Tulika, Author at Obsessivemom

10/07/201015/04/2017

Word Maze

The other day when we came back from the playground Hrit crashed on the sofa and said, “Mama I’m sausted.” It took me a while to figure this one out.
It’s funny how kids modify words to suit their tongues. Naisha, for one, never really baby-talked. She had a clear diction almost since she started talking. Hrit made up by giving us baby talk enough for both of them. What’s interesting is that he listens well and picks up unlikely words and then uses them wherever he feels fit.
Once during a severe dressing down session he said contritely, “Mama I’m excellent sorry.” I almost laughed out. Hrit has outgrown it but I can’t stop using it now… ‘Excellent sorry’ seems somehow sorrier than ‘very sorry’.
One thing however is common with both and persists even now after they’ve turned four — they drop the first letter of any word which they find tough to pronounce. So Hrit wears his ‘jama when he goes to bed and points out Naisha’s ‘trocious behaviour, his favourite toy Sher Khan the tiger has ‘tripes, Naisha ‘members things and of course Hrit gets ‘sausted.

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While on words and languages.. It’s quite a struggle to get them to figure out Hindi and English versions of words…. and then there are synonyms to make life tougher. They often can’t figure out which is Hindi for a word and which is merely a synonym in English. Once during a story we came across the word ‘furious’. I said it means the same as angry.. Naisha was quick to clarify.. “Angry in English, furious in Hindi.” What do multilingual people do?

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05/07/201015/04/2017

Love hurts

I love you so much it hurts.. said a corny line from the Salman Khan classic MPK … However it seemed unusually apt for me.

Yes I am in love ….. with a slim me. And boy does it hurt. Back home from my first day at the gym, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.. everything hurt. Love sure hurts.

As I stand on the weighing scales at 70+ kgs the slim me is an ephemeral dream. It is the pursuit of this love that led me to the gym. This love has led me to the most legendary fights of all times — the battle with the bulge. There has been no truce for thirty years. It is a challenge neither of us is ready to give up. It was a fair fight and despite a few lows I remained the winner for a good many years.. till my twins happened. The enemy finding my attention diverted attacked with full force.

By the time the kids turned four and I took cognizance of the situation the enemy stood waving its victory flag all over me. Not one to accept defeat easily, I took charge. Off I went to the gym once more.

I took on aerobics six times a week. I loved the music and thought I’d have fun. My mistake. Ten minutes into the session and I was spent. I stopped mid session and stood panting by the stepper thinking I’d drop if I took another step. But the demon instructor made me get back on. On I went driven by will power alone groaning and cursing.

There were days of kickboxing, which I thought I would enjoy till the instructor told me to do 60 kicks in a row followed by sixty punches…. My shoulders protested and my thigh muscles almost gave up but on I went.

Then there were the Fridays.. bhangra days. I must mention here that I NEVER dance. Not even the casual dance one does at weddings or parties.. I am the kind that stands around and claps. When really moved by the music or the occasion I might sway a bit but that’s as far as I’d go.

The other girls were of course thrilled.. the men quietly backed out. So what does a girl non dancer do?? Not dance? Wrong.. a girl non dancer desperate to get slim.. dances, or tries to. Fridays saw a resolute me boogeying to bhangra beats. I thought that was as far as I was willing to go for the love of the slim me. However, there was more.
In a bid to make our workouts ‘interesting’ the instructors introduced Salsa every Monday. Slasa and me??? My friends laughed at the mere idea … but did I back out? No. On I went. “One two three.. five six seven.. right left right…right left right… move your waist,” exhorted the trainer. I struggled to move my feet, my waist and my hands in time to the music holding on to an imaginary partner. Once I lost my self-consciousness it wasn’t so bad. I began to have fun. And the icing on the cake – it wasn’t hard work like the bhangra.

After a well-rested Sunday I entered the gym thinking of a cool Salsa session. But love’s way is never simple. For that special ‘zing’ the gym decided to bring in hip hop. Hip hop I thought??? My mind went blank. Now that was one dance form I didn’t even like watching. But where was the choice?

Shahid’s song boomed out — Aaja aaja dil nichoden…..Dhan tanan.. I thought I would die before I’d try those jerks. But I didn’t. The instructor came on … one, two, three jerk.. one, two, three jerk.. play an imaginary guitar… now jump as high as you can…. And on he went.

Half a dozen girls shook, moved, jiggled and jogged and surprise surprise.. so did I. By the second week there I was, right in front, all of my forty years and 70 kgs trying to keep pace. No I never really enjoyed the locking and the popping and I never had the heart to even glance at the mirror at my ridiculous self. However I must admit to the thrill of having done it all….or maybe I speak too soon. I’ve moved and am looking out for a gym. Wonder what this one will make me do.

PS: I did lose weight too and am back on an even footing.. well on my way to defeating the enemy. The ‘completely slim me’ dream though is still a dream.

05/07/201015/04/2017

Motherhood ironies

This is in response to Rohini’s tag.

One from the good old days…
Your little one has been singing a rhyme all day till you’re driven up the wall. She’s sung it for the neighbour, the maid, the guard … everyone. Then your husband comes home. You ask her to sing it for papa and ….. silence….

And when they’re older…
Your son/daughter who is unable to play for a minute with his/her sibling without a squabble gets a comment ‘good team player’ at school.

02/07/201015/04/2017

Hello homework

After four years of being a ‘nice mama’, ‘pretty mama’ and sometimes even ‘beautiful like Cinderella’ (when Naisha’s in an exceptionally good mood) I finally turned into a ‘witch’, quote unquote Hrit. Then he went on to add my name should be changed from Tulika Singh to Monster Singh. What, was it, you might ask, that turned nice mama into a witch – it’s that dreaded HOMEWORK.

Last weekend the twins came home with their very first load. I was actually quite excited. I had these fanciful notions of peacefully sitting down with Hrit on one side and Naisha on the other while I guided them through it all with a gentle hand (hah).

They sat down happily enough to make those standing and sleeping lines. Naisha said she wanted to stretch first, I was okay.. then she said she wanted to scratch herself, I was fine with that too. Then she deigned to make just one line and said she was tired and sleepy. I held onto my patience with both hands and told her to go rest while I turned to Hrit, who meanwhile was concentrating hard on a single standing line that started from the top of the page and reached the bottom. I erased it and told him to start again. He didn’t take too kindly to that. However with constant coaxing and he went on to make some lines.

I thought I’d cajole Naisha back from the bedroom but I was followed by Hrit and the two then refused to get back. That’s when my patience snapped and I turned into a ‘witch’. Sigh!!

Writing IS tough. Either they’re not holding the pencil properly or they’re reclining on the table or they keep their book at a weird angle. However I can only sympathise. Oh and there’s one more thing I need to do – apologise to Hrit.. sorry baby no more screaming from next time. I know how tough it is for both of you.

This weekend saw a wiser, better prepared me.. no screaming.. oh well.. very little screaming. Thankfully there were no sleeping standing lines to be done. And they did manage to have fun.

01/07/201015/04/2017

Chewing gum anyone?

It’s crazy how many things one needs to teach the kids. Yesterday in the playground a child offered Hrit Naisha some chewing gum. Now my bechara bachchas have no concept of what chewing gum is all about. And before Hrit could swallow it up and create an emergency I ran to warn him. They were both just not convinced about a sweet that couldn’t be swallowed. Naisha being the relatively obedient one (other than when it comes to eating dirt) spat it out immediately. Hrit needed plenty of convincing.. Why can’t I eat it? Sweets are meant to be eaten, aren’t they? What will happen if I eat it up?.. Whew.. one can’t even relax when they’re in the playground.