Happiness math

Saturday happiness is..

1. Kadhi, rice and baingan bharta for lunch.
2. A walk down MG Road on Saturday evening.
3. Colourful shoelaces for my purple shoes.
4. Balloons for the kids.
5. The gaming zone at the mall.
6. New waterbottles.
7. New swimsuits.
8. Dosas and watermelon juice for dinner with Naisha smacking everyone who passed by our table with the balloon and Hrit slurping up the watermelon juice with total relish.

On Sunday…

1. An hour and a half splashing about in the society pool in new swimsuits.
2. Ice candies for dessert.
3. Bracelets of ‘leftover’ balloons.
…and the downers…
1. Loads and loads of homework (Why why why now, when the session is winding up???)
But that’s it.. that’s the only one.

8+3-1= 10 happy things make for a very happy weekend. 🙂
 
PS: Query from Hrit: Why is watermelon called watermelon? It should be called juicemelon because it is full of juice not water.

Chhapad phad ke…

…confusion in life. Some time back I’d written I was off down South as The Husband had found a new job. I won’t say I wasn’t dreading it but since we got married I’ve got used to dropping my job, packing up and walking off (not always uncomplainingly, but walking off nonetheless) with him like a loyal wife. Most of the shuttling has, however been between Pune and Bombay. This is how it went.. Bombay-Pune-Bhopal-Pune-Bombay-Pune. The South thing was therefore scary but I was sure I’d settle in over time.

The Husband has duly resigned and just as I was warming up to the idea (I do have lots of friends in Chennai) and convincing the kids it would be a great move (sea, sea, sea) on came more job possibilities.. chhappad phad ke…and now there are three cities other than Pune in the running.

And in the middle of all the possibilities lies my annual trip to Lucknow.. the high point of my summer.

So guys we might be moving but we don’t know where. Maybe The Husband will consider auctioning himself off.

A walk in the mountains

Thursday Challenge : “GREEN” (Plants, Cloths, Cars, Toys, Houses,…)




Mukteshwar

 We clicked these pictures during a vacation to Mukteshwar, Nainital last June. That was one of the most peaceful vacations we had…. no crowd, no mandatory horse rides, no boats on the lake, no stress of visiting sunset/sunrise points, nothing… an agendaless vacation.

All we did was read books, chatted, lazed around, ……..

Big cousin Varun takes over the hammock

made bouquets of wild flowers and watched the apples growing on trees, ….

The not quite ripe apples
took long walks in the green mountains and when we couldn’t walk anymore some of us got free rides….

Hrit gets a ride with big brother
… while the rest of us called for the driver.

No accounting for taste

On our way back from Gir we’d stopped at Rajkot for a day of shopping. While I was busy picking up stuff for the woman population of the family N, round eyed, browsed the Chaniya Cholis.
I have very little to say about her taste in clothes. She can be trusted to pick out the most garish, loud, jhingjhang pieces of the lot. So lost was I in those gorgeous bandhanis that I completely forgot to distract her and she set her heart on one frothy creation. Before I could expressly forbid the buy, she turned to The Husband who she has safely wrapped around her little finger.
And so we came home with the most dazzling of outfits. I was only grateful for the choice of colour.. predictably pink.. a nice pink I might add.
As Holi approached she remembered… “Mama”, she said cuddling up to me, “you said I could wear Chaniya Cholis for pujas and fastabals (festivals). Holi is a fastabal, isn’ it? So may I wear my new one?” Notice the use of ‘May I’ dear friends. Couple that with the most winning smile and of course the fool proof argument. Did I have a choice?
Come evening and we were off on our ‘Happy Holi’ visits. She was of course beyond happiness. Like always we spent some hours deciding how she should drape the dupatta and she finally decided she’d carry it on her hand.

 

That’s how she decided to carry her dupatta

 

Gosh these brothers…

 

…  just won’t let one pose in peace!

As we were standing on the road along came a mother, a total stranger, on a two wheeler. She stopped by me and said, “I’ve been looking for a dress like that for my daughter. Where did you get it from?” I was stumped. Unbelievably enough there really are people who appreciate N’s taste in clothes. Had she been older I’d have certainly got a ‘I told you so’ look from her. For now she preened till she popped.

Oh for a peek!

Hey Q .. I need you to design a special gadget for me. This one will be tougher than anything you ever designed for the Bond man. I need one that would let me look inside the heads of my children. Who ever said children were simple and uncomplicated never did have children. Mine are just getting set to be five and already there are times I feel out of depth. I wish I understood them better……….

Pic courtesy Google pics

Bad night!
I started writing this post after a bad night a few days back when Hrit cried at hourly intervals till the wee hours. He was thrashing around restlessly and talking in his sleep but I couldn’t make out what he was saying. All I could make out was Naisha’s name. After he fell asleep I kept wondering…. What is going on in his mind? Is he having nightmares? What is bringing on these nightmares? I wished I knew. Earlier in the evening one of the older kids gave out a ‘ghost’ scare in a dark corner near the building lift. Naisha was incredibly cool about the whole thing but Hrit’s reaction was way too extreme. He panicked. He insisted we collect Naisha and go home immediately. Nothing I said made him feel better and he spent the rest of the evening sitting with me on the bench. I wondered whether that had come back to ‘haunt’ him.

.. and then the Open House
Then we went for their Open House on Saturday and the need for that device has suddenly become much greater. Naisha’s teacher had a revelation for me. Said she, “The other day I drew a sad face and Naisha made a sentence.. “When mama gets sweets of my brother’s choice that’s how I feel.” She went on to suggest that maybe Naisha was getting less than her share of attention. That was my ‘O My God’ moment.

Am I being fair?
Since the kids were born I was paranoid about not distributing my attention equally between them. Being on my own didn’t make it easy .. I hated handing over one child to the maid during meal and sleep times. When they were babies Hrit was the sick one and obviously I spent more time with him. Yet I was very conscious of it and made sure I spent time with Naisha too. As they grew up and Hrit’s wheezing became less frequent things became better. It’s been a long time now since I gave this issue a thought and now this.

To begin with the ‘sweet’ thing is just not true. However I am trying to look beyond the statement.

  • Hrit remains to be more clingy of the two and still hangs around me. Naisha on the other hand is more gregarious and is often playing with friends while Hrit is at home. When I go to the market it’s Hrit who wants to tag along while Naisha chooses to stay with her friends. Hey come to think of it… it is I who should be complaining of not getting enough of her attention!
  • There ARE a lot of things I do with Naisha only.. crafts, drawing, painting.. Hrit makes an obligatory presence but she’s the one really interested.
So I’m not completely convinced. Yet I do understand that I might lack perspective when it comes to the kids because I’m so deeply involved with them. Certain issues might be more clearly visible to an observant and concerned outsider. I give the teacher’s observation credit. I do realize that…

  • Naisha loves being the centre of attention and needs more attention than most kids not just from me but from everyone. She loves being ‘special’.
  • Also, I have to admit that Naisha is an easy child to take for granted. If both of them are clamouring for my attention, she is the one to say “okay mama you can listen to Hrit bhai first.” And I accept that. Was that unfair? Yes, now I think so. Maybe she was giving in only for my approval (oh yes she does a lot of things to prove herself a ‘good girl’) but wasn’t really happy doing it. Sigh! Well… no more taking her for granted, ever.

Am I reading too much in a simple incident? Maybe, but it’s better this way.

Q, do you see now how desperately I need that device?

This is just the beginning. It’s going to get worse as they grow older and get better at hiding their thoughts and feelings. How will I figure them out then? Will I know how to help them? Is there really something like a ‘mother’s’ intuition which will come to my rescue? Do I have it at all? You see Mr Q how easy you can make my life if you help me out here?

Meanwhile, in case Mr Q fails me, Hrit Naisha, here’s a request — Keep us in the loop please. Even though we might seem like antiquated fuddy duddies we will try really hard to understand you. If you feel we’re messing up, losing touch, being unfair …. let us know. Like this time I promise to give your thoughts, feelings and beliefs as much importance as my own.