before a blogger’s meet…?
1. lose 10 kg
2. trim eyebrows so they can see my eyes/forehead
3. wait a week. so that effects of hair-oil i applied two days ago, finally wear off
4. take along baby param and fb. that way my distracted /harassed appearance might be attributed to motherhood.
(ladies to meet = artnavy and kenny)
this entry i wrote wins third place for a contest organised by the Malaysian government.
I should be thrilled right?
The prize is two air tickets to Malaysia to be collected in a ceremony on March 28. (Plus five star hotel stay for three nights)
And the wedding that I have flown all this way to Chennai (with kids/spouse/ jing bang) is on March 31.
How aaaaaaaargh can life get?
me: howcome firstborn gets another turn just because he didnt strike any coin?
my dad: it’s like a no-ball in cricket. you have to bowl again then. remember? that’s why.
a hairwash at 7 in the evening. a sweet kozhakattai. and a salty one. a cow, a dog and a cat on the same street. the 13th day after a death. a birthday. walking to a shop across the street. drawing a wet kolum in the hall. eating off a banana leaf. gossip. reading the times of india.
104 degrees on firstborn’s forehead. and i have not freaked out. so. this is where i left behind my sanity.
for which we must move heaven and earth to be back home.
(bonus: am going to be on the same continent and same country at about the same time as she is. OMG!)
arty woodsy place- mats (all the better to invite me to dinner, mah dear)
a golden photo frame (all the better to frame a photo of me, mah dear)
a kiddie hardcover for her daughter (all the better to keep the kiddie busy, while i am being served)
have to go where i have never gone before for this one. the courier dept of the post office in malaysia…