The peace and joy and wonder of childhood!

You know what day it is today? It’s my yearly blog post update day! Yay! Look I just wait for something to really move me before I type. So some of you know that I am setting up a new business, this post is not about that, since if I were to start writing about that I will not be able to find time to set up the business any more. All I can say is its much more resource, money, time intensive than you first imagine it to be, but more on that later, maybe or maybe not. Back to what moved me.

So, Jahnavi is now about 2 & a half and terrible twos would be a huge understatement, one dialogue between me and Ashu doesn’t go by without some background score of a-b-c-d-e-f-g-h-i-j-k-l-o-meno-p-q-your-s-t-u-v-double-u-x-y-and-zee or some other song from that genre. Dance and music is a large part of every toddler’s entertainment and mine prides herself in being a self-proclaimed ‘balina’ (meaning ballerina). We were filled with mixed emotions when her pre-school sent a letter about her participation in the annual concert, mostly we were excited but we were also sad mainly because the costume charge, ticket costs and video recording would set us back by over $100. Anyway, so that happens of coming Friday.

Now if you don’t have a toddler (you would probably not read this) let me tell you that teaching them a dance, or anything, is a HUGE task and the key is practice and more practice. Beginning of this week Janu fell ill so she couldn’t go to school, which meant she missed her practice, today was her dress rehearsal. So, giving it due importance I thought I would take her to the concert hall and get her familiar with the place, loud music, big lights etc. a tiny voice at the back of my head was telling me that wasn’t the best idea but I went anyway. You get an idea where this is leading right? Yes, it wasn’t a great idea, she cried all through the practice, did not dance at all and hated the entire experience and understandably I was extremely sad as well. Only silver lining for me was she had a very grumpy face, while all others were smiling in all her photos, which I thought I would buy at some atrocious price per print (in this era of digital photography) to show her when she would challenge me for being emotional or stupid or other such stuff few years later. Need to be prepared! You might have judged me by now as a mean parent, but I heard lately on Ellen show, ‘What you think about me is not my problem‘, so living by that these days.

She is a very thoughtful person, my little Janu! When we came back home from the concert she slept off and then when she woke up she gave me a photo opp that would save me quite a few  dollars, its a pity the powder-pack was only half full or we would have had a whiter Saturday than that! Notice how she refuses to look into the camera.


OMG - One Mad Girl!


This incident and especially this picture gave me immense joy for many reasons one of them is, as I am told, I did the same thing decades ago (I am that old! boo hoo!) with kajal and on a beautiful & aspirationally expensive dress which my folks bought to dress me up for diwali. When I did this, my mumma let me just enjoy, the dress was already painted in black with kajal smeared all over, but she let me soak the moment. Some might think that my mum at that time and now I, should have disciplined our child but I think sometimes we should just let them live as they want, not singing or dancing for other’s entertainment but their own, sometimes being covered in powder all over, or blowing bubbles on a very rainy evening aren’t these the joys of childhood that we all yearn when we grow up?

I won’t really change my parenting style but just for curiosity tell me:


Will Power

Some days back I participated in a story finishing contest – Finish it to win it – so I finished it and won it, ok I won the third prize… So here’s my story, but to you first need to see what I finished, so here’s the link to the first half of the story.

And here’s what I wrote:

“I can’t believe my eyes, after all these years you are still just the same. Its little Jenny’s surprise party on Sep 15th, she would be euphoric to see her father on the night of her birthday. Oh this is magical!” though she did not recognize the sender’s number, Rose lost her mind.

She saw the date and realized it was Sep 15th, she decided to follow him that evening to catch him in the act. She left Betty at Veronica’s house to play with Archie and Jug-head. Then she drove to Will’s office and parked at a corner watching out for his car when he left she followed. He drove to the suburbs and then stopped at a house that looked rickety and old; the house was decorated like a soda shop. She thought to herself, this is a neat 50’s theme party I could do this for Betty’s birthday…

Suddenly she remembered, she was following her husband and was about to bust his clandestine affair and not to select themes for a party. She waited for 5 minutes and then barged into the house. She saw Will pushing a wheelchair and a lady probably in her 80s (you can’t tell the exact age in 80s) gazed hopingly towards the door. Rose couldn’t help but wonder having an affair was one thing but mixing with the girlfriend’s family was quite the other – this is serious business! When Will saw Rose he knew he could not hide anything anymore.

He calmly asked Rose to follow him to a room. She was confused, no shock, no surprise this is not the way she expected this to go.The old lady glanced at Rose and said “Oh you are more beautiful than I could ever imagine”, Rose got even more confused. Will closed the door behind and made Rose sit,then he began softly “Rose, baby, this is complicated. You remember how you always wanted to meet my parents and family I always said they all died in a car-crash? That was all a lie, baby. What I am going to tell you now is a top-secret and the future of our country depends on it.” Rose did not know what to make out of that, but she sure noticed Will was completely carried away by the 50’s theme and was speaking like in the 50’s – “baby” she thought “who says that anymore!”

He spoke again “I am Austin Powers! I was born in 1925, I was a cool cat then, the time was different then, baby. I shagged Mary and a lot of other women, but the day she told me she was pregnant in 1955, honestly, I intended to marry her. But Dr. Evil time-travelled and like always, I put the country’s security ahead of my happiness, so I got cryogenically frozen for 50 years. In 2005, when I unfroze you were going to examine me, when I saw you I found you super shagadelic baby and I ran away. That’s why you never saw me as Austin Powers I met you later that day and introduced myself as Will, the advertising guy. I am currently working on a secret mission to catch Ocean’s 13 that is keeping me very busy.”

A sense of pride filled Rose she was after all the wife of International Man of Mysteries. Still as is customary in these situations she asked for proof and he showed her old pictures of himself with erstwhile Mary. Rose thought to herself Mary was shagadelic but I’m the wife. They heard the main door open and then suddenly oldies were yelling and singing Happy Birthday! Then Will and Rose walked out of the room and Will at 35 saw his first daughter for the first time on her fifty-fifth birthday… Rose thought to herself, truth is stranger than fiction, he didn’t lie after all, he always said its work pressure, my own darling Austin Powers…

Oh the days of our lives…

Today, as usual I started from office at 11.45 for my 12.00pm gym session, when I reached the changing room I realized I had not brought my lock. I knew Pushy (my instructor) with his watch was watching my way, so I decided I’d change and think simultaneously… I saw a kind looking woman and webbed a plan, I’d keep my stuff inside one of the lockers and pretend to search for something, I’ll look very upset and in hurry, all this hoping she would ask why… then I would rattle how I didn’t have my lock and couldn’t leave my stuff without a lock, she would then offer to give her lock, I could return that at the reception she could collect it later… I am sometimes impressed with my optimism and quick thinking and yes! It worked… I quickly locked the stuff and ran down to reach at 12.02 – 2mins late is almost a routine by now…

In the last 15mins of my 60mins torture, I always jump into planning-mode for next 30mins how I would run to the shower then to juice bar and then for my call/meeting/whatever… at 1.02pm he relieved me, I huffed, puffed and dragged myself towards the changing-room while Pushy chuckled saying “take good rest tomorrow! See you on Saturday” and I mocked (in my mind of-course) “You wish! I’m gonna be unwell on Saturday, hahaha!” once in the changing room I was racing against time to reach the client’s office for a 1.30pm presentation with Fussy (my client) and Snooty (my boss). ‘Its fortunate that Fussy’s office is in the same building as the gym, this would give me a few more minutes…” with this thought trailing, I opened my locker and my worst nightmare came alive – no it wasn’t a gecko, though that would be as bad well in this case, I saw NOTHING… I thought of the towels, clothes, cosmetics – its weird how I thought of the most irrelevant things first – watch, phone, wallet, IC card… Yes! “The Kind Woman” had swept my locker… My heart almost stopped but the clock kept ticking…

With 20mins on hand for the presentation, I was still in my gym clothes stinking and wet with sweat running on my forehead… I ran to the reception and started blabbering about the woman when I realized, in my previous hurried episode, I had forgotten to even ask her name – I know, so rude well she did take some revenge though! Anyway so I described her – Singaporean, dressed in shorts & T-shirt, straight hair, slim – OMG! I thought that’s 99% of Singaporean women! It took me 10mins to explain to the receptionist and at 1.20 we were standing in front of my empty locker… By now most women in the changing area knew something was not right… They glanced at me while I talked with my face slightly redder and voice slightly raised… Then this lady walks in and in all this crisis she wanted to use the locker just beside mine – seriously, I thought, people are so weird, of all the empty lockers this moron wants to use the locker right beside mine! So pissed I was, I said out loud “you won’t find a treasure in there you know!” she replied “this is the one I always use…” It drove me insane it was 1.25 what did I do to deserve this… she suddenly snapped at me “see I did find a treasure here today” It dawned on me then – I had locked an empty locker while all my stuff lay open in the locker beside it…