Wanted.

Slightly distraught mom with four year old bedridden child (fractured femur) seeks ideas to keep erstwhile overactive child occupied when all he can do now is lie on his back for the next six weeks.

Ideas already covered are : television, gaming, reading, playing the mouth organ and 'changing hairstyles game', the last of which was evolved by the patient himself. " amma u close your eyes...now look at my hair" "Now close your eyes again..." and so on and so forth.

All ideas will be rewarded with tremendous good will from mother...and also from the child when he is old enough to know what good will means.

My Life Savers

I woke up yesterday looking like a relative of will smith as he appears here. Obviously, something i ate did not agree with me. I suspect the reactions of the men in my life are the reason i did not lock myself up in the bathroom the whole day

Junjun : You look like my amma...you are my amma only no?

Maddy : Arch, it is SO exciting to wake up with a new woman every day!!!

:) :)

Observation

It is strange how so many mothers seem to have ensured that their children loved them, needed them, adored them, even worshipped them....but somehow left out 'respect them' from the deal.

It is not so strange that so many men can love, adore, need even worship their wives but somehow leave out 'respect' from the deal.

What then is the difference between a pet and a wife?

Junspeak

- Watching my dad excuse himself from the table while the rest of us were still eating :

"Why thatha said 'excuse me' when he did not burp?"

- When i made the mistake of showing him my freshly pedicured feet :

"These are your same feet?"

sigh....

Holiday horror?

A holiday at your parent's home.

Makes you feel like a child again.

You become lazy, pampered and reckless.

You get your hair streaked violet (yes, you read right.)

And while you secretly think you look totally cool...

You hope when you go back,

Mr husband will still have a place

In his heart and home for you!

The Unholy Shopping Expedition

I am not sure how to write this.
But write, i must...
or i will bust...
sorry... burst.

Jun and i went shopping. His underclothes were beginning to resemble a rare shade of greyish white and it was just time to throw them all out and get the poor guy some decent ones.

So there we were. I was looking through the various options that the shop had for size 55cm and arjun was wandering around the shop when i suddenly heard an 'aai'....i turned back and arjun and the shopkeeper were glaring at each other. I didnt see anything on the ground or anything broken so i told jun not to stand so close to the door and went back to my all exciting job of choosing under wear for my four year old.

About ten seconds later, the guy who was showing me the options started laughing out loud and i heard 'aai aaai' again. I turned to look at the cause of the furore and froze. There was my innocent little four year old, and a mannequin with a brassiere whose straps and cups seemed to have suddenly discovered gravity. ...everything was hanging down the arms and waist and for all intents and purposes the mannequin wasn't wearing anything any longer.

On my left i had one sales guy laughing his guts out and next to him the cashier glaring at arjun. Behind me, were two grinning lady customers who i could have hugged and kissed for just being there and not letting me be the only woman around when this happened.

My brave little one glared right back at everybody and looked at me questioningly.

I dragged him back to the counter and reprimanded him. Apparently i was not very effective. Barely had i turned my back on him when he rushed back to the re-dressed mannequin and put his hand down her cleavage. I was so stunned and must have looked it because arjun took the trouble to explain to me 'this is a pocket i think amma'.

Amma and son who then rushed out of the shop, had to be called back by the cashier to pay for what we had kept aside to be taken. Money and goods hastily exchanged hands.

As we tripped and stumbled out of the shop a second time, i couldnt help but glare at the busty mannequin and found much to my amusement, another little boy raising his hand to touch it.

As i crossed that shop, shouts of 'aai aai' rented the air and i had to double up with laughter and tears.

Arjun still has no clue what the fuss was about :)

Repercussions - They knew a sucker when they saw one!! ;)

Boy, am i going to think twice about bursting into poetry
At every little thing that i see
Look at what the flirty pigeons did to me!!
I now look forward (a little anxiously)
To the flitter flutter of little wings in my balcony!!