- Suffering from acute Blogger’s block. Absolutely blacked out of ideas to post anything!!!
- Have been reading like crazy
- My niece, Rennaisa has come down all alone from Gurgaon on Monday. This was the first time she travelled alone, so we were all a bit tensed. Mantam are following her like the Vodafone dog Mannu started crying when we tried to leave her at day care. As their summer camp got over on 15th, they would be staying at home till the school re-opens. I feel restless at work thinking how four kids will stay together under the same roof for 9 hours! (What? Ma is the youngest of the lot!)
- Bhabi’s parents are coming down from Kolkata to stay with us next Saturday. So, we are gonna have a blast! Abbas and I have taken a whole week’s leave!
- I dunno how Mantam will cope up with their regular routine once they all leave. But till then, they are enjoying every moment of it.
- I have been reading all blogs but haven’t been able to comment actively as I used to earlier. Hopefully, will be back to the usual form post second week of June.
- Till then, I’m brainstorming to come up with a new post! I swear I am, coz it sucks to be out of the blogging world
Monthly Archives: May 2012
Mantam-ismsMe: Mantam, aaj summer camp mein Trifle Pudding banaaya? Tammu: Pudding?? (Tubelight) Mamma ko kaise pata? Me: School ke baahar board mein likha tha na? Maine padha Tammu: Ohh Me: Pudding kaise banaaya? Tammu: Pehle cake daala, uske upar fruits daala aur khaya Me: Aur kuch nahi daala?
Tammu is reading a story book on her own and speaking all gibberish. I was sneering under my breath. Mannu notices my actions and whispers to me ‘Mamma, hasso na plz, Taa* angry ho jabo na?’
Taa – Mannu calls Tammu as Taa
Mantam have a toy which is a set of a long yellow nylon string and numerous beads of different colour and shapes which one of my ex-colleagues had gifted them. Apparently, playing with this toy improves a child’s pincer grip and prepares it to start writing. This is an year old toy and they now hardly play with it.
Recently Tammu brought the yellow string out of the toy set and wrapped it around her waist twice and then the put the loose end on her left shoulder to leave it dangling like a Saree Pallu. Suddenly the way she walks changes imitate Bolly heroines as her hips sway like a pendulum with each step taken forward. This went on for a couple of days. And daily she used to look for her ‘Yellow Saree’ to wear and do all the nautanki.
They speak to Abbas over phone every night before sleeping. Most days, they present him with their wishlists, demanding chocolates, or pencils etc. One day she said ‘Baba, amar paas only yellow saree achi na? Only one saree achi. Amar ke liye one pink saree leke ashbo, okay?’
One day, Mannu spotted something which was two in number (My memory fails me to recall what it was) She asked me – ‘Ye two kyun hai? One kyun nahi hai?’ I was clueless as to what to answer. I only said ‘Errr….’ While trying to come up with an answer, she answered her own question – ‘Amake pata hai. Wo twins hai Mantam ke jaise na?’ And I ended up in a wide grin as I nodded
Mantam are obsessed with making greeting cards these days. I told them that their Jumbo’s (BIL) birthday was approaching, so we would make a card for him and send it as a surprise to him. The card was made about on 5th, the Saturday. On Monday, I had called Bhabi on the way to office in Bulu. Bhaiyya picked the call and on hearing Mantam’s voice, he asked me to pass the phone to them. I gave the cell to Mannu and…
Mannu: Hi Jumbo, Amra jumbo jonnyo ekta gift bhejechi, ota surprise achi
On Bhaiyya’s birthday which was on 9th, we actually called to wish him and this time Tammu spoke first
Tammu: Jumbo, Happy birthday to you. Jumbor jonnyo amra ekta gift bhejechi.
Mannu whispering to Tammu: Arey Taa… Jumbo ke bolo na, Ota to secret achi na?
Few classic sentences:
Tum ke liye amar diyechi.
I want to tell anything. (Supposed to mean, I want to say something)
Could me (This one left me puzzled for a looong time, and finally I cracked it. It’s ‘Excuse me’)
I am is there na? (Literal translation of ‘Main hoon na’)
You cooking do, I eating do
Why you do like this?
When asked not to do something, ‘Anything no happen Mamma, is okay’
When asked not to disturb Tammu – ‘I no disturbling only, I toh pyaar-ing’
When asked not to touch a candle ‘Why Mamma? Wo danger-ridge hai kya?’
Before you guys faint and fall thinking that I have conceived twins again, please read on:
Abbas is extremely passionate about pets. When he left Kolkata, he gave away his pets with a heavy heart and we never thought of getting pets again as we ourselves have been moving places. Most of the time there is no one at home over the week and having pets at home was a remote thought.
Ever since I brought the sparrow nest and bird feeder home, Abbas’s subsided passion for pets awoke with full force. There was no way we could get a pet dog coz then we would have had to look for pet day care and I would have had to pick them up along with Mantam. Abbas expressed his desire to get birds home like a kid demanding candy. Immediate reaction of mine was to say ‘No’. When he asked me to give him logical reasons as to why I am not in favour of this prospect, I said that I would not be able to see the birds caged and that I would prefer having a dog at home over caged birds. (Clearly knowing that having a dog at this point was impractical) With his track record, Abbas has mastered the knack of converting my ‘No’ to ‘yes’. He has an uncanny way of dealing with me and before I know it, i would have given in.
This began almost a month ago when the guy woke up on a Saturday morning earlier than usual and said ‘Chalo Seemu. Let’s go to Shivajinagar to get birds’ and I said ‘Have you lost it completely?’ After a few minutes, I saw myself getting ready to go along with him. I was more interested in going to Russell Market and praying that Abbas won’t get the bird of his choice. So, the five of us including Ma set off. We visited the pet shop and were stunned to learn the price of birds. A few pair of birds cost ten times more than what they cost in Kolkata. We returned home astounded. Before I could cheer secretly for my prayers had been answered, Abbas said ‘I’m gonna get birds and have them breed, I’ll start a side business!’ My jinx had just boomeranged on me.
And his hunt for wholesale bird sellers began. Weekends would see him on call gathering information about variety of birds, prices, sellers, comparing prices, visiting places, so on and so forth. The weekend when I had Baking class at home, he vanished all of a sudden. He came back home at around 5 in the evening with a ‘jhoola hua’ face. You know why? He had finally zeroed in on on the birds at a very low price from a person who does the business at his own home. But unfortunately, he didn’t have a cage for Abbas to get the birds. That person himself took Abbas to several pet stores in the vicinity to buy a cage but unfortunately / fortunately, he found no cage and had to return home empty handed after coming so close. Later when Abbas called the same guy, he did not respond well and said that the birds were already sold.
Abbas found another contact Mr. N and got all the details over phone. On May 1st, as it was off for all of us, we went out for monthly grocery shopping. Abbas was hurrying to get done with the shopping coz he had fixed an appointment with N. When we left the mall, Abbas gave N a call just to confirm, and the guy said that he won’t be available till evening and asked to come some other day. Once again Abbas was thwarted and declared that his long time desire remains unfulfilled as both his mom and wife are not willing to get it. His melancholy had some effect on me…
Next day being our anniversary (I published the anniversary post with some delay), we did not have any plans to celebrate it and it was just another regular working day for us. When Abbas went to take bath in the morning, I quickly surfed his mobile to get N’s cell number from Call History. I called this guy from office. He said that he was in bank and asked to call after 10 mins. When I called next, his phone was switched off. I kept on calling at regular intervals and finally got through by noon. I asked him if I could come to see the birds at 6 in the evening. He agreed and asked me to come near a mall in that area and give him a call and he would direct me how to reach his place.
In the evening, after I left office, I went straight to Mantam’s day care and it was actually dance class day for them. But I had doubts as to whether I’ll be able to reach back in time to pick them up. So I picked them up and three of us hopped into an auto and headed towards that mall. Just when we were 2 signals away from the mall, I called N and the guy didn’t pick up the call. I called at least 20 times within 5 minutes but to no avail. We had travelled quite far and I didn’t want to return. I instructed the auto driver to take us to Shivajinagar and requested him to drop us back home. To my fortune, the autodriver was an empathetic guy. On the way I screeched at the sight of a pet shop just as we reached Shivajinagar.
We went in. I chose the birds and a cage. They suggested a pot for breeding, some imported grain called Birdigree or something and multi vitamin drops. I knew I paid a bomb but I wanted to see a happy Abbas at the end of the day. Mantam were scared to get into the auto looking at the birds. But later on, they began conversing with them. Mannu named them Teddy Bear
Instead of being surprised, Abbas was shocked to see the birds when he came home. First thing he asked me was how much I spent in all. He liked the birds but he found the cage too small. Also according to him, they had got a nice’ bakri’ in me and sold all hi-fi products. This Saturday, we went to the shop again to exchange the cage and Birdigree for a bigger cage, another pair of birds, an extra pot for breeding. Abbas has named them Potla, Potli, Ghotla and Ghotli.
Potla and Potli are a mix of Yellow and Blue, while Ghotla and Ghotli are Blue and White. We are in love with them. We have kept the cage in the balcony adjacent to our bedroom. I wake up to their squeaking noise in the morning even if I shut the alarm off
Here I present to you, new additions to our family:
We had assumed a few months were all it would take. But the wait is still on even after six long years… This was the day when I walked out of my cocoon clutching his hand, with dreams unlimited. Least did I know then that I would not return to my home even once in the next six years. The home, that presented me my existence in this world and first 20 golden years of my life! I left the people who meant (and still mean) the world to me and chose to flee and create a different world of my own. People drew several conclusions from this event but the unanimous one would be that I loved the guy more than my parents. I beg to differ. Can one compare in any way a girl’s love for her man v/s her parents? I don’t think so. My Dad was the first man in my life I fell in love with. Why then did I abandon my parents and went along a stranger whom I had hardly even met? I thought that I will get back my parents’ love in a matter of time, but if I lose this guy, I would be losing him for life. Infidelity is something neither my dad nor I can tolerate. And here I am today six years since that Black day in our lives… Fingers refuse to uncross, heart denies to seize hoping, may be just may be for the first time in his life, dad would forgive the person who betrayed his trust…
I would like to also take this opportunity to write a letter to Abbas, as I have never done one in this blog.
Can you believe it’s been six years since we got married? We started a new life together, and created two beautiful lives on this journey. We have outdone all the goals we set for ourselves when we dreamt of our union. Happy, although we are, contentment evades us even today. The picture is still incomplete without my family. Several people ask me even today if I’m happy in this marriage. How do I explain to them what you mean to me? Marrying you gave me a re-birth. I am a completely transformed personality today. And I can confidently say that it holds true with you too.
Even though we had a virtual courtship, I took to my new environment and family effortlessly like fish takes to water. The credit must undoubtedly go to you who knew how to maintain a balance. I still remember the golden words you told me on our first night together – ‘Don’t try to please anyone or be extra nice. Just be the way you are coz you are not a guest in this home. You are here to stay’ It actually did the trick. The in-laws knew where to limit their expectations of me and accepted me the way I am.
When the matter of practicing religious norms came into picture, you again exhibited such a mature way of striking a balance between your pious dad and your non-believer-of-religious-ways-of-worship wife. You handled it with immense grace.
You have stood by me through all the hurdles and hardships that I underwent. You have shed tears with me unable to stop my tears over hundreds of night in the first few years of marriage. You have been the father, mother, brother, sister and every other person I missed or remembered all the while. I can never forget my pregnancy days which made me see a different side of you. I could sense the envy in Ma too when she asked why it was necessary for you to accompany me to every routine visit to the doc! Taking care of me was on top priority for you then. Not that you don’t take care of me now, but you have two other female characters in your life which hog your priority list.
During the post natal days, it was only you and I alone who nursed the babies through the night. Even though you were working then, you would wake up to nurse them just to let me catch up on some sleep.
When we decided to go ahead with a job offer that I got from Chennai, people mocked at you taunting that you are letting your wife go ahead with an opportunity that was far better than what you were having then. The only question you asked them back which shut them off was – ‘Would you have asked the same question had I got the opportunity?’
You have lived upto everything you promised before marriage (except for the quitting smoking bit which you took a couple of years to accomplish) The only setback in our unification is the lack of my family’s approval. But other than that, not even for a passing moment in these six years did I regret having married you. We were certainly meant to be together forever as one.