… when i said my house looks like it was hit by a tidal wave.
the wave’s name is baby param.
and the wave’s mum is SO tired…
we thought we’ll take a 10 minute drive to check out the deepavali action in our part of town.
we stayed on for 3 hours….
here’s what happened.
firstborn is solving some mathproblems in a workbook. he asks me to correct them. i check a couple here and there… and then there’s this puzzler.
i ask firstborn to fetch me a glass of water and when his back is turned I quickly TURN TO THE ANSWERS SECTION AND VERIFY.
the child is in FIRSTGRADE.
my vadas may have graduated.
but my math is still at kindergarten.
vada: the singular case of the empty space contributing to 100 per cent taste.
all my efforts since 2.2.2004 were spherical, golden, soft and light but the centre O was glaringly absent…
quantum leap deepavali.
getting so cocky, i feel like making heart-shaped holey vadas and patenting.
this festive season is the one i am not missing home… mostly because it’s very festive here. these are full page ads that came out in today’s straits times.
(i love how different the ads are from what i am used to seeing in chennai)
**i tried to find a link to show you. but the ads dont appear in the online version.**
so my dslr came to the rescue. i think you can click on the ad to see a bigger version.
happy deepavali ladies.
and here’s the festivity at home…
… when firstborn is quoting from vadivelu (i will NEVER forgive the mmmim for permanently watching kaamedy)
there were still a few happies per MiM:
1. i found this flower stuck outside our door. i was ready to believe it was an anonymous gift from our secret admirer…
…and pretend i didnt see that black card stuck in the middle that said it was a corporate promo by our cable TV provider.
note the neat sip of water the flower gets…
2. festive season alert
of course, the mmmim has guaranteed that it will dry up before deepavali. bah!
apparently a pot needs to be readied and coaxed and coated to get on the fire … else the sambar really tastes like mud.
so. this is one apprentice pot chez the MiM.
high definition sambars coming up next week
festive love on frosted glass from a friend
love the pretty peacock feather on the purple one…
the bff is a total nutjob.
climbing the himalayas with three 70 year olds.
writing requests for scholarships while cursing her superiors under her breath( ” give me the f****** money you supreme non-scientific idiot so I can get on wih my life..blah, blah BLAHHH”)
so when i wished her on her birthday, 10 days later she panics with this mail:
Anyways, I just realized I am the worst friend on the planet. I never
wished u on June 16 – Happy belated birthday meri janmo ki dost-
And why do you put up with me?
erm. my birthday was on june 13.