All things bright and beautiful

Bright colours and beautiful smiles…. that sums up Rakshabandhan for us this year.
It started off with N getting to make her very first rangoli. She’d been nursing this ambition for months now and, scared of the mess, I’d been holding her back. Finally, I showed her the ropes and she did fine.
Not perfect but good for a first one
When H saw N in the midst of all that colourful mess he quit the television and set up a howl of “I NEVER get to do anything”. I set him to segregate coloured pebbles and we came up with this flower arrangement. He spent hours measuring out the flower stems till they were all the same length. He was a bit upset since flowers didn’t come in his favourite colours, blue and green and had to be mollified with a ‘pebble’ rakhi.

 

H hard at work

 

This is what it looked like

Then we decided to dress up a thermacol plate as the puja thali.

N at work

 

H takes over

 

.. and it’s done

Then of course everyone had to dress up even though we’d decided to have the Rakshabandhan in the evening since The Husband and the sis-in-law had full working days ahead. Do check out N’s hair :-).

Managed to get them to pose sensibly. It’s quite a task, I tell you

We then went shopping for their gifts. H wanted a kitchen set – he’s still in the “I want to be a chef” phase. However he wanted a “boy kitchen set”. On being explained that kitchen sets, like real kitchens, were not male or female he asked why then were they all pink. To which all I could say is that colours too weren’t male or female only to be looked at incredulously and dismissed as someone unaware of life’s realities. Finally we settled for a kitchen set and a football with joint ownership. Didn’t I tell you gifting, in our home, is tricky business?

By evening the house looked nice, the kids were washed and changed and the food was done. I went in to change and came back to find the house …… all pink. Apparently Naisha decided she’d had enough of the rangolis which had, by then, been stepped into many times over and had lost their charm. She poured water on it and the neighbour’s three year-old decided to play a pink Holi and walk all over the house.

Yes I threw a fit. Yes I chased the entire bunch out and set out to mop yet again.

Just as I’d finished and made myself a cup of calming tea, entered The Husband, like the police in Hindi films, right after all the action was over and done with. Even as I was still fuming he handed me a gift.. a gift for me on Rakshbandhan.. and I’m not even his sister! Yay! There’s really no better way to stem the fumes of a fuming woman than to hand her a gift.

The festive spirit was restored. The banished kids were called back and the neighbour’s kids asked to stay for dinner. The sis-in-law came. Everyone tied rakhis to everyone and there was more mithai than all of us could handle.

It’s Chhota Bheem all the way

We stuck with our mutual resolution of token gifts for kids – as in nothing elaborate or expensive or exclusive. Yet, they were thrilled. A big Thank You to the SIL for understanding and agreeing. Oh yes she got me something too. That’s right, it’s okay to bring on the elaborate, the expensive and the exclusive for adults.. heh heh heh.

The delinquents at dinner

Learnings
– A bunch of imperfect things can make up a perfect day.
– Over time, men can be trained to do most things.
– Leaving kids around colour/glitter is suicidal.
– The quickest way to clean dirty footmats is to turn them over.
– and for the nth time: Kids don’t need expensive stuff to make them happy.

Culmination day…

… at the kids’ school today and I made sure I grabbed the front row seats after I almost cried in frustration last session . Turned out this time there were just a handful of parents since each division was putting up a separate show.
Hrit’s class came on first followed by a verbatum action replay by Naisha’s. The kids surprised me with their confidence, specially Hrit, who wouldn’t even look his teacher in the eye till last year. He delivered his lines perfectly, to everyone’s applause. As for Naisha – a more cheery nurse there never was. Talking is her forte so no surprises there except she seemed to have overcome her stage fright completely this time. I came back a pretty happy mum.

That’s Hrit the carpenter sitting with his tools…
… and Naisha the nurse
In a collage of baby pictures I spotted Hrit (with some difficulty). He’s the smiley
one in the left bottom corner. All kids really do look the same.

Sar bada sardar ka

My grandma would often quote this saying ..
Sar bada sardar ka
pair bada ganwar ka
Which means “People with with large heads are intelligent (they’re sardars, leaders) and people with large feet are ignorant (ganwar, illiterates).

This year The Husband got the kids measured out for their uniforms and came back with this huge-looking school shoe for Hrit. Doubting Thomas that I am, I took Hrit and the shoes back to school, sure he’d got too big a size (No offence to The Husband). However, I came back with a new found respect for him and awe for The Son’s shoe size. Do look at that picture … my doubts weren’t totally unfounded, were they?

The blue ones are mine.. for reference

.. and he’s just 6. I’m hoping my grandma got it wrong.

A weekend resolution and some ice cream

The kids are in grade 1 and I feel they’re teenagers already — they barely have time. Hence my resolution for every weekend is to try out one craft activity with Naisha and one easy recipe with Hrit.

Here’s the craft for the week… ice cream cones out of egg cartons.

We made the cones out of handmade paper and reversed it for two different kinds of cones. Then we chopped off the tops to get an even circle at the top.

We cut out the cartons and painted them over for the ice cream scoops. Obviously we had bring out the glitter paints. Only we spilled some of the purple so we had a bit too much of shiny ‘black currant’ :-). “Thank God we don’t have to eat them,” said Naisha. Yes she’s not too fond of that flavour.

Then we stuck them onto the cones. Finally we added some pompoms for the cherry and we were done.

The kids are still fighting on which of their friends/teachers should get which ones. To Naisha’s immense annoyance Hrit chose the pink and the purple. So I suppose he achieved his purpose.  Despite much rona dhona the issue still needs to be settled.
With Hrit I’m pretty much at a loss. We ended up boiling water and making Maggi. Talk about starting from the basics :-). I’ve been searching all over the Net for some kid-friendly recipes with little success. Ideas, anyone?
 
Edited to add: Our ice cream cones won the craftsy challeneg. Yay!

Classic Remix

Look up Elizabeth – It’s makeover time

Now I know what cricketers mean when they say they’re ‘out of form’. Strange it is.. to not have the drive to do what you love and enjoy the most… for me it’s reading, blogging, exercising. No thrill in any of those these days. But more on that later.

What has brought me back here was an article I found in today’s papers. You can read it here…
http://www.indianexpress.com/news/fifty-shades-of-grey-effect-classics-get-raunchy-makeover/975710/

Apparently classics like ‘Pride and Prejudice’, ‘Jane Eyre’ and ‘Wuthering Heights’ are set to get a “steamy makeover”. Blasphemy or what??? Oh well once upon a time I did find them a bit restrained and staid. However, that’s part of the old world charm of the books, isn’t it?

An Elizabeth who finds Mr Darcy ‘hot’…. is not the Elizabeth I know.