Tis a season to be jolly!!!

Life is complicated…as much as we make it…we laugh , it laughs back at us, we cry, and we leave the world as mute spectators…

Wah!!! What a sermon I started off with…Just didn’t think I’d be left with nothing to think off or write about. Brains worked overtime, pens rushed on the paper, and all this while the exams were going on for the kids. It never is a test of capabilities of the children, it is a test of patience for the parents. And now that schools closed for vacations , brains are on a strike.

One look at my house during the exams season…one would think, an alien has landed with no idea what to do with the creatures he’s found in the 2*2 flat we stay…There’s so much of tension in the air, it can start a spark…and it does most days.

Each morning starts with amazing calm, and rushed feeling of inner peace…the nip in the air seems to sing along with me. It knows the air around is soon going to heat up..just like Bangalore weather…and it does.

Act 1. Waking up kids ( I hate to do that, ) can be agony. For both the mother and the son. He looks so peaceful and cute, that you’ll want to give yourself a few more minutes with that hot mug of tea…knowing full well that once awake you’re on a rolling wagon….doesn’t seem to stay still….you’re screaming heads off, running from one bathroom to the other, trying to wake up the little one who’s in an even more blissful sleep and who also tells you that “you’re bad” inside of his quilt…and just making you wonder why schools ever start so early…it breaks your heart to do this to the kids.( but nah!! I’m not going to let them know that) For a very organized mother, I can be a devil if my kids fizzle out while getting ready…so far I’ve managed to only interchange their lunch boxes, and said my byes at their bus stops, with invisible hugs, only to find that I’m still clinging onto their lunch bags…and then you can see a hassled woman….running behind the bus….and then I say “ My sons are so terrible, they drive me crazy!!! “ Can you blame them?

Kids packed off, peace reigns, silence at home…but no joy…still have maids to handle. Whoever said life’s a bed of roses should stay here and handle maids…I feel its always better not to have one. ( you can always blame time, money, your incapabilities, etc) But having one…you’re looking at the clock, minute to seconds once she doesn’t land up at her allotted time…then the tension starts…one would think you’re so incapable, but its not that…its just, that, you’ve hired her and she damn well land up…Now that vacations have begun, you’d think its fun and free time…

If you don’t find me on this blog for a few days…just ring up the local NIMHANS number…I’m sure they’ll be glad to put you across to me…their very happy inmate..
And you’ll get a basket of fruits if you happen to be the one to take me there..
Just praying that I don’t lose creative abilities, learn lots more patience while seething inwardly…that I learn to nod my head at the right time, and not half a second later…remember that Ghost Riders belongs to the younger one and WWE the older ones…pokemons are passé, PSP is ok, but inspite of everything, and no time to breathe, “ma its so boring What do we do? “ I still love the vacations and the space it brings with it.

While I enjoy my mad vacations, I’d love to wish each and every one who comes here..”A MERRY CHRISTMAS”

Let the cheer of the season spread amongst all of you and let there be love and joy.

Reminding you that there is a Santa out there..and he’s real!!!!

Ho Ho Ho


If you’re partying, go ahead and enjoy, but please don’t drink and drive…