tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53441816635248207702012-01-20T23:16:08.812-08:00HibernatingSumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191649124291527517noreply@blogger.comBlogger1321100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344181663524820770.post-56245491599863960632012-01-14T01:17:00.000-08:002012-01-14T01:32:29.688-08:00

My doorbell is the most used object in my house. Especially in the evening, when my 9yrold is at home. He opens the door, waltzes into the neighboring house to pat their dog, and then 5minutes later he's at my door ringing the doorbell, again, to be let in. And the whole thing repeats itself 15 minutes later! I need to get skates, answering the doorbell would be such a rolling affair! There are

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Don't mind the histrionics, That was just my blog reviving to life every now and then. Here's hoping 2012 sees more posts here, less status updates on Facebook, more news, less drama,  more ....whatever! Like my 9yr young wise owl tells me not so subtly "Practice makes one perfect, Amma", I plan to take my own advice very seriously! *(btw that 'advice' was shot back at me when they proclaimed

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Last Diwali, we had just moved back to India, specifically Delhi. It is hard to believe a year has already passed since then and here I am now in the last month of the year, still wondering how the months flew. Settling back in India was not a breeze.  Sadly most things which i enjoyed, like blogging came to a standstill. My mind seemed always in a volatile mood and it was not easy to keep it

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I've been having these little moments where all I seem to do is either pick up my remains of my jaw from the floor or bang my head at the wall steadily. The 9yr-old seems to be in a hurry to reach 14. And it is not very easy on me. Not at all. He likes Slipknot Psychosocial! "Slip knot what?" I spluttered. He nonchalantly replies: 'Oh, its heavy metal!" and then he gently goes a step further

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This was a picture I had taken in Singapore. The 12 yrold had smirked:: "Why would you want to take a picture of an empty bench?!!!" Why indeed! I think I've never seen an empty bench in India, because most benches seem much in demand in space starved urban cites, occupied as they are by couples trying to grab some 'together' time and a whole lot of each other in the process. This solitary

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There was once a little girl, let’s name her A, who was quite the worrier. Among the many things she kept thinking about, she worried about not being beautiful enough.  She fretted over the size of her feet and her unruly curly hair. She was much loved in her family but she still suffered from low self-esteem. Why oh why did she not have her sister’s natural grace, she often thought. One

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What's up? the sky of course... Poor joke, i know...but then if I've been hearing jokes of this calibre (courtesy my 8yrold and his friends) for the past few months, who says i can't inflict the same on you all? There is also a potentially hurtful one he's learnt...there are these letters written all over his body and you read it to one by one, and then WHAM! you get a slap...why? because the

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It has been six months since I last posted and the reason for that had to be something phenomenal. Right? Sigh... How about 'The wordsmith in me was on leave and forgot to get back?" The only reason I've rushed to post something is because a reader who obviously does not know me too well, sort of  asked if i was expecting some 'good news'! GULP!!!! The only good news that I can expect

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boy 2: "What's for lunch?" boy 1: "Parathas? Thank you...!!!!" boy2: "Why parathas, why not maggi?" boy1: "You made burgers? you always make his favorite,' boy1: "Pasta? wow, amma thank you...erm..can you put less veggies next time?" boy2: "Can we buy this baguette? for garlic bread?" boy1: "Not rice again!!!! can we have at least 1 ricefree day!" boy2: "I'm hungry, not the fruit kind of hungry!"

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I have a 12 yrold who has to be reminded that he is a part of this family and therefore needs to pitch in with chores, not add to them by dropping towels in dustbins and plates in toilet sinks, thankfully not toilet bowls! He is after all my boy, a master in the art of absentmindedness, something in which i excel in!He does what he is told to do, the key word emphasised here is told.So what do

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They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so here's around six thousand words worth....Ah well! I fell a thousand short. :)So last week my 7 yrold got to travel to 36 countries, as you can see from his passport :). Their school had an international day, where most countries are showcased. Since the schools here have a good mix of students from different nationalities, it is a common event in

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It seems like ages since I wrote here! Even though I did peek a bit every two days to read the comments. Thank you all for the warm wishes/ecards sent on my birthday. This particular birthday was quite special because my parents , grandmom, uncle and aunt were around. It was extremely touching to see them try to surprise me with gifts and food. (For those who missed wishing me, don't you worry...

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The Dubai Sentimental Times reports:"Last night saw a very happy reunion between an otherwise sane looking woman and her ...erm...suitcase. The lost bag finally made its way back to the owner after ten days of gallivanting among strange baggage. "It is great when something unexpected happens. It's absolutely fantastic when it happens after my shopping's done. Now that's what i call a good bag!

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Phew! Back finally after three road trips, six cities, in 18 days. All i remember of the trip is unzipping and zipping up my bags. And a whole lot of phone calls. And ofcourse the last end of the trip where both kids decided to have a vomiting session in the middle of the night! Relatives, temples, sarees and touching various feet of different sizes, i think i've done my whole year's quota in

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Its been an exciting week, getting ready for our upcoming trip to India. 18 days of vacation in 4, possibly 5 cities and two road trips! I'm getting the laundry done, the fridge emptied and the house clean, even if it's going to be kept locked up for two weeks. All the drama of last-minute cleaning just to experience that pleasure of walking into a neat home when we return!I'm quite eager to chat

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For some reason, the days here are just whizzing past.There was a long, long Eid + national UAE break, where we saw a bit of Dubai, more specifically the green parks...What a sight for sore eyes.Finally school started and with it some semblance of a routine, especially in the bedtime! I didn't do a jig but came pretty close to it.The kids are having a great time at school. The 12 yrold had a rock

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I walk my second boy to school. It is a 10 min walk and I initially welcomed it for the compulsory exercise. I now look forward to it everyday. It is quite unhurried and relaxing. We talk, we look at birds and lazy cats, we sing songs and we argue. We also discuss serious issues like whether God is being burned to a crisp sitting there above the clouds near the sun!Everyday we say hello to quite

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"It's been such a long time?'"Where have you been? ""How have you been?""Haven't seen you around for a while?"Feels good to hear that, doesn't it? To know that you've been missed in the 9 days that you were not here!I never knew the supermarket people missed me so much!

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I'm a bit forgetful.I remember people's faces but not the name attached to the face. There are few who take extreme delight in calling me, and continuing the conversation animatedly, without introducing themselves, while i'm pressing 'ctrl Find' in my brain to figure out who they could be - meena?, teena? ya madhu!There have been occasions when i've talked to someone for quite sometime, totally

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"How is Dubai? How are you?" ask many when they spy me online. The problem with moving to a new country is that whenever someone asks you how you are, you are so tempted to tell them "how you are". The downside is that it may take 15 minutes and then that poor gal may say erm..."i just remembered i gotta go!" The good so far:I like the place we've moved into. The kids have their own group down

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She had walked her son to school, waved brightly to two friends' husbands, walked to the local supermarket and met a lot of friendly people. A wonderful morning!And then, she glanced at the mirror.She had done it again, walked all over town wearing her shirt inside out with the label flapping merrily away!

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Two years back, when we moved to Singapore, I had apprehensions. Mostly about how my elder boy would take to a new school. My own 'first day at a new school' experiences would always flash in my mind and i worried a bit about how easy/difficult would it be for my boy, to make his place in a new environment. Two years back i had written this: Now the situation is the same, even though the location

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I sometimes wonder whether people come here thinking this is a food blog. Perhaps they go away disappointed that i cannot even spell my 'aaloo' and 'channa' right. I contemplate changing my blog name but then that means racking my brain for something and right now the heat of Dubai has fried it to an irretrievable state.So coming back to the blog name, when blogger sat there waiting for me to key

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Many many years back, there was a wee little boy who made his way into our hearts even before he was born. We first saw him when he was 10 months old,. He was my sister's son and the first baby in our house. He was the most fussy and tempermental baby i had seen but we were his willing slaves and he knew it. We still are, even now that he has grown into a smart handsome 18 yrold and he knows it :

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This is a story of a little boy with his sunny ways, A little boy i know, six years young and full of life. Has a smile on his lips and his feet on springs, Sunshine is most certainly his other nameIt was hot that day as it had been for so very long, He was grumpy in the taxi, a tantrum brewing strongHis mood was black as the sun shone bright by his side. He declared: "I hate the sun! why is it

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I have many memories of my son as a child putting his little hyper feet in our shoes and then clomping about.It was a cute sight to see those tiny feet in the huge shoes.You think to yourself "look at those tiny feet. there is so much time to go before he can fill them up'till suddenly a moment arriveswhen you realise you don't have your gym shoes with you and you try your son's shoe

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Had i mentioned how awesome i was for managing without a full-length mirror for two years?Now I have not one but two full-length gigantic mirrors to preen before. One in the hallway and one in my bedroom. It is H.U.G.E. For one who managed with one measly square of reflecting surface, this is enormous, so pardon the 'gush' talk. Besides this is temporary accomodation, so I am making the most of

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A memory comes floating back to me.Of the 'once upon a time' phase in my life. Of cupping our palms under a tap at school and tilting it just so, the cool water from the tap wetting the parched throat. Of standing in queue at railway stations impatiently waiting for our turn. Filling giant waterbottles for the journey till the next station, apprehensive that the train may leave without us.And

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24 months back, a family of four moved to Singapore. For a two year period. To give the kids some exposure. For a change. To see how different the cheese is. Ofcourse the husband's job required the move. The rest were just excuses to reinforce the decision. Even though I've moved cities a lot during my childhood and after marriage, setting up a new home away from India was difficult. It was a new

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Just when i had mastered the art of spending in Sing dollars (without converting into indian rupees and gasping), it turns out i have to now think in dirhams.That's why i'm a bit incommunicado these days, not that any of you are tearing your hair out in worry, but still....:)see you soon?

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Among the things learnt at the Singapore Discovery Centre1) Learning to build an entire city on a small island: trying to figure out where the hospital, community centres, playground etc should be. Understanding that since there is less land space, housing apartments are built upwards, but only till a certain height.2) Appreciating how Singapore has managed to make its disadvantages work. A

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Tag: 1.Sraikh from Asaaan tagged me to list down 7 awesome things about myself. Ps from Just a mother of two gave me a similar tag "5 things i like about myself". Have you tried keeping two vacationing boys occupied? I'm awesomeness personified right now! over to the facts:1) I love the fact that i always surprise someone, including myself. My mom was surprised that her l'il girl- turned -married

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In her comment on my last post on commenting, JLT said "post maadi, jaldi!". I love the wonderful mix of three languages.Why have I not blogged?I'm being stalked by a lizard. The lizard must have been a snubbed romeo in previous birth, persistent as it is in popping up only when I'm in the kitchen. I'm quite tired of gingerly peeping into my dustbin before throwing any rubbish, or sifting through

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Ever heard of the commenter's cramp? No?Well, you've heard it now. I have it. Don't google it, though.It starts with the pressure of writing a witty, sensible comment. Then it escalates with the overusage of nice, great and awesome, peppered with smileys all over. It sometimes culminates in a non comment.I read many blogs, some because i know the person, a few because i love their writing and

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The past 20 days have been very busy...My almost 13 yr old nephew, came a-visiting from Bangalore. All alone. He was treated like a prince (his words) by the Singapore Airlines staff who also upgraded him to a first class - you can imagine what his face book messages would have been like the next day! So the boys had fun with their cousin, I've lost some hair and the neighbours are confused as to

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Got you with that title... didn't I?You know it's time to take some serious action when you find yourself unconsciously plaiting your hair because it's getting too long...bringing to mind a gawky school goer with two plaits in an identity crisis - aiming to be rat tails or pig tails?So the impulsive me, entered a salon and surrendered my hair to the whims of a scissor happy, non English speaking

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Heard in the playarea, an exclamation ; "Look, giraffes!!!!"The kids present there, came rushing to see...Giraffes in the condo?Soon came the loud protests from the kid brigade : "Those are not giraffes, those are cranes!"She insisted, "But they look like giraffes, see that's the long neck and that's the face...."Five minutes later she continued her walk, leaving a few excited kids admiring the '

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Wonderful mom! that's what someone called me recently...and i thought to myself "not really, G is frankly a better parent than me!" Though it helps that he doesn't have to multitask and think about nutrition and silly stuff like hygiene and discipline and laundry and too much computer time and ...(i'm running out of speed here)! Always nice to give credit where its due..that's how nice i am!

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You know what they say about first impressions? They say that's what imprints you in someone's mind, the first time you meet them?The first impression is almost like your entire personality compressed into a five minute shot and you risk being stamped with a wrong label. I find that so unfair, because you find yourself carrying that weight for a long time.And then i came across this at Antique

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Of Blogging!Walking by the park and seeing an utterly delicious looking dad with a camera and clicking away pictures of his cute lil toddler from every corner of the playground, and the first thought which comes to mind is "Must be a daddy blogger!!!!"Wanting to be caustic to the boys, but garnering admirable patience and coaxing the mouth to utter a friendly warning...'cos that's what

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The first day of school went off smoothly...new textbooks, new notebooks, new timetables...everything seems exciting and interesting, and its worth waiting till evening just to hear about who sat with whom and how many new children were there this time...So the evening saw each child sharing some tidbit, the 11 yrold has a cricket tournament coming up where he is playing in 6 matches and of

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When school starts after a two week break, it's going to be tough and exciting. Tough because the free spirit has to be caged into a routine, esp after all the unrestricted fun of the past days and exciting because it is after all a new year in school among familiar faces and different teachers.We've had plenty to do the past 15 days, with libraries, waterparks, and the science centre being our

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I've had a dreamy week, that is, a week where i seem to have dreamt most of my quota of dreams! Dreams where the main players are mostly my kids and sometimes the hubby, just saying. (sheesh! i think i dig myself deeper everytime i try to explain *wry grin)I get up in the very wee hours of the mornings thinking to myself that THIS would make a wonderful story/book/movie and then i fall asleep

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The end of a week and the beginning of a lazy day. A piping hot cup of masala chai and the settling down to read a few blogs, in peace hopefully. A sip and a thoooooo...a grimace and a sigh...It was plain ginger flavored watery milk! I had forgotten the tea leaves..Again! I sneak a look at the hubby. He is still sipping the warm drink, probably thinking that its another one of those concoctions i

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11 yrold : "Can i check the Arsenal website on your laptop'Me(doing some small talk) : 'Fine....why? Is there an important arsenal match?He nods and then a minute later, he adds : 'BTW, its 'ARE'senal not 'ARSE'nal!" Thud, (*that was my jaw hitting the floor! anothe word joins my "think before you talk' vocab)) I enter the room to see a dedicated 6 yrold busy with his handwriting homework.

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If you were that lizard/spider on my wall, chances are you would have heard these gems from my pre-teen...Amma, i can't kneel down, my patella hurts!My eye is red, it itches too, i think i have hindivitis! (after 30 minutes of studying Hindi)It's that time of the month yet again. Time for glares, suspicious headaches, frequent parched throats and wrist pain. The too informed preteen helpfully

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This weekend we had a visitor. An unwelcome one too. Hiding behind the drapes, the creepy sneak or should i say the sneaky creep? What do I do?(I'm well known for not moving a muscle when it comes to those tiny things but with the power to freeze me on the spot. Lizards, flying cockroaches, mice... I'm petrified of them. I'm known to have screeched in terror mistakenly thinking that the hair

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What's this?It is a picture of two adorable kittens with a yarn of wool. It is also a 1000 piece jigsaw puzzle being puzzled over by a six yr-old and his mother...Yes! We are very smart, thank you very much! Much to the amazement of the resident snorter who thought we couldn't do it...(*i think he was just jealous)Little S has always been fascinated by puzzles since he was almost 2 years old.

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Sigh....A weird state of mind to be in.I had so many things to be written and the next morning, my mind couldn't trace it. I would like to call it 'blogger's amnesia' - sounds more mature than plain growing old...To add to the vanishing act, my yahoo inbox myteriously emptied itself .So then i do the next best thing...I heave a deep sigh...I look at food blogs and sigh at the great photography...

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We've been seeing red, the past few weeks ! ! Everywhere you go, there are beautiful red lanterns dancing in the wind and red banners put up. It's the Chinese New Year and our apartment complex and most of Singapore, has been bathed in red, the lucky color for the chinese. symbolic firecrackers hung outside our apartment lobby....to scare away Nian, a beast who comes out of hiding, once every

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We are supposedly celebrating democratic India! may we realise the meaning in its true sense.

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For those who don't take care of your butts, read onFound by one delighted 11 yrold on a bus stop in Sydney

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I'm speechless! I have to be because them vocal cords have finally rebelled and decided to enlighten me as to the weird sounds i am capable of making. I can now do hoarse, guttural, squawk and possibly a mean rani mukherjee voice. Elder son never had it so good, considering its exam time. Of course i can do THE glare but the person has to be seeing you to get scorched by it....sigh....and my

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One fine day, a preteen declared "Laziness is AWEsome, amma!!!"L'il bro shakes his head and mutters "Phew! it is so difficult to handle Amma" and adds a "chill down, amma" for good measure!?!!!!!!!See why i send them to school?Since we aim to please, the next ten days will see us putting the pre-teen's theory into practice. We will let our hair down, (rayshma, behave!) will say yes to french

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"What's on your fridge?" asked Preeti, who is just a mother of two. :)'A few somethings", i wish i could have answered, few being the keyword here, but ...take a peekMy fridge surface continually changes. In Delhi it looked a whole different than it does now. Besides, the arrangement keeps varying. My boys keep moving it all over the fridge surface.There are 15 magnets, out of which a few are of

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There are times i wish i could directly translate my thoughts into my laptop. There are these tidbits running in my mind, untethererd and by the time i finish my work and get to the blog, whoosh...it's no longer there, buried as it must be under the ratio and proportion sums and the spellings and a myriad other things which define my day.Then there are times i wish i had continued with my

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I met a Singaporean in the play area yesterday. I was playing Badminton with my 6 yrold who was at home during school hours, supposedly taking rest after a very nasty cut on his lip... Conversation veered around to the mumbai terror, and she said 'Very unsafe country, India' and shuddered...i protested that noone is safe anywhere, and pointed out the recent bangkok situtation at the airport...but

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In addition to my post below...(Click on the highlighted words to read the linked articles)I think that the Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus is as much an icon as the Taj hotel...Does anyone out there know what's happening to the victims of the CST tragedy? I hope the Government is doing something for their families. (Note: This was what i initially meant. I'm not belittling any of the tragedies,

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So much has happened this last week. Events that could have been avoided. Events which highlighted the insensitivity of the media and the sleeping politicians. Events which revealed massive chinks and deficiencies in our security system...They came in from the sea this time, just as they had come in from the sky in another country in another time...This time they were smart, even confident. The

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My grandfather passed away last week...Leaving me with nothing but a whole lot of memories to clutch onto. He was truly a good man, having always followed a principle of generosity and giving back to society in many ways. Right now, i'll leave it at that..there is so much that i would want to say but not yet...Understandably, the week has been melancholic, with G being away in Finland. I also

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My boys leave early for school. Their bus comes to pick them up at 7.30. There are two snack and lunch boxes to be packed for each child and mornings are crazy. I set the alarm at an unearthly hour and get up 30 minutes after the sound has literally alarmed me. The first half an hour goes in very uncharitable thoughts towards the whole schooling system which has been heartless enough to disregard

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episodes from my everyday life**********************************Tring!tring! the phone rings..."hello? Suma? V here" (a friend's husband )"hiii!!! When did you ..." the younger boy enters within my line of vision wearing lime yellow on pale yellow, i blink away the image of a jaundiced jeetendra (why jeetendra, beats me!!), and amidst fervent sign language, manage to also scream "change your

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I find myself tensed...Prats and rayshma had tagged me LOOOOOOOOOng back on the past present and the future...and as usual, i errr...ummm...have been a ....bit busy.its been so long since they've tagged me, that the past has been shifted further back, the present has shifted into the past and the future has become the present....confused?!!! *mission accomplished :)~ The tag copy ~Two questions

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Ever since i read that Joy believes in a smack to get things working, i've been in a rush to finish this tag...lest she sends those virtual smacks my way :PThis, Joy, is one affair i would love to remember...:)1. Do you remember how you developed a love for reading?My dad! He would take us to libraries and gift us books…and enid blyton for the simple and fun world she took us to…2. What are some

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It is that time of the year again! The time of the year when I yearn most for home. It starts with Ganesh Chaturthi and lingers on till after Diwali. This is the time that the memories flood me, and i see a flashback of events generally forgotten in the hustle bustle of what we call life. - of getting up on festival days and listening to the reassuring clatter of vessels in the kitchen. Of oil

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One day, Weather girl called me...Now i like weather girl because she's so fickle minded..she just cannot make up her mind on what weather she wants...One day she decides it’s going to be sunny and bright and just when all those clothes have been aired out to dry, across she sends those angry clouds and watches gleefully as the orchestrated movement starts below...people running helter-skelter,

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It sure is a busy week at my house. I'm super hyper, like i'm on a taut string and a little touch will send me spiralling into the air. Exams always does this to me. The 11 yrold on the other hand is as cool as a frozen ice lolly. As far as he's concerned, its just another thing cooked up to make sure he has a rotten week. He's still reading his storybooks and decorating an arsenal timetable like

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You know the times when nostalgia grips you and threatens to throttle you and you end up replaying the "those were the good old days" record? You don't? then you are too young...you must be old enough to get a nostalgia attack...like me...you do? good...let's get started. So i had an attack of the good old movies syndrome and i reminsced about the good old movies that we used to watch. The days

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I definitely used to read more when i was in school and college...Now of course, i do more of reading text books and my 6yr-old's library books...and err...blogs-xh tagged me light years ago on this...so here it is...1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.2) Italicize those you intend to read.3) Underline the books you really love (and strikethrough the ones you hate!).(this i don't

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pic grabbed from preethi's blogWhat's life without friends, right? Right!!! I've sat on this for almost a week, formulating things in my mind about how I wanted to say this...but then i realised a heartfelt 'Thank You' is what i want to say right now. There have been many times when you all have been instrumental in bringing the smile back on my face. Thank you for that too.The honest,

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It rained and how!!! Here in Singapore, we live on the 12th floor and every time it rains, we have to close the windows so that the water does not get in. So one dark evening it rained, and I heard G say, Close windows...i was working on my laptop, I blinked, I frowned and I wondered why I should shut down my windows (my windows vista)...before the dim bulb brightened. I walked to the actual

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My son's almost 11 and if i ignore his temper surges, still very much a baby, innocent and impressionable. His birthday is approaching soon, and we asked him what he wanted as a present, (a temporary lapse in sanity prompted us to ask him if he wanted a PSP, or Wii), he said NO to both. I was quite surprised!He's most happy if you take him for a game of soccer or cricket, delirious if someone can

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It's been two weeks since i've come back to Singapore...The kids have settled back into their routine remarkably, the husband is thrilled to come back to a noisy home and i'm still in the 'I miss everyone' mood...So what better time than this to finish 'THE' book tag, pinned on me by Preethi of incessant musings. This tag has been appearing on everyone's blog of late, and of course as usual i'm

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Sometime back, (actually a long time ago) xh and neera had tagged me on the 10 things I miss right now, and the things I would want to do within the next 10 years...I miss, 1. The twins (my 3-yr-old adorable, cuddable, kannada-with-an american twang- spouting nephew and niece)2. The Bangalore traffic...(that's when i used to catch up with my friends) 3. Everybody in bangalore...sigh..4. The

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That's what was happening in my life right now...pause...and play, pause and play ...Savoring the moments of leisure, enjoying that cuppa with my sister in the cool early morning breeze, when the kid brigade are in dreamland, leaving their mothers to catch up... getting fattened up with all that love...but now, that the vacation is officially over, it seems the weeks have zipped past...It's now

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So I'm finally in the land of boiled beans...and being persistently fattened up...and for now at least i'm loving it! :)The flight was surprisingly peaceful except for a slightly high on sugar neighbor, who suddenly started drumming his fingers vigorously on his thighs, in sync with the in cabin music!!! My 10 yr-old sitting next to him was NOT amused...i was petrified even to look in his

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So, i'm packing and weighing, packing and weighing, packing and...sigh (i also noticed that my weight has increased)G thinks i'm packing the whole house...grrr...for the record, i'm not!!!i'm excited and not excited...excited because i'm going to be meeting my parents, sisters, grandparents, all those lil ones who call me chikki (the hipper version for chikkamma) my friends, the relatives, their

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The eyes are tired, the mind is numb, the senses have taken a beating and nobody understands me! i'm also drained out, courtesy the stress generated by some late nights.finishing my mag work...if you must know...!!!Then of course its very easy to get stressed out, because i've embarked on a very heroic task...shopping for goody bags for my India trip. (i'm so looking forward to it)...did i tell

Sumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191649124291527517noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344181663524820770.post-21835555174962793912008-05-04T19:22:00.000-07:002008-05-06T02:46:50.302-07:00

~nm tagged me long, long back on the first five things i do when i get back home!!! You really want to know?A scene especially when i return from the supermarket, lugging the grocery bag, a backpack, a mobile and my card case. Here in Singapore, i generally HAVE to HAVE an access card to enter my apartment block, my MRT link card to travel by the metro, and of course my debit card... At my

Sumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191649124291527517noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344181663524820770.post-90370157679131206172008-05-04T19:19:00.000-07:002008-05-06T02:13:55.771-07:00

Veenz tagged me with a chain of spreading love... I have alovely circle of blog pals so let me do my bit of spreading cheer.Once tagged, you have to copy paste the link in this post, add your name and make them grow!BennyLiew, RamblingMoo, Mum & Kids In Wonderland, Judelittle, Our mini blogsphere, Rooms in My Heart, http://janiceng.blogspot.com/, ChinNee, Jo-N, LadyJava's Lounge, Strange but

Sumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191649124291527517noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344181663524820770.post-76103646361143220412008-04-24T07:25:00.000-07:002008-05-04T20:44:36.283-07:00

JLT passed on this tag to me...Know me better!!!Last Movie You Saw In A Theater: Last movie? Jodhaa Akbar!!! Finally something I watched without the children…without G...but ...with my in-laws. (ma-in-law had been wanting to watch and i had heard a lot of the 'abs'solutely fabulous hrithik...) G decided to be the perfect husband and spent an evening with the children, while I brushed up on my

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I looked at her… she looked at me…she came towards me…with a very determined look. I cringed knowing that I would goof up again. Was i sweating? i hoped not...I would smell awful!!!Was it going to be on the left or the right…left or right…?She inched towards my left…i inched towards her right…So intent was I on getting it right, that I never realised when she changed directions…Clash!!! splat!! *

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Lost: patience, temper, energy, multivitamins and sense of humorFinders: do return my sense of humor…There have been days when i find my 10 yr-old extremely frustrating. Absent minded, and secure in his little world, which wakes up only when a few magic words (read sports, runescape, food and books) are sounded. There are times when he surprises me with little dollops of wisdom too. Like when i

Sumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14191649124291527517noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5344181663524820770.post-5114792139528592822008-03-27T20:07:00.000-07:002008-04-03T01:28:24.331-07:00

I've been tagged by ever smiling joy to write about 10 things i hate about men. Hate is a strong word and reserved for those who are scums. Since all the guys i know fall into the decent category, let's just say that there are a few things i love to dislike. After 14years of marriage, you cannot hate, you live with...Everyone has their flaws and no one's perfect...a look at both sides...;)A few

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When we were young, and had company over for dinner, I remember a strange ritual. My mother would ask the guest if he wanted a second helping, he would decline and yet my mom would persuade him and serve him some more. It was funny because we knew he wanted more, yet he expected us to force him to eat more!! That was my first initiation into the art of persistent hospitality. We Indians are very

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(pic courtesy: www.scoutshaachtstation.be/gfx/huh.gif)I just don’t get it!!!Sunday scribblings has given us the license to publicly rant. Hope you have time...This could get long. Why is it that parents can read your every tone or sense a down cast mood…husbands on the other hand need a d*** placard!! Why is it that when you work (I work from home), guests assume you are not doing

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What a week this has been...it has been a week of examinations and lost temper. Firstly he lost his text book and we had to make do with his notes. Add some friction by a few boys in the complex. My aching head!!by the way, wish me luck...its maths tomorrow and my mind's whirling with fractions and simple interest... and the boy is so thrilled that he has worked on 30 pages of sums that he is

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What do you mean you are sick and cannot go to school! You have to go to school!! I have loads of housework, 'work' work and miscellaneous work to do! You didn't seem sick yesterday when u went to your friend's birthday party? Did you have to get sick today? Are you sure u are not well????...here take crocin and lie for a while....Maybe you will feel better in a while? What? it's worse...

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See what I discovered! Unconscious mutterings... This brought to mind a game i used to play with my kids/friends. The rules...Each week ten words are posted, to which you can respond to with the first thing that comes to mind. This was too good to resist...My responses to this week's words:1. Chemical :: hair color2. Poker :: face3. Federal :: Offence4. Mattress :: Sleep5. Who am I? :: Exactly 6.

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The prompt at Sunday Scribblers was time machine. The movies and books have always been my time machines. One brings the past alive visually while the other flies you there with just words. If you've succeeeded in reaching the destined place and felt the characters' pain/joy, then the book has served its prupose. Personally, what better time machine do i have, than the internet? I speak to my

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Hi to all my pals in the zodiac world (click on the link to find what animal you are!!!! )It’s been a long time since I last made an appearance in this little letter .. I’m piggy, the reason for certain pig headed behavior in TA. It has been a pretty tame month in the TA household. I'm back now and looks like at the right time too. Look at the last few posts, no mirch, no spice... everything's

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It's been one of those days where I’ve locked myself into the room after having performed a series of exemplary acts...I’ve rescued my towels from the dustbin (courtesy an absentminded son) saved my lights from being broken by a ball and myself from seeing stars by being socked by it, screamed my lungs out, managed to finish my editing work dead on the line, got dinner on the table and still been

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I never thought a day would arrive when i would be asked to delve into my thoughts and pick out some thoughts already spewed out!!! Its like hunting in my wardrobe for that darn dress which of course has to be underneath the huge mountain of clothes(err..not a mountain...it just looks like one..i actually don't have enough clothes!! )...then you pull it out only to find the whole thing a bigger

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"Bye, see u later, alligator" That is how my lil boy bids bye to me these days, every single time he steps out of that door. Today was different. Today I said goodbye to him...in the morning... after a huge list of do's and don'ts to my husband. "Remember to give him his milk...His b'fast is on the table, do see that he eats up everything...His bus comes at 10.50 ..be there..." Needless to say i

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Last December, our chief artist, all of 10 years, sketched out a few holiday scenes, with his deputy aiding him in coloring them. He made a few and sent them to a few friends. We received enthusiastic thank you email messages from most of them!We have a little tradition in the TA household where on every birthday, the birthday baby gets a card (usually hand made)… My birthday was no different.

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Since I was small, the hair and I have begged to differ. I wanted it straight…it curled and curled in true south Indian fashion. Oil it, said my grand mom…and so mom did, and tried to make it behave by braiding it…tight …ouch!! I’ve had weird things put in my hair from henna to egg yolks to tea leaves…if not anything, it kept the mosquitoes away! I’ve had it short when I wanted it long and short

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A few simple pleasures...Turning 36 and realising it feels just like 35...Finding out how lucky i am to be turning 36, from my 5 yr old..you are so lucky amma, you have so many candles to blow, not fair!!...Realising that we have a long 4 day weekend just for my b'day...(actually it was for Chinese new year but that is really beside the point!!!)Having a surprise lunch date with G, with kids at

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The prompt at the Writer's island is 'MAGIC'. This is my attempt at a little magic. Here's wishing magic your way.

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i've been dreaming tags, these days. So got along to finishing one of them. Romila from rustic notes tagged me a list of twenty questions. According to the rules I was to change one question but i changed a few more.Instructions: Remove 1 question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post.

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A lazy evening, kids excited because their grandpa had come a-visiting, me in the kitchen rustling up dinner, when THUD! There was a loud sound which could have meant only one thing. Three people converged from various corners to see lil S sprawled on the floor. When he got up, my heart lurched. His whole face was covered with blood and for a second we had no idea where he was hurt – internally

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