tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79946822047860934342024-03-13T06:57:31.632+05:30Do I write?~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.comBlogger470125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-52359392803647943302013-10-31T13:49:00.000+05:302013-10-31T13:49:05.241+05:30What is more painful?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Death coming to someone close to you suddenly? Or knowing someone is going to die in few weeks/months because of an illness?<br />
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Is that too sadistic a question? Maybe it is. But this kept going in my head for a long time and I had to put it down here. Your thoughts?</div>
~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-25553646823472652222013-07-10T10:54:00.000+05:302013-07-13T10:55:15.074+05:3014 years<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Yes. It has been 14 long years. Sometimes it feels much longer than that and sometimes it feels not so long ago when you went away. And it still hurts to think about it.<br />
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I miss you Ma.</div>
~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-75911873143430703392013-06-03T09:46:00.000+05:302013-06-03T09:46:08.191+05:30What do I want?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
These days work is making me take lot of trips and that too long ones ranging from 1 week to 2 weeks. And its taking its toll on the family life.<br />
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I enjoy the work I'm doing and personally would like to continue it. But its not working out from family perspective. From children's perspective. Nishka is too small and misses me badly.<br />
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I think of taking a job which is less challenging and less time/effort demanding just for the sake of kids and to be able to be with them. But that also means less money. But more than anything else I'm unable to convince myself to do something which may not interest me as much as this job does. What do I do?<br />
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I'm so confused. So torn...</div>
~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-46210932365088610312013-02-27T08:29:00.000+05:302013-02-27T08:29:18.283+05:30What do you do when...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
...you get a mail from a matrimonial site with the subject "Have you met your Special one!" after being married for 13 years (yeah..just 2 weeks to go for this milestone) and having two kids?<br />
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I just did a silent laugh :)</div>
~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-39364319795165827452013-01-31T13:11:00.000+05:302013-01-31T13:11:11.292+05:30What do you do when...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
...your soon to be 9 yr child notices the sign "Use Dipper at Night" at the back of a truck, misreads Dipper as Diaper, and asks "Why are they asking us to use Diaper at night?".<br />
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I was in splits when I realised what it was all about :D</div>
~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-35229503499577833202013-01-22T15:26:00.004+05:302013-01-22T15:26:40.230+05:30Etiquettes in different countries<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Just a while ago I came across this link - <a href="http://www.swissotel.com/promo/etiquette-map/" target="_blank">http://www.swissotel.com/promo/etiquette-map/</a> which tells us about the basic etiquette that we need to follow in various countries. And when I saw the one on tipping it reminded me of a funny incident during my trip to US.<br />
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On the last day of our trip we had free time and myself and the three of colleagues went out for lunch. So when the bill came I asked generally how much do I need to tip. One of them said that since it would already include service charge do not leave any and just round up the amount. So that's what I did. And then the guy who served us came and asked me point blank "You are leaving me 23 cents as a tip?" Man!! I was so embarrassed!! I asked him if the bill includes a service charge and when he said it doesn't I apologized and gave few dollars as a tip.<br />
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Later on we all had such a laugh looking at his face on getting a tip of 23 cents :D</div>
~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-81640609768164619852013-01-22T11:22:00.001+05:302013-01-22T11:22:58.302+05:30What do you do when...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
...you scold your 15mo child for scribbling on the wall and in return get a huge scolding back from the big brother for scolding the little baby?<br />
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*rolling my eyes*</div>
~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-78073990331203818182013-01-15T10:02:00.000+05:302013-01-15T10:02:39.082+05:30How cool is that!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Just a while back I came across this website - <a href="http://crayoncreatures.com/">http://crayoncreatures.com/</a> which makes 3D figurines from the drawings of the children. Isn't this awesome? <div>
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I just LOVED it!!<br /><br /></div>
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~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-64990993115991711862013-01-15T09:04:00.000+05:302013-01-15T09:04:11.296+05:30What do you do when...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
...you lie down with your 15 month old to put her to bed. And after about a minute she sits up and starts patting your head saying "ninni..ninni"?<br />
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Role reversal?</div>
~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-45453881129730789752013-01-09T09:48:00.002+05:302013-01-09T09:48:13.825+05:30Trip to Houston, TX<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I went for a short (6 days) work trip to Houston, TX in the third week of December 2012. I was pretty excited as this would be my first trip to US.<br />
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But then it was so short that I didn't get to see around much. We were staying in downtown and client office was 15 min walk so pretty much stayed in downtown only for 4 days. Everything was 30 miles or more farther from our hotel/client office.<br />
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Nishka fared a lot lot better than I had imagined. Looks like she was a total angel in my absence. I was told that there were times when she would be a little quiet and mopey kinds but on the whole pretty fine. My in-laws had come over to help out taking care of kids.<br />
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Met a cousin and his wife from hubby's side of the family. On the 5th day (Friday) they took me to Galveston, the bay area, and the aquarium. On Saturday we had about 2 hours before I had to reach the airport so managed to quickly go to the Museum of Natural History and the butterfly park in the same complex.<br />
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On coming back, when people asked me how did I like it there, I said what I liked was traffic rules being followed by vehicle owners as well as pedestrians, clean roads, quick emergency services (saw many a accidents there). Rest pretty much the same - quality of construction, the malls, the offices - we all have it as good in India now.<br />
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Lot of people had told me you might have trouble with the food but seriously I had none. In fact I ate lot more than I eat here in India :)<br />
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I hope next trip happens soon and I get to go around town more. Let see...</div>
~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-24223377733225329322012-11-30T10:45:00.000+05:302012-11-30T10:45:05.168+05:30Baking and Birthday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Another year gone by. A happy year I would say.<br />
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So to make the day happier I started with baking some stuff. It had been ages since I baked and I just loved it! After baking three things I wanted to bake some more!! Hahaha...<br />
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So I baked a banana-walnut cake, a batch of oatmeal raisin cookies and a chocolate layer cake.<br />
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Seeing the awed look in betu's eyes made it all the more worthwhile. And the way Nishka relished both the cake and the raisin was the final stamp of satisfaction for me.<br />
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Here are the pics -<br />
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I also baked a simple cake and layered it with whipped chocolate cream. The look isn't great as I didn't know how to smoothen the cream.<br />
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As it is every year was flooded with emails, SMSes and calls from friends and family. It just overwhelms me. Every year.<br />
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Ended the day with a dinner out at DimSum Bros, New Friends Colony. The food there was great and so was the ambiance and the staff.<br />
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So like always a day well spent!</div>
~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-2685419951687363532012-11-27T15:10:00.003+05:302013-01-22T15:27:48.666+05:30Bliss<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Bliss is when hubby dear prepares the gajar halwa! And you just sit, eat and relish it! :D<br />
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Yes, hubby dear made the first gajar halwa of the season. It was his first time but it wont be the last! As now we have decided that making gajar halwa will be his job. I used to make it the long way...with boiling/cooking the grated carrot in milk. He tried the shortcut way by pressure cooking it for a while and then just adding khoya (condensed milk) and ghee. It was much faster, required less effort and consumed less fuel. And yet tasted so yummy!!<br />
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~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-29046871080670783772012-11-23T09:11:00.002+05:302012-11-23T09:11:56.469+05:30Orange peel<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The season of oranges is here and it brings back many memories revolving around oranges as kids.<br />
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Remember how we used to squeeze the orange peel in the eyes of our friends taking them by surprise and making them squint because of the prickling sensation?<br />
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Remember how we used to make threads from the juice of the orange peels by rotating it around the plastic rulers? It would leave the scale all melted/shrivelled and basically useless. God!!! How many rulers we ruined in this process!! :D<br />
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And it also reminds me of an incident from school. I must have been in 7th or 8th standard. And I was eating an orange while waiting for our English teacher to come. The teacher came and I shoved the orange inside my desk. We were then asked to read a story from the book quietly. And I in total absent mindedness started eating the orange again while reading the story totally forgetting that the teacher was in the class.<br />
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And as well all know we can smell anyone eating an orange from 20 yards. So obviously teacher smelled the fragrance of orange and started looking for the culprit. And then she saw me chewing and asked me to stand up. It was only then that I realized what I had done. I quickly swallowed the orange inside my mouth seeds et al. When asked about it, I tried to lie that I wasn't eating. I was so damn scared I still remember.<br />
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The teacher than asked another student to check my desk and of course that student confirmed seeing an orange there. Thankfully since I was in the good books of the teacher as I was one of the few students who were good in the subject, I got away with just a good shout from her. And boy did I feel glad about it then?<br />
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~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-84482222359872874552012-11-22T12:28:00.002+05:302012-11-22T13:14:50.098+05:30What do you do when...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
...you see your child being taught wrong pronunciations by their grandparents? I kept quiet as I thought correcting that time would be taken as embarrassment/humiliation by the grandparents. It was hard to keep quiet. To see wrong and still be quiet.<br />
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If the child learns the wrong pronunciation, not only will he speak it wrongly but also write it wrongly.<br />
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Confused. Clueless. </div>
~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-72316340841258523572012-11-16T13:38:00.000+05:302012-11-16T13:47:36.090+05:30What do you do...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
...when it saddens you on the news of the demise of a distant relative? Even when you had just "seen" the person couple of times? When there has been no interaction with this person? When there has been no emotional attachment?<br />
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It hurts me to think how a person perfectly fine two days before, gets a fever and the next day we hear of the demise.<br />
It hurts me to think that the person was just 40 years old.<br />
It hurts me to think about his wife.<br />
It hurts me to think about his children with the youngest child just 10 months young.<br />
It hurts me to think how suddenly all this happened, how it has left everyone totally shocked and unprepared for this sudden death in the family.<br />
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I'm feeling very low today just thinking about it. And it again makes me realize how uncertain life is. You do not know whats in there for your the next day.<br />
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~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-74815589101370336232012-10-10T09:16:00.001+05:302012-10-10T09:16:21.610+05:30Ooh..I love this!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
What about you?<br />
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~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-50623457049936500332012-10-09T13:24:00.002+05:302012-10-09T13:24:40.755+05:30What do you do when...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
...there are multiple cars parked next to each other and you are trying to figure which side of which car to use to go to the other side when you hear your 8 year old say "Aap to kahin se bhi fit nahi aayogi!" (you will not fit through any side) and runs away giggling?<br />
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I guess its time to really do something to lose weight.</div>
~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-23410821653153123502012-09-06T08:56:00.000+05:302012-09-06T08:56:16.221+05:30What do you do when...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
...one day you wear a bright colored floral printed pyajama unlike your usual plain colored ones and your 8 year son, with a totally flabbergasted look on his face, asks you "Why are you wearing such girly stuff? Take it off!!"?<br />
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And when I responded "But I'm a girl!" was snubbed "But this is tooo girly so wear something else!"<br />
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*Rolling my eyes*</div>
~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-45481741721147550382012-09-03T09:19:00.000+05:302012-09-03T09:19:05.098+05:30Rainbow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Couple of days back while returning from work, it was raining. And by the time we reached near Vasant Kunj area, I suddenly spotted a rainbow. Ohh how it made me excited. Just like a child. It was almost a full arc, with each color vibrantly glowing and clearly visible.<br />
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I kept peeping out at the sky every 2-3 minutes from the car window to catch a glance of the rainbow. I do not remember when I had seen such a big rainbow before. Or for that matter I couldn't even remember when I had seen a rainbow last - big or small.<br />
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I wanted to click using my phone but the battery was almost dying. I SMSed hubby about it as he was to pick up kids from the daycare and maybe he will show it to Anirudh. But by the time he reached the daycare, it had turned dark and the rainbow was gone.<br />
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Is it just me who gets excited at rainbows even now? Or do you find them beautiful and get excited on spotting them too?</div>
~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-80184365344218405562012-08-29T15:43:00.000+05:302012-08-29T15:43:15.820+05:30Foot in the mouth disease<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A guy asks me "Have you lost weight?"<br />
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I reply: "The weight scale doesn't say so but my husband thinks I've."<br />
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I wanted to hide somewhere after I realised what I had said.</div>
~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-59169022178194560812012-08-23T10:01:00.001+05:302012-09-03T09:47:59.650+05:30The "Just Married, Please Excuse" Contest<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It has always been very amusing to read <a href="http://www.yashodharalal.com/" target="_blank">Y's blog</a>. She is darn too funny and when I met her I expected the same vivaciousness but she seemed to be a little shy and quiet kind of a person. And I was taken for a surprise when I heard she had a book out. But now I wonder why? After reading her blogs for so many years, I shouldn't have been. She is a wonderful writer.<br />
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I'm still to read her book for a reason you may all laugh at. I made a promise to myself that I will not read any fiction till I can find time to read the course material for a certification that I've been planning to do. It was a self-imposed exile on reading any books besides that course material. But after finally accepting that this exile might run into years the way things are going currently, I gave in and ordered her book this week.<br />
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And now here I'm with the wish to participate in the <a href="http://www.yashodharalal.com/2012/08/the-just-married-please-excuse-contest.html" target="_blank">contest on her blog</a>.<br />
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Mine was an arranged marriage. With the usual scanning of matrimonial section of the newspaper for the "Looking for a bride for our tall handsome son earning well...." and responding to these matrimonial. This incident is just 2 days post our wedding.<br />
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Since I had been working till 3 days before the wedding I had spent very little time on organising the trousseau. So much so that the suits and the blouses were picked the night before we were to leave town to the city where the wedding was to be held. And this resulted in packing some suits unstitched and some sarees without the fall.<br />
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So coming back to the day when this incident happened, being the new bride I had to wear the fancy silks and had to be decked up all the time. So when everyone took afternoon siesta, and I would also retire to my room, I would immediately change into something comfortable with throwing off the saree and the jewels. It had been barely 30 min that there was a doorbell and soon after a knock on our door as some unexpected guests had arrived to "see" me.<br />
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With the lack of my saree wearing skills, I needed good 20 min to wear the saree properly. But at that moment I knew I didn't have more than 10 min to come out of the room. And to top it the saree I was wearing didn't have a fall stitched to it and I was totally confused which was the side that was to be worn outside and which was for inside. I know most sarees you can make out but the weave of the one I was wearing was such that I just couldn't. When I looked helplessly at hubby he just shrugged as he couldn't figure out either.<br />
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With time running faster than usual, I decided to go by instinct and wear it the way I thought was the right side. Hoping badly that in case it wasn't the right side no one would notice. But how naive I was not knowing how sharp and scrutinizing can be the eyes. An the moment I stepped out of my room, my MIL scanned me from head to toe to ensure that she can 'showcase' her "new bahu' to the guests and that there is nothing awry. And then she dropped the words that sounded like a bomb to me - "You have worn your saree inside out." Gawd! I was so embarrassed. I offered to go inside and wear it again. But I guess she already knew the amount of time I would take to wear the saree so she told me to go and meet the guests like this only. And to my relief, either the guests didn't notice or were nice enough not to say it on my face :P<br />
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Another incident that still makes me squirm is a month or two post the marriage when we were visiting the in-laws. Hubby used to wear crisp white kurta pyajama at home those days and so did the FIL. So I was working in the kitchen and from the corner of the eye I saw hubby coming in. (At least I thought it was hubby and it was only later that I realised it was not him but the FIL.) So I started talking to him while my eyes still on the task in hand and only when I heard the sound of throat being cleared and FIL walking away that I realised my folly and was so embarrassed that I kept avoiding being anywhere near the FIL that day.<br />
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<i><b>Update:</b> I won! I won! I won!! Yippee yay!! I managed to go to Y's blog only yesterday and saw my name in the <a href="http://www.yashodharalal.com/2012/09/and-winners.html" target="_blank">list of winners</a> :) This is probably only the second contest online that I've won and it makes me super happy. Although I must admit I had started feeling that chances of me winning are very bleak after reading such hilarious stories of others. But am I glad?? :D</i><br />
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~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-57946412914747555712012-08-21T15:14:00.001+05:302012-08-21T15:14:39.628+05:30Void<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You feel a void when a member of the family doesn't stay with you any longer.<br />
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Even though the interaction was not much. Even though you needed to be careful on how to speak and behave in front of that person. Even though the wavelengths didn't match much. Even though there would be conflicts. Still there is a void that can be felt.<br />
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I'm talking about my FIL who had been staying with us since the past 5 months after we had Nishka. He was staying with us so that I can join back work and Nishka can stay at home till the time she was about 10 months and ready to go to daycare. Since we started Nishka's daycare from mid of August, he went back this weekend.<br />
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It was a daily routine for me to go to his room after coming back from work and spend about 30-40 min there talking to him. Dinner time would mean setting 4 plates and conversations on the dining table. And now when I have to set 3 plates I feel the void. Something feels amiss.<br />
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There was a constant sound of TV that we could hear in the house. And now suddenly the house is quiet. Too quiet.<br />
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Nishka had also developed such a bond with him. She would look at him every time she would do something as if to see if he was watching or not and to get his commendations. She would leap towards him and give out such big smiles. Pulls his specs, jump on him and want him to pick her up now and then. And he would also indulge her in so many ways. Am sure she doesn't realise now but soon she will miss him him too when she realises that he has gone back.<br />
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Papa - You are being missed.</div>
~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-88144430606781377522012-08-16T10:46:00.000+05:302012-08-16T10:46:19.836+05:30What do you do when...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
...someone looks at your 10 month baby in a frock, hairband, sandals with ears pierced asks you "Why have you dressed the baby as a girl?" I was stumped, confused and thought I hadn't heard the question right so asked him to repeat.<br />
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And then I responded "Because she is a girl!" leaving that person say "Ohh!"</div>
~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-34043697832933800402012-08-13T11:53:00.000+05:302012-08-14T12:02:29.978+05:30Still..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This is my second stint with sending my baby to daycare. Anirudh also started going to daycare when he was 9 months and Nishka has started since today after she turned 10 months. But it still wrenched my heart leaving her there. I cried. I felt guilty. I was unhappy. I felt such a tug at heart.<br />
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Yes, its second time around and but still I did not feel stronger at heart. I had thought that I will be more composed at handling myself and my emotions but I didn't.</div>
~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994682204786093434.post-81121914885045551612012-08-08T10:10:00.000+05:302012-08-08T10:10:02.390+05:30Overheard<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"Me and my wife are very tech savy. We work on computers whole day."<br />
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Huh? <i>*rolling my eyes*</i></div>~nmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16483363042572158612noreply@blogger.com3