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05/07/201115/04/2017

Belly confusing…

Really, no film has had me as confused as Delhi Belly. No I haven’t watched it yet.. I’m the DVD audience. The only films we watch in the theatre are the Kungfu Panda kinds. Besides, by the time the DVD is out I know for sure whether I really want to watch the film. You see as a SAHM (to twins) and a woman with scores of varied interests time is a precious commodity. But DB has me stumped.. should I shouldn’t I.

First my parents watched it (They were pretty excited because someone we knew was part of the film). They came back shaken, shocked by the language and the ‘toilet humour’. Generation gap, thought I. But then my sis-in-law, a die-hard movie buff, watched it and she came back disgusted too. Her mother tongue is Telugu so she couldn’t get half the abuses but still disliked it so much she has sworn off entering a theatre… ever. A total non romantic she says, “Even K Jo is better.. at least you know what to expect.”

Then there are ToI and Mirror who can’t stop raving about it (4.5 stars, pathbreaking, cult film etc etc etc). In fact most reviews are calling it a must watch. FB is full of people going ga ga over it… yet none of my friends seem really impressed.

I was reading the Shobha De’s review yesterday and even she doesn’t seem to be able to make up her mind. She trashes the ‘toilet humour’ (TH) but says: ‘DB’ is a lot of fun when it isn’t filthy. Then she adds it’s “cute, smart and peppy”… despite the TH or because of it??

Meanwhile all those who’ve watched it.. drop a line.. And AK get out the DVD soon.

30/06/201115/04/2017

Ripples in the sky

This week’s theme for the Thursday Challenge :

Have been struggling all day with blogger. It just wouldn’t let me log in. Finally got through on The Husband’s laptop. Whew!

29/06/201101/08/2017

Rainbows on the ground

It was the morning rush hour. I was hurrying down to the gate where we wait for the school bus. I was trying to hang on to the mobile phone, the house keys, two bags (which the kids begged me to carry since they wanted to race to the gate) and two sweaters (which they refused to wear). All the while I have to have one eye out for incoming vehicles, another one at the gate looking out for the bus and at least two more to keep track of the kids as they race through their preferred short cuts … no wonder I was feeling light headed. It’s at times like this that I envy the Gods with their multiple arms and Mad Eye Moody for his eye. Anyway .. I digress.In the middle of all this chaos “BHAI! RAINBOW” yelled N. I got just as excited as the kids (rainbows do that to me) and looked up at the dull grey sky but all I saw was a thick mass of black clouds. I looked back at N. She was jumping excitedly and counting.. “…. four, five, six rainbows. Mama look so many rainbows”.

“But how come they’re on the ground?” wondered the son.. “Maybe it’s a shadow of a real rainbow,” he reasoned squinting up only to find nothing. He then looked around wondering aloud, “Where did they come from?”

“I think it’s just magic,” said the daughter, eyes shining.

Feeling like a bit of a spoilsport I told them about oil spilling on wet ground and breaking up into colours.

I’m still wondering if I did right in taking away the magic from those rainbows.

27/06/201115/04/2017

A summer project

Hrit Naisha are hugely into story-telling. They have been making up stories since when they were a little above two.. from simple tales to long winding complicated ones. Most children do that, I think. Naisha’s are full of prince and princesses and evil witches while Hrit sticks with aliens and monsters and scary/friendly wild animals.

We decided to turn one story of each of them into an illustrated book. What fun it turned out to be.

The stories were entirely their own… including the characters’ names! I wont tire you with the stories but they were very much in character with both of them.

I typed and printed them out and the kids stuck them on with the relevant pictures on sheets of paper. Finally I stapled the sheets together to make a ‘story book’. Pretty simple.

Hrit wanted to star in his book as the protagonist. He manfully sat through my amateur efforts at the ‘photo shoot’ after which I printed out the pictures. That was easy. Naisha decided to illustrate her books herself. It took me weeks to get her to make all of them. How many times do I have to make the prince? She’d ask. She did a pretty decent job in the end. The pictures were a bit crooked and the sticking a tad sloppy but the kids were thrilled.

Check out some pages from their books.

Hrit’s story first …