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Mommy diaries

Published on August 1, 2012 in Lee and Life as it happens. 0 Comments Tags: , , .

Alternatively, \m/ for mommy

You know you are almost a stranger to your own blog when you forget your username and password. Blame it on the post 33 grey cells (yes, THIRTY THREE! And to think I once lamented turning 28!) And in case anyone was wondering, this is exactly how we grow old.

Being a mommy to a two and half year old means a whirlwind of activities most of which involve having to wipe instant crocodile tears and dancing along with Mickey freaking Mouse and his friends on TV. I sometimes find myself humming cartoon show tunes at work and quickly stop before anyone realizes I am a huge Doraemon fan. Who wouldn’t love a robot from the future sent back in time by the creator to improve the quality of life of his 10 year old great, great grandfather! I could use a robot slave or two myself right now.

Not that I want to indulge in Baby Olympics but Lee can now recite the entire English as well as Hindi alphabets and has recently learnt how to write ‘A’. I find this incredible because as a kid, I played throughout the year during nursery, learned big alphabets in LKG and small alphabets only in UKG! So now we have the walls of our house covered in weirdly misshapen A’s – let me tell you – whoever paints their house in anticipation of a child is really just throwing money down the drain!

These toddlers seem to live on air and biscuits, I swear. Feeding time is a battle in itself and so is night time. Today, I had to spend exactly an hour trying to put her to sleep when she was willing to anything but sleep. Bedtime rituals involve telling the story of “The TV and that fan and that table and the lizard on the wall” and almost anything she can spot in the night light. Sometimes I doze off and she in turn sings me a lullaby, “Hush lil mummy, don’t say a word…”. I have to try not to laugh out loud or else she’s up in an instant and up to her wide-awake tricks such as shaking head and shoulders, pretty much Exorcist-style.

It has been years since I have been to watch a movie and have forgotten how pop corn tastes like. The last one I watched had been Avatar which means the exiled humans have reached halfway back to earth by now. Also, contrary to popular belief, its not because of motherhood that I have stayed away from blogging much to the disappointment of my reader(s). Its just that I’m plain lazy. Therefore, I will:

(a) Either continue writing on random topics henceforth, as and when I can; or

(b) See you all in another year

… whichever is sooner.

Yours, to take the Mickey

Rinchen \m/

 

Make some noise

Published on August 6, 2011 in Lee and Life as it happens. 2 Comments Tags: , , , .

Like I was saying here, I dont know when it was that we all started becoming so quiet. Even I never intended to abandon my blog, seeing as my last post was in Jan 2011. I know I was busy with The Baby but to be honest, I was all too busy downloading and watching Dexter, Prison Break and Modern Family. I must admit, this stuff is pretty addictive. Kinda like the methamphetamine shit thats being brewed in the Super Meth Lab in Breaking Bad. But thats for you to experience for yourself.

(Tips for movie-addict new moms: Invest in a super-awesome headphone, in my case I got the Sennheiser one with a 3 metre cable so that I could watch TV at night. 9pm to midnight and beyond. Remember, although if you overdo it for more than a few times and consequently walk around like a zombie for the rest of the office day, you only have yourself to blame and not me)

Post my Pondicherry vacation last December, I havent been anywhere. Shuttling between work and home pretty much consumes our lives, doesnt it? I’ve even started seriously noting my petrol consumption and that crap which I’ve never bothered with before. Something I remember my dad used to do so back in the days. I used to get pulled up quite a lot because I used to also include the last moving unit to the total tally and get the mileage in lakhs. Real funny now. Growing old sucks.

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Among other things

Published on July 7, 2010 in Good things, Lee and Life as it happens. 19 Comments Tags: , , , , .

Another July, another humid summer. A new baby and an almost forgotten dog. 2010 has been a hectic year. And as a friend on Facebook reminded us, half the year is already over (insert as many exclamation marks as applicable here). I have been home since February and finally joined work this monday. The transition was painful . It still is since this is only my second day back to a dusty desk and a rickety chair, which was okay when I left, I know for sure.

It is so humid. It is so hot. On a plus side, I liked being back in the classroom after one whole semester. I even started teaching the very first day of college (roll eyes as applicable here again). As we all know the rules of teaching, no one takes the first class after a long vacation. At least thats how they did it back in my alma mater, Calicut. I thought it was AICTE approved a general rule or something.

The baby is now 5 months old today. She smiles and laughs and coos and aahs and cries at will and makes me want to quit my job and be a stay at home mom. Little Lee’s started to roll over these days although she lacks the necessary hand to leg coordination for crawling… so she just sprawls on her tummy and goes *waahh* for help. Once I even caught her dozing off to sleep on her own. Such independent streak already! The mommy in me, suddenly finding herself being redundant, couldnt help but wake her up and put her to sleep myself again.

Sigh. I could have gotten used to being on maternity leave for life.

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Rinchen needs

Published on November 15, 2009 in From here & there and I me & myself. 8 Comments Tags: , , , , .

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This one is an interesting tag. All you have to do is google for “<first_name> needs”, where you replace <first_name> with your first name, and list out 10 interesting and sensible sentences from the results that you get. Also add your commentary with each sentence, so that we know what your thoughts are about Google’s thoughts.

1. Rinchen needs to read the tag’s opening paragraph more closely.

- Where I was supposed to google for “<first name> needs” instead of finishing the tag as per things that I REALLY NEED and then going DOH! in the end.

2. Rinchen needs to either delete the blog or update it regularly, for crying out loud.

- I am really amazed at people who can write regularly and with undying commitment. I run out of things to say at least once a month. Or unless I get tagged, thank god for small mercies. (Or in this case, Deepak for tagging me)

3. Rinchen needs to stop watching reality shows on TV.

- I crib about Big Boss and its nasty inmates but I cant stop watching it to save my life. And even though Roadies 7 without Raghu sucks BIG TIME, I will still watch it every week, without fail.

4. Rinchen needs to go take a hike.

- Or a small walk at least; I am getting lazier and lazier by the day.

5. Rinchen needs a tetanus shot.

- And not looking forward to it one bit. I heard its awful painful.

6. Rinchen needs a butler for life.

- Applicants without previous experience need not apply. Must not talk back while getting yelled at and should be okay with fighting the dog for a bed to sleep in.

7. Rinchen needs to take a break.

- I’d like a change. A different thing to do every morning. Instead of doing the same things over and over again. And having nothing to do come weekend. Sigh.

8. Rinchen needs to stop calling other people weirdos.

- And expect the same in return, I might mention.

9. Rinchen needs to be on time.

- I have noticed that I am one of the regular late comers at work. The only thing I do early is probably lunch (haha).

10. Rinchen needs to tag some people.

- How about you?

My life in numbers

Published on September 11, 2009 in I me & myself. 15 Comments Tags: , , , .

Okay, lets start with a tag from Indian Pundit which I have procrastinated long enough. Numbers that reveal secrets about me. Hmmm… difficult, very difficult. I have re-written this time and time again because I’m not so, erm, good at revealing secrets and that too, about myself.

ONE: I am a one-handbag woman. Unlike other fashionable ladies, I will carry my purse with me to the grave, if it hasnt been torn, mutilated or made fun of by certain people around me.

TWO: I would like to have two children.

THREE: Or make that three.

FOUR: I can speak four languages; I’m a bit rusty at the fourth one but still, I cant help but show off. Its always been that way.

FIVE: I have five really good friends. I get along with these girls like a house on fire.

I owe my college degree to one, share memorable school experiences with the second (reunited by Orkut, thank you so much), can almost out-drink the third (though she also beats me in scrabble and crossword), am younger by a year to the fourth so there’s always someone older than me whose birthday sort-of eases me in to the next higher digit; and finally the fifth with whom I share my lunch these days and we have the most marvellous time talking about each and everything under the sun. And also, its never gossip when we ‘talk’, btw.

SIX: Its been six years that I’ve been working in the same place. I cant imagine doing anything else. Not counting winning that lottery and then anyone can shove this job up anywhere, frankly speaking.

SEVEN: Its my lucky number. No, its not, you just want to get this number over with because you cant think of anything else to write. Oh, shut up! *You* shut up! No, you! No, you! Oh, real mature! Oh, what’s the point?

EIGHT: Eight of my finger nails are nice and long. One of my old friend once remarked that if there was a title she could invent, she would call me “Miss Hand” (imagine!). But my thumb nails are short and flat and not at all nice to look at. There, I said it. One of my deepest secrets, finally revealed.

NINE: 09 has been a good year. I’d hate to see it pass. Or maybe not. Lets wait and see, shall we?

Okay, I now tag everyone who thinks this tag was easy enough to do. And that, my friend – is you.

In dog years, I’m dead

Published on June 20, 2009 in Life as it happens and You live, you learn. 20 Comments Tags: , , .

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Today is the last day I will be able to say I am 29. There are very few instances in life when one wants time to stand still and I figure this is definitely one of them. Its surreal leaving the 20′s behind and turning old is cruel, nay excruciatingly painful. Who knew this day would one day arrive.

I was ranting about the very same thing to a friend of mine who had an interesting thing to say: 30′s are the best years of one’s life. According to him, the 20′s are when you’re discovering yourself; maybe experimenting with things, pleasant or otherwise. And a whole lot of drama naturally involved.

On the contrary, the 30′s are when you’ve accepted who you are and you finally learn to make peace with yourself. You know what you want and dont; and basically live life as per your choices and no one else’s.

This made a lot of sense to me. And if at all, what he says is true, I can stop fussing about a number that decides how old I should be because facebook says I’m mentally only 13.

Here’s to three decades well spent. I didnt want to turn 30 but looks like time had other plans!

To being thirty. And (hopefully) stopping the count at that and no, I dont mean anything drastic like dying within this year.

30 and none the wiser. And we shall live happily ever after.

Torture parlour

Published on April 6, 2009 in Life as it happens and No good. 8 Comments Tags: , .

I’ve begun dreading the mandatory visit to the local beauty parlour. And its not as if one can do anything about it since you have to be extra careful with scissor-happy females who hold the power to give you a really bad haircut. And make you look like a freak in the flick of a wrist.

Most of the times, I’m always unfortunate enough to get attended upon by an overtly talkative lady who tries to be your new best friend and give you tips on any subject ranging from blackheads to a happy married life. And they have to speak through a bubble gum to make it as worse as possible.

The fellow gossip-starved clients dont help much either. In fact, both of them team up to churn yard after yard of gossip that smothers everyone around and which although is interesting to listen to for a while but may get real bitchy after a point of time.

Another problem is my specs. They ask me to remove my glasses for the hair cut after which I cant make out what the hell’s going on back there. My hairstyle then automatically depends on the one who is cutting them and by the time she finishes her job and asks me to inspect (with my glasses back on), its usually too late to not like whatever she has just done. Another reason for me and blind people to be nice to the hairdresser.

Eyebrow threading is another task I do not care for much and always squirm with pain whenever the lady rips it off with a vengeance that makes me question her sanity. And as if that wasnt bad enough, I once had the lady press up to me so much that I swear, if she had been pregnant, I could have heard the baby’s heart beat.

The beauty parlour has transmorgified into a torture parlour for me where the moment I enter, I am pointed to a seat and a ton of magazines are automatically dumped on me that feature skinny models with glowing skin and really nice hair.

Oh yeah, as if the trip to the torture parlour itself wasnt bad enough.

I’m willing my hair not to grow back on. Or accept the option to look shabby for the rest of my life. Or gift my hairdresser something really expensive.

P.S. I know this post probably wont make much sense to the guys who all they know of the mysterious beauty parlours is the front door and the sign which says - Men not allowed inside. If you thought waiting outside forever for your girl to emerge was bad, let me tell you, being indoors isnt a lot of fun either. At least for me!

Obsession

Published on March 25, 2009 in Life as it happens. 26 Comments Tags: , .

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I realized that I’m prone to obessions. It amuses me to think that I listen to the same song ten times at a stretch, I play the same game for weeks now so much so that I havent checked my mail, my precious blog and what the heck does real life mean, anyways?

Looking back, I screwed up quite a lot. Apologies to:

  • My best friends who had a baby boy recently. I still havent visited them yet.
  • My baby sister turned 7 this month. I missed her birthday.
  • Also missed two of my best friends’ birthdays. Arrgghh.
  • My dog’s eating grass. This means she’s probably sick. Nothing done about it yet.

I’ve got to start doing things in order of their importance.

And I’ve got to stop believing that descending is also an order.

The Q & A tag

Published on February 15, 2009 in From here & there and I me & myself. 23 Comments Tags: , , .

Here are the instructions:

USING ONLY ONE WORD! Copy and change the answers to suit you and pass it on. It’s really hard to only use one word answers.

Unfortunately, here at Blah Unlimited I found it hard, no excruciatingly difficult, to give one word answers. Apologies to Shaliya who tagged me for not sticking to the rules.

1. Where is your cell phone?
      It is wherever it starts ringing from.
2. Your significant other?
     Is quite significant even though you dont read about him much here.
3. Your hair?
      Short and coloured and currently not obeying the rules of conditioning.
4. Your mother?
     A very sweet person, god bless her soul.
5. Your father?
      Like me, only was more gregarious and smarter.
6. Your favorite thing?
      Currently, playing travian online. My village needs to be catapulted for me to come back to real life.
7. Your dream last night?
     Cant remember.
8. Your favorite drink?
     Vodka and limca. Limca kicks Sprite’s a$$.
9. Your dream/goal?
     I told you I dont remember my dreams. Ditto for goals.
10. What room you are in?
       Room of Requirement. Everything I need is right here!
11. Your hobby?
      Blogging, movies, books, music, traveling.
12. Your fear?
      Dentists. If they ever declare bankruptcy, its because of people like me.
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years?
       My 5 year plan (when I do have one) does not extend to 6 years. Duh!
14. Where were you last night?
       Am I a suspect?

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Dont know, dont care

Published on December 2, 2008 in Favourite posts, Life as it happens and No good. 10 Comments Tags: , , , .

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I hate family gatherings. The last time I was in the midst of one, at least six people commented on the way I looked, talked or even breathed for all I knew. They had a gala time being boisterous and smart mouthing about most things which they’d never be able to say out loud in the real world, at least thats what I inferred.

Almost every person beckoned me over and asked – Did you recognize me? Heck, I dont even recognize the same person I met six months back and we’re talking about years and years of reunion here. The only option was to bare my teeth and nod furiously saying – Of course I do! How can I forget.

For instance, I was summoned by someone who’s my great aunt, when in truth I couldnt tell the nature of our relationship to save my life. I walked up to her and a couple of her friends sitting inside, assumed what I felt was a respectable position and then started getting grilled about my life since I was born to 30 years hence.

Then suddenly, this lady at her right snorts out of the blue – Hah, now she doesnt recognize me! Do you know who I am? DO YOU!?!

I assured her that I didnt.

(I didnt want to start knowing her anyway since she seemed to get real angry by this point)

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