My hearts goes mmmm.mmmm.

I love rains in Mumbai and by Love i mean love love.

I love the overcast sky, the cold breeze, the heavy rain, the greenery! I love wandering out of Mumbai to all the lovely hill stations nearyby. I make it a point to get thoroughly drenched in the rain at least once. The rain makes me hum, makes me sing out aloud, makes me smile, makes me a happy person -even my skin is happier without the oily sheen that becomes my USP in summers. I cant explain it well but the rain makes me appreciate my loved one more. 

And to the horror of all other mumbaikers – I DONT MIND THE traffic jams. While i move at 10kmph, i fiddle with my phone and amuse myself by making sarcastic comments on my multiple whatsapp group – Example:

Friend: This city is pathetic yaar, the traffic is pathetic and thats an understatement

Me: Hahahaha

Friend: How can u laugh?

Me: See the Western Express highway is like God/Karma – u dont find ways to beat the traffic. U bow down to the greatness of the highway. I accept all that it has to give me and dont question it.

and since i think i am funny – i repeat this on facebook and to everyone i meet the next day

The truth is that the jams give me time to think – be alone in my thoughts and the music from FM fills me. From Direstraits & Def leppard to hindi oldies to songs from my teenage years to today’s jhinktak music – they all sound better in the rain. 

 It makes me poetic and it seems to be the reason i want to write and I am back here. THat and the fact that wordpress now opens on my office laptop.

 

 

A blaaah day and then…

You know the type of day when nothing goes too well, but nothing is drastically bad either. Little annoyances like a traffic jam, a change in plan just minor things that irk you. When you realise that a good friend is just a tad bit annoying, when conversation you usually join in seems boring, your clothes seem dowdy. When you dont do anything that makes you feel good and all you are doing is existing.

Driving back home and staring at the long line of traffic ahead of you. You put on the music and an angry Alanis Morisette with one hand in her pocket can lift your spirits.

Music has that power. You dont need to be a music aficionado to feel the magic. It’s just there and sometimes strikes you suddenly with this warm fuzzy feeling that you remember for long after the incidence has passed.

All it takes is a lady to tell you how everything is going to be fine fine fine, coz i have one hand in my pocket and the other is hailing a taxi cab!

And yes i am back — i think

Welcome my dear friend,

Welcome my dear friend,

It’s been a little under a year since we last met. I just need to see you to feel refreshed – I know you have this influence on a lot of people. Your perfume always signals your arrival. Nothing smells better to me.

You and I we go back a long time, you were always there to accompany me on my first day of school. While in the Andamans, you were there to welcome me every afternoon of the nine months you visited us – right as we got off the school bus truck. We jumped into puddles as we made our way home. Well I jumped and you elegantly pit-patted your way into those puddles. In college we met at marine drive where you throughly drenched me

Yes my beloved monsoons welcome !!! With you off goes the heat and the sticky face and in comes the cool breeze and feel of everything being anew.

A lot has happened since we last met. I have a son now – who I hope will love you as much as I do and not view you with the indifference his dad has or the dislike that a lot of people especially Mumbaites have for you!

You remember, last year in Bhandardhara – where i threw off the umbrella at the dam and got throughly wet! The friends declared me insane and foresaw all kinds of illness. Of course I didn’t know it at that time, but that would have been around the time, the Elf was conceived, so you see you did make your mark on his life very early. The year before last, a walk after gym in the rain made my day.

It was short visit by you today but everything looks so clean – so washed. The elf was asleep and woke up to a very excited mother telling him about the rain. He didn’t quite get what the excitement was about but loved the little rhyme on the rain that i insisted on singing to him

“It’s raining, it’s pouring,
The little baby is snoring,
He got into bed and missed the rain
WOken up to find his mom insane.

This year he might be a little young to greet you as i love to but maybe next year, he will throw off his umbrella and get drenched and joy the excited screams of all the kids playing downstairs.

The Elfdom at 11 weeks

Hi Y’all,

So i will be 11 weeks old today at 1710 hours and other than the fact that i have arrived you know nothing about me – the Elf – king of Elfdom (Kingdom – Elfdom u see!). The subjects of the Elfdom aim to please me, it’s a tough job but someone’s got to do it!

Anyway, about me

1. When i was born, the subjects were seen giggling away at this particular “old man disapproving look” i had pretty much mastered. Though the mother often shivered at the admonishment and wondered if the reason for the look was her parenting skills or the huge amounts of food which she seemed to keep gulping down. The parents think that the loss of that look is due to improved parenting skills – Bah! It’s just these cheeks i now have, the have taken away my mature (read old man) look and brought in a baby look!

2. Apparently they (the grandmothers) say i am a delight in the “feeding” department. The mother sometimes in moments of anguish is seen asking the father to sell the car and park a cow in the parking lot! Do you know i pay tax in order to get my food. The mother has started this tax system of showering me with kissies before she lets any morsel go down my throat and should i take a break in between, kissies are showered again. Mama – boys don’t like kissies ok??? What abt my macho image?

3. The mother was thrilled when I gave my first hi-fi at 7 weeks and now i am made to perform for all & sundry. I think I should start charging these subjects for all the performances that me as a king has to give. In addition i can also spread my hands out wide and show “How much does mamma, dadu, etc etc love me”.

4. So playtime with the mama is sitting on her legs and making her repeat “Owwww’s” , “umm’s” and “Aaaah” and for variety “go, ga,coo, ooh’s” after me. She sometimes has to sing and despite dadu muttering something about her being besura’s, i quite enjoy it. I bestow smiles on this disciple on mine and often her eyes mist up at my smiles (Women! i tell you).

The father on the other day is entertained by not allowing him to sit. We explore the house, while he sings, dances and talks to me. Sometimes i pretend to be asleep and of course the second, he sits down i open my eyes and the whole routine starts again. Great fun i say!

5. OOOh and my walks – i sit on my throne and one or both subjects take me around the complex. For sometime, i look at the wonders of the world and then fall plonk asleep. I have loads of little girls trying to get a piece of me – but the mother she wards them off with he is too small/asleep/ and blah blah. She says something about less immunity but i believe she is just jealous of other women in my life!

6. Did you know i know how to box?? Am just waiting for a steady head and the ability to walk before i take on the Olympics. I box and jab pretty hard. How do i knows it’s hard you ask? Well i often send random jabs my way (of course i howl, i am a baby after all) and once i even had a black eye from a box i administered me. It’s tough being a baby you know!

7. Some of you know my mommy as a drama queen. I can tell you i am her Son…i am well on my way to becoming a drama king. When i am in company, even if i have fed like 10 secs ago, i will pretend to be really hungry – starving types, root at the said person and make sad faces, making ppl tell my mommy “He is ‘really’ hungry”. I don’t know if i imagine that murderous look she gives me. And oh i do it to the dadu too. If mommy walks into the room, i pretend that dadu has been ignoring my pleas for milk and bringing on a full-scale yelling which has mommy look at dadu accusingly. Good fun i tell you! p.s. i can even sprout some tears now for full impact!

So in the last 11 weeks, i outgrew a set of nappies, plan to outgrow a couple of the jablas i wear. My mommy keeps muttering my baby growing up and of bringing sprouting tears. Uff she is quite a waterfall i tell you. I lost some hair and grew it back and now there is some moaning about how my curls don’t sit down when combed. I have graduated to little laughs and can hold a rattle. I definitely recognize the slaves in my elfdom. I have taken 2 flights and been an angel. I go to visit my dadi next week so another one of those aeroplane things.

Basically, the subjects in my elfdom pretty much adore their king. I keep them entertained and on their feet.

I am their joy and delight and they can’t raving and are pretty amazed at their ability of making such a cute baby!

You may have guessed, the mother grabbed the laptop for the last line…Baahh!!!! ok i gotta go and ensure that my subjects are toeing the elfdom’s lines! Being a baby is busy work!

Tada!

Just another day until…

Nope i don’t celebrate mother’s day! Yes i appreciate my mom and yes i love being a mom, but i don’t need to celebrate it. I don’t expect gifts from my 2 month old (the husband has just pulled off a surprise baby shower, too soon to expect another surprise).

So it was just another day in the life of the nut. We were shopping at hypercity and i went to find pampers for the baby. As i picked up the desired object and was walking away from the counter, a voice from behind me said

Excuse me madame! – Happy Mother’s day and handed me a rose.

For a second, i went like – Wooah me a mother ???and then i looked at the elf in my hands and remembered.

It felt good! Thank you P&G! My first mother’s day gift! I am touched

Next year, maybe the mater will get a surprise after all. Noone minds a surprise now and then don’t they!

I say this with pride -I know the author

Review of “A Calendar too crowded by Sagarika Chakraborthy”

To tell you the truth, i didn’t want to review this book. For a couple of reasons, one i am not a big fan of short stories, two I really don’t “get” or “like” feminism overdone and a book full of stories about women sounded just too much to take. But the main reason was that this was written by a dear friend and i didn’t want to be dishonest if i didn’t like it.

But read the book I did! This was not about feminism. It was stories, stories of women. Yes it dealt with topics like rape, prostitution and the like but there were stories of women just like us. I read the stories slowly savouring them, slowly not wanting the book to end. Some characters stay with you and you wonder what happened when the story ended. You feel the optimism, the despair, the happiness the characters share. Some maybe more than others.

Like Sagarika told me you will identify with some of the characters. I loved the fact that none of the characters had names (explanation being that it could be the story of any women). The stories which particularly touched me was the young widow who escapes – (Sags, i need you to tell me what happens after she escapes :-), the ideal mother (i was pregnant then and the women seemed to be narrating my thoughts) and i loved the story on adoption, knowing how close the topic is to the author’s heart.

What stayed with me was the thought that how did a 27(??) year old managing to get into the head and heart of so many characters. How did she have the strength to do so.The book is hard hitting, at times disturbing, it’s the topics we like to sweep under the carpet. Go ahead read it, it isn’t a light read but savour the book story by story!

My only grievance was i wanted more stories !!!

I can’t being to tell you how delayed this review is. I think i read the book close to 100 days ago. I have no excuses, nothing ! Hangs head in shame.

Dear little one

Dear baby,

For the past month, we have been in Bangalore and now it’s time to go back.

You have been fawned over and adored by your ammamma and great grand parents. Ammamma’s special baths, muthashi’s one sided conversations, muthasha’s whistles are all part of your waking hours. You may not know this but while you sleep I often see then sitting by you and watching you sleep. You are one lucky baby! *thoo thoo *

You reciprocate and make their day with your coos and your smiles! You are their joy and delight !

And now I am taking you away! I know you may not realise what is happening but somewhere in that little baby heart there will be a space which misses his ammabmma’s cuddles, his mutuashi’s pettings and his muthasha’s adoring eyes.

And I am sorry baby for taking you away from this cacoon of love. We adults do these mean things like leave loved ones. I hope little one that while you hold a special place for them in your heart, your dad and I are able to create a similar environment where you feel loved, cherished and special as you deserve .

With guilt in my heart,
Lots of love
Mama