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Early this morning my phone buzzed. Although I wouldn't have registered the buzzing since I sleep like the dead (remember the word dead here, it's key). IF some little boy hadn't kicked me at the exact same time I wouldn't have had a shock at 3 in the morning.

Of course it's a shock that would've hit irrespective of the time so I guess 3 am is as good as 3 pm. Except that at 3 am the believability of the thing that happened was more in my mind..yes yes, I'll stop beating about the bush..

A friend of mine died a while back. Very tragic and all that. Now, some jackass hacked into his account and started sending me IMs.
Now imagine me, groggy and not all that alert to begin with, and suddenly up pops the name of this dearly departed individual asking me if I'm busy or not!! Yikes!

I turned to Red and asked him in hushed voices. Now Red is a born pragmatist. Rather he knows what flies and what doesn't. So in his sleep-filled voice he told me the account must have been hacked and I ought to go back to sleep.

Well DUH! But imagine the jolt!
And now the brainiac hacker's been sending me pings all day long asking me to "get it on", "view his webcam" and even "give him some company since he's lonely" .
I can only imagine what  my reaction would've been had that last message been sent to me early this morning.

All those years of  watching paranormals would've borne fruit and I'd have gone WHOA baby! Get me a Ouija board or something..but seriously? The one thing jerk-off's managed to do is make me think of my friend in a fond way. A first since he passed away.

So for now the hacker's forgiven. But if he asks me to go cyber with him I'll...do something..

Lemme go think of bad things to do to people virtually..Freakshow!



Time is indeed fleet-footed, to use an archaism.

A little scrawny bundle grows from being immobile and with loose skin to a roundish little being who fairly rolls around like a ball.

A would be apartment grows from bamboo sticks jutting out to a room where memories are made and unmade.

A house grows into a home and back into a house again.

What was spacy yesterday is now cramped and what seemed like a few toys now are a mini store in one's home.

What seemed eons ago is now the present and the past is going further away. Though hovering close by if need be for recollection.

Those who seemed distant and surly have been revealed as shy and unable to break self-imposed barriers and many who were friendly have been found to have layer after layer of veneers and facades.

Time has revealed vulnerabilities, arrogance. Has pronounced people as falliable and also reliable beyond belief.
Time has shown the way, has misled as well.
It has taught and enlightenend and also cast into some darkness.

But there's never been a dull moment.
Time wins I guess..

"Time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd have something more to say.



So we made it, not entirely helter-skelter and definitely not anguished and aggressive like holiday travellers, but fairly smoothly to Pune.
No it's not exotic but it's an oasis pour moi.

The place is fairly lush green (when compared to the ever-dwindling) greenery around my home) and is quite cozy I must admit. Hell, after the 2x2 flying box that we spent an hour in with a struggling munchkins, anyplace that he can have space to turn around in is palatial.
Be as that may, it's definitely nice to be up in the morning, yup it's me talking, and see pigeons cooing. My sis' neighbors have placed a plate with water outside their terrace for the chirpy cheep cheeps to come have their fill in and a fair number have been descending there since morn.
There are shrubs, bushes, trees and just GREEN stuff all around as far as I can see and this seems like a very nice place for a child to grow up.

Our place, though spacious, lacks a park and with constuction growing full-tilt the birds, creepy crawlies and even street dogs have taken off for quieter or better pastures. Imagine the effect on a little boy who loves dogs SO much that he'll even look out the window of a plane while it's pitch black outside just because his Mommy said there's a kukka (Telugu for dog).
Space- that's another thing looming it's nearly ugly head. My place isn't out of Good Homes and Gardening definitely but boy! tis got enough room for a barrel of monkeys to be rolling this way and that!
And since I've given birth to a monkey who aspires for his own barrel, you can imagine his small-child claustrophobia when cramped into a plane or any other place which is not like his house.
Oh he'll grow out of it eventually. Once in playschool when he's bumping shoulders with cute lil girls he won't mind the 'cramped quarters' and as he grows am sure he'll like as much closeness to the opposite sex as possible.
Speaking of which, the little man's a letch. BIIIG time. He LOIKES stewardesses. He keeps calling them, ogling them in their little skirts and will leap into their arms and play with their...ahem...will pins and scarves and what not.
So in flight entertainment aside, he's not averse to anything else. The ear-popping hasn't bugged him till date of which am profoundly thankful. He always finds a person in the front row to practise his percussion skills on and there is always another kid, juice packet, some colorful person on board so he's FIINE.
Now if only the plane could accomodate his scooter, his blocks, his high chair, his couches then- he'd have nirmal anand. Oh! I'd have to find a dog too of course but by the time I find such a plane am sure the dogs will be frequent flyers along with us so...

Here's to idylls in Pune and hopefully a non-traumatised little man during Diwali.

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My Bong Adventures...

Am asking the mommy-person to blog on my behalf since whenever I get close to a mobile it ends up in my mouth or I like to see how many times I have to throw it before that little thing comes out from the back. My mommy told me it's the battery and I must never think it's a biscuit.
Anyhow, I've been brought to my mom's dad's place for the Puja. I think it's my first since I have to accept whatever am told. I do think I did something similar last year but I can't be sure you see. Being on a rocker addles your brains somewhat...all that rocking..Oye ve!
Like I was saying, my mommy's people are very loud, their drums are louder and they all have the same name- Ei. I think it's kinda funny and dumb but my mommy told me I have to be respectful towards all cultures even if they are all about rice, fish, politics and Sourav Ganguly.

Yes, where was I? Hmm..they are all into eating quite a bit and have nice tummies which I can lean back against. Even the aunties. And the other boys here (hardly any girls) are ok. They keep dancing and playing with their mobiles. I see my mommy do that a lot so I knew what they were upto :)
Baba keeps me away from most of the noise but he can't keep me away from the mostitoes. They always know where I am and like to come and make me think it's vaccine day :(
I miss my bed. My toys. There isn't much to throw here and my mommy's not all that chilled out here since it's hot and sweaty. She gets bothered and keeps mumbling about a chilled glass of beevo. I don't know what that is but for God's sake give it to her because she's off in the deep end already and counting days till we reach home again.
But I liked this place. It's no Gymboree and there aren't any animals around but it's a zoo anyways (that's what my mommy said) so I guess there MUST be animals around somewhere.
Ok.I had my apple mush and bathed. I have to take my nap now so I can be rested up for the performance in front of guests-I have to show them where the fan is, how it goes round and round and how I can clap.
Everyday it's the same thing. These people don't know basic stuff!
So D-UH!

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Tripping to the erstwhile hometown...

I say erstwhile because the only connect I've ever felt with Calcutta was that it was where my grandparents lived. And after their demise, it's where my parents live.
But for the nomad that my dad's job made of me, Hyderabad is where the roots have finally taken hold. And Red's job thankfully, while extremely absorbing, doesn't require me to up and leave just when am getting settled in.

But Bongs must be Bongs. And traditions must be upheld so it's Hie Ho and Off to the Puja we Go!

I've never been religious. Not even remotely. And remember not running (but walking fast) from temples after the initial darshan was over and sweets were being distributed. After having told a priest in some temple that I didn't eat sweets and getting a half-malevolent and half-flabbergasted look from him; I decided to remove myself from the scene of the crime. As it were.

But I'm verrrry curious to see how the offspring will react to the jingbang gathered at the ancestral home of the Pater. How the drum beats, the hordes of cousins and uncles and aunts will effect him and just how much of a yearly tradition we may feel comfortable in starting with the Puja trips to Calcutta.

My bags are packed, the requisite red and white bangles have been taken as has the vermilion. And much face-scrunching will be indulged in by Red once the mangalsutra is donned and the married woman war paint is applied. He, for some reason, has never liked me dressing like a traditional-laced married female with all the symbology in place. Good for me actually since I used to forget to apply the sindoor after washing my hair and would get looks from my mother about, "thoda sa bhi nahin lagaya". The taali (the South Indian version of the mangalsutra) is gold and has disks hanging on it and reminds Red of a belled bullock. Hardly the romantic and pati-vrata look for a naari methinks.

Anyhow, so off we'll go. I'll answer all sorts of questions about how I'm integrating both cultures into my child (shh, am doing bupkiss) and how it's wonderful that he understands Bangla et al. Will also answer questions (yet again) about the food I cook and how wonderful Red is to eat Bong food without any complaints at all. I will also have to hold court on how much Telugu I speak and provide some live samples of the lingo (here I intend to ad lib wildly *hee hee*)
And then, after all the frenzied dancing on the day of the immersion (which is still on hold depending on whether am babysitting or not) I will GLADLY come home.

I have nothing against festivals. But they make me appreciate my own precious space in a way I didn't know was possible or required for that matter.
But that's much later. Must go and turn Bongish with a vengeance! 
 The munchkin completed 14 months yesterday and despite all the comparisons which are inevitable with other tots of his age, am very happy that he's turning into a completely different person from his father and I and is into doing his own thing.

He hasn't learnt fear yet, of that am ambivalent because it stops him from being cautious or listening to warnings about a few things. But at the same time am glad that my fallacies or silly fears aren't getting transferred to him. We make it a point to chase the house lizards instead of my using shrieking and praying for the Divine Hand to strike them dead where they crawl my walls.
He picks up bugs and is a bit picky about his tastes so no unnecessary non-veg stuff has been added in his diet. YET.

As for the people in his life- let's start with my maid. She dotes on him and has been seeing him since he was 26 days old. Every milestone of his she notes and goes and brags about to the other people she works for. They play peekaboo and she's thoroughly tickled when he does his clap-clap and bye-bye. Apparently there aren't too many babies who do it as adorably as mine does :P

His grandparents aka the Mater and Pater. They miss him awfully and keep cooing to him over the speakphone a few times in the day. Am required to furnish details of his escapades and my father (Mr.Impatience himself wrt Moi) keeps telling me to be patient and not scold him. How the tide's turned...
My mother sings to him over the phone and keeps laughing at his antics and keeps telling me to be careful with him and not let him out of my sight much. Yup...I'll do that when the house needs remodelling and I can't afford a proper decorator. The mini me will tear stuff down; the walls too if need be.

His playmates in the building- are few. Most kids are taken care of by ad hoc nannies the parents supervise from the building or via mobiles. The kids try to climb into his pram and seem quite attracted to something in him which I can't quite place. He's unashamedly  aloof with another boy in the building, reserving his smiles and claps for the fairer sex. Amongst whom, the fairer the better is the name of the game :)

His father- has become his partner in crime of late. Teaching him to throw stuff, further and further each time is what these two love to do. And Red is also his sanctuary from the mad mommy and her barks and occasional bites.

His mommy aka moi- well..we test the boundaries of our relationship everyday. He knows me better than I know him. He pushes my buttons like few others do and is very quick to manipulate. Kisses are given rapidly to avoid slaps on the bum and deafness is feigned when I'm not compliant enough or other more pliable people are around :)
He eats my food, demands my soft drinks and ice cream and my cellulite is his trampoline.

What more does a child need?

A dog maybe?


Fie on you Blind Lady!

 I read the paper this morning and  to my utter dismay found that the Supreme Court has taken a fairly lenient stance on Santosh Kumar. Some of the reasons cited by them are that he was 24 at the time (sure because that is when people regularly lose their heads and take to raping and killing) and that he has since married and fathered a girl child. 
Big effing deal!

I DO believe in giving people chances to do over since I've been given the benefit of the doubt myself to from time to time but certain things are just outright heinous and I don't think where people are in their lives at present mitigates their past one iota!
So Santosh is a father now. Does it in any way negate that he has the capacity to and has taken life? Or at least violated another individual's sanctity? Would it have been a lesser crime if he'd just raped Priyadarshini and not murdered her into the bargain? A lawyer no less. who is supposed to uphold the letter of the law! He's going to get out in 14 years and still have a chance to live his life. Maybe not blemish free but he robbed his victim of her very life! What about that?
What about her family who will certainly never get over the gruesomeness of her demise? 

What about reparations to them? Fine! It's not about an eye for an eye or making an example of one rapist and thereby deterring the rest. But don't let this creep out of jail! Let him rot inside and watch the people dear to him live their lives away from him...let him not enjoy his daughter's growing years..Is that too much to ask for?

Many people are capable of reform but how much time should go by and who is to observe them and pronounce judgement that YES, they have reformed!
His wife and daughter can legally change their names to avoid association with him but at the end of the day does Priyadarshini get any solace? Maybe the fact that she's dead and doesn't have to witness her attacker's fresh lease on life are the best things that could have happened to her.



This week has been quite lackluster in terms of things done well but absotutely rollicking in terms of things happening!
The little typhoon that I like to call my flesh and blood has been on mini rampages and now lives upto the monkey moniker in toto. Climbing and finding a place where he can dangle his feet and then doing a baby freefall seems to be his KRA.
I watch only 2 tv shows these days- Masterchef Australia (much to Red's display post last night's dindin) and Bones. The Bones is self explanatory...tis interesting, I like shows/books/movies where people get killed and yada yada yada+it has David Boreanaz. Oh Vij how I miss you sometimes while eyeing him lustily with un-mommy thoughts running in my head ;o)
We now come to the cooking show. I'm a very good cook-in my head. The way I envision things,they're always lip smackin' good. Ask Red and a few others I've cooked for and they can take it if they have to and leave it most willingly if any other fare is available. Am sporadically good and rarely damn good! I chose to view it as being an artiste who is unappreciated in my own lifetime. After I'm dead and gone my whacky cookbooks will flood the world's culinary sphere.
Anyhoo, that dribble was just to prepare the way for the fact that I experiment more than my husband likes and more than I ought to I guess. So last nite I cooked a creamy chicken marinated in red wine with a gravy of tomatoes, onions and mushrooms.
Verdict? All digits down. Red ran out of thumbs trying to get me to understand just how bad he thought it was.
Now in food I usually classify bad stuff as thus-a) simply unpalatable and nausea-inducing and b) so bloody boring that you choose not to eat it. The latter happened last night. Red being a fan of good ol' Indian food cooked with desirable amounts of turmeric, red chilly powder that my chicken a la wino just didn't pass muster. So I ate it. Yesterday and today and damn! if that fowl wasn't drunk. On t.v they just splash some wine into the food. Ergo I did too but my chicken being a teetotaler got sloshed :(
So I will refrain from getting other life forms drunk and liberally pour spirits down my own gullet henceforth.
And I'll stick to bhindi fry and daal-chaaawal for Red because he gorges himself silly on that and gives himself tummy aches as a result of his gobbling.
But alas! I ran afoul of the fowl...

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Mobile-ly yours...

Right from the time I started to blog (circa 2005, thanks again Red!), I've been wondering how I could do it on the go.
There are always things which give rise to a blogpost in my head and I either try to hold onto it for another time or just scribble down the gist of it somewhere and expand on it later.
In the last year or so I've made and unmade more blogs than I've posted. And later felt bad about it because stupid or not, innane or not the things I want to blog about are important to me or to the moment and when it slips away, the moment's gone. Often for good.
Red has been on my case forever to get a Blackberry and basically to stop my grousing about the inadequacies of whichever phone I happen to be using at the moment. He was also worried that I'd get into microblogging on Facebook and Twitter and maybe give up on my LJ rambles altogether.
Therefore, it gives me great happiness to type out my first mobile blog and dedicate it to him...He who encouraged me to blog, initially so I'd have an outlet for my yaps and thereafter so that outlet would prevent my yaps from landing up in front of him at all damn hours of the day or night.
Now if only I could hyperlink stuff and add images this way too...
Guess I'll ask Red. Old habits and all that' eh wot? *winks*

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Bonding anew...

You know I've realized this, we bond anew with people before saying our goodbyes. However temporarily we say them.
I've been realizing that this pattern crops up in my life from time to time, courtesy the erstwhile nomadic existence. And sometimes even now.

I've reconnected with my parents (they are leaving this Sunday) and I know henceforth meeting them will be terribly sporadic. Yeah boo hoo and all that.
When I finished my graduation, I went through a phase of utter fun and emotion with my BFF and thankfully things have only got better with time for us. But before she leaves we always have a huge laughing session or a contemplative one which caps the entire time spent in each others presence.

The people you reconnect with, it's not that things have broken down with them; but there's this wish to have a last hurrah or even a very pleasurable note to hold onto till such time that you see them again. Sometimes, things aren't all that propitious and you have the vast gamut of your memories with them to fall back on but there are times with you get time with them at length and then the kind of fun that begins is unimaginable!

I refer of course, as I'm prone to do these days, to my son and his bonding afresh with his grandparents. Grandfather more specifically :o) Both of them have not only been getting along like a house on fire but this fire's becoming an inferno and I'm cleaning up the debris long afterwards...in a manner of speaking. Positively of course.

The pater is teaching the offspring how to do a demoniacal laugh...it's paid good dividends. The offspring does his own version of a lil devil laugh which is endearing but halfway between a hiss and a shout. But it pleases him immensely.
He's also taken to gritting his teeth and attacking anyone ferociously to show his love. Scary no?
So from pulling on peoples noses to awaken them,to dancing on their cushy tummies and rolling around like a cement mixer on speed, the offspring and the pater are whooping it up BIG TIME!

And this time was needed. Countless photos are being taken, a lot of laughter echoes and plenty of drool is wiped away with unfailing regularity. It's not often that one gets to see this side of their parents or their children for that matter.
So new memories are being made and Red gets an earful daily after coming back from work.

But there's a little boy who's going to be very very disappointed come Sunday when his big-boy buddy goes adios and his squishy grandmother with her ready hugs and kisses flies off to the land of hartals...for that matter so will his nutty mommy for all her mental preparation to deal with the separation from her parents.

It'll be the end of an era so to speak, some areas of Hyderabad won't be frequented as often as they are being now and a lot more time will be spent in transit to eat Ma's food and answer my father's gazillion questions about the whys and wherefores of my life.
But for now, this time is ours and it's everything that it ought to be.



contemplating continuously...

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