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I am a dinosaur, one who prefers to live in the good old world of denial. I zealously guard Pari against any kind of gender related education. It helps that almost all of our friends have baby-girls, and the only cousin that Pari really gets to spend time with, our little Chia is a also a girl. So usually it is a cakewalk for me. And at times when it is not, I transform into the wicked mumma, who

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In case you didn't notice, I am back from the Europe trip.. alive and kicking! And into my 6th term now. There is so much to talk about the trip, but I sadly lack both the time and patience to write it now. But I promise, we will talk about it at length, sometime.. it might be next month, next year or next life(for me/for you/for both).. but talk we will. And those who are in a hurry, are

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..to make it bearable! My little Pari turns 5 today. Yes you heard it right - Pari is 5 years old now. I am mom to a 5 yo. Now, can you imagine that I am not with her for our big day? I feel miserable, have been feeling that way for almost a week now, and the miserableness doesn't appear to be wearing off at all. If anything, it continues to grow on me, hopefully it will peak today and start

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This might be a short post, depending on when the cab turns up. I am going to Europe on a short study tour. So going forward, the title would temporarily read as 'Europe Diary', that is if I write at all! Study tour is a complete misnomer, the schedule provided by the college doesn't show any studies, and neither do we intend to do any. So it is basically going to be a vacation in the midst of

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While going through our old pictures, I came across these.. I can't remember having seen them like ever, they were just buried somewhere in our hard disk. And to find them made me very pleased and very sad at the same time. Pari is exactly a month over 1 year in these. What would I not give to get back my porcelain baby.. Time, thou art a fickle mistress!

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IIM C is notorious for its inclination towards Finance. Also, the faculty is known to take a quantitative approach to all subjects possible. For instance, when I mention the subject as Human Resource Management, can you in your wildest dreams imagine that it is a totally mathematical subject? Well, to be fair, it has some game theory and probability also thrown in, fat consolation indeed! And to

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..I miss Him too!Need we say more? :PThe picture is part of my 'Countdown to The Wedding' collection. We took one picture a day, every day of the month preceding our wedding. Wipe off that smirk, the rest of them are pretty mundane -- of us sitting casually, watching TV, looking for an apartment in the Times classified, having dinner or just laughing together. Yes, I am a hopeless romantic like

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..go awry. I am a big show-off. Yes, that is exactly what I am. Did I tell you I am supposed to head home today? Of course I would have told ya, because I have told half the world about it. I have been dreaming about the Dussera trip to home, even before returning from the previous trip, that was barely 10 days back. And I have been dreaming of the Bara Bangalia Durga Puja which I haven't seen

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So much has been happening -- both inside and outside Joka. And I have been too busy (read lazy) to chronicle either. A post on Pari is also long due. Next one, for sure! Alright, lets begin with the updates. I am into my fourth term now, over 5 months already spent in Joka. This weekend, my M-I-L visited the campus. Did I mention that the Prime minister visited us last month. No? Never mind..

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I wake up, tired and listless after an almost 3 hour long struggle against sleeping wakefulness or wakeful sleeping, whichever way you choose to look at it. I have been delirious, oscillating seamlessly between my house in Allahabad, and my flat in Joka. I spend sometime in my dream, talking to my mom, she asking me to get ready for a family event, my sister already dressed up in a saree. I

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This is a video we captured a few days before leaving Bangalore. Ignore my unkempt house.. and just watch the miracle that she is!While we are on Pari, some more pictures. Yesterday was 'Fruit day' in her school and she was the cherry. Below is the cherry that Mausi painted for her. Isn't she terribly lucky to have such a talented Mausi?

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As I grow older and the world around me changes, my dreams or shall I call them nightmares, also appear to graduate to higher levels. Now that I have lived long enough to witness a couple of technological revolutions -- the internet & cellphones, and slept enough hours to get a pattern in those nightmares, I can actually trace the advancement, in my nightmares that is. My nightmares are almost

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...it rains. It drizzles and it pours.. and then drizzles some more! As the heavens open up, the world suddenly turns into this beautiful place and life is once again, a bliss. That I am totally smitten with the rains is no secret, and the love just grows. I lusted after the rains in Allahabad, mushed over them in Bangalore as well, but I am totally floored by the rain in Joka. Less than a day

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Time flies.. even when you are living away from family, pining for your home, buried under piles of books and subjected to a constant threat of exams and evaluations! To be fair, you also have the great company of fellow sufferers to alleviate your distress, partly at least. There are 43 other souls in the throes of the examination, burning the midnight oil, facebooking away to glory while the

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When Pari joined the new school, I had expected it to be a very different experience for the child and was overly concerned about her ability to cope with it. However, it is turning out to be more of an experience for the teachers and staff there than for Pari, or so it seems. Every day, my parents go to pick her from the school, their hearts trembling with fear and return with some new report

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The college has asked for a short profile of all students, and I need a scanned picture of self to put into it. Now, I do not have any of my pictures scanned, so just checked with the husband if he has a copy. The man wasn't sure of it but promised to look for it all the same. Today he sends me this mail with my picture attached --"Tumhari tasveer to mere dil mein basi hain.... to seena cheer ke

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Pari has joined a school in Allahabad. It is not the best school there, but then who knows what defines 'best', so I have put her in a school that I felt was good for her. I did try getting her into other schools. The entire week that I was in Allahabad, immediately before joining the course was spent visiting different schools and pleading with them to consider my child for an admission. In

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A member of my erstwhile team pings me on gtalk. After an exchange of usual pleasantries, he says he often has this urge to ping me when he sees me online. I ask him why, and he says- 'I keep forgetting that you have left. Whenever I see you online, I tend to think that you are working from home.' Its been over a month since I quit the company! One of my classmates turns up for classes in full

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I graduated from college in 2003, almost 8 yrs back. Coming back to college after such a long break is not easy, and especially for a rigorous course like this. I am having trouble sitting in the classroom for long hours, attending lectures from morning to evening and focussing on the discussions. No matter how hard I try, my mind tends to wander after half an hour of lecture, and by the time it

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The title is getting boring, isn't it? And to think that I am about to spend the next entire year here-- 350 days, there is scope for around 50 more entries to the diary. Should I continue with the name, or should I be more creative? On second thoughts, I would rather spend time writing the journal than thinking about new titles. So the name sticks, at least for the time being. It has been a

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Before I begin my routine ramble, a word of caution. I am not over the top about studying or living in Joka. Nothing can be farther from truth, I still have nagging doubts at the back of my mind on whether the juice is worth the squeeze. I write about it because I have nothing else to write about, unless I start writing about accounting principles or organisational behaviour. And in the first

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Today was the first day of regular studies, and I am already buried under a truckload of pending tasks. I guess that makes it just a regular day in Joka, nothing really worth writing home about. What made it special for me was the splitting headache I had post-lunch. Given the frequency of my head-aches and the important part they play in my life, the first one here is definitely worth a mention.

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Yes, I have moved to Calcutta for an year to pursue an MBA course. Today was the first day of the session, and I managed to miss the first lecture. The Dean knows me really well now, as does the rest of the class because of the this unique achievement. Talk about making an impression! I sincerely hope things will not be this exciting for the rest of the year. However, the year ahead does appear

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Its been around 2 days since I left Bangalore, and I am already missing it like hell. The thought that I might not go back there ever is killing me, and I am probably as miserable as I was when I left Allahabad for good. Bangalore was the only other home known to me. For all I know, I would have missed it even if I were shifting to Allahabad, the stuff that my dreams are spun of. As of now, I am

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[Warning: Long post, non-parents and disinterested men - please excuse!]Pari had her Annual Day last Saturday, and as is the norm in this house, the parents were over-excited and hyper-ventilating while the child was calm and contained like a seasoned zen-practitioner. Since her last annual day is also so fresh in memory, mostly due to repeated watchings of the recording, a comparison seems

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..the husband-man is cheating on me. Trust me, it was in the newspapers today. The highly-dependable Times of India has duly reported that a mole on the right cheek indicates a cheating husband. Ironically, it is not even the poor man's fault. I mean I have always had that mole on my right cheek, so no matter who I marry, the person is bound to cheat on me. Even if my old man were born an epitome

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लोग घर छोड़ कर जाते हैं और तमाम ज़िन्दगी अमेरिका, ऑस्ट्रेलिया और यूरोप में काट देते हैं। जाने कैसे? मेरे ९५% के लगभग जानने वाले बारहवी जमात के बाद जो घर से निकले तो फिर वापस पलट कर न आ सकें। मुझे भी घर छोड़े तकरीबन साढ़े सात बरस हो गए हैं लेकिन आज भी अक्सर आँख लगती है और मैं वापस इलाहाबाद की गलियों में घूमने लगती हूँ। बचपन एक साये की तरह सर पर घूमता है और लड़कपन फ़िर अंगड़ाई लेने लगता है। पिछला दशक

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धन से न दुनिया सेघर से न द्वार सेसाँसों की डोर बंधी हैप्रीतम के प्यार सेदुनिया छूटे पर न टूटेये कैसा बंधन है..It is five years today since we entered the aforementioned 'Bandhan'! The occasion demands a mushy post, but I'll rather spare the torture. I would just stick to doing what I do the best- 'plagiarize' and put it elegantly-- 'It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the

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I have been struggling with this desperate urge to blog for quite some time now, but things have been slightly busy at my end and my love for procrastination is no secret either. Moreover, I make a conscious effort to keep my blog happy, as in I try not to write if I am depressed or suicidal or 'divorcal'(is there a word for the urge to divorce??). I have two teenage sisters who follow the blog,

Violethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02408424411557512320noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2165191473542488255.post-51138370121785707482010-12-23T19:03:00.003+05:302010-12-23T19:27:22.438+05:30

This is sourced from the 'UC Berkeley Parents Network'. I really liked it and so sharing it here.. Hope you have a good laugh too!Toddler's Rules of Possession1. If I like it, it's mine.2. If it's in my hand, it's mine.3. If I can take it from you, it's mine.4. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.5. If it's mine, it must NEVER appear to be yours in anyway.6. If I'm doing or building

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Some gems--1. Before leaving for a wedding with Nani and Nanu..Pari: Mausi, you will be alone here.Mausi: No Pari, I will stay with Amma.Pari: Hmmm... So you and Amma will be alone here!2. Pari: Mausi, look at my new toothbrush.Mausi: Wow Pari.. this is nice. I don't have a new toothbrush.Pari: I will buy you a new toothbrush on you birthday..Mausi: Thank you Pari.Pari: ..and you buy me a Dora

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I am part of 'Yours Truly', a theater group in Bangalore. Last Saturday, we performed for children from 1st to 7th grade in a local school. I wasn't exactly a performer, rather a volunteer for backstage activities, which means once the play started, I had all the time in the world to sit back and enjoy the play, and ofcourse observe the children. I had not been to a school since I graduated from

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Pari has been going to a daycare from her montessori for the last 3 months. The school maid drops her there at 12.45 and I usually pick her in the evening around 6 pm. The moment I reach, Pari gets super happy and excited and starts running around the hall in circles. The running is mostly accompanied by dancing and singing as well. It takes almost 10 minutes for her to tire out, which is when

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This is part of an old post, recycled to make an entry to the contest running on the incredibly witty Parul's blog. Everyone I read is competing and so am I :DLast night, we met some of the husband's batch mates from college. One of them, AS, happens to be our ex-colleague as well. I have always found this particular person very inspiring. He has done some very unconventional things which require

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.. about the Commonwealth Games. I know it is weird, I have very little to do with sports in any case, and given an opportunity, I would anytime prefer to play myself than watching other people play. Perhaps the patriot in me gets stirred everytime there are sad things in the newspaper about the games. And boy, these people do their job really well, the journalists that is. Isn't rousing people

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My little Pari is now an elder sister. 'Pari Didi'- goodness, that sounds so amazingly high-handed, but its true all the same. And the coincidence lies here - I became a Didi on Sep 20th, Pari managed to beat me by one full day and 2 hours! Unlike me, who had a brother, Pari has a beautiful little sister to love, pamper and boss around. Yes, she is gorgeous from what we have heard so far - almost

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And so we celebrate Independence Day, with mankind and dogkind....till Gods love makes a sudden appearance.. Wish you all a Happy Independence day and may God's love be always be there with you!p.s. Apologise for the hazy recording, this was taken with the cell phone camera.

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..is all about doing things in style....and having fun while doing them....without compromising on education ofcourse! Learning can be fun too....especially with extra-curriculars.. ..that also include food!!

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Four little mumma's jumping on the bedOne fell down and bumped his headMonkey called the doctor and the doctor saidNo more mumma's jumping on the bed!!Pari was singing it this morning. Is it only me who feels the rhyme is a little twisted, or can you also sense something fishy? When I asked her about it, she just grinned and ran off!On a separate note, we are trying to instill the concept of

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..for my poor feet. I got my first-ever pedicure done today, at the ripe old age of.. err.. never mind. To set facts straight, I am a tolerable face, ugly feet and ugly hands person. Thankfully, it is the visage that grabs the most attention, and so I have been sort of doing fine with these unsightly limbs of mine. Half a decade ago, a friend did mention that I have 'pretty small fingers', thanks

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The disadvantages of having a single child shared by two adults are many (though still less than the number required to convince me to have another :P). What makes them even more pronounced is that the two adults in this case, me and the husband think very differently and agree on absolutely nothing. Since Pari is still too young to have a free will, at least in matters which do not involve

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Part of a chat with the husband today, about our trip to Allahabad. Posting it here to ensure he remembers it years later...A: is baar mujhe bhi allahabad accha lagaquiet city and I liked thatme: :)A: aur khafi ghooma bhi halaki katra and civil lines hipar maza aayame: hmm...A: mera sangam dekhne ka man thapar time hi nahi milame: Allahabad has an old world charm to iti was born thereA: acchame:

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..nothing!! The much anticipated trip to home is at its fag end, and the situation at home is exactly what we left it at. I am scared to return to Bangalore. To be honest, it was not so much about attending the sibling's wedding, and meeting the family as getting a break. I have been struggling endlessly since Feb 6th, which was when the last maid left. So when I left Bangalore on June 6th, all I

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Pari's school reopened today, and I completely missed it! Her teacher called up a little while back, and asked if we intend to send her back. I am one who takes pride in remembering dates and events, and it is really unsettling to think that I forgot this. The husband is just the opposite, he depends on me for all the reminding duties, and the child is too young to comprehend dates. So

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Well.. almost! The annual fever fest is currently on in the Jain household, yours truly taking the lead this time though every one in the family would eventually get to savour his/her fair share of illness as we take turns. Last time, we even dragged the poor maid in it. Just to put things in perspective, last time it was pani puri at Calcutta chat house that did the trick while this time it was

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Conversation with Pari this morning:Pari : Mere papa kahaan hain? (Where is my Papa?)Moi : Papa bathroom me hain. (Papa is in the bathroom.)P: Papa bathroom me kya kar rahe hain? (What is Papa doing in the bathroom?)M: Papa nai-nai kar rahe hain. (Papa is taking a bath.)P: Kaun nai-nai kar raha hai? (Who is taking a bath?)M: Papa nai-nai kar rahe hain. (Papa is taking a bath.)P: Kiske papa

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..I am posting this at the risk of being bullied by friends and family. Thankfully, friends don't follow the blog, and family would anyways find out sooner or later. I was caught by the traffic police today for talking on the phone while driving. Actually I had stopped at a signal, when the maid called up, and since she calls from a public phone, I simply could not afford to miss the call. She

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Yes.. our little Pari has moved to the next grade, or so I think. We recieved the Progress Report today and I must admit it made us incredibly proud though there was no mention of any promotion. What it did say was that the child has mastered skills like pouring, rolling, napkin folding, dusting, sweeping, mopping(which I incidently read as 'moping' and agreed almost immediately) and chopping. Er

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Pari's 'first' summer vacations are fast approaching, and we are excited. As a rule of thumb, we feel obliged to feel excited at all things on her behalf, since she is too young to comprehend and feel the thrill, be it the annual day, or distribution of progress reports. It is us who go with throbbing hearts and shaky nerves while Pari goes in with the calm demeanour of one going around his usual

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बहारें हमको ढूँढेंगी न जाने हम कहाँ होंगेइसी अंदाज़ से झूमेगा मौसम, गाएगी दुनियामोहब्बत फ़िर हसीं होगी, नज़ारे फ़िर जवाँ होंगेन तुम होगे न हम होंगे, न दिल होगा मगर फ़िर भीहज़ारों मंजिलें होंगी हज़ारों कारवां होंगेबहारें हमको ढूँढेगी न जाने हम कहाँ होंगे

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My work place is located in a Tech park which houses lot of other companies as well. We share with them the 10 storeys tall, monster of a parking lot and our company owns the 5th storey. And I hate it, totally and unconditionally. To begin with, each storey is split into 2 levels - lower and upper, and to reach the 5th one I need to drive through 9 levels, don't forget the basement. It feels like

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Friday, 2/58.30 AM: Wake up10.00 AM: Reach office after a nice breakfast, armed with cut fruits and packed lunch5.30 PM: Leave office, head for the office party at The Capitol9.30 PM: Husband picks from The Capitol, brings back home.10.30 PM: Watch TV, crash on the bed.Monday, 2/8 7.00 AM: Wake up7.30 AM: Prepare tiffin for Husband8.30 AM: Wake up the child, give her milk.9.00 AM: Prepare tiffin

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My Nani passed away last weekend. Yes, while the world was busy ushering in the new year, my nani, lonely and sick, quietly left for the next world. I was offcourse part of the world, out on dinner with husband and daughter. We were probably enjoying our three course euro meal when she was calling out to the neighbours for her last sip of water. I had not even cared to call her up to wish the new

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My husband never ceases to amaze me! We have been married for close to 4 years now, and I already knew him for almost 2 years before we tied the knot. It is such a long time now, I feel I have known him since ever. So much that it is difficult to imagine that there was actually a time when we were not together. And still, there is so much to him waiting to be explored. If you just scratch the

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..everytime we hug our little one a bit too tightly, she screams--"Bachao.. mujhko bachao!". Ever heard of toddlers seeking protection against their own parents? And she screams almost like a Hindi movie heroine playing the damsel in distress.I am washing her bottom after the big task when she snaps at me--"Don't touch buttoo, it is Pari's". We..ll, offcourse it is, but how else are we supposed

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I misplaced my wallet last fortnight.. and faced with the fact that it has been persistently missing since then, I have finally deigned to accept that it is actually lost for good. Now, being the extremely closeknit and warm family that we are, we make light of incidents of even this magnitude and stand by the victim in rain as in sun. Like here, I am not sure of how mundane families react to

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..with a 2.5 year old, her mouth stuffed with food, her nanny chasing her all over the place with the dinner, and her father blaring at regular intervals- 'Finish karo', when she lovingly places herself between the laptop and you and screams-'Mama, mujhko bhookh lagi (I am hungry)!!! Or the same little one, who scampers off to fetch her dupatta and drapes it religiously around her neck when you

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Pari had Dussera celebrations in her school last week. It is actually a playgroup, don't know why I keep calling it a school. Anyways, a note came from the Principal inviting all moms for participation. I was not so keen on going. I had some work planned for the day, and couldn't take it off. Moreover, I somehow always feel out of place in Pari's playgroup, nervous and naive. The other moms look

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Preparing the list for Sunday grocery shopping..Applying lipstick to buy groceries.... and reviewing the effect so very carefully!Reading Sunday Times huddled with Papa..and joining him later for some serious Xbox gaming.Taking pride in cleaning the house.....and celebrating a job well done!Reading magazines..and finally.. levitating!??

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कुछ और ज़माना कहता हैकुछ और है ज़िद मेरे दिल कीमैं बात ज़माने की मानुया बात सुनूँ अपने दिल की...ये बस्ती है इंसानों कीइंसान मगर ढूंढें न मिलापत्थर के बुतों से क्या कीजेफरियाद भला टूटे दिल की

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I had a haircut last Friday, and now, its like the shortest hair that I have ever had. So much that if I pull it together and try tying it, it behaves spunky, and the poor rubber band is expelled in a matter of minutes. Did I tell you how much I hate keeping my hair loose, I am now forced to do that. Thankfully, it is too short to even reach the nape of my neck so I am still sane.And yesterday,

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This has been a terrible year for me in terms of health. So much that I have started dreading the day my company hands me the pink slip stating 'Medically unfit', on the sheer basis of the number of sick leaves that I have availed so far. Its only the 7th month, and I have nearly exhausted my quota for the year. Try comparing that with 2 sick leaves through the whole of last year. To set the

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..Hot cuss bunzzziffofofo daughtenzgivevavava sonzone-na penny two-a-pennyHot cuss bunzzz..Pari sings the rhyme with the 'cuss' word as I try to put her to sleep. The old man glued to the TV outside has no idea what he is missing!

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At home, a random evening..Pari: Machhar aa gayiNani: Fan chala dete hain *supposed to drive off the mosquitoes*Pari: Hmm...(Thoughfully), Machhar ko garmi lag rahi hai!In the market, at a baby shop..Me: bachche ka sipper hai kya?ShopKeeper: ??Me: bachchon ko doodh pilane ke liye, cup jaisa.Nani to Pari: Pari ki bottle crow le gaya hai na(to reinforce the crow-flew-with-bottle story on Pari)SK:

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..are the things you end up doing for your kids. Any parent will vouch for it. As if carrying them around in your tummy for those never ending, counted-9-suffered-90-months is not enough, once out, they make you do stuff you wouldn't have imagined in your weirdest dreams. I must have been smoking something really crazy to deliver a baby, without being mentally prepared to clean the drool, the

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Oh yes.. some people I know would be overjoyed with the confession. A reminder to such folks -- all of us are growing older with each passing day.. so are you, so is my little girl. She is 2 years,5 months old now against the 2 yrs, 4mnths last month. So much to wipe off the smiles! But I do feel old today, old enough to preach people the importance of honesty, old enough to disapprove the lack

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Pari starts school today. I generally do not record daily activities, or development points over here like first steps, words or teeth. But this had to be an exception, probably because I attach far more importance to the said milestone than any physical achievement. The thought of my little girl embarking on the life long journey of learning gives me goosebumps. And I wonder, where did my

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We have a recruitment drive going on in the office. Now, me and the husband, both of us generally carry our work home, but not our offices, meaning we hardly discuss official matters at home. This, despite the fact that he was a colleague before he transitioned to be a spouse and we still work for similar organizations in similar capabilities. But when it is things like hiring and firing, we do

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..fifteen again! I have been in a strange mood for a couple of weeks now, feeling like writing a lot of nonsensical, not-so-pleasant, unhappy-with-life stuff. At such times, I really regret having shared my blog with people I know. I mean I had managed to keep it under covers for over an year, and then someday, suddenly I had this feeling of well-being, the feeling that everything has finally

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..I am back to blogging. The last few weeks have been terribly hectic leaving me with little time to blog, which I shamelessly flick from the already insufficient hours spent in the office, and then end up spending it gleefully, catching up with all the blogs in the world, save mine. Over the last month, I have logged into the blogger only to go to the dashboard and check the reading list. Now,

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This time by lostonthestreet. It is again a nice tag about books but not so intuitive for me at the moment. I have hardly read anything significant in the last 3 years or so, and most of it in Hindi simply to stay in touch with my mother tongue. Even Pari has some little Hindi books, quite hard to find here, thanks to her mother's obsession with the language. Anyways, I'll do this tag mostly with

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Sundar tagged me to do this one, originated by HBM. I know its rather late, considering half of the world is already through with it. However, it is my first tag(thanks Sundar!)and a really nice one at that, so I don't want to miss it for anything! 5 things that I love about being a mother.. hmmm...now this has me thinking. I have been a mother for a little over 2 years now, and so many thoughts

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Got this in the mail today, and found it amusing.. So, sharing it with all.. Whoever thought of it, please do not sue me, I am only bringing appreciation to your work :)1. Ali Baba and the forty thieves are now Ali Baba and the thirty thieves. Ten were laid off.. 2. Batman and Robin are now Batman and Pedro. Batman fired Robin and hired Pedro because Pedro was willing to work twice the hours

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Don't expect too much! The title was only to draw attention :D1. Pari is reading out numbers. She flips one page of her board book at a time, and calls out the next number from memory--OneTwoThee (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

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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

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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

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Circa 2007Circa 2008Circa 2009Obstacles..The last laugh!

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..what are those? This is the advantage of working over the entire weekend. Monday becomes just another day, and I don't feel bad about it at all. I remember the weekends that started friday afternoon and were so much fun, they made the following Monday appear an impending calamity with an effect similar to PMS on me. Not anymore, I have successfully conquered 'the Monday Blues'. Attaining

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..how some things remind us of so many other completely unrelated things, places, people and times.. Ever tried tracing back to find why, how? I do it a lot, and the association brings back so much more in terms of memories.. like this song. I heard it today after a really long time, and in one shot it reminded me of a mostly out-of-touch friend, my ex-roommate, my M-I-L n bro', my previous work

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It is our wedding anniversary tomorrow.. and as always, I have been racking my brains for the past 10 days, for what might be the ideal present. I like to work towards a present, and do not go for off-the-shelf stuff unless unavoidable. Now, this makes the otherwise simple job really complicated, especially since I run low on imagination and creativity. For the record, this will be our 3rd

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Better late than never.. So here we have Pari's pics taken during the last year, in reverse chronological order.

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Continued from the previous posts here and here.This year has been a roller coaster ride with my little fairy, and we have had lots of fun with some troubles. Pari fell sick a little too much in the last 6 months, has lost oodles of weight and most of her chubbiness. The worst was the chest infection she caught around 3 months back, and she took 15 days to just get rid of the bug, the recovery

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Continued from the previous post..When Pari was around fifteen months old, my husband left for a month long office trip. I was all settled with had a comfortable job which payed less, but allowed me to maintain a healthy work-life balance. Also, in January, we got lucky and got a trust-worthy live-in maid who did all the household chores, including excellent cooking and also looked after the baby

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Prologue: This post was written 10 days back, on the eve of my daughter, Pari's 2nd birthday. Though I had asked everybody to call us before 10.30, way before midnight which is the common thing done since I wanted to sleep early, this post kept me up well past midnight. And yet, I could not post it in time.. There were 2 things that I wanted to do before posting: 1. Break this up in 3 parts to

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I have slept through the day. Firstly, I was not feeling too well, and secondly, I have been slogging this whole week and was super tired. So there was a bit of role reversal today with the husband taking care of the baby, ordering food and watching over the maid while I snored snuggled in my mink blanket. Yes, I use one and enjoy it in an afternoon when the outside temperature is 24 degree

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Don't get jumpy yet, I am not closing down the blog. And in any case, I update it so sparingly that even if it gets closed, I would need time to notice it myself. This 'bye' is from my daughter. We are just back from a month long vacation beginning with a family wedding and my little girl is bewildered by the sheer number of people she has met during this period. Pari was off course a real

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I have not been writing for the last few days.. nothing new in that except that this one time it wasn't inertia. I did not write because I did not want to write about Mumbai. There was nothing to share.. nothing that I knew and the rest of the country did not know already. I followed the news on the television and in the newspapers, discussed it with family and friends, called up relatives in

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on the road we take to avoid it. As mentioned in the previous post, it is plagiarized. But true all the same.. I am writing this post to explain why I haven't written any for such a long time, and people have already started popping up the famous question. No, not that one, sigh! Actually it is just one person, but I am flattered beyond limits with that comment. So much that I could barely stop

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I am an early bird. Getting up a little late in the morning, which loosely translates into noon and post lunch afternoon siesta do nothing to spoil my routine. The fact remains that I grow very drowsy around 10 pm and come-what-may doze off by 10.30 pm. There are a few exceptions, my wedding for instance. I took the wedding vows at 4 in the morning, and you don't expect anybody to be attentive at

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Life is so unpredictable! Just yesterday, I was ranting about being back in the office and the excitement it offered. Today, I am back to working from home. Illness again. What put this in an altogether different light is the way things turned up for a friend of mine. A frequent blogger, he had a freak accident 2 weeks back and was out of action all these days. It was pretty late last night that

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In my last post, I cribbed mentioned something about how some men prefer to be babied comforted by their spouse when they fall sick. I may have sounded otherwise but I strongly believe there isn't anything wrong with this. It is completely justified and even if your mate ends up catching the infection, big deal.. We are married to be together in rain and in sun, and to share each other's sorrow,

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My husband is down with viral fever, and I am working from home the whole week to double up as a nurse. There is not much actually that I am required to do, to nurse him I mean. We have a full time maid, who looks after the baby, and can take care of him as well, but these men I tell you.. they simply refuse to grow up. All he wants right now from me is to sit next to him all day, stroke his hair

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It is a Saturday evening and we are back after an early dinner. The day was lazy, an uneventful one and we are not the least inclined to sleep. Somehow that always happens to me, I am never drowsy when I have nothing to do. Not surprisingly, the converse is equally true. So me and husband decide to play cards. Daughter dearest has had her meals and is playing contently with her set of blocks. But

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It is a moment which has the billion strong nation basking in a golden glory. India has won its first ever Olympic gold medal in an individual event, and the first since 1980. Abhinav Bindra has made us all so proud! It was just yesterday that I was thinking of writing a post on sports, and how both my father and husband were going gaga over the Olympics when there is hardly any hope for us,

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Paltu is my daughter's dog. No, its not a real one but a stuffed toy. And they share a Calvin n Hobbes relationship. For all the eight and a half months that I carried her, I strictly refrained from reading anything remotely related to Calvin. Not because I have already read it all, Calvin fans would agree you can never have enough of the little imp and his stuffed tiger. He enthralls, amuses,

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I hate going to the parlour. Any girl will get it in the first go, but for the benefit of the male readers who by now, must be already wondering why I hate icecreams or video games, I am talking about 'beauty parlours'. The term itself sounds kinda weird to me, as some of the other classic terms associated with the business and hence, acknowledged and accepted by ladies nationwide. What sense

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I have been awfully busy and slightly lazy the whole of last and current month. Not writing any new posts, I couldn't even publish an already completed one. No, posting doesn't take much time but I want to put a picture with that post like this one, and that has to be trasferred from my camera to the computer, and subsequently to the blog. Quite some work, isn't it? But I would really like to

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It is almost 10.30, Wednesday night. I am at my laptop checking mails, catching up with some blogs, and intermittently chatting to 2 friends one of which, incidently happens to be my husband as well... No, he is not away to the US on one of those 'short' month-long official trips. He is in the same house, the next room to be precise. Given the dimensions of my modest abode, it is not possible

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I have been pretty irregular at updating this blog. Not that anybody expected it otherwise. My friends consider me the epitome of laziness, and I expect my tombstone to read something like 'May her soul rest in as much peace as her body did even before it got shifted here', all courtesy these same prejudiced 'friends', sigh! However I have different thoughts. I personally believe that I am not

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Get this widget | Track details | eSnips Social DNA I just happened to listen to this truly amazing song in the office cab sometime back, and am yet to get over it.. It is sheer magic. Mano Murthy's music has left me spellbound, and the fact that I can't understand a word, it is in Kannada, makes it all the more special. The poetry simply doesn't bother me unlike Hindi songs

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