Obsessivemom

08/03/201315/04/2017

To celebrate or not

It’s Women’s Day today and it would have gone by without a post had the Husband not entered at 10 in the night bearing a cake. No I wasn’t surprised.. that’s too mild a reaction.

The kids were thrilled.. Naisha moreso because as the youngest lady in the house she had the privelege of cutting the cake.

Naisha stuffed the last bit of her food into her mouth and got ready to cut the cake.
That’s Hrit’s hand sneaking in for a lick!

Through the day I’ve been receiving messages from many of my ebullient friends wishing me for Women’s Day. Then there is the other bunch who said ‘What’s special about today??’ Every day is Women’s Day or ‘What’s the point in celebrating Women’s day when so many women across the country are not safe/are suffering?’

Well both have a point. However I’d rather go with the enthusiastic lot rather than the Scrooges. Yes March 8 will not change the state of Women across the country. However, instead of debating whether to celebrate, why not take the opportunity to be grateful for being one of the priveledged minority while pledging to do something for those others who are not? Of course you could have already done that yesterday or the day before that, or last week.. well then consider March 8 a reminder.

The same goes for other days.. Valentine’s day, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day. However, I do draw the line at Hug Day, Teddy Day, Kiss Day, Slap Day, Kick Day… hey I’m not making them up.. those really are ‘days’. But then that’s just me. If you feel like it.. go for it.. celebrate them all. Life’s a celebration after all.

MEanwhile here’s some cake for all my women friends with the hope that the coming years will get only better and have great things in store for all of us across the world. A very very happy and empowering Women’s Day to all of you.

07/03/201315/04/2017

Signs!

Thursday Challenge : “SIGNS” (Commercial, Traffic, Funny,…)

GET OUT YOUR TUX

The Boathouse Club, Nainital is the second oldest club in India and seems to have stuck to its ‘stiff upper lip’ policy.

WRITING ON THE WALL

This one is clicked by my wicked sister.. for me. Loosely translated.. it says

Fat disappears
FAT-GO
Slimming capsules and oil

Given my current gym/diet it doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all.

03/03/201315/04/2017

A ‘scarepigeon’

Some time back I was reading this post at momofrs’ and it so resonated with me I thought I must do one of my own on pigeons. Actually I too have nothing against these bird brained birds. I totally respect their freedom to fly where they want, sit where they want and poop where they want. What I do mind is that they do not respect the ‘Your freedom ends when my nose begins’ thing. An open window is enough invitation. Try to shoo them out and they panic crazily enough to make you panic too. They then lose all sense of direction, get totally lost and proceed to mess up your entire room.

What’s more they walk all over the balcony, hop into freshly watered pots, then leave messy footprints everywhere. They feed on your fast depleting Tulsi plant and denude it by carrying away twigs leaving one to stare at empty planters. A sad task for someone already cursed with a black thumb.

Then they go and lay eggs with abandon and if you as much as go near them while clearing up the balcony they never come back. Then you have to deal with the maid’s accusing glances for ages for having murdered those baby pigeons, which BTW are called ‘squabs’. Plus you have to deal with the ‘paap’ of having a wrecked a family and NO you do not get to share the blame with the squabs’ parents who are brave enough to come mess your balcony the very same day yet don’t spare a thought for their abandoned progeny. Nope they’re not responsible.. you are. Oh the unfairness of it all!!

Anyway, the other day I was complaining yet again and the kids decided to make a scarecrow…um.. ‘scarepigeon’.

Two sticks were sourced from the garden, tied
together and a paper face cut out

Hrit spared an old shirt and the man’s ready to
guard my Tulsi plant. BTW he’s holding a sword.
Dare you come now pigeons!!

Wierd as it looks it served it’s purpose… the pigeons are keeping their distance.

02/03/201315/04/2017

DIY castle

It was my niece’s birthday sometime back and Naisha wanted to ‘make’ a gift. After much thought we decided on a thermacol castle since the theme of the party was ‘Princess’. This is what it turned out as…

Here’s what we did…

I cut out a basic castle shape using a hot knife..my old trick. I nicked a shoulder of the castle but..
Naisha rationalised very pragmatically.. ‘It’s an old castle mama ..some of it has to be broken.’
And we were sorted 🙂

Naisha helped paint it pink. I tried to stick on the shoulder with no luck at all.

A little bit of detailing. The red ‘brickwork’ and the silver dabs.

Then we rolled some matching pink handmade paper to make towers

..this is what it looked like.

I wanted to add a princess somewhere but couldn’t quite figure out where. Rapunzel was ruled out.. we wanted no sad princess around on the happy day. Yes we are a little superstitious. With the birthday fast approaching we had to be satisfied with just this. What do you say?

Then we stuck/tied the bits together and we were done.

28/02/201315/04/2017

Red .. the colour of nostalgia

Thursday Challenge : “RED” (Things that are red/pink,…)

That’s a Malati tree in full bloom at our cousin’s Dehradun house/resort. The flowers come in

shades of red and pink and even white.

Wikipedia tells me it’s also known as Chinese honeysuckle, Rangoon Creeper, and Combretum indicum.

And there’s more

It’s called Quiscual in Spanish,

Niyog-niyogan in Filipino

Akar Dani in Malay and

Radha Manoharam in Telugu.

And the funny one…

The genus translates into Latin for What is that?

Never had I imagined this humble friend of my childhood had been to so many places. We used to have it in our angan when we were little. The creeper grew right up to the terrace. Some of my fondest memories include making flower chains that we’d wear as garlands and bangles 🙂 and watching the hordes of sparrows it sheltered.

So that is my ‘RED’ for the week.