In the bedroom, Thursday evening@10.30 pm...

Don't expect too much! The title was only to draw attention :D

1. Pari is reading out numbers. She flips one page of her board book at a time, and calls out the next number from memory--

One
Two
Thee (No, I did not miss the 'r', this is what she said.)
Phone (Oh really?)
Five (Correct for a change..)
Sick (how sad:P)
Semen (yuck.. enough!!)

2. Husband is groggy, more due to the 2 cans of Fosters downed during the evening than sleep. The light in the bathroom is already switched on. He puts it off, goes inside, slams the door shut, does his stuff and returns.. and yes, turns on the light once again before crashing on the bed. Thankfully, he remembers to flush!

3. Me, in a state of pure bliss, listening to 'Arziyaan' from Delhi 6 for the nth time. God bless ARR! Also, absent-mindedly reviewing some code which was apparently written in a stupor, like after a couple of tequila shots and does not deserve any more attention..

Shunning anonymity..

After much deliberation, I have finally decided its high time I make an appearance on the blog. Most people who visit this do not happen to know me personally, and I guess a picture will help them relate better to the blog, and me. So here am I, this is me.. in flesh and bone, and some colours :)


Just to confirm that you got it right, I am the one in the center, with funky orange hair, blue eyes and very 'rosy' cheeks, wearing green and pink (3.5K raw silk suit, "sobs"), trying to call the husband to my rescue(the cellphone in the right hand). I am surrounded by my colleagues, who caught me while I was trying to sneak out of the office. And this picture was taken and circulated through the company, proof of the triumph of evil over innocence, notice the grin on their faces, specially the ladies. Happy Holi!

Mumma Barber

Here is one who doesn't take the slightest offence at being called a 'Barber'. If somebody upgrades it to 'hair-stylist', my eyes would surely mist with overflowing gratitude at this undeserved honour. I know absolutely nothing about styling hair, and neither am I interested in knowing. What I like is the snip-snip of it. One of my darkest, deepest desires since childhood has been to cut somebody's hair. I had once secretly cut my baby sister's hair, and mom couldn't stop wondering why she started looking so weird all of a sudden. The opportunity came knocking again yesterday, after 15 long years in the shape of another little girl, only this time I wasn't scared of the subject's mom, so it needn't be clandestine. My golden girl happily provided me with the ideal client - agreeable, enthusiastic, and non-critical. If only she had been less excited, more still, and not so keen on picking up already cut hair from the floor while more was being cut, she would have been a barber's dream! But then, that is too much to expect at her age, and I am not complaining. For all those wondering why and already jumping to conclusions, giving her a hair cut at home was not to combat recession. VLCC does it for a measly 100 bucks, for babies that is. But Pari hates hair cuts at salons. The moment the woman with scissors touches her hair, she has a major meltdown. And each time, for those 4 snips, she cries her little heart out. It is simply not worth the pain, which is why we keep defering the cut till her hair crosses over her broad forehead, drips into eyes and crawls into her ears, and she has to literally peek from behind the mop to watch 9XM. Yesterday, while I was clipping her nails, she took away her hand to scratch her head. It was then that it came to me, if I can do this, I can do that as well. So as soon as the nails were done, I took her for a quick bath, and washed her hair. Then, while it was still wet, I gave her the hair cut. It was fun, and both of us enjoyed it immensely. Pari laughed heartily when she saw hair falling from her head. I tell you, cutting hair is easy, and safe as long as you spare the ears.. The pics follow, just in case you wish to appreciate my effort :)

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