Size zero!!

Size zero?!!!!!
Was reading the glossy Femina...yes! I love that magazine, for its many uses. When you are really wasted for time, you get to hear the juicy gossip about half the million people in the world, all of whom I wont even have heard of, forget knowing them. But its fun to know that they exist!!!!

All the shiny pictures, that are glued onto my sons school projects worms its way out from here...so I have to say a Thank you!

I see those umpteen pages showing those clothes, that make me hang my head down in shame....size zero??? the tube tops, that would require a hangar to hold onto if I were to wear it? but It helps me dream...and how!! Then I read about this woman who is going for a ninth boob job :O ....and she's not finding a doctor to do the surgery...is she nuts?????, what if she falls flat on her face....her face wont even touch the ground..and then her expensive silcons would be
ruined :( Nah!!!! I'm happy the way I am...imperfect but happy nevertheless.

I read about all those inspiring stories about entrepreneurs, and their road to success....and then suddenly, I'm dreaming of that perfectly tarred road, in front of me...neat and clean...but then I forget to see those thorny shrubs on the edge of each road...and then its back to junping over the potholes and pitstops....i'm happy that I atleast have the eyes to see around me....thorns or the roses....i'll find every one of them and stop to soak in the fragrance and keep it within and smile.

I see all those exotic, sexy looking dishes made out of ingredients, i'd give my pinky toe to know where its available in my very conservative , locality, where my local grocer thinks mushrooms and celery are equivalent to Sushi...yeah....I know I need to head out to those hep supermarkets, to find what I want...but I am not going to spend half my life going across this over crowded city, absorbing carbon dioxide in exchange for some ingredient only to be told later that it was just the "dantina soppu" that my cycle weilding soppu man, brings in fresh out of his own fields...and for which I pay one tenths the price...and I can go across in my down to earth(literally!!) jeans and need not wear my lipstick at all....or better still I can read up my favourite blogs, which show real cooking with my sensibilities...the list is on my blogroll..

I have to read that section about parenting....and now and then turn back to my non existent half, and tell myself...not bad, you're doing things just right....to the T....and only to turn around and find , in my case, all those tips, just tipped my position as a cool mom!!, only to turn into a " you're mad ma!! "...I'll stick to my intuition and my love for my kids....give them the boring
raagi kanji in the morning, and not the colourful platter shown on the glossies...I can sleep well knowing I used my own 2 hands making them, even though the faces I made drooled out the sauce from the eyes into the chin..

And yes...if I dont mention the surveys and the to do's and how to do's...I can't sleep..I've been assured by every issue....the moves, the angles, the positions and the moods...yes!!! I know for one...nothing works..its love that matters and the rest is left to the head that shouldn't ache, or the sock that hasn't gone into the washer...jackie chan jai ho!!!

PS: I wanted to thank each and everyone who had my friend her family in their prayers.

Was that all???

Life is unfair...I said and now its slapping me on my face...don't know if somethings will ever stop haunting me. I know it wont.
Imagine, a lovely evening....mother just back from picking up her lovely son from school. Tantrums, et all, snacks stuffed in.
The tall , long lashes of her son sweeping through the quiet face. He wants to play. But as all moms do, she makes him sit down to finish his homework... *sigh*
Dinner is in progress....kids have to be up early, so in bed early too. And dinner it was, while she slogged on the cursive writing, in the dining area.
* Boom*
Life's dished out one massive tragedy to this small family. The gas cylinder burst and mother and son blew up in flames...( haven't still gotten all the details....) , its been too traumatic for me to even ask or know.
85% burns for the mother.
Son had lost his eyes, and most of the face, and I don't know if I should say...thankfully passed away this evening.
Mother is still critical...and I wonder what is in store!
All that I can think of right now is how to erase that smiling face from my memory. I used to see him so often each time I picked up my sons...He was my lil one's classmate from school..
All I can do right now is pray that she will not suffer any more, and the family , will have lots of strength to face this shock.

Digging up treasures!!

The art of patience...is being drilled into my head by my younger son. One would think , being a mother, I would be very tolerant and coo and drool over all their artwork and craftwork...
Yes, I do...I love each and every piece of it. Crooked, wonky, bare...yes...all of them. And not because i'm their mother. But because I see the glow in their eyes when they do them. Each color they use has a story behind it. ( yes it is explained too....Preethi, I'm sure you'll understand Nantu and his persistent questioning more now...). Each line they draw has a direction.
They are so pure and so uncomplicated. Simple, yes, thats what they are.
Last evening while my lil brat was finishing up a drawing for his school work....all about creation, the teacher had said. The words were, Day, night, stars and the moon, Adam and Eve, mountains, sky, etc....( Biblical stories, but learning after all)
He had in a typical child's eye, drawn out the coulds, birds, etc...the triangular mountains, the blue of the sea....and of course the brown sand and mud...with the 2 palm trees for special effect, and to top it all Adam and Eve...small stick figures, with very expressive eyes... ( Yes, I did see it in those miniature figures too)...but his brown coloring had stopped towards the end of the patch....and he had skipped on to his next work...( must have gotten tired, I thought! ) But being a pest of a mommy...I had to butt in and ask..
"What happened to the mud out here...washed out???"
" No! Adam and Eve are digging...."
Yes! absolutely divine, the answer was for me...and I prayed he would leave it like that, so I could promptly scan it in and send it off to his best critic and most loved aunt...my sister. But a few minutes later, when I was packing his suff in...I saw it was all coloured and completed.

He saw my confused 'dufus' look and said..."yeah! they finished and now they've filled it up with the mud. Just like how we do in the sand pit...remember? You told us to"

Case closed.

But come early morning, he drags me along, all dressed in crisp , uniform and white 'blancoed shoes', to the sand pit...."see what we all( I sighed...thank god there were others too!!) did last evening....awesome amma..we dug a tunnel through the jumping plates too...seeeeee...."
And this is for you'll to see....

(I'm sure Adam and Eve have not seen this , and hopefully so have some of the very stern , nosey neighbours)
P.S Normally they clean up and cover up the holes in the sand pits, but this time, I guess they were too proud and enamoured by their design prowess to think of rules and norms

Weirdo Dido!!!!!

I thought I was going through a writer's power shut down. There was a blank out and I was making excuses. But looks like these events are slowly merging with madness, insanity and a feeling of despair. Am so caught up in all these things, havent had any time to look back and dissect, the phases. Sometimes, the feeling that you're sinking into nothingness, but then you are not, 'cos you are handling things well...its been well oiled the mechanism of life, your home and your environment. You've done that and not anyone else. So why is it that one should feel weighed down??

I remember reading about addiction to blogging...yes there was a time, I was...when I started anew long ago...a year ago. But then now ,I do start reading through my most read blogs...but there are times I just don't get enough time to pen down my thoughts back into those spaces, and I feel so miserable...like this eerie lurker on the prowl. So wanted to stop by and let
everyone know, that please bear with me while I get back my bearings and visit your blogs in full ernest.Wanted to let you all know, that I miss that wonderful feeling one gets when the blog hopping goes on and we find each other. But also wanted to thank all of you..there have been smiles being spread around too..many of my blogger pals are here and we're going to meet up and have fun...what say??!!!

I thought if I were to do some tags that were pending I might kick myself out of this stupor. So took this one out of my closet!
Broca had tagged me a while ago...and even though I had listed out my weirdo deedos for all of you here...and whined that I had one too many then, I just listed out a few more and made myself a bit more bizarre...so go have fun at my expense ;)

These are the rules:

1. Link the person(s) who tagged you…Brocaaaaa...do you see??

2. Mention the rules on your blog

3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours...

4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them…

5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged..

Well...

1. It dates back to a century ago...more like many years when we were younger and would go over to my cousins for vacations. Back then, it was a custom in their house , that their morning coffe was to be sacredly victimized by the lumpy soaked forms of some bis'kut or the other. It was all very fairytale for us. Like ,as if our parents never gave us bis'cuth to eat? :(
But here it was different.
That started one of my spooky habit. I would love to delve into the transparent tall,plastic box, and hunt for the 'Marie' biscuit. Don't know why, when the whole world and her brethren were discarding it, I would just love how that humble round thingy tasted. And there was a time when I was on a liquid diet for some illness ( can't remember what?! ) and the doctor had said that I
could start off my solid diet by eating Marie biscuits...Little did that poor man know that he was prescribing exotica for me...lol...I had gorged on an entire pack I remember then...the long packets with some 20 odd numbers in it. As expected...by the end of the evening my illness had relapsed and I was banned from even looking at solids..., but thats my love for it...I still love it. and enjoy it by nibbling it first around the circumference ,trying not to disturb the letters and then moving inwards..hmmmmm bliss

2. I hate mangoes! The luscious ripe, juicy varieties...yes!! I hate them . I actually get nauseus when their fragrance whifts round...I would always keep the rest of fruits away from them , for the fear of getting its smells mixed up. I still hate them, but then 'mommadom' kicked in and then I was bending backward, holding my breath, and eyes watering, while cutting, peeling
and making shakes out of them. I know its 'His' way of getting back at me..'cos when the rest of the clan said Mango is the king of fruits, I went and changed it in my own books...and replaced it with the 'Banana'. But then my kids love this fruit called Mango...and I look at it now.

3. I'm sure many of you have heard this quite often. That God is omnipresent. Then why does everyone look upward to the sky when he is playing the blame game with The One?!!!! I don't. I'm always caught talking to myself. I believe that if He is everywhere, He is next to me too...He better be?!!! And since you can't ignore someone when they are right next to you, I keep
talking, to stop him from getting bored. I keep Him well updated...

4. Thats it...I don't know anymore :D Well thats good isn't it...I don't have to drive the lot of you running for cover...

But I have one small thing to ask of all those who know me from here....

Tell me if you find anything remotely weird in me....I 'm promising you I don't have the axe next to me...No Dashavatarams....nor the psycho effect happening...just tell me na...please, please.......

Oh now i've to tag 6 bloggers....oh heck!! thats tough...seems like everyone's been at it...so here goes...

1.Amitabh Bachchan ( yes!! I can't get enough of him....though I have never read his blogs...I stop at being weird there , but didn't want him feeling left out of this tag game, heheheh)

2. Amir Khan (I don't read this too, but have heard so much about it from the media, that I googled and got the links)

Now for some bloggers who have started dropping in, after my last few tags...lets get to see their quirks too *laughing the evil laugh*

Shruthi from High Spot! (I'm sure her kidnapping drama would have ended by now...)

Sahana (Leave the horizons and come into the evil world...)

Joy....After the choices are made, can you please take up this and let us know if eccentricities run in your blood???

Preethi..( after her India trip and Nantu'isms, i'm sure she needs a lil break)

yay!!!! I'm done...but if anyone wants to take this up, feel free...but do let me know...i'll peep in.

Eyes!-The windows to your soul!

'Look into the eyes while you speak', lines I had heard so often while I was growing up, and it had become just a part of a conversation. I never dwelled on it too much, nor did I, like the kids from our generation ever think of arguing with my parents when it came to speech, posture etiquette. We just knew it must mean something good...and how right I was.

Recently I was part of a conversation where a parent was complaining about her sons arrogance and 'don't care attitude' to her son's coach. He then told her 'try asking him to look into your eyes while talking. You'll see the difference'. He said he had tried it on his teenage sons and it had worked to an extent where they now feel comfortable talking only eye to eye.

It sure got the curious cat out of me. Because, something as simple as eye contact, could hold so much in terms of behaviour discipline for a person.

Yes, its true.

Have you ever tried talking to someone, who keeps looking anywhere but at you and your eye???It feels very eerie, weird and so unsettling at times. Is it right then that one must follow such gestures?

Eye contact is a form of nonverbal communication.

I tried that with my son, and it has been working. I also can judge the mood he is in just by looking into his eyes while he talks to me. If he is in a bad mood, his eyes are open wide-eyed and yet, he has had the courage to look into my eyes now and say 'i'm not in a mood now, I don't want to talk' . Fair enough I would say...when we are not in a great mood, we too don't like being
spoken to , so why should he be different?. But if he had said that looking away from me, I would have got angry and then wondered if he was saying that just to irritate me.
As women, I know many who will agree with me when I say, that the guys who look so pointedly at nothing but at your bust..don't even get a hearing. I'm already..'gosh! he's such a creep, so what if he has important things to say?'

Nervousness can get a person to shuffling around, fidgeting with their hands, many can be seen wringing their hands like it was a wet cloth, while some even talk with their eyes closed.Sometimes, I find myself analysing people and their actions based on how they talk to their peers. It has been very interesting and so refreshing many times. I guess the reason why I never get bored while waiting for eternity for people to turn up at times, will be this. Just sit and observe without being too obtrusive.

Have you ever tried sitting down on your haunches while you hold a conversation with 2 foot chatty kid? Watch how their eyes dance, with glee, and show their excitement while they explain how the roots of a plant is white , and how they pulled it out of its socket in the soil, by themselves and it didn't break?

Have you come across such nonverbal communication that really put you off , or was very endearing while you were trying to hold a conversation with someone?

Poke, a roar and a whistle!!

Back to school and off to nap...yes! thats what I assumed I should do...sleep off all the fatigue of the vacation. My vacation has begun now :D Packed off the kids to school and jumped right into bed to take a quick nap of 15 minutes... ( I just thought, I shouldn't feel guilty, so 15 minutes was great for that) ...I had been dreaming of that blissful sleep, the warm quilt ( yes, its back to that here now, after a few rains...) and la la land...when, a sudden roar shook me up...opened one eye and squinted to my left...the thought of opening both eyes, might ruin that sleep isn't it...so one eye it was. Gosh!!!!!! It was the super snorer in action....

Why oh why!!!!

I'm always being interrupted ...

first it is the phone calls....

2 hours I sit there , read the newspappers, breakfast, housework.....and just when I gently acrobat my head to the cushion....the shrill rirrrrng of the phone interrupts...look around for that damn phone, only to hear it ringing yards away from me...normally if you talk while in the same position there is every chance you could nod back off...but I have no such luck....the phone it was... miles away.
Phone call handled , I came back...and started the ruckus all over ...and this time to be heckled by the calling bell....if you were to even listen to this stupid bell that I have at home....grrrrrr....keeech, kch kch kch kch.....i'd kill Bin Laden to mute that..
Gave up the whole circus, and looked at the 'blissful other half of the couple phrase', my hubby....and thought that the best place would be right there next to him...if he can sleep so blissfully in spite of all these interruptions...so could I...and did just that ...snuggled up to his side and smilingly , gingerly rested my head...the traffic was roaring , ( it always gets amiplified in whichever house, or place I sleep in :( ...) , buses screeching right over the speed breaker that was located right near our gate...but they have never disturbed me...wonder why??

But one roar from my side...i'm right up with a vengeance...and poking his sides...as if he even knows what he was doing...'Turn on your side and sleep' I roared back....a few seconds later the waves shook all over again....they sounded more like some jet planes whizzing past...aaccckkk....one more poke...to a 'non feeling tummy tyre'...and started my analysis instead........I do that always , think my life to bits , even here amidst my attempts to nap too..

Have anyone ever thought , why the snorer always gets poked and pushed around, but those screeching vehicles outside your doorstep just gets a 'bah!!! so noisy' reaction?

While on train journeys, the chug chug of the train is much less disturbing than the snore from the guy in the berth 100 feet away????

You always get stuck next to a guy who wants to snore on a flight and not next to that tall, handsome single guy reading the latest bestseller?

Ever wondered why men snore more often after they get married???

Is it easier to react to the poor hubby sleeping by your side and who in his sleep will not even respond.. :D?

I found a great solution...

I just got up , made myself some tea..and read a book...