When a child is born, so is a mother... A working mother's growing up years with her two children.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Not so fresh
Chocolates were offered at slightly discounted rates; I didnt have the time to check out the bread and other stuff. One advantage was that they accepted credit cards unlike my regular veg shop.
I dont think I want to go there again (I have very strong likes and dislikes, at times).
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Shopping stampede
Well, the whole of this week I have been making shopping expeditions to TNagar, the city's shopping hub. Three of those visits have been to get a badly done tailoring job rectified. I need to make one more trip to the tailor. God help him if he doesnt get it right this time!
Shopping in TNagar is no fun these days - one has to jostle one's way through the half-million-strong crowd in the shops and on the streets. Why does half of Chennai's population have to be there on a day I decide to shop, I dont understand. Apparently it is the season of weddings; the school vacation is another reason for whole families to throng the shops.
Saravana's provides the worst shopping experience and I zealously avoid it. If you manage to meander your way in, you are greeted by menacing-looking men who grab your hand baggage, seal it in a plastic bag and give it back to you - your expedition round the shop is handicapped by this pile dangling on your forefinger. But they sell really cheap - though one has to be prepared for duplicate stuff (like a St. Ive's Apricot Scrub V once got from there for Rs. 50 as against the original stuff for Rs. 250) and as a result it is the favorite shopping destination of the lesser haves and the stingier haves. And if you do manage to find what you are looking for, the queue at the cash counter is enough to make you dump them back in their respective shelves/cases. You retrieve your hand baggage with the help of the salesmen at the entrance and make a dash for the next shop.
Pothy's is more fun, at least gastronomically. There is an array of refreshments coming your way as you shop - buttermilk, rava kesri, chakkarapongal etc. etc. I suspect people come there mainly to hog than to buy. The prices are slightly high, which is what compensates the refreshments I guess.
But my favorites are Kumaran Silks and Old Nalli, which provide value for money and no gimmicks - no sales, no discounts, no sweets...
Time for my next shopping expedition, see ya.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Not so rosy
Monday, April 23, 2007
Moms and cartoons
I am learning not to dislike Cartoon Network. Ash is getting addicted to Tom and Jerry and Popeye, and watches them without batting an eyelid for hours and hours. In fact, he resents the advertisements in between and entreats V to stop them. And once upon a time, he watched only the ads. He even likes movie songs, but not too crazy about them.
He calls the remote umpapa and sometimes remothe.
The cartoon network programmes can have some positive impact on children. V's cousin's kid ate spinach hoping that she could be strong like Popeye.
Mira is yet to catch the Cartoon fever. The maid is sore, because she cant watch her favorite Malayalam soaps.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Sleeping Beauty
4.30 p.m.: Had a short nap between work, and I am feeling slightly better.
5 pm. Sleepwalking back to work.
Beauty and the tree
India's supposedly most beautiful woman Aishwarya Rai married a tree before she married Abhishek Bachchan yesterday! Better than a donkey anyway.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Blog nauseum
Speaking of oranges, I must add that we are not able to control Ash's food habits. Citric fruits, seafood, and eggs are taboo for him while wheat products, milk and sugar have to be taken in limited doses. The problem is that Ash suffers from infantile eczema and any taboo food aggravates his allergy (itching).
Ash's condition has got pretty bad of late, especially at night. The poor boy doesnt complain but nowadays tells us where to apply the ointment/lotion/cream - Oilatum, Eumosone, Atogla etc etc. He bathes in a basin of water that has a few drops of emollient instead of a soap.
The rashes began two months after his birth and the dermatologist, who diagnosed it as atopic/seborrhic dermatitis, said it would disappear by the time Ash turned 3 years old. IT hasnt. I am told the symptoms lessen with age, I hope it does. Two of our friends' kids also suffer from it, and I am told it afflicts boys more than girls.
I ask the doctor what causes it and he says, Nobody knows. I guess it is a legacy of our new lifestyles, environmental pollutions and some such... Dry skin and some skin ailments run in my side of the family but then nothing so acute. The older generation is just not able to understand it and says it is the treatment that I took - all the extra-precautionary medicines and injections and scans durin the ante-natal checkup at MMM - that has caused it. I keep quiet because I have no better explanation to give.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Mad, bad world
My former landlady's daughter was married to a guy with a split personality. And he, a junior of mine from college, seemed cordial and regular though a bit moody at times. But then most of us are moody.
Well, the poor girl couldnt take the abuse - physical and mental and verbal - for very long and was forced to seek a divorce on her parents' and counsellor's advice. The chap pretended he was the wounded party and that he couldnt live without her and their lil boy. But when he learnt that they wouldnt press for a return of the dowry he/his parents had taken, he let her go. And she found a good job and a good husband a few years later.
My maid is on medication reportedly for a liver disease. But one look at the the prescription and the pharmacist says they are all anti-depressants, to prevent a nervous breakdown and that she has probably been to a de-addiction centre. In India/Kerala, where women rarely drink, especially those from the middle classes, it seems an aberration. I dont know what to think. But we have not had any trouble with her so far, so we will just let it pass. Anyway she wont be with us for long - she is only a stop-gap arrangement till I find a good, more permanent help. For one, she doesn't need to work as she is comfortably off and secondly, her health doesnt permit her to work for more than 3 months at such a rigorous pace - looking after two mischievous pre-schoolers some 15 hours a day can be killing.
Tail piece:
Maid, to V: So we live in the heart of Chennai?
V: Not exactly. We are somewhere near the liver.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Faux pas
There was this acquaintance I met in the err... powder room and I thought she be the right person to give me and advice about good schools. She lived in a nearby locality and she was married and a good cook, I heard.
I wondered if I should first ask her if she had children but decided against it. So I casually asked her: "So where are your kids studying?"
And she said: "But I dont have children."
"And I dont know much about schools."
I guess one cant just assume that all married Indians will have a brood at home. Times have changed and many opt not to have kids, especially eccentric journalists. Fertility problems are on the rise too.
p.s. Our school quest today revealed a new montessori school called Vatsalya (meaning affection/love - the kind you feel towards children).
Not a great post but it is time to pack my bag and go home. Tata
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Miriam-Ashwin's dictionary
1. Cha-chi-cha = chocolate (once upon a time, chachicha meant everything edible, now he has refined it to chocolate)
2. Mumma= water
3. ant = pant(s)
4. Venthaa = Dont want (food, that is)
5. I = icecream
6. Kipp = clip
The other words include milk and computer. His favorites though are Uppappa (uncle), Appacha, Ammichi (which he expatiates with a "kokakooo" to denote his granny's hens) and Appi.
And he can recite Psalm 121 in Malayalam!
Miriam has learnt much of Ash's vocabulary and also the nursery rhyme 'Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star' from him.
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Happy Vishu
A new supposedly Montessori school called Blooming Buds is opening up two blocks from my place. I went and had a peek during the inaugural function yesterday evening. The director seemed a little irritated to have to leave the side of his VIP guests (he had called an IAS officer to cut the ribbon) and the post-inaugural high tea that was going on. I casually mentioned the name of my organisation and it helped a bit - he was more attentive and respectful. (The name does wonders though I feel a bit embarassed to cite it for personal gratification.)
No, he hadnt set the fee structure or the admission process. He would let me know in early May about the selection process and classes would start in June only. He is yet to even recruit teachers. I guess he found this nice house lying vacant and decided to renovate and do some business. And what better business than schools in India? And anything by the name of Montessori sells these days.
Only, our watchman wanted to know if montessori meant a school for mentally retarded children! He said he saw many such kids being taken for the function.
I hope they dont plan to nurture Blooming Idiots in the end.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Many happy returns
P for procrastination
Ash gets so engrossed in whatever he is doing that he procrastinates the urge to pee until he can hold it no longer. This behaviour has got worse in recent months.
One positive thing I can say is that my 3-year-old has learned to control his bowel/bladder movements. He has even learnt night-time control, with the result that he wakes us up in the night sometimes to take him to the loo.
The moment he feels a s**t coming, he shouts: "Apeeeee" and pulls his shorts more firmly up his anus. He loves sitting on his potty seat over the closet, and doesnt let us wash him until a good 10 minutes - which he spends spraying the entire bathroom using the faucet.
Ash never really used the elementary potty seat much, unlike Mira. As for Mira she is showing less inclination to use the potty these days. She is getting too naughty, much worse than Ash.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Silence of the ...Ewe
It also made me marvel at the enormous sea of blogs that exist on the net. And I'm a Spiderwoman trying to catch a good blog on the web.
The lambs at home, meanwhile are not silent - they are at their most boisterous and destructive best. I have just resigned myself to seeing my house in a mess and the stuff around broken. Yesterday Ash broke Mira's feeding bowl by aiming a tea strainer at it. Both kids seem to have lousy temper tantrums.
I am going a-shopping. I practise the art of shopping without a penny in my pocket - thanks to my credit card.
Monday, April 09, 2007
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Holy Christ!
The mass and the ensuing late lunch is a massive effort on the part of the Church authorities and volunteers. There were 12 counters serving kanji-payar-papad-pickle this year - 6 for men and 6 for women, of which one each was reserved for Senior Citizens of both sexes. Senior citizens are a newly emerging reality in official India, be it in trains or in churhces.
I went alone this year, for the post-noon session of the service. With V out of action, I dont think I will be attending the early dawn Easter mass this year. But the feasting wont be compromised on.
Friday, April 06, 2007
Passover
It was my first such experience, since we Syrian Orthodox Christians do not have such rituals. We just make vattayappam (rice cake) in the morning.
Ash thought it was another b'day celebration when V cut the appam, and he started humming "happy birthday..."
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Budding housekeeper
My daughter is trying to imitate a lot of things that we adults do at home. For instance, she takes a peice of cloth and wipes the table, the floor, the shelves etc. Yesterday she got a broom and dustpan and did some 'sweeping'. Any vessel she gets, she holds it gingerly with a cloth (the way the maid takes the hotwater for M's bath) and leaves it in the bathroom.
And mind you, she just turned one and a half on March 21st. (babycenter says: Eighteen months is a coming of age for your child. Many parents say that this is when they stop thinking of their child as a baby.)
Well, it has dawned the realisation on me that this is an impressionable age for both the kids and that we better be careful what we do and say in front of them. Which is not easy - we lose our cool at times and forget that there are little sponges watching all the flood of fury and absorbing all that goes about.
Monday, April 02, 2007
A long weekend
Maid and me and Mira attended the Palm Sunday service at Koyambedu church yesterday. Ash was still asleep when we left. He and V came to pick us up after the service though. The post-service breakfast included idli, uzhunnuvada and sambar for the teeming hundreds (the church was filled to double its capacity, and will so for the GF and Easter mass too.) The church manages to feed the pious and the truants like Jesus fed the 5,000.
After our weekly shopping and refreshments (for a change at the wayside tender coconut and sugarcane juice stall), reached home and had a late lunch.
Evening I took Ash to the barber and got his head tonsured. He now looks like a cross of Dalai Lama and George Speight!
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