Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Morning person

Keep away from them. That being said I can’t keep away from my son. A five year old being a morning person is atypical. These species are all cheerful, organized, and ever ready to fire a quick “good morning” to the lazy bums. My dad belongs to this exceptional breed and he tried his best to convert me but in vain. He even went up to the extent of brushing and excreting loudly. Not to mention those made up serial coughs, which sure woke our neighbors. I being the thick skinned buffalo reacted to all his gimmicks with a few grunts and buried myself under the bedsheets, which I could afford then. Looks like his curse has acted upon me now in the form of my son since I can’t turn my back if he screams potty in the morning and demands to be washed. I can’t turn my back if he screams,“I am hungry”. I can’t turn my back if he screams, “ I haven’t completed my homework “. I can’t turn my back if he screams “ BABY IS CRYING”. Talk about winter and its gets close to impossible to waking up early. Now that am a mother of two kids I hope god gives me the strength to become a morning person WHICH I HATE THE MOST.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Goan Prawn curry

When it comes to food am positive that every single human on this earth will show interest as long as you are not a saint (Am not sure if they are feeding their desires secretly). Don’t anticipate me to give you all the recipe considering the title. When I first saw the video of this recipe on you tube, I thought it may taste yuck but something just made me attempt it and I was quite amazed at the outcome. The blend of spices and the process of making it were quite out of the ordinary from the customary malayali recipes, which I am used to. Now I know that all of you are dying to know the recipe and here it goes

http://video.webindia123.com/cookery/curry/nonveg/goanprawn/index.htm


I have also observed that most of the goan food tastes like malayali food. The use of coconut milk and kokum is universal in both the regions.Well! who does not desire a change from routine. Go ahead and try the recipe.
P.S Let me also add that nobody can beat my mom's prawn recipe and if I have to share that you guys have to mail me :)

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Atul Again

I suppose it’s high time I dedicate this blog to Atul since I can’t think beyond Atul at this point of time. A bundle has happened since the last time I blogged and I keep wondering how I manage to stay positive even after receiving the worst ever prognosis for my little angel. Guess what, my darling has come up with a new diagnosis called infantile spasms and I am using this blog to vent. It’s a very grave disorder and am trying my best to cope. I don’t want to shed a tear (atleast not in front of others). This is a letter for those who stare at my baby wondering what is wrong with him

My name is Atul, and my mom saw you looking
at me with " that look"
I'm sorry if I don't meet your expectations, but, you see I have had lots of problems already in my short life. For one thing I’m legally blind, and therefore can't look directly
at you, which is something I'd love to do. I was also born with something
they call "Infantile Spasms" which causes me to have seizures from time to time, and they always scare me so much, and make me cry, and that's why I can't walk and run like other children my age. My Mommy and Daddy, my big brother Aditya, my Grandmas and Grandpa all do lots of special things for me to help me be
"normal", so I will eventually be able to walk and run and do lots of other
things, but in the meantime, please be tolerant with me and accept me for what I am: A sweet, smart, happy baby, who does the best he can............. You see GOD isn't done with me yet.........

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

HEAVEN'S VERY SPECIAL CHILD

Got it from someother blog ....just loved it.


HEAVEN'S VERY SPECIAL CHILD

A meeting was held quite far from Earth!
It's time again for another birth.
Said the Angels to the LORD above,
This Special Child will need much love.

His progress may be very slow,
Accomplishments he may not show.
And he'll require extra care
From the folks he meets down there.

He may not run or laugh or play,
His thoughts may seem quite far away,
In many ways he won't adapt,
And he'll be known as handicapped.

So let's be careful where he's sent,
We want his life to be content.
Please LORD, find the parents who
Will do a special job for you.

They will not realize right away
The leading role they're asked to play,
But with this child sent from above
Comes stronger faith and richer love.

And soon they'll know the privilege given
In caring for their gift from Heaven.
Their precious charge, so meek and mild,
Is HEAVEN'S VERY SPECIAL CHILD.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Pun Intended

The other day I was walking with few of my friends around our apartment when one of my friends pointed to a balcony where the cloth railing had copious colored undergarments hung in a line. Fascinating to see exclusively hung underwears!!! Looks like it was an undergarment day. Wonder if they have separate baskets for sordid bras, panties, whites, non-whites etc. For the eccentric----TAKE IT EASY. Let go and get some white under wears catch some pink. Anyway the public will not notice it as long as you are not a model????
Hey, now that rings some bells. It may be a model living in that apt. Now I better control my hubby’s walk routine or still better get him into a diverse route.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Hmmm....

Long since I updated my blog. A lot has happened, and I don’t know where to start. Last month has been chaotic and its Atul again. He has been taking us to all new places and now I can proudly claim that am an MD in pediatrics. Wonder if the MD ‘s know as much as I do. Trying to get a hold of myself but it gets beyond limit sometimes. I fancy I could write more but some feelings better be in my mind than on paper and I think I always wanted to share my good moments on this blog. Can’t help when am going through a bad phase.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

A day in Atul’s life

I woke up just about 7.30 A.M and am behind schedule as usual. Atul was fast asleep and I gaze at that angel. He is such a darling when he is sound asleep. I have a heavy head as Atul kept me busy last night as usual .He was trying his best to amuse me until 3 A.M by creating all kind of sounds and if that din’t work, he squeals at the top of his voice making sure that everyone else in the apartment is entertained as well. I felt like am going to pass out if he doesn’t stop his antics either in the form of howling or turning over and landing precisely on my face. I tried my best to put him to sleep by patting him on his back but in vain. Today I was supposed to wake up early and get everything in order by 10 A.M, so I wont be late for his speech therapy. Yes! atul is hard of hearing and subsequent to all the tests one can do under he sun, he has been detected with a hearing loss. When he was born, we thought we have landed in Paris just like the others. But, the plane took a sharp turn to ITALY instead and we are one in 1000 who have landed there. But hey, ITALY is a wonderful place. Yes, it was grief initially, denial next and now acceptance. He must be god’s gift to us since god knows that he can’t have better parents than us. He is 9 months now and after the initial hiccup, I have been trying my best to get into routine of taking him for therapies. The doc says, we are fortunate to have detected it this early, since we can get him into mainstream as early as likely. As the tale continues, I expected the driver to turn up at 10 A.M and I run down anxiously to see if he has arrived. This is the fifth time am doing that and he arrives at 10.30 A.M and I quickly pop up the usual question*why are you late* like am expecting a genuine reply. He tries to come up with a flawlessly unconvincing answer, and I have no time to pay attention to that and asked him to hurry up. I was already late . I quickly ran back to pick atul and to make things worse, he is in his best mood (squealing for more milk).”No time for that baby” we have to hurry, and this guy paces off only to reach half an hour late. The therapist has been waiting and this time am at the receiving end and I give her an equally unconvincing answer .She stares at me like she heard the dumbest excuse in the world and says “come on follow me”. I run behind her like a lamb and she takes me into this small toilet oop’s room(the size of a toilet!) Quickly I put the hearing aids in atul’s little ears and THE END. Hey begins to howl since he hates it! The therapy is OVER.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Doctors

Renowned hospital, busy doctors, scarcity of time-India. I hope you guys got the message. Every so often, I get to wonder, how in the first place, the hospital got legendary? I assume that during its start up, they got hold of a team of high-quality docs who had all the time for the fragile patients. Word got around, the hospital got illustrious, job opportunities poured out and to desperately fill in the vacancies, many worthless ones got hired. The result - the patients are fired (in a friendly approach). We shell out out oodles to meet the ever-famous guys out there who can hardly spare 5 minutes for 500 bucks. No satisfaction guaranteed……….!!!

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Celestial Greens

Our trip to kerala last week was invigorating and I am still in the hangover. The greenery has never failed to rejuvenate my senses subsequent to each yearly visit. Back in my childhood days, I remember the way I waited eagerly for the onset of summer which would mean that, we are due for our vacation to my parent’s native –the god’s own country. Previously I was under the notion that their native was the best place, I visited. But subsequent to my matrimony, my hubby’s place seems to be the better than the best. Ofcourse there have been times when the snakes have scared the shit out of me. Trust me! To think of it, that was also amusing.
Following each visit, I feel sad for the community who have lived in cities most of their lives. Lucky are the ones who are born and brought up in the midst of the greenery, which is rapidly perishing. I guess my next wish would be, to have my rebirth (if there is something like that) in kerala. Am completely in love with that place.

Sunday, April 8, 2007

Adi's adventures

Its summer and adi’s adventures have begun.
Day 6–he swallowed a marble and don’t ask me how I got it out the subsequent day.
Day 9 -he tongue cleaned using his dad’s shaving blade
Day 12 – slipped into the swimming pool, and got out by himself.
My heart is still beating. Hope I wont die of a heart attack by the end of this summer

Friday, March 30, 2007

Unhealthy Comparison - the key to gloom.

Is it human tendency to compare? Although we know that it is damaging to compare, there have been instances when our psyche naturally tunes to the behavior. Sometimes it can be motivating but most of the time it is distressing. It’s usually observed in parents. This can be very risky for the healthy upbringing of the kids. We tend to lose focus in order to achieve short-term aspirations, which are stemmed out of comparison. Some people have this natural inclination towards boasting. How does this affect the one who is at the receiving end? Doesn’t it require some disciplining of mind, to avoid getting into the rat race or is it better to avoid people who are constantly trying to nag others with their show. Well, I am not sure how to deal with this. My take would be to avoid this breed, which may not be feasible at all times. The least we could do is to imagine some cotton plugged into our ears when we see the being approaching with something new to intimidate us with.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Greatest fear

What is the greatest fear in human life? The greed to become somebody and the dread of becoming nobody. I read this in a book and consent to this. To think of it, the majority part of one’s life is washed-out thinking of what else one can accomplish. It’s mostly materialistic. Not that I am against progress but that it’s never ending. People get married bcuz of the fear of loneliness in their old age. Children are beared out of fear too- Life insurance ! Not that I am any diverse though I desperately want to be .In the rat race we are not enjoying the present! The book says life is beautiful bcuz we don’t know the future. Suspense is what makes life interesting .For example, dating is better than marriage . Now don’t mistake me! Am married . This is bcuz we don’t take our partner for granted while dating. Matrimony transforms it all-the partner is taken for granted and hence the constant cribbing over “things were rosy before marriage and now you don’t care”? Am sure most of us agree on this .So why don’t we treat our partner’s the same way like we know them for the first time, consistently? Find beauty in everything whether it be a buffalo or Aishwarya rai-treat both of them alike -key to being happy and living life every moment to the fullest…this is incomplete and I need adequate life experience to finish this………..

Monday, March 19, 2007

It was burning.

Today I prepared chilly chicken and the formula said 15 chilies for a kg chicken and the chilies I procured yesterday were dreadfully hot. Typically my hubby finished his lunch stating “It’s been quiet long since I visited home (his mom) “. I ended up rationalizing by licking my plate, despite the fact that my tongue was on fire. My 5 year old was scrutinizing our exchange of words, when he came up to me and said “Accept defeat sportively” .My jaw threw open and I asked him as to where he picked that. He told me that it was the moral of the story “fox and the grapes” narrated by his teacher at school. Well! I could not hide my amusement. The point is that cooking is a game. Occasionally I get lucky but most of the other times I lose. However each time I lose does not imply that my hub has to take a plane home. The reality is that I have this bizarre tendency of trying out new recipes every alternate day .To some men this may sound electrifying. Trust me! My hubby used to feel no different but not anymore. To abridge I can call myself jack of all and master of none.

I believe its time I stick to few recipes and master them before I uproot.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Veiled Feelings

Couple of days back my maid lost her husband. God! What a proclamation! It was so easy to inscribe that. She is back to work after a gap of 10 days. She looks traumatized and I am not able to face her. Worst of all I don’t even know how to console her. I am bad at reassuring, the ones who have lost their near and dear ones. Kill me! I hate myself for that. She appears so mechanical, and tries her best to avoid me bcuz she is aware that am doing the same. I am not sure what to do either. She has been working here for the last three years and all I could utter was “don’t worry, we are here for you”. A thought runs through my mind- Hey what do I mean by saying “we are here for you”. I can aid her financially but am not sure about that 10 years from now. Come on! not 10, maybe 2???? Cuz, I can’t foretell about what is going to occur the next sec, forget 10 years. But nothing can ever replace the emptiness in her life. All these years, there was not a single day that has gone by without her mentioning about her husband. Although I have never seen him, I had this mental image about him and the depiction she gave me was a decent one, disparate most other cases. The loss must have been beyond belief and the grief may be heartache.

Time is the best healer and at present I want time to fly. A woman gets stronger only when she is forsaken. I pray to god! That he gives her courage to face life positively and go on. She has a 7-year-old son to take care of??????????

Monday, March 12, 2007

OXYMORON

OXYMORON

Assertive-I adore this word cuz every so often this is what I desperately crave to be and cannot be when I need to be. I cannot speculate how far it can get us, cuz it can be lethal damage at times but gives us an colossal sense of relief .I think everyone would consent with this esp for folks who are out there facing the harsh humankind (on their job). Perhaps the worst thing that would transpire would be “you are fired” but what the heck, the sense of satisfaction that follows would be our compensation. It’s better than being there in agony! Come on lets go get a life.

Well! Am wondering, “Why the hell am I writing about this.” This morning one of my pals came up to me and said something bizarre (something which I don’t like to divulge here). I should have spoken my mind but instead, blurted all the opposites. Isn’t that being an oxymoron .Why am I being so diplomatic here when I should have been assertive? I thing being diplomatic helps at times but am I not deceitful on my mind and her? Guess that was the only option! Guys she is a sensitive wreck so now you know why I was being suave.

Thursday, March 8, 2007

Women's Day


Today is our day eh! Did I perceive it right? I think I did. Am I going to indulge myself? Can’t decide on that since choice is driven by circumstance particularly after you embark on parenting. Talking about women’s day, I wonder how one should spend the day nevertheless. If you belong to the crowd of “yet to be hooked on to the nuptial knot” then you are free to party your way. Yet another gang of women “devoid of responsibilities” can be young or old can also celebrate it in style. That leaves a set of wedged women who simply cannot care if it is a man ‘s day or a woman’s day but go around doing their obligation like any other day.
The point is, who cares as long as women are treated with awe, deference and love. Everyday will be a women’s day. Heavenly paradise.

Aditya

I can’t be biased about my 2nd one so I have to write something about my first beloved. Am at loss of words for him bcoz I feel like I have missed scripting lots of valued moments, which I should have penned down earlier. Guys! Why dint I think of blogging then! !

To begin the story or to make a long story short, Long Long ago (I mean 5 years back) , all hell broke loose ,ADI was born. That tiny little thing is now a 5-year-old rogue.My day starts with a sugary good morning from him and ends with an even syrupy goodnight. Don’t ask me what happens between A.M and P.M. Its an unsolved mystery. Sometimes sweet and sometimes bitter. Did I tell you he has a cluster of friends err monkeys who keep him on his toes from the minute he is back from school. The other day he said that he dint love me anymore cuz he got this new chic in the block who dared take away my stand .Now she is my competeter!!!! Am gonna amend that shortly.

He has no time for food water and rest. All in all he is a NON STOP babbling fidgety machine.

My life would have been so deficient and mechanical without this little darling devil

Atul

My first blog, my second son and my favorite topic at that ….

Lying on the operation table, with half my body anesthetized, all I could think of was to yell and run out of the theatre. My hands were shuddering and the nurse was asking me if am cold .The doc appeared calm and cool while performing the operation. She was busy bitching about some junior docs and that was getting on to my nerves. I was not geared up to see the baby’s face yet and lo she says another boy, lifts him and I get a glimse of him from the other side of the curtain. Boy o boy he was tiny, red, bloody cute but the fatigue was getting the better of me and all I wanted her to do was stich me up in a jiffy since I had this bizarre notion that I may endure a hemorrhage . Sometimes docs are so insensitive, they treat patients like DOGS. Not to censure them, they must be handling a zillion ‘C’ cases in a year.

All that I care 5 months later is that I can boast of having the most adorable, cute, sweet, charming young man in my life. Welcome to my life ATUL