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| That picture was taken a few years back when we were in Mumbai. The city is decked up for Diwali. |
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That’s Mumbai
Q is for the Quintessential workaholic
Yeah that’s the Husband.
One morning we went out for coffee/chocolate shake and The Husband got an official call..
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| Here he is at the call. |
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| Then he had an important message to send off. H got bored waiting for him to finish and wanted to pose with him.. but The Husband didn’t notice. |
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| then N had to have her turn and still The Husband didn’t notice |
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| Then H decided to have some fun |
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| By now both of them were enjoying themselves |
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| … and some more! |
That’s how focussed he is.
He payed a pretty heavy price for his work obsession, developing stress related diabetes. However over the last few months there have been some very positive changes. He has joined a gym and to the entire extended family’s complete disbelief he has kept at it for the past five months. He is at the gym six days a week, he has lost some weight, he is eating healthier and he keeps early nights.
Touchwood!
Five stress busters that work for us…
1. Spending real time with the kids. While they might be the greatest stress creators kids are also the best ever stress busters. The Husband enjoys squabbling with them. He has been putting them to bed more often and they spend ages chatting before they drop off asleep (While I get time to blog.. heh heh).
2. Rediscovering a hobby. Blogging works for me, gardening, crafting, listening to music might work for you.
3. Exercising. Walk, dance, hit the treadmill.. pick any. It works.
4. Meeting up with friends. While elaborate entertaining stresses us out a simple dinner or coffee with friends works just great.
5. Watching Television. Yeah I know TV is a much maligned medium and I’m no blind fan but sometimes sitting before it and watching a film or show and laughing together is just fun.
So what are yours?
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Whew Diwali..
So Diwali has gone. I have to admit it’s a bit of relief. Oh I like Diwali, in fact I like all festivals but they do turn your life upside down. There’s loads to do. You are overworked and the maids are overworked and are always in a hurry and more than a little cranky.
The kids are in the way.. Either they’re disconnected with the cleaning and decorating, which irks you no end or they want to do everything and that’s worse because you have to think up ways so they can help without doubling your work. The hapless souls got more than their share of yelling thanks to frayed nerves. Not that they seemed to mind. Egged on by friends they kept up a steady list of completely non priority demands.. May I have a pat pat gun? May we buy some Lotus flowers? Can we get home the PS 3? In fact when I took some time making the rangoli for the puja N asked if we cold postpone the puja to the next day and go down for the fireworks right away. Priorities!
When we did go down she discovered a sudden fear of fireworks. Last year she was the one going crazy setting off rockets and anars while H stood in a corner trying to pretend he wasn’t scared. Well this year he got over his fear and N developed cold feet to the extent of dropping the phuljhadi even before it was half done. I’ve no clue what has brought this on. Investigation is pending!
H on the other hand was all over the place, a phuljhadi in one hand and his dhoti in the other (despite repeated assurances I could not convince him that it wouldn’t fall off if he let it go).
The Husband probably puzzled and very annoyed by his star performer’s seemingly irrational fear, gave her a piece of his mind. By the time I reached down after wishing a few friends N had been home in search of me and when I ‘didn’t open the door’ had assumed I was ‘lost’ and was crying in one corner.
We had kept the menu simple. I did manage to make jimikand (or Yam). According to North Indian folklore if you don’t eat Yam on Diwali day you are reborn as a chhuchhundar (Wiki calls it the Asian House Shrew). And so I saved my family from an extremely smelly next life (Oh yeah they smell BAD). For the record the yam kebabs I tried (for the first time) turned out quite delectable.
So that was our Diwali!!
I might not agree with Scrooge but I can see where he was coming from.
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| Managed to get them to pray |
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| The hurried rangoli |
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| Loved these floating candles. The markets had such pretty stuff I wanted to bring it all home. |
Diwali is round the corner…
… and we’re busy busy busy.
Thanks to Shruti’s super idea our Diwali cards are all done.
Aren’t they gorgeous?
We’re onto the diya painting now. Will post the finished products soon.
P is for Pintsized wonders
Since my Pint sized Progeny came along there never has been a Peaceful moment. My life turned into a Potboiler. Our home has lost its Pristine state and is now in a constant state of Pandemonium.
That’s not to say I wasn’t Pleased when the gynaec Pulled them out. I’d no clue they’d Planned to come in a Pair. They were just Perfect. While N was Peppy and Perky H was doing Poorly. He took time to get well.
Since then N has remained Petite but H has grown into a Prodigiously Playful boy. But then she’s no Paragon either. She matches him Punch for Punch. They are constantly Pitted against each other yet turn Partners in crime.
Can you believe my Plight then? No longer am I the Placid woman of my youth. Had anyone Pointed out to me that life could be full of Precarious yet Precious moments, I would have thought them Presumptuous.
I get to Play Plenty of roles – a Policewoman, a Pacifist and a Peacemaker all rolled into one. Sometimes I also need to Pass out Punishments but the Pint sizes never hold it against me. Then there are moments of Pure Pleasure when they’ve been good and I get to hand out the Prizes.
I quite enjoy it all.
The Pertinent Point is that the Precocious Pint sizes are indeed a lot of fun. Besides they are my contribution to Posterity!
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