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Hmmmmph – day 2/30

My initial thought was to have a post with some deep thoughts 😀 in it. However, I have been annoyed and irritated for most of the evening. 

All I can think of is smart retorts to make the person see what an idiot they are behaving like. In my head – I have had at least a 100 conversations with the lady where ofcourse I am the cool and collected person and she comes off as being the illogical woman she is. Hmmmmph!

My irritation reflects in my cooking with my white sauce for the pasta being lumpy and my potatoes refusing to bake.

I want to be able to not let myself get rattled.

I want to be above all of this. 

I hate the amount of mindspace I am giving a person who is a nonentity in my life.

Being an adult sucks, my son would have resolved such an issue with a whine or a complaint to the parent of the offending party, a whack or a tantrum. And with that he would feel better.

But here as an adult, I got to suck it up. 

Or do I now?

The doorbell rings and the tall one walks in.

Within 10 mins I have told him everything. I have whined cribbed and presented my case. The man listens patiently and says a couple of sentences. And i mean a couple of sentences

In a bit – the angry cloud rises from my head, I can laugh at him pulling his moms leg, even my potato bake seems like it might be edible.

Everything in the world seems a little better and big boss comes on. Time to watch other people have problems now 

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Jai Nuttie Mata ki! 

Oh good! Now you can spend time with the elf.

What made you leave your job now? After he is 3 years old.

Don’t you feel it is so much better for the elf that you quit your job?

If you were the random aunty or those “holier than thou human beings” I would smile and say yes. While I seethe inside. Do people really think that a mother would do something which is not good for their kid as they are implying me going to work was. Do they really mean to imply that I was being selfish because I chose to work over staying at home. 

How do I explain to them that I am not a bad mother nor do I love my kid less  because I felt no guilt at going to work. Don’t get me wrong, I had my days of guilt, my days of wondering If it was all worth it – but on an average I was happy! 

I don’t believe in living in guilt. I have always maintained that the elf was my priority and the day I felt that the elf was suffering or I was suffering because I went to work I would give it up.

I don’t believe the elf is better off or worse off because I worked for the first three years of his life. Online you will find all the pros and cons to working mothers. So I am not going to elaborate. 

Coming back to me – No, I didn’t quit out of guilt. I didn’t have a eureka moment 3 years later that I horror or horrors sent my kid to a daycare. 

I quit for me.

I reached a point where the next steps in my career in the banking sector didn’t ignite a passion in me. I felt empty. I felt I needed to do more for my soul. 

Sure being at home would make things logistically much easier because the elf had started school but that wasn’t my primary reason. 

The main reason I quit was me.

In India, for a woman the word ‘me’ is taboo – you always quit because of marriage or kids or parents or because your husband changed locations. 

But imagine a mother saying she chose not to work to find herself . 

Quitting for yourself is tough to explain. It’s tough to tell people that today if I find something I am truly passionate about I would go back to working. Sure I will look for more flexibility because I wanted to spend more time with the elf but yes I want to go back into the workforce. 

I have realised I can’t explain myself.i explain myself to the ones that matter. I think they see my view point. But to the rest of the world I am ok being the “good mother”

Beta good thing you quit. See elf is more friendly now –

Yes Aunty – all for him!

Now everyone say Jai Nuttie Mata ki! 

(Loosely translated to All hail mother nuttie) 

U is for Ullu

I am an Ullu  – for my non Hindi readers Ullu is an owl! 

Say hello Finland, Russia and Mauritius and oh you from Australia too. I see you !! 

Of all the talents the Ullu has – the one I wanted the most is the ability to swivel my neck 360 degrees. Just imagine what fun I would have if I was standing in a bus and someone got too close, I could just turn 180 degrees and stare at them right back! How freaky and how cool would I be.

Anyway, instead of that my only ullu-ness ability is being a nocturnal animal. It’s ridiculous !  

I really really want to sleep early. Yo know be those ideal early to bed and early to rise types – the ones who have a high pony tail at 6 am and are all ready to run. Instead I go to sleep when most of these enthu cutlets are waking up.

Don’t think I am not aware of the conspiracy theory. The world is keeping me up to ensure the safety of the world. You know make sure it is spinning on its axis the right way or make sure the ghosts are staying in their own universe. And as a responsible citizen I stay up. So as the world sleeps I do night chowkidari (night watchman). 

The husband will not let me read before I sleep because apparently the light affects his precious sleep. The elf makes the afternoon conducive to mama taking a short 15 min nap so that she won’t sleep early again. This is the time when he raids the fridge for chocolates or pours out all our lotions into the sink.

And you tv programming people, I spend the whole day wondering what to watch on tv – how the hell do I find stuff after 11 so exciting. Why are you doing this to me.

And mr jobs – smart phone huh? I am on to your sneakiness. And yours to fb, Twitter and Whatsapp creators. And all you iPhone game creators.

Aaand ooooh my friends who so cunningly have placed themselves all over the globe so there is a constant chatter on Whatsapp whatever be the time.

The Atozchallenge creators – hmmmmph! And to all of you who influenced me to start this – hmmmmph and hmmmmph. Wait till May when I will sleep early once this is done. Someone else can look after the world between 11 to 330 then. 

This is my entry for U in the April  Atoz challenge and i am officially losing it. 

O is for OMG!

Omg! Now imagine it being said like it is said in F*R*I*E*N*D*S

So many different ways – the flabbergasted OH MY GAWD, or the worried omg omg omg, or the happy oh my god or the shocked oh my god.

If you don’t know what I am talking about, I am sorry we can’t be friends anymore.

I don’t know how much I say this word – aloud but I know I think it a lot. Like in my head.

– When a middle age relative insists on telling me how pretty she is and how she had a stalker in her college days

And I am like OH MY Gawddd. Definitely flabbergasted I mean who walks around telling people how pretty they are. Ummm I can see you and decide you know, without your help. I am that smart.

– There is the scared oh my god for the minute you think you can’t find your kid. Some one tell my kid about heart attacks please.

– And then there is the scared omg omg omg when I accidentally put on the Times Now debate with Arnab shouting. I am definitely very very scared in the 5 seconds it takes me to change the channel.

– Or the scared omg omg omg when I see a pigeon in my vicinity. Bet you didn’t know I am petrified of birds.

– The excited oh my god my birthday is here followed by a deflated oh my god I am *that* old.

– Every master chef Australia coming soon ad is followed by a very excited oh my god!

– The angry Oh my god directed at my very mean weighing scale ! I am glad the battery died on that idiot.

– There is the bored oh my god! Where is the closest balcony I can jump off to stop this woman from talking about her child on and on and on.

This OMG is also used on the batch mate who drivels on imparting his knowledge on the economic environment and the movers shakers and yawnnn!

– There is the did you just say that OMG when an acquaintance speaks rudely to her help.

– Nowadays most prevalent is the sinking heart oh my god when I realised I have 9 days left and so many many more alphabets to go.

This explains the double post. This will not be a habit in May or ever

– Yes, I am ignoring the OH MY GAWD you are saying at this crappy post

This is part of the Atozchallenge for April and my entry for the letter O

K is for a kick …

A kick in the butt to

– these guys screaming on TV claiming it’s a debate when all they do is talk no wait shout out nonsense

– to opinated folks on Twitter, most useless bunch of self absorbed twits

– to the idiots who can justify blowing up people in particular innocent children world over, actually make that hundred thousand kicks for them.

– to the heat in Bangalore – hello this is Bangalore please stick to under 35 degree temperatures!! The heat is making me cranky and hence the post about kicking and all

– to me for not starting to exercise again – a gentle one Coz mostly I like me and all.

– to people who can’t stand in queues – really how shameless are we.

– to the cockroaches in my kitchen. Go away already….oh and yes useless pest control to you too.

– also to guys who have no sense of personal space and hence greatly enhance the accidental/non accidental touches sent your way

– oh and once again to me for signing on for this blogathon. Not even ghalf way through and this is becoming tough!

this is part of the April Atozchallenge and my entry for K

E is for enough!

E is for enough wasting my time.

Social media is taking over my life and how.

Facebook was bad enough – snooping around people, reading random articles, checking out photos of people’s holidays and kids. But by and large Facebook is a happy place.

Whatsapp I see as a a necessary devil – I love that it keeps me in touch with so many old friends and new friends and hello how would I make all those plans 90% of which don’t materialise if not for Whatsapp.

And then suddenly into my life came Twitter – the worst of them all. I found myself arguing with random strangers. Most of them way too opinionated and just so unpleasant.

I was having an argument today with some members of male activists group who have managed to make me oh so feminists. And they are extremely rude and a lot of them are openly misogynist. It’s horrible ! Rebuttal after rebuttal.

So anyway just before my flight took off for Delhi – I posted another rebuttal to them. As the flight landed, I found myself getting anxious wondering how many of these MCP’s would have pounced on me in the last 3 hours. I switched on my phone and on a whim deleted the Twitter app.

Enough!!

Enough of listening to ppl ranting about everything, mocking people, abusing people, – what an unhappy sad sad place Twitter is with all its mini celebrities and their mega egos.

I can safely say that Twitter brings out the worst in us as human beings.

And for me as for now – enough is enough
My world is largely beautiful, I don’t need your negativity. So goodbye and adios !

I had a happier post planned but I am too tired and not in a mood for it.

This is part of the April AtoZchallenge

C is for Cinderella and chatter boxes

Ever imagine what it is like to be Cinderella – you know just when the prince comes to kiss you, the clock strikes 12.

Well every evening I feel like Cinderella except there is no prince or kiss, and there is no clock either. Just the complaining voice of a 4 year old.

So I have these bunch of friends whose kids are 3-4 years elder than mine, so their kids play independently and They get to hang around and play. I also have friends who my kid plays with and with either set of friends just when the conversation gets interesting my kid wants to go to the loo or change his place of playing or go home and so on .

And much like Cinderella I sadly have to leave. No kiss nothing.

But then again I am a genius and a chatterbox. And I have been dying to have a nice heart to heart conversation with someone whose age is not in single digits . So 2 of us took our kids to funky monkey – where the kids played for 1.5 hours without interruptions. After that we gave them lunch but we weren’t done yet and the kids seemed to have evolved some game outside the play area . So we let them be – ignored them, ignored the looks we may or may not have got from other folks around and talked for another 1.5 hours .

With the travel time; we had actually managed close to 4.5 hours of talk time with barely any interruptions from our kids!!!

Talk about bliss!

This is part of the April Atozchallenge