Monthly Archives: January 2009

you know you are in India when

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~ firstborn talks in his sleep. And he’s saying “I love India. I love Indian cows”

~ my back turns for a few minutes and baby param is AGAIN clutching a fistful of bank notes. In this recession times, it pays to be Baby Param

~ you get into the car and don’t have to strap up. Ah! luxury

~ Baby Param is still in Malaysia Time with daily 3 a.m. poo-poos. hmpf.

~ the baby’s pram is shoved away in the loft. Baby Param has never been so “carried away”.

~ I have to eat humble sooka rotis (blackened and two days old). One roti, for every time i sniggered when I poked fun at the NRI contingent buying mosquito repellent by the kilo.
Baby Param is the worst hit 😦

India shopping list

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Of all the puzzling questions that I have tried to solve… over the last week

this particular one has continued to be a riddle:

What’s a suitable present for the sister-in-law’s mother-in-law?
umbrella
purse
two tins of cow creamer
dry fruits
bars of chocolate
handbag
fancy sieve

yes. i am after those silly brownie points.