Friday evening, we had sudden guests at home. I rushed home from office as soon as I was informed of their arrival. I had only 1 hour in hand to transform a ‘Tornado-struck’ home to a presentable abode. Mantam were too happy to have guests over as they got pampered and also got new dresses, colouring books, crayons and cute li’l purses. They were so obsessed with their purse that they hid it under their pillow when they went to bed.
Saturday morning, my kitchen was taken over by the aunts. I enjoyed eating not-cooked-by-me food after a long time. We went to drop them at another relative’s house in the afternoon. On the way, we dropped by a shop to buy some goodies for the aunts. When I paid the bill, all of a sudden Mannu started crying loudly. On inquiring the reason behind her outburst, she said “I have a purse and money in it. I wanted to pay. Why did you pay?” I controlled my laughter and consoled her saying “We’ll go to another shop. You pay there.”
On the way back I wanted to go to Thippasandra market coz I had found from the internet that there was a shop that rents out costumes for fancy dress. Mantam have a Family Day celebration on 24th where they have ‘Community Helpers’ as the theme. We are asked to dress them up as Doctor and Nurse. We roamed around looking for the costume shop, we stopped by a Sugarcane juice shop. Before Abbas finished ordering, Mannu had neatly taken out 2 coins from her purse and kept on the counter and said “I have paid”. We just smiled coolly. The juice had not yet arrived. She kept on looking at her empty purse and the coins that she had given away alternately. Finally, she put the 2 coins back into her purse and said “This time you pay. I’ll pay in the next shop” Abbas and I simply burst out into laughter. She carries my stingy genes. LOL
We finally spotted costume shop and there was doctor’s coat there.Me: “How much?”. Shopkeeper (SK): “150” Me: “We want it on rent” SK: “Yes. It’s 150 on rent” Me: “Per day how much?” SK: “Per day 150”
Abbas and I looked at each other and I told the SK “We’ll come on Wednesday” and left. We thought they charged too much plus picking it up and dropping back would be a pain considering our tight weekday schedule. We hopped into a Fancy Store and we bought some hairbands and bangles for Mantam, one Nail Art kit for my niece. We were heading home when I suggested that we go on Namma Metro ride. Mantam kept on asking where we were going on train. We said Bangalore. When we got down in MG Road, they asked if we had reached Bangalore. They danced in the train. Tammu was giving crazy poses and I couldn’t help but click her nautanki-ness. Tammu was worried about Bulu thinking that he might feel lonely and cry as he couldn’t board the train.
When we came back to Bulu, guess what Mannu asked “Are we going to restaurant now?” I dismissed the idea outright as I had dinner ready at home. Abbas insisted on going. He wanted to have Chinese, I wanted to have Biryani. We finally settled on a Multicuisine restaurant which served both. Mannu said again “I’ll pay here okay? and kept the purse on the table as though the treat was on her! We didn’t have to feed them. They used the fork and spoon and ate on their own with little help from us. Yayay to that! When the waiter was serving on Mannu’s plate, like an adult she politely told him “That’s enough”. They asked for finger bowl after finishing food and reminded us that mouth freshener and toothpicks were not given.
Sunday morning, we were all lethargic. For breakfast we had some french toast. I finished off painting the M-seal pot and windchime. I didn’t have to cook lunch as previous day’s cooked dinner was staring at me from the fridge. In the evening we stepped out to buy some veggies and fish. I went to all possible cloth stores to check if they had white colour uniform shirt and none of the shops had it. Finally I went to my trusted tailor to check if she can stitch a coat if I brought white cloth. She was going out of station and the shop would be closed for next 5 days. Abbas was getting so pissed off with my craziness and said “Why don’t you chill out? It’s not some international pageant that your daughters are participating in. Let it be. It’s not a big deal if they can’t participate.” I countered – “They’ll feel bad when other kids come dressed up and they get to be the audience. We can try our best.” He taunted – “You will not change. Ya, let’s try. Let’s cover all cloth stores in bangalore and spend the night on this. It’s very very important to try.” Finally I gave up. But I’m thinking of some other ideas. Let’s see. I’ll get some workaround but will have Mantam participate! Wish me luck.
We had a simple dinner of Rice, Dal an Fish fry and went into snooze mode!
Leaving you with some pics: