the whole way. For starters, it's great movie making that did not involve action/sci-fi/computer

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Or I could call it "My damp squib Diwali and other stories..." Ok this post is just for laughs (seriously, wink wink). Hopefully I'll laugh at it some day. Back from mom-in-law's where we celebrated Diwali. It was an adventure for many reasons, starting with the fact that it's a jungle out there! No really. It started raining real hard the day before we landed. The courtyard in the back of the

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I can't control my hand these days. It instinctively flies at Sonny Boy almost every day. Yeah that's bad. But what the hell! He's always spilling out food stuff from jars on to the floor, and throwing goodies out of the window, sticking his dirty finger up the water filter tap, defiantly peeing just outside the bathroom door -- the works. Defiance. That's what I see in his eyes. Am i getting

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I'm a frog in the well. Cushioned and protected most of my life, I've never really been "out there", "on my own" kind of stuff. It's been a fairly protected (sometimes overprotected) life I think. So when it comes to Sonny Boy, I'm wondering what to do. His life is already like that. And I dread to think his life will be like mine. It's not too bad. But it's every mother's bounden duty to worry

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List of things that have been tossed out of our second-floor apartment window over the last few days by Sonny Boy : 1. Brand new blue baby-friendly fork 2. Stacking barrels 3. All sorts of packing material 4. Today he tried throwing out the ketchup bottle (stopped him in time) 5. He almost threw out the house keys (stopped him in time) 6. Husband's Old Spice after shave and powder 7. My

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It was anything but a warm welcome after the travel-intensive office conference trip. The little joys of me time were swept way by a flood of criticism, pointing fingers and accusing statements. Landed back home to realise we're due at a parent-teacher meeting at Sonny Boy's playschool. It was our first, and boy! Was it a disaster! The school's director and his class teacher, in no un-certain

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This is what Sonny Boy always does. The floor is so inviting, being bare of any furniture, I guess it's tempting. He drags his red toy bin, upturns it and empties all the toys in them on the floor in one go. At grandpa's he'll always put back his toys in their place, because there he has a cupboard and he feels proud "arranging" it. But here, Yeww, he has to dump them in a bucket...how passe.

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Girls, ladies, friends and mommy bloggers Lend me your ears, and then your suggestions. I need to travel next weekend on work. I was jolly excited, thinking a weekend off on the bahana of work was going to be great. Turns out I'll be away three nights and almost four days. Now that's long. And guilt is slowly gnawing into me. The only time Sonny Boy has been away from me was the last time i

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Sonny Boy's mastered it all right. How to scare Mummy. Specially on Monday morning. Woke up to Sonny scratching himself silly on his neck. And what's that? About 20 red rashes behind his ear. Ugh. Applied calamine. Some soothing. But largely no improvement. Call. Get appointment with doctor. Not a pleasant or easy thing on a Monday morning - any parent will vouch for that. It's the day all sick

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I know kids do the wierdest of things. But Sonny Boy stumps me. Or may be I'm just an impossible, hopeless optimist. Today being a Saturday morning, I thought I would take it a little easy. Hubby doesn't work, Sonny doesn't have playschool and I can get into work late. A little OT on the sleep front would have been good. But Sonny just KNOWS he has no playschool. His body alarm was set last

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1. Pull out a set of puzzles and scatter them quickly on the floor. Then look distraught that all the pieces are...oh-my-god mixed up! Whaaaaa "Mummy let's seperate them!" 2. Oh my God it's time for bed? Lemme think...ummm "Mummy, kakka!" Mummy runs, gets potty. Sonny Boy spends at least 20 minutes saying "It's coming it's still coming..." and while we wait for the poop to arrive, we sing rhymes.

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I swear I wait for festivals to come around mostly for the food it brings with it. I'm so outright lazy I'll never really cook any of it on my own. But honestly, I don't see the need to, because there are so many generous people around me, piling on the gorgeous fried and sweet food, while I pile on the kilos. And the first generous person who'll pamper me is mom. Who always invites us over

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Warning: This post is long. I'm feeling angsty and I've cried last night. Just yesterday, I read this article (I've linked to it from Slate magazine - do read the dad's account) that I found on Technorati and was just feeling so good and miserable in turns. Good, that here are dads in Sweden who have the privilege of a year-and-half off on paternity leave (with pay) while my workplace even

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1. When to trouble mummy -- when she's already troubled most 2. When mummy will give in to the most unreasonable of demands easily 3. That all things unhealthy taste wonderful and one must be open to such foods always, even if you know     how to clam your mouth tight when you see vegetables. 4. When you've changed the diwan sheets because the guests are coming, so they should spill something on

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I did a little gig today sitting at the neighbourhood beauty parlour. Sonny Boy had his hair cut without much protest. Yipeee! I'm finally there. Now THIS is a milestone in my toddler's development. All you moms whose kids just sat quiet at the first cut, congrats, you lucky bums! But I had to wait these live long two years for him to understand that the lady with the smile and scissors wasn't

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Or should I say the mind falls apart, the body does not hold I'm in a blur today Life is a blur today My head is throbbing like I have a hangover. But I don't. I've just been randomly swimming through the day, zombie-eyes, zombie-faced and zombie-minded. All because of one dose of strong antihistamine last night. My allergic rhinitis was triggered off so bad last night, I'm still aching from

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There have simply been too many days this past week that I've hated being a mother. Honestly, don't tell me you haven't had one of those "moments" when you've plain and simple just hated your child. (Ok hating being mom and hating your child are two different things directed at two different people but so intrinsically linked, I don't think you can separate the hatred, specially when you're upset

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DHJ759XNUM2F Ok, I'm beginning to think I'm an expert on this subject now, considering how easily my Sonny Boy falls ill. And this past one week has been quite a lesson for me and I hope i can put it down so even others find some solace in it, god forbid, if they find themselves in such corners. I guess most of my suggestions would apply to toddlers rather than older children. And more so if

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Honestly, how do you do it? It's a plain simple question. Please don't read any meanness into it. I'm quite a workaholic and in my 10-year career I must have taken a max of 10 days off every year for some sort of "enjoyment". Most of my leave gets gobbled up by sickness. Sonny Boy's bout of chicken pox has grounded me, and poor him of course, for almost a week now. Not easy for me. Not easy for

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It's not really until you actually go through an experience that you get to know what really it entails. Like, for example, unless someone real close to you has died, you never get to actually know what that sorrow is like. You can empathise with a friend who has lost a dear one, but there is still a barrier.You feel so lame once you really know what it is, compared to what you were thinking it

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It's hell time again. Sonny Boy has chicken pox :-( For a weepy mom like me there seems to be no dearth of reasons to cry and crib over. But Sonny Boy is being a true Braveheart. TOUCH WOOD. I can't take the sight, though. He's sleeping now and I'm so unused to being in a quiet house I had to come online. He's breaking out in blisters in various parts in various stages. I really didn't think

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Let me be honest. The only reason I went to see Peepli Live today morning was because Aamir Khan produced it. Strange reason to watch a movie, yes. But not for me, because I believe the quirky man has a nose for good things -- he can smell out a good story. And he's made an effort to market it well, the marketing maverick he's proving to be. (Imagine, my mum who's so not into films recalled the

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It's strange, the way I'm feeling these days. I am an only child. That in itself says a lot about me to a lot of people. My parents let me have such a great life -- they let me make all the big decisions in my life, I had my own room on the terrace with an independent entrance when i was in high school (can you imagine?!), i was riding the bicycle to school when i was ready...you know. I

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Oooooh and I'm back. I'M BACK I'M BACK. Haven't blogged in sooo long, I'm itching to say soo much. Aaaaaaaaahaa. I think I had withdrawal symptoms. Sonny Boy's second year birthday bash finally happened (i never did anything for his first year because i thought he would just bawl his head off). So that's where I was slogging my ass off the whole of last week. First, on his actual birthday, we

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Making people laugh isn't easy. If you've tried it, specially at a gathering, you'll know. Unless you're one of those brilliant stand up and improv comedians. When it comes to Bollywood movies, I think the subtlety is lost. It's very often loud, slapstick and a grating delivery of dialogues that our Hindi films try to pass off as comedy. I mostly squirm when our films attempt it. I'm not being

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Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I'll never see the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel will I? I mean, I'm forever groping around in the darkness of the tunnel, going around in circles and coming back right there. If the whole of last week wasn't bad enough for Sunny Boy with the sniffles and the leaky drippy nose, now it's full-blown tonsillitis and a chest congestion.

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Dreary, cloudy, life's all dowdy. Cloudy skies and cloudier minds. Drip drop drip drop wet wet wet. The grey of the clouds mirrored in the grey of my soul, my being. Give me some sunshine, don't give me rain. The pitter patter of raindrops more a tedious tantrum of the rain-gods than a childish rhyme. No romance to these rains. No love. No giddy-headed giggles on water-soaked lips. No filmy white

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How many people have told you that it's inevitable? That's the way they do it...that's how they're made etc etc every time your toddler falls ill. I'm sick of it. I've been told by most people, fellow parents, knowledgeable elders, and my paediatrician that he's going to be falling ill constantly till the age of five!! FIVE??!! I've got a loooong way to go. And meanwhile one must keep mopping up

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Keeping Sonny Boy entertained is no easy task. There's only that much time he will colour and doodle, or play with his toys or watch rhymes when left to himself. He otherwise winds his way to the kitchen and winds himself around my legs.When I try to get him to watch cartoons, which I thought all children like universally, I'm so disappointed. None of it really holds his attention.I always

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1. Boys will be boys. Never have doubts about that. They're not in any frame of mind to break gender stereotypes (as much as we want them to). In the middle of the story you're patiently telling them about the princess who broke free and ran toward an independent life, they will start a car race with their Hot Wheels. 2. Boys being boys (and on their quick way to being men), will be obsessed

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At one of our recent bedtime stories, or rather, now bedtime rhymes time, dear S started singing a rhyme in Hindi! I was amazed. Because I didn't know he knew any rhymes other than English and Kannada ones. I guess playschool does make a difference. And I recalled how at admission time they told me they teach children rhymes in three languages so that they can pick up all of them and develop

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1. You shall not tell me what to eat/drink, or when to eat/drink or for that matter, how to eat and drink what I want. I will eat noodles with my hand and soup with my fork. You shall also not tell me what I can't eat. If I want to eat the dirt off the floor, it's my will. 2. You shall not take me to the park when I want to stay home and play with the toys, and you shall not tell me to play

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Act 1 Scene 1 She said: (Enthusiastically) Let's figure out logistics for our li'l boy's birthday!! We barely have a month...He said: (Trying to start the TV, fiddling with the remote) Hmmm. Ya ya, let's do that.She said: So what do you think? A few relatives and lots of friends? That'll be good? Or we separate the two crowds so we have enough time for all...He said: (Looking slightly-open

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Dear S's second birthday is coming up and it's that point in my life when one more BIG question is thrown, very casually, in my face. Very often. "So when's your next baby coming?" or "Now that he's two, don't you think he needs company?" Or simply "Oh you must have two kids...look at me." Or "My second one arrived just in time for my first baby's second birthday." It's all about timing. Keep the

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Yes, it finally happened. The annual medical do at the workplace where they always tell you to stop eating fried food. To bring down your trigliceride levels. To start exercising. (Yes, I DON'T EXERCISE AT ALL.) I'm glad i took the test. I'm not complaining. Poor souls from the office, they come and beg us to voluntarily take all tests (including some optionals) and follow it up with a doctor's

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I fail to understand why mothers-in-law are wired the way they are. What makes them treat their sons so differently from their daughters-in-law?Why is it acceptable for a son-in-law to get away with saying "I can't live with your parents. Period." How come we daughters-in-law get the cold turkey treatment if we ever say the same?My MIL has just been putting me through such a devastating family

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I didn't know this...that one can make peanut curd! I mean, peanut butter is a part of my life, so is peanut chutney and the famous masala peanuts etc. But this was like ....WOW. For me it was a fantastic prospect, and a "first". (Maybe vegans already know this...I haven't Googled it yet). I'm just back from a very dramatic experience at a holistic retreat where I was on a completely no-oil diet

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First -- I'm a mother, yes. But that can't stop me frm cribbing about my mom. Two -- There's some time at least before Sonny Boy grows up to crib about me. That can surely wait. Three -- I love my mom. And without her, I wouldn't even be (not just in the "given birth to me sense". I mean in a larger all-encompassing sense.) I wouldn't be able to work without her now for sure. I couldn't have

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...AND STILL MAKE YOU HAPPY!!???Yeah that's what i have always feared most. And it happened yesterday.I avoid malls like i avoid visiting my mother-in-law (which is saying a lot ;-))I usually buy at local small markets, specially vegetables and fruits, greens that are fresh and sold on the streets by hawkers. That way I avoid hybrids and stale food.And even when I need clothes, jewellery, books,

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It's a word I suspect if Sonny Boy hears, he just understands what it implies, and clams up.What is it with food and toddlers? Pah!Right now I'm going crazy. He won't eat breakfast. If the all-powerful almighty that he is, decides to have a mid-morning snack, ummm he may. He'll think about it, he'll decide...he'll see. He may touch it, play with it a bit. But eat????!! Oh no...one does not EAT

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As much as i like to crib about motherhood, if there's one joy I like going back to, it's watching a movie at the theatre. Something I do so little of since my dear S was born. And something I like to crib about -- no movies in my life :-( But it is (or rather was) also my baby -- films!! Sigh! But, by quirk of fate I got a Saturday noon free (I work otherwise) so I finally saw "Rajneeti',

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I've been troubled the last two days by a report I read in the papers of a 14-year-old girl in Ramanathapuram delivering a baby in her school toilet, abandoning the baby, and going away home. It's just disturbing when you hear of/read such things. Teenage pregnancies are on the rise, the media always tells us. It always triggers discussions on TV with sociologists and psychologists. And then it

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Honestly, nothing can be sweeter and heart melting than your baby's face soon after he/she wakes up in the morning. Ever felt that way?I just love to cup his face in my palms and kiss his little dot of a nose.The eyes seem bigger than they usually do, and so much more innocent, inviting and kiss-inspiring.The whole face looks different -- smaller, tender and...how do you say it...lost? Yeah, I

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Sometimes I keep wondering why I think so much of motherhood, why its taken up my whole life right now. And why I'm making such a big deal of it, when most of the world is full of mothers who go about their daily lives without freaking out and acting like it's SOMETHING BIG.And it's precisely why I'm blogging. To give vent to my own thoughts, to see it solid in print, and to stop friends and

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1. Be ready for surprises! Yes, as much as you can possibly be. They sleep when you're excited about a view and they're excited when you're exhausted. They'll hate the sea when all you want them to do is embrace the vast expanses of water. That's step one - mental preparation. 2. Hunger strikes are a great way for toddlers to protest, I guess. Protest against new environments, people and new

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Ayyoo! What a hectic killer day today is.I haven't had time to crib. Hahaha, unbelievable as it may seem, the Queen of Cribbing hasn't the time, and is cribbing about the lack of time to crib. :-) Howzzaaat???It's like huff, puff, breathe, slow, easy, huff puff...almost sounds like I'm in labour!! But work today has honestly been LABORIOUS. Breathless and frenetic. An assault on my laidback

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I must confess my sin first. I love chips and Maggi. Yes, I do.But what's in it that makes it so addictive for children? I mean, I thought for an adult like me it takes some time, some conditioning of the tastebuds, to actually develop a taste for such "comfort food".I can't understand how, when I try to put healthy new foods into dear S's mouth, he'll always turn his face away. But the first

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He won't look at meHe won't hear me callBecause for him, life's a ball.We've parted ways The hubby and Ionly temorarilyIt's football season, you see.FIFA is my new foe. It's his new fiefdom. He sits all evening and night(and sometimes snores, when I'm out of sight)EndlesslyIn front of the tube.I can't fathom whyHe prefers watching a bunch of menrunning around a ballcommenting on their

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I love M.S. Subbulakshmi. I love her solid voice, her devotion-laden singing. I can even sing along to many songs I've been listening to from my childhood days.But as much as I love her, I don't relish listening to her at 6.30 a.m, when I'm catching up on my last leg of sleep, and more so when it's someone in a neighbouring apartment playing it.A new family has moved in. Not in our apartment

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Yes, I'm back I'm back I'm back...after a VACATION! Yipeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee finally The sun and sand have hopefully worked magic on my mind. (So also MIL's presence ...hahahahaha) And it's with great back-to-school resistance that I've turned up at work today. A vacation made of all vague things -- of burying my feet in sand, of drinking fruity vodka, of long walks to the beach in the sultry sun,

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RANDOM THOUGHT Was just wondering... we are much influenced by our Hindi cinema, its actors and dialogues. We are from the land where "Mere paas maa hai" is a dialogue that says a thousand things in that one sentence. (It can't be translated into English. It's contextual and loaded with connotations. But roughly transliterated, when one says "What have you in life?" the answer is "I have a

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