Monthly Archives: August 2014

Beach resort

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I looked at the photos of what We did in the beachside resort…

I stopped to smell the roses. Check.

I stopped to smell the roses. Check.

I insisted the boys walk instead of buggy ride. Check.

I insisted the boys walk instead of buggy ride. Check.

I read the signboards and took them seriously. Check.

I read the signboards and took them seriously. Check.

I photograph hideous towel art. Check.

I photograph hideous towel art. Check.

And cycle, and eat, and sleep, and watch Tv, and have a bath tub soak, and play frisbee and tennis . Checkity check.

And cycle, and eat, and sleep, and watch Tv, and have a bath tub soak, and play frisbee and tennis . Checkity check.

As I click on the photos on my iPad, I realise that I spent an entire day at the beachside resort, without going to the beach. oh well.

Mehendi confessions

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A few women were getting their hands mehendid…at a resort on the beachside, where I went for the weekend.

It’s interesting how many women opened up to talk as they held out their hand..

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One said : “it is three years since I wore Mehendi on my hands. There is just too much housework, and with kids I don’t get a break. At night I just want to crash into bed.”

Another said : “my husband hates Mehendi, so I stopped wearing it since I was married. But since he is not around at the moment…”

A third : “my mil wears Mehendi. We stay in a joint family. Every time I hope she will give me a break and say okay daughter in law you wear Mehendi for this celebration, nope.never. She even wears Mehendi on her feet, and relaxes.”

My favourite story is the one of the Mehendi girl, who deftly applied the green paste in a cone.

“I fought with my mum. My mum is an expert in Mehendi designs. And every time I would yell at her saying, ma, you only draw lovely designs on my sisters. Never for me.

” in a huff, I decided to teach myself to draw Mehendi. And now Mehendi is funding my education. On weekends i draw Mehendi art at a resort. And on weekdays I am a student of physics in quaid e millath college.”

Fasting and what it has done for me

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My top 5 reasons why I have been a regular faster for the last four years…

1. Intangibly, fasting brings me luck. The zero solids in my tummy, and the more lucky I get… The universe conspires to keep me on top of my bubble. If kid gets hurt –it’s not serious, and more importantly I don’t panic. Traffic clears — or I don’t stress about jams. The mmmim offers to be patient and kind! I sing better and exercise better.

2 I am closest to my ideal body weight than I have ever been , even in my 20s.

3 food gets steadily less tempting after the first 9 or so hours…

4 I have more time — about three hours extra.. All that chunk of time spent in cooking and thinking about what to eat or what I ate…

5 I sleep very very soundly.

A 52 year old cradle…

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…the mil is now a great grandmother.

My sons are uncles…

My nieces are chithis

and the mmmim is a grandpa…

all this thanks to the family forest that brings up the mmmim’s end of the family…

 

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this is the cradle that is dusted and brought down from the loft whenever someone reproduces…

it has held 21 babies and counting…

nobody likes my brainwave that the cradle should just be overturned and used as a centre table on a permanent basis. People think I am peeved at being called grandma.

 

 

 

 

This is the way we go to school….

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.. So early in the morning..

 

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I saw this child walking to school. See the quizzical stare he is giving me…. I’d been watching him sauntering to school… It was 8.15 am in the morning and he was slurping on a delicious- looking ice-lolly mango-flavoured, I assume..

This is life in India…walking barefoot to school, but the most unusual thing can sweeten the burden. Sticky fingers be damned, iPhone-wielding mums can click — onward ho!