tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54894922024-03-14T13:53:30.701+05:30InexplicablySometimes I think I understand everything, then I regain consciousness.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-87654991620197926002014-07-08T22:39:00.002+05:302014-07-08T22:39:50.619+05:30Musk Divine..
Its heaven to wake up to the sound & smell of rain, specially how the dark wood floor of the room makes the air musky & wet...I always carry back the smells along with the sights, and the smells last in my mind forever...miss Krabi, miss musk.
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-45669554274300920632014-03-12T18:04:00.000+05:302014-03-12T18:04:42.954+05:30Raindrops on the grass...
She glances softly at her son and says softly, " Why do you and I go with people who won't give us enough?"
I stand at the door of the teahouse to watch her walk back across the park, under the trees; she carries a white umbrella, treading so lightly she barely disturbs the raindrops on the grass.
~ Strangers When We Met, Hanif Kureshi
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-6689480938188685552013-01-16T08:26:00.000+05:302013-01-16T08:26:31.575+05:30Deja Vu
After a long hiatus, someone posted a comment on a really old post of mine, and I am back to my haunted corner !
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So, I thought I had 'come out' last christmas, but that was not to be.
Christmas passed in the regular hum drum, late evening, out of sheer routine I pulled the potted pine tree into the balcony and put some fairy lights on it. Just makes me Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-91190386406786813502011-12-25T23:10:00.007+05:302011-12-26T08:13:32.693+05:30Merry XMas !I messed it up badly this year :(For the last 2 years Ruhi has been desperately looking for reassurance that Santa exists, a year before that she was sure about it and even thought she could smell his perfume to say he had visited the house ! This year she was more confident that, Santa was Me, but I knew I could stretch it for another year...but I guess I didn't try hard enough. I sat her on my Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-22871976100172283072011-11-01T09:20:00.004+05:302012-03-28T12:31:44.127+05:30Forgotten, made peace.31st October 1984.I realised this morning that the day had passed and I had not noticed. Have I made my peace, finally ?!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-44905255436562191862011-09-24T11:13:00.005+05:302011-09-24T11:20:22.607+05:30Green Eyeballs!Rayyan longingly looks into the mirror, holding up his eyelid.I ask him whats happening ? "Mommy, I want green eyeballs" "What ? you want to look like a monster?!"Dont be silly Mommy, people who speak English have green & brown eyeballs. Hindi people have black eyeballs" "Rayyan, whats wrong in being Hindi people ?" " No mommy, Hindi people are black like you, I am fair like English people"!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-16387942248273076842010-11-16T13:18:00.014+05:302010-12-15T11:50:16.212+05:30Ruhi on her 9th birthday ....November 13, 20109 years of magic unfolds...In just a year, you are quite as tall as me You know too many things - Those that you should learn much laterThose that I even do not speak.This year, your favorite colour is 'Mauve', Last year it was Pink !You scoff at kiddish stuff and all,But I know you secretly love your dolls. You can fix a sandwich, roll a 'roti' and make me tea !You can act like Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-45144039782098694992010-10-28T14:01:00.010+05:302010-10-28T16:23:58.367+05:30The Idea that is India and those who will usurp it !Arundhati Roy says Naxalites are "Gandhians with guns". She says many things that are meant to ignite and destroy and are a good payoff for herself. And it mostly just irritates, but this time I feel ignited that this Booker winning, celebrated with the Sydney Peace prize, Page 3 fashionably 'non conformist' writer with the illegal bunglow in Panchgani calls India "bhooka nanga Hindustan" on a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-34701169376612714332010-10-14T00:50:00.004+05:302010-10-14T12:32:28.812+05:30CheckmateTwo things happened this week, enough to make me wake up from blogging slumber ! The first - thanks to resourceful bureaucrat friends, I managed to catch CWG Athletics and Badminton. While in the car en route to a friend's office, Ruhi was struggling with the math of how the 5 tickets that we had were going to be utilised. I told her A, you and me make 3 girls and there are 2 boys going with usUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-3599676533303632972010-08-02T22:43:00.001+05:302010-08-02T22:48:20.642+05:30Old age plans !"Rayyan will you take care of me when I grow old""ABBSOLOOTELY""well, what will you do for me ?"" I will buy you a computer to do the cooking and take you to the beauty parlour, and I..."At this point Ruhi cut him abruptly, sounding very cross " No Rayyan I will take care of Mama. I will come to meet her and do makeup for her "I am half amused half shocked ! While they squabble I wonder what I Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-54203277478110272482010-05-19T19:11:00.015+05:302010-05-20T18:36:08.739+05:305 years without fuss ?The school saga continues and just as Ruhi outgrows her cocoon, Rayyan's travails begin. I landed up to meet the teacher on the walk-in Friday and introduced myself :"I am Rayyan's Mother'. The teacher had been smiling politely from her desk as I entered from the further end of the room. Her smile vanished at my introduction as she gestured me to be seated. She said : "Ah.. just as well that you Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-42227645773873100122010-04-21T10:55:00.015+05:302010-05-19T23:23:07.413+05:305 years without fuss !Rayyan's birthdays take me to my own childhood when birthdays were so simple and unassuming.Only the samosas and jalebis are now replaced with Choco Pie and French Fries and of course there were no return gifts back then.This year I set up the inflatable pool in the backyard and put up some yellow balloons. Ruhi enthusiastically invited the smaller kids from the park with a request to get along Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-23428824376004949122010-04-06T09:56:00.006+05:302010-04-07T08:42:02.567+05:30My budding Little Artist !When Rayyan runs out of paper, walls, magazines and books, he finds more surfaces for his graffiti. Like my leg for example !Rayyan's figures have pointed angular heads and a lot of small details. Ruhi is very jealous of his talent and threw a fit the other day, sobbing uncontrollably about " why he can draw so well ! "I am just another doting mother but I really think his drawings are very 'Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-53297995938965494082010-03-16T00:51:00.007+05:302010-04-07T08:43:48.081+05:30That I lovfe him !Rayyan is trying to fit a helicopter inside the belly of a hollow plastic turtle. I am on my laptop and there has been silence for too long, I decide to break the ice.In a sugary sweet voice I say : "Raayi, I love you".He looks up and in the most dismissive tone ever : " ITS OK"Me : "What do you meant its OK ???"Rayyan, impatiently : "that you LOVFE me "Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-85389127019312189462010-02-06T20:42:00.009+05:302022-01-25T02:06:45.022+05:30The Ruhi updateI think we've reached a milestone with Ruhi at 8 years. I find myself completely at my wit's end most of the times and apprehensive about what may come next.As of now, Ruhi knows everything. Sometimes more than everybody else . She says "I KNOW IT" after everything. Example :Ruhi : Mama what does 'Do not drink and drive' mean ?Me : Means one should not drink alcohol and drive.Ruhi : I know Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-22244884632499967482009-12-02T12:45:00.008+05:302009-12-03T11:14:14.022+05:30And she brought in her 8th with some football, hula hoop and monkeying around !Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-43625351790104744212009-11-08T23:47:00.006+05:302009-11-16T10:22:29.915+05:30CollaborationLittle Zorro ( short for Zorawar ) Ruhi and Little Rayyan are park friends. This evening Zorro told Ruhi and Rayyan "Allah Tala is going to send Santa Clause to my house with lots of Christmas gifts, if I go to bed on time!"Errr, right :)))Edited to add :I met Zorro's mom the other day and narrated the above conversation to her. She said she knew this because Zorro came home and told her that Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-32606152726589776342009-10-28T17:58:00.023+05:302009-12-11T11:30:59.043+05:30One more time. 'How do we know' posted a comment on an old post of mine, congratulating me on how well I had explained the concept of religious differences to Ruhi. Nothing could get more ironical and it touched a raw nerve, stirring me to write about what happened between Ruhi and me last Sunday...There is a 'Maulwi Sahab' as he is called, who visits our home every weekend to teach Ruhi the Arabic alphabet Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-9010296264048968582009-09-02T19:05:00.008+05:302009-09-02T19:20:35.649+05:30That's how much I feel...She slipped me a scrap of paper when I came back from work the other day. It looked like a tiny envelope and before I could explore what it was, she demanded I see what was inside. There was another scrap of paper inside with some scribbled words that got blurry and wet as I stared. I didn't deserve her words, I told myself. But at least she knows we try. I hugged her and turned away to hide myUnknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-69667129332385540152009-08-10T12:12:00.013+05:302022-01-25T02:09:31.440+05:30We are like this only !Once upon a time, many years ago there was this mousy looking skinny girl who always walked in a straight line, with her head buried into her shoulders. She carried in her heart, the burden of many things big and small. She had been uprooted from all her childhood friends into a strange new city. The big bad Delhi. Her father had accepted a job transfer and she had come along with a heavy Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-52208809098923066652009-05-27T15:23:00.005+05:302009-07-07T15:41:22.399+05:30I will be the one who loves you, till the end of time.Little Rayyan playing 'Mommy' to his grown up 'baby' sister !Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-38583188170841629392009-05-14T13:30:00.003+05:302009-05-14T18:16:44.316+05:30Hindu na MussalmanFor my children, when they grow up and if they ever read my blog :Tu Hindu Banega, na Musalman Banega, Insaan ki aulaad hai Insaan banegaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-33436448476747453802009-05-05T14:46:00.024+05:302009-05-20T15:18:22.164+05:30The Week that was !Indians, Punjabis, Muslims, Sikhs and thank you Happy Singh ! I walked into a fierce argument between the maid and Ruhi over the weekend. I found that Ruhi had called Kirti didi, "an Indian". Kirti told her, "Everybody is Indian".Ruhi replied " I am not Indian, I am Muslim". Kirti said " You are also Indian" and the fight began. I calmed Ruhi down and told her that Kirti Didi Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-11707965336499348012009-04-22T18:49:00.014+05:302009-04-28T10:25:23.029+05:30Why I love being a Mommy !Nat tagged me to do this. In fact I was just waiting to be asked since I think I have this unique mommy feeling. Just like all the other mommies in the world !:) Thanks Nat.Motherhood defines me. If I had only one thing to say about myself - I'd say I am a Mother. More than Wife, Daughter, Friend, Colleague, Sister...even more than Myself. That's a goddamn loser thing to say but its the honest Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5489492.post-20404140760772428122009-04-20T13:29:00.011+05:302009-04-21T12:28:54.434+05:30Four years just slipped by...It was little Rayyan's 4th birthday on Saturday. We indulged him a lot and let him play King for the day. He lazed around the house like a pampered kitten as his sister fretted and fumed over party clothes to wear, games to play, balloons, candles, cake, music...if there was nothing left for fretting she would start inventing things.I have an easy going relationship with my son. I have never had Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5