met one such for bfast. RS isnt a blogger. but an occasional commenter… and she moved here to KL, a few months ago.
(and since every reader here is interested in the fine print here goes… @ her place
1. hot tikkis
3. dahi vadas
4. fresh nimbu paani
and much more…)
her almost 2 year old and baby param had a largely non-verbal argument about laptops. both wanted the one that wasnt working.:-)
RS was warm and funny and practical. and i totally enjoyed the chat.
and here’s the photo reva sent in. She won a contest held in this space looong ago. And really sweet of her to send me this photo of her husband’s birthday spread (featuring the place mats i sent)
hey! dont bother looking at what’s under the plate… look at what’s on it.
we weekend gotawayed to a place that had t h i s much space between the loo and the mini-room we stayed.
i have never lived in a place where the bathroom wasn’t at the heart of the house are at least at the kidney of the house . but here the loo was a whole half a kilometre away. the washbasin, even further.
see ma's saree in red. that's our room. see firstborn yonder wearing that silly ring. there was our bathroom. *gasp*
and other stories.
the place had a swing and all, but we were too busy counting the steps to and fro the loo trips
the mmmim thinks i am the paparazzi. honestly
a chinese mini temple. but it had empty beer cans nearby. So Gods do get thirsty, huh?
how hot water was arranged for our baths
ma and the grandsons
oh i forgot. it was a beach we went to
“I’d take the fox across first…”
after I’d spent a whole 20 minutes explaining this “problem” to him.
Suppose you are a boatman and you want to carry 3 things across the river. The three are: a tiger, a goat and a bundle of grass.
-You can carry only one thing at a time in each direction.
– The Tiger will not eat you. the tiger will eat the goat / the goat will eat the grass if left alone on a bank.
-You have to complete the transfer in a minimum number of trips.
1 small aargh moment for motherhood.
1 giant aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh by the MiM
when i was 16. i used to go “oooooooooh” over women who pronounced french words the french way, while speaking english. eg. a pince-nez, grand prix, renaissance etc
i thought it showed their pedigree. and i wanted to be their slave for life and join whichever finishing school they went to.
now. at 32. these are what i go “oooooooh” about…
—> when a woman tells me she can milk a cow. and that her cows yield about five to six litres of milk at a milking session.
—> when a woman volunteers to sit on the floor, at an informal party because all chairs filled with guests
–> a woman who learned swimming, by swimming in the river
___> a woman who can find and change the fused bulb in our fridge
—> a woman whose dog accompanied her to her village school (3 kms one way)
___> a woman who can make 250 samosas in 2 days
__> a nurse who slowly removed the sticky bandages off my bloodied blood clotted middle finger, while being gentle, kind and v.v.skilful
__> a woman whose first baby died, when he was just 9 hours old. and how she cries alone. everyday. in his memory. for the last six years. and she wipes away her tears before her 4 year old can see.
__> a secretary who bought eight expensive perfumes to give away for christmas, but gifted them to her friends and family before October
(all these women … i have met here in KL)
healed fast. homoeo speeded recovery 200 per cent.
the hand-surgeon was disappointed to let my hand go. (we were forking out fistfuls of ringgitt per nanosecond, or so claimed the mmmim)
deluged with party invitations…
in my case
1 invitation = deluge.
2 = catastrophe.
3 = run for your life
this bday party culture has got to stop.
and next i hear talk of diwali parties (*sob*) round the corner… why wont people leave me to my ‘tanhai’ …
WHY ARE ALL TAMILIAN COOKS, COMMUNISTS BY DEFAULT?
Because they can’t make their Dosa, Idli or Vada without the help of Mao.
all this and more at bladepakkiri.blogspot.com
laugh one laugh all…
what do you call bruce lee’s finger?
and the rest of my fav…
what’s his preferred bfast
and his favourite pastime
and his fav. lunch
(all from my class XI friend K.)