musings: Support of the Blood Relations

musings: Support of the Blood Relations
This is a post I like because it talks of my original family not the one I have now after marriage. There are enough posts on the present family and this one on my cousins and brother is very dear to me.

The Sweet Sensation that Comes of being Tagged

I am happy to be tagged again but it is with beating heart and trembling fingers that I attempt this because I will be trying to create links for the first time. Now the tag is - Post five links to five of your previously written posts. The posts have to relate to the five key words- family, friends, yourself, your love, anything you like. Tag five other friends to this one and try to tag atleast two new acquaintances (if not, your current blog buddies will do).

I would like to apologise to 2b's momma for taking so much time over this and I regret to inform her that inspite of trying several tactics on my own and also trying to enlist the help of the husband, my next door neighbour and other sundry people I have not learnt the trick of creating a link from my previous posts to one single place so the links will appear as separate postings. I had decided that under no circumstances am I going to bother my kind friend 2b's momma for this so here goes refer to next post please.

After making a mess of the tag I have the audacity to tag Shome, Jonathan, Izzy, Honeypie's mom, and Usha

oops Usha already been tagged so I pass the tag on to squiggles' mom!

Three Down One to Go!

Well today was my daughter's third exam, she is the weakest in Hindi but claims that it went off well. On Friday is Maths which is least scarey because there re no spellings to learn and the girl is quite fond of it, so no tantrums when I ask her to do some sums. My baby is growing up fast, after these exams she will be as good as being in class three. It seems like the other day when she was the little headstrong nearly two year old whom I started sending to Bindu ma'am's play school against the wishes of her grandparents at the very tender age of 1yr 8months. She is ploughing her way up the classes now. The mite turned two in Feb, but he is so unsocial that I don't know how I will send him to school. There is a play school nearby and I will check it out as soon as he is two and a half. In the meantime my landlord and his family and all the other tenants in this house are trying to befriend him with varying degrees of success. My daughter is very friendly and disappears into one or other of the houses in no time. "Mummy may I go out to play?" she asks innocently and if I say "yes..." absentmindedly she is off in a jiffy and before I say "please drink your milk first" she will be entertaining the tenant on the third floor and digging into her tomatos with a liberal sprinkling of chaat masala!
My son is a tougher nut to crack. The landlord has named him "Gui gui" because he keeps whining when he sees anyone. Any attempt to speak with him gets the response of "Na Na Na" (no, no no). But the landlord is adamant " na na illa" (not no no) says he. The mite is closest to the grandmom of one of the boys who live in the flat behind ours. The grandmom and he will be sitting on the trunk in our balcony for hours, she cooing in Telugu and he chatting away in Bengali pulling at her saree pallu and chain. The moment her grandson returns from office the mite springs from her lap and flees screaming "Mamma, mamma" offending the young fellow!"He plays with my grandma but runs away when he sees me" complains the chap.
The most amazing response of the mites is to Nimmi the young girl who lives in the terrece room. His expression when he sees Nimmi is difficult to describe, a mix of shyness, embarassment mixed with adoration. He has claimed in her absence that he likes her! "ei didi ta pochhondo" (I like this didi) says he. Nimmi says she stops while going downstairs just to see that expression of his. He will be playing normally and as soon as he sees her he will stop playing and switch to that special expression, it is really crazy!

At Peace in Bangalore

Hey there world! Iam back! I don't see any fireworks or fanfare happening but still could not resist the exclamatories. As the dust settles down after our whirlwind transfer and resettlement in Bangalore I am looking back fondly at the last two and a half months that were exciting and full of fun. I enjoyed both the ups and downs and I am looking forward to all the adventures that we are about to have here. We have taken to the city like fish to water. All we have to do is avoid the city roads at rush hour, apart from the traffic problem, that can be solved with proper infrastructure, I did not experience nor hear of any other complaint about the city.

The most striking thing about the city is the shape of its trees. There are still quite a few trees remaining even after the unprecedented urban growth. The trees are huge and spread out in a mesmerising manner in beautiful shapes.

The Mr has done pretty well for himself in chosing our house. It is a cosy little two bedroom set in a house which belongs to a retired policeman. The gentleman has erected a four storied edifice with several small independent sets and stuffed it with the IT types who disappear in the morning and arrive late at night thus saving a lot of water. We and a Himachali couple are the only families other than the landlord's extended family. Most people are scared to stay with their landlords due to fear of interference in their day to day lives but we are very happy this way. We have moved from the shelter of our parent right into that of our resourceful landlord. From water to soil for my plants everything is provided by them.

I am most happy with my daughter's school. The teachers mean business and they have managed to extract the best from my uninterested child. Her spellings are still a problem but she is doing well. The little one is also pottering about happily near my feet all day and shocking us with his statements. They miss their grandparents but now that they are coming over next month I can always say "they'll be here on so n so date and we will have a lot of fun".

Today we got the internet connection so here I am again.I have met two school pals and one college pal and we have promised to meet from time to time so I am also getting a live here. I have also got myself 25 plants and they are all over my balcony, just looking at them makes me feel good. I do not miss Delhi in the least, but I miss my parents in law. I hate being the only adult in the house for the better part of the day. Ah well, they'll be coming down for some days in April and then my parents will be here in May so I will get by. I have befriended a few of the tenants too a new bride and a young working girl. We exchange recipies and chat on the stairs. There is also an old lady one of the IT chap's grandmom who is here to take care of her unwell grandson. My children love her because she reminds them of their own grandmom. But there is a language problem with me so we have to rely on sign language and some common English words.

Well, 2bs momma will atleast be glad to see this post, momma I am fine and kicking as you see, bring on the comments and the tags my friend!

Tag Time

I love 2b's momma for throwing tags at me at regular intervals, but momma I do not know how to create links in my blog! So one of my quirks have to be that I am a silly fool who can blog but cannot create links to others' blogs. I do not have seven blogging friends. I visit the madmomma's blog regularly and 2b's mom's blog and my brother's and Jonathan's random ruminations when he choses to wite and sends us cheeky invitations, Izzy'a and Amrita's blog sometimes and the adventure dad's blog more regularly, so that does not make seven and half of them don't know who the heck I am! What I can do is jot down the seven quirks and implore who ever comes to my blog to consider themselves tagged. If they do not have a blog I implore them to create one and be tagged!

1 My sun sign is scorpio so you can guess how quirky I am, the fact that I am a scorpio and so affected by the fact is in itself a quirk I think.

2 I have a very strong sense of justice and I view the world in black or white. If I am convinced that a particular action is the correct one I proceed to argue and bring others around to my way of thinking thereby wasting precious time. The Mr says I would make a good lawyer!

3 I choose to think that I am a feminist and am very suspicious of the abilities of a man. In fact a close friend of mine accuses me of trying to make her hate men. I told her knowledgeably a long time ago that all boys are suspicious characters and one should steer clear of them!That did not stop her from falling in love with and then marrying her classmate. I think this suspicion of men comes from being educated in a convent where we were told that whereas girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice, boys are made of puppy dog's tails scissors and snails and all things bad!

4 I am dislexic, while coming back from college I read a sign that said ' NAUSEA BAGH-I', taken aback I looked more carefully to find that it is actually 'NAUSENA BAGH-I', and that is the most recent incident!

5 Following from the above I am very bad at spellings, this was hidden from my teachers since a classmate of mine was even worse and the teacher once commented that she (the classmate, not me) can make a dictionary of her own. I thank God for this classmate as my ridiculous spellings went unnoticed.

6I am obessed with clearing the ears and noses of my children and cutting their nails. My children respond to this quirk with loud screams of protest and so does my mother. The moment one of my children land on my lap I start examining his/her ear and nose for wax or nose booger and proceed to remove it immediately making the skin of those watching the episode crawl.

7I can sit just about anywhere, ignoring the dust-stairs, footpaths, floors of the DTC buses, anywhere. This is a common ailment of those who have passed out from Delhi University, so I have heard.


Well 2b's mommy, what do you think? can you teach me to create links?