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Among other things

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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Do’s and dont’s to die for


Update: This post was selected by BlogAdda for this week’s ‘Tangy Tuesday Picks’ Dec 29, ’09 :)

Becoming a parent is easy when you have such clear instructions; found at this site which I dont know if they’re really serious or just want to make everyone’s day for a change:

Apparently, you cannot lift a baby by its head. If you didnt know that already. You could try but be aware of the red triangle with the exclamation mark. Dont go by the baby’s neutral and almost-pleasant expression.

This is for the dads-to-be. Remember – if you burn your tongue over too-hot milk, you have only yourself to blame for!

This is for the mum-to-be. Remember – a chicken leg does not equivalent a feeding bottle. No matter how happy you are to feed your baby this way!

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Rinchen needs

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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?

Hello Bangalore!

I am happy to be back in Bangalore but I have to say – this place has grown so hot! And now I finally know how bad it is to be stuck in one of its horrific traffic jams. Just yesterday, we were being driven around in town and the driver was so friendly that every time we asked him a question, he would turn right back at us to look at us as we speak!

We decided not to ask him any questions since we would ultimately end up being dead that way. After a while, I see the guy’s eyes dozing off in the rear view mirror while the car moves at full speed! What a temperature and what an incredible driver. I am alive as I write this post, to all concerned enough.

Visited some industries today since this is supposed to be an official tour. My colleague asked some impressive whats-the-spindle-rpm questions to the guy who was escorting us for a manufacturing plant tour.

So I decided that I would ask this question on the next tour, only to be reminded by my colleague to make sure that there was actually a spindle on the machine in the first place. Har har.

No, I am not a mechanical engineer. And yes, I know what a spindle looks like. What else do you think is that lady doing on my header with all that yarn???

My hotel room is the hottest place in Bangalore, I’d have to admit. I try leaving the windows open when I leave in the morning. In return, the housekeeping staff are so diligent that they close the windows once they’re done with the daily cleaning so that the room represents a 100 degree centigrade oven when I get back but other than that, the stay is okay.

We’re supposed to keep the receipts of the expensed incurred so that we can get it reimbursed when we get back to office. I wonder if I can sneak in a few INOX theatre tickets in my bunch when no one is looking.

I’m yet to meet my friends here – most of them dont even know that I’m in their city.

Hello once again, Bangalore! Its nice to be back.

Why the 30 year old had a bad morning

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One of my best friend turned 30 today. I gave her a wake up call and asked her how to feels to be THIRTY. She in turn called me mean and said something about not having a heart. I gloated about being 29 while she already turned 30, hahaha. How does it feel to be on the old side of the age and so on.

She has promised to get back at me when my turn comes. Yeah, right! As if her old grey cells would live to tell the tale!

Happy birthday, Rikzing. You’re really and truly old now. I love you nevertheless and please dont kill me if you ever read this.

While we celebrate diwali

One of my friends wondered – as to why the festival of light is confused with the festival of sound. I agree wholeheartedly with him. Now, dont get me wrong – I love diwali, who doesnt? The lights, the sweets, the merriment and most importantly – some days off from work. I might as well add festival bonuses too while I’m at the subject. The only thing that I dont like about it is – yes, the noise.

Some of my married friends say that their kids love bursting crackers so therefore cannot completely opt for a noise-less diwali. Good point there. We as kids too loved all the magical fireworks so naturally I can understand their, i.e., the kid’s point of view.

What I’m not down with is the totally inconsiderate cracker-bursting spree thats rampant on the streets, localities and almost everywhere one walks past by. Like last night when we went out to buy some sweets, people were bursting crackers right in the middle of the highway as well in the market.

One fool of a kid burst a particularly loud cracker (that one’s called a chocolate bomb here – I dont what its called in your city) right in front of our moving car – we had to hit the brake all of a sudden and ended up swerving the car a bit. Thankfully, the street was empty or else there’d have been an accident. Stupid, idiotic kids who dont have anything better to do.

Then, when we finally reached the market, I opened the door to get out and BANG! goes a cracker right at my feet. I get a near-heart attack and end up cursing the kid with the small brain who was responsible.

Why I’m talking about this now is because when a friend of mine wrote about this same topic in her blog a few days back, I didnt really think much about it. I was more like – well, if people want to burst crackers, what’s stopping them… I’ll have wool in my ear anyways – But after yesterday, I feel strongly about people at least being responsible for supervising kids bursting crackers.

Besides the rant, happy diwali to everyone. Hope you dont get assailed by treacherous crackers out of the blue and may you not have to visit an ENT doctor the day after too.

People can think what they want

I was at the bank sometime back and had nothing to do other than listen in on a most personal conversation between two women, well… due to lack of having anything else to do. They had just finished hugging and greeting each other in such a manner that it was safe to assume they hadn’t seen either in years. In the mean time, a kid kept tugging at one of the woman’s dupatta, wailing about something or the other.

The other, apparently older friend then proceeds to generally fawn over the little dumpling and after getting over with the mandatory cootchiecooing, she turned her attention back to the mother.

“So how many kids do you have? How old is this little tyke?”

“Oh, he’s five. And also an only child”

“Hmm… so you have ONLY one kid?? I guess thats okay too. But I hope you guys are planning to have at least one more kid, you know. After all, you’ve been married for what? Ten years now?”

Embarassed laughter. “I guess we could always try…”

“Yeah, well – you know what people say when you have only one kid…”

What do people say when you have only one kid??? Poor sperm count? That they were apparently lucky that one time and god knows if not for that, they’d be childless and lets not even go to that kind of situation?

This WHAT WILL PEOPLE THINK syndrome, which is a common enough topic in India, doesnt just stop at that poor ONE kid. For all we know, its an offense to:

1. Be a spinster/bachelor after 30 perhaps.

2. Have a live in relationship.

3. Be a childless couple.

4. Get separated.

5. Get divorced.

6. Get re-married.

7. What else? Perhaps think for yourself too?

I knew a chronic bachelor who was hounded by matchmakers all over town in the hope that some lucky girl would one day snag him and cut short his freedom. Another friend of mine’s a happy go lucky 38 year old spinster who doesnt mind categorizing marriage at the bottom of her priority list.

P.S. What will people think, eh? Answer in  # 24 of http://ringchen.com/things-about-me

Duh day

I’m extremely irritated at this point of time. I’ve sat in front of the computer the whole day and my eyes are watery and I’ve begun to get a mild headache that’s threatening to turn into a big one.

There was a bandh in the state today from 6 am to 6 pm, the first one in 10 years. As a result, I couldnt go out and do anything I wanted to. Not that I roam around like anything and keep doing things on a regular basis. But the idea of being confined to one space and not having the option to take off as I wanted to was a major reality check for me.

We take the notion of freedom of movement very lightly now that its been about 60 years of independence? Yet, when life comes to a standstill and you dont get to do the normal things that you take for granted, its a shock, nonetheless.

To top it all, I deleted the previous post. Arrghh. I dont think I am in a fine mental state to type it all over again. My back hurts from sitting here all day and my moods worsens.

And I dont even want to go towards my state of writer’s block. Its been plaguing me for some time and I think I’m running short of things to write about in this blog. Brain function decreasing and oxygen suppy diminishes.

I… cant… see…

Meeting Robert Downey Jr

Some days back, I happened to meet someone who looked so much like Robert Downey Jr. While talking to him about my interests, I mentioned that writing was my passion; following which he immediately stops me in mid sentence and asks – What do you write about? I had to reel my brain back in and answer: Oh, sort of like, articles. I couldnt believe my own ears. Articles???

Really? And have you published any? he asks. Does publishing it on my blog count? Does he consider posts on my blog ‘articles’? Should I give him the link? Think, brain – think, you good-for-nothing piece of $#&!

Came back home and told my husband all about it. He let me know that the guy was actually a high ranking official and a pioneer in his field. Good looking and intellectual to boot. Drool.

Couldnt help take the day dreaming one step further – Would he be reading my blog right now and realize that I think he looks like Robert Dreamy Jr? I sure hope so! :)

The End

My maid comes to me today morning and says we’re all going to die today. I go – huh? Is this something to do with what they were talking on TV yesterday about the world coming to an end? And she says – yes, yes. Thats what they’re saying. I told her – I dont think we’re all going to die today. At least I hope not. Wouldnt that be a shame.

And what a fit beginning for Armageddon, I’d have to say. The sky’s turned a shade of dark gray, rain’s started falling this early in the morning. Thunder rumbling somewhere in the back ground. You know how it is at the end of the world. I’ve seen plenty of hollywood movies to recognize it instantly.

Some years back, a person from where I live too predicted a similar end of the world BS and thankfully he was wrong. What about today? I hope the prediction doesnt come true cause I sure as hell dont want to die today. Or any day soon.

I’m feeling jittery already. Oh crap.

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