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Happiness is..

….watching a gardener on the university grounds doing a jiggly dance as he goes about his days work.

…. and the silly smiles on all the faces that walked past him. (Ok, there were a couple of them who looked around alarmed as if they might be on Candid Camera. Nothing like the uptight Norwegian!)

Its really takes so little. So little to put a spin on what you do and make it fun, for yourself and others.

Made me want to run up to him, give him a big hug and say, “Today’s happiness! There you are!”

Yes, am a total muckhead like that.

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Tuesday Upper

Tuesdays are the worst.

You prep all Sunday for your Monday morning blues. You mentally visualise how miserable you’ll be at precisely 6.a.m. and pretty much for every hour after that till the level of caffeine in your blood has exceeded the level of misery in your being. You are so prepared for the shithole every Monday is. (The sole exception to this is the Monday Armaan arrived. Inspite of the fact that barbarous things were done to my person that day, that was a fantastic Monday. It was rock n’ roll, but that could be the morphine speaking.)

You lull yourself into believing that Tuesday will somehow be better. That you will feel better about the world, your workplace and life choices. You might have even seen a great show the night before that seduces you some.

Congratulations. The free T-shirt is yours.

S.U.C.K.E.R.

With this inevitable truth in mind, I plan my playlist the night before, to ensure a decent chance of getting out of bed, into the car ( for some regular environmental damage) and to the office in the manner of all wannabe-productive, wage-earning (harhar! if you are a government employee) individuals.

So, today I present the Song That Gets Me Out Of Bed. And honestly? It works better than a double espresso.

Thanks to YouTube being whipped by the record labels, there is no real video anymore. YouTube can host my neighbour’s porn, just not cool music. I’ll learn to live.

Enjoy the song! Shine like Ruby Tuesday today.

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The Years Are Short

Here’s one for the seriously dry-eyed.

The Days Are Long, But The Years Are Short

Now go. Love that Sunday and live it!

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Where is that camera anyway?

The toddler moves like a pint-size tornado across our living room, leaving it strewn with umm..interesting debris. Blinded by what he perceives to be his success, he ups the pace of his game only to lose his already precarious balance and go crashing into the sofa, flying curls and all.

He sits down with a thud, shell-shocked for a moment. His eyes brim with tears and his lower lip quivers dangerously. Before his sorrow is complete, the older brother (who is always watching) swoops down from his chair and gathers him up in his arms, murmuring in a gentle voice, “It’s okay. Your Ayya is here. You’re okay.”

He carries his little brother to his chair, seats him on his lap, and proceeds to kiss him roundly on both cheeks before nuzzling his curls.

“Fikk Armaan vondt? Did Armaan get hurt?” he enquires almost rhetorically, while continuing to cuddle him and rub his back. The toddler looks adoringly at his protector, his saviour, before throwing both his stubby little arms around his brother’s neck for a hug that takes the wind from his sails. “Amind, Amind,Ayya..” he murmurs stroking/pinching his brother’s cheeks and clenching his jaws as the affection overwhelms him. As he lays his head gently against his brothers chest, his tiny little body relaxes and his contentment is complete. If only for a New York minute.

Our boys. Our throat-lump worthy little ones. Loud and pushy one minute, inexplicably gentle and affectionate the next.

In another couple of minutes, they will be back to pulling hair and pushing each other around. But for now I can echo Maria, who sang so soulfully to Colonel Von Trapp:

“Nothing comes from nothing

Nothing ever could.

So somewhere in my youth or childhood,

I must have done something good.”

In the absence of pictorial evidence of aforementioned moment, I offer you some Sibling Lauw ( you have to be from Kerala, or know keralites well, to get that!)

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Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

…even when they are sleep-deprived Mums and working women to boot. I am stone cold sober tonight, but high as a kite. Yup, very oxymoronic of me, but there you have it.

Our Yummy Mummy  – And Just Plain Yummy” group had its monthly get-together tonight. I lurrrve this bunch of women and hanging out with them never disappoints. Some of us are mothers, some of us aren’t. We are lawyers, journalists, bureaucrats and engineers. Our lives on any given day are incredibly different. We have strong views on everything from the coming elections to the nutritional benefits of cod liver oil. And Dear Lord, can we ever crack open the wine, mix margaritas and paarrttaay!

The Mad Momma recently did an interesting post recently based on an interview she read featuring Julianna Moore, where the lovely Ms. Moore states that motherhood doesn’t wipe out the person you are.

It doesn’t have to Julianna, but it can. It can wipe you as you know yourself out for a while. Try not sleeping well for two years and anyone can be a lesser shadow of themselves. For me, the first year of being home with a baby, getting to know the baby and caring adequately for it while staying whole was an exhausting process. There were details, routines and schedules and I stopped caring about things that weren’t relevant to the task at hand. Eating, showering, sleeping, socialising, smelling nice, dressing in something other than saggy-arse jeans – everything got moved to the back-burner as I went about like a horse in blinkers. Loving my child so much it almost hurt, loving being a mother, but often at odds with myself and inexplicably miserable in my own new skin at times.

And then the girls came along. They firmly took off  ’em blinkers, stuck a glass of wine in my hand, fed me scrumptious food and laughed themselves silly over their lives, their loves and their ways. They were irreverent, snarky and rolling-in-the-aisles-funny. They were secure enough to call a spade a bloody shovel and wham!

I was back.

When we meet, its so not about motherhood. Some of us are mothers and sure, it has changed us, but it is far from the only thing that defines us. Even if it is the one factor that most influences our choices in life, its bloody fantastic to have that night with the girls when you can forget that. When you are one-on-one with the world and your primary tag isn’t Mum. These evenings are about what I think, not what I think as a mother. I don’t know about you, but for me there is a difference.

Moore says in her interview that she finds it incredibly reductive when people ask her how something affects her as a mother. I can understand that. I am a mother of two, but I am capable of seeing the world through non-mother lenses. While being a mother has made me see very many issues and situations differently and often, more emotionally, would I necessarily feel differently about Robert Mugabe if I wasn’t a mother? No. How I feel about the Indian elections, French immigration policy or Jimmy Choo shoes for that matter is totally unaffected by motherhood. Its my informed opinion and squeezing two kids through my hoo-haa ain’t got squat to do with it.

Did I really spend all these years developing confidence and and a sense of self to allow myself to be projected as a cardboard cutout Mum figure?  Sure, I care about the world I will be bequeathing my children, but I would care about future generations even without a child to call my own. If I was single and childless, I would incredibly pissed off right about now at being considered less moral and more selfish – like I have no reason to get all fired up about investing in a better future for mankind.

So, here’s my gyaan for the day. Find and keep great friends.

Friends “who love the YOU, you love” (quote from SATC). Friends who open their homes, minds and hearts and give you a wide and non-judgemental berth. Who make wicked soup and know their way around their mojitos and caiparinhas. Who are game for an impromptu car ride at 2 a.m. along a coastal route, blasting music that makes you feel 23 again, 19 again:-). Just a different dimension to feeling vibrantly alive.

I leave you with the two songs that topped our charts tonight. Cheesy, but  at 120 km/hr on a motorway, they rock your world!

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I’m Baaack!

O, dear readers. Here I am again post Yuletide 2008. Post New Year 2009. Working my ass off , yet loving my bureaucratic life.

Now ask me about Christmas. And watch me curl up on your sofa in feline bliss, breaking into purrs of sheer gooey, chocolate-y contentment. I don’t know that I have the words to tell you how vacation perfection looks, tastes and smells.

How do you explain every fibre of your being tuning into a perfect hmmmmm?

Instead of wasting my time, let me offer you, my dear readers, pictures instead. Happy New Year!

A and Santa

A and Santa


Best Buddies sleeping hand in hand

Best Buddies sleeping hand in hand


Indian tree decoration

Indian tree decoration


The fat angel I adore!

The fat angel I adore!


the little santa decoration was made by Arvind. It got our vote.

the little santa decoration was made by Arvind. It got our vote.


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Gingerbread Christmas tree:-)


Christmas without the Little Prince? I don't think so.

Christmas without the Little Prince? I don't think so.


Armaan's favouritest things - his "shoe-sha". I fancy them too.

Armaan's favouritest things - his "shoe-sha". I fancy them too.


Table decoration

Table decoration


Prepped for Xmas dinner - or Julaften

Prepped for Xmas dinner - or Julaften


Awesome threesome. The fourth was busy shovelling his food!

Awesome threesome. The fourth was busy shovelling his food!


Daddy Cool obviously

Daddy Cool obviously


Mush is us

Mush is us


(sigh) A normal picture is well nigh impossible

(sigh) A normal picture is well nigh impossible


Daddy-is-a-danglin'-us-upside-down

Daddy-is-a-danglin'-us-upside-down


Guess who loves his present? Our little bookworm

Guess who loves his present? Our little bookworm


Homemade Xmas decorations. Yes - cookies hanging in the window

Homemade Xmas decorations. Yes - cookies hanging in the window


A and Kris. Check out the mirrory ocean behind them!

A and Kris. Check out the mirrory ocean behind them!


Chocoholic

Chocoholic


Oh the love, I tell ya!

Oh the love, I tell ya!


I can already see these two in 20 years sittng in a cafe and having a giggle!

I can already see these two in 20 years sittng in a cafe and having a giggle!


Sisters-in-law in arms

Sisters-in-law in arms


Shiny Happy Curlytop

Shiny Happy Curlytop


Li'l Oliver Twist sups on crumbs by the grimy fireplace

Li'l Oliver Twist sups on crumbs by the grimy fireplace


Loved

Loved


Somebody stop him from growing up

Somebody stop him from growing up


Cousins huddled over DS during bonfire

Cousins huddled over DS during bonfire

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