Blue who? Happenings in the new year...

We brought in the new year watching the Dark Knight in IMAX. Late night show... i will skip right to arjun's verdict. The guy actually stayed awake through the movie and even discussed it for about an hour into the new year!!!

I thought it was quite good especially since the previous movie i watched in a theatre was something called 'Dostana' Nobody and i really mean nobody told me how absolutely crass and crude and un-funny it was. In fact everybody said it was an enjoyable movie. WHAT WERE THEY THINKING????

But that was in the last year so let me come back to the present and why we are not at all blue anymore....a new maid has made an entrance into our lives and she does not expect to be called 'Your majesty' like the other hyd maids. Only if you are a woman and run a home will you understand the gravity of this event.

And then we went KITING!!

Atleast that is what arjun told all and sundry as we trudged our way to the terrace with two precious kites and a roll of thread. Leading the troop was Maddy who apparently was 'world-famous-in-his-locality'kind of a kiter in his younger days.

Over the years,I have learnt that the few claims he makes are not to be taken lightly and he proved it yet again as he expertly threaded the kite and in no time, our little silver rhombus with a tail was sailing in the skies with three sets of adoring eyes following its every dip and rise. Then arjun got to hold the thread and so did i.

It was like a dream we never actually had came true. The wonder of it all was fantastic.

And then came the villain. A jaundiced yellow kite with manja thread (thread coated with glass pieces) came closer and closer and our white thread was no match. We were too brave to quickly lower the kite so we fled till we couldnt any longer and in one neat cut, the dirty yellow kite had cut our silver rhombus and we were left just holding a limp white thread.

Maddy was so wild that they came after the kite that arjun was actually flying that he turned to the group and showed them THE finger. I thought that was mighty brave of him considering those boys were just FIVE terraces away ;)

Anyway, the net result is that day before yesterday, Maddy prepared for war. He came back with around six kites, lots of white thread but lots more of manja thread. Tomorrow will be show time and we have never been so excited before.

Love this city!! :)

ps : Love is . . . getting your salman-khan-fan-wife a kite with his picture on it!!!

:) :)

New Year Blues

Maddy saw me reading 'Good Housekeeping' and just couldnt take it. He took one look at our not very neat and tidy premises and promptly banned me from reading the magazine.

To add injury to insult, he insists that since he does most of the cleaning up anyway, HE will now start reading the damn thing. Apparently, he can do a much better job than me.

The scary part is that he is most probably right.

sigh...

:)

old is gold? naah....

Junjun to very un-amused ammamma and thatha :

Your hair has become older no?
:)

Hunh?

Sports day? already? oh no!!!

Still smarting from the experience of a year ago, this didnt come as a welcome announcement. I felt slightly better when i was told that there were no parent-child races. But when i entered the campus, i saw a victory stand.

A victory stand? For kids this age? I snorted in controlled fury.

The program, after the usual speeches and stuff had a most delightful pom pom dance where all the kids generally did their own thing inspite of the teachers' animated attempts to show them which step was next!

Then it was time for the races.

They started with the pre-schoolers. Simple...they had to run, hug their teacher and get back to the finish line. Simple? Think again. The whistle blew and they all started off merrily enough...till they spotted their teacher looking mighty unnatural with open arms and all. Two kids stopped in their tracks. Literally! Another took one look at the teacher and began to bawl but the winner was certainly the one who ran past the teacher and into the parent's stand where she grabbed her mom's leg and refused to let go. Needless to say everybody except the teacher laughed till they cried...the teacher i think might have just cried.

My little boy was in the third race. The Henny Penny Race.

They had to run, pick up an egg, run some more, pick up another egg and then run again and deposit both the eggs in the baskets kept at the end of the track.

There he was before the whistle blew, wrestling with another kid. I knew just what to expect.

Get, Set, GO!! and they were off. Not bad i thought, atleast he is running this time!! i watched with great fondness as he picked up one egg and then went on to pick the other one up without getting distracted. Before i knew it, the race was over and i was left happy coz i saw him finish the race and yet i had this niggling feeling that just wouldnt go away.

Could it? Naah. But wasnt he.... Well..... hmmm....really?? CANT BE decided moi.

The winners were being gently shoved to the victory stand. And YES!!!!! THERE HE WAS!!! A PODIUM FINISH...WOW!!! My view was suddenly blocked by the teachers and I couldnt make out what was happening till the chief guest was called to give away the medals... and then it happened. That moment when you stop breathing and the whole world goes on mute and slow motion because you are seeing something truly unbelievable...

Ladies and gentlemen, presenting the Henny Penny CHAMPION '08-09....

JUNJUN!!!!!!!!!!! :) :) :)

ps : my attitude towards victory stands has undergone a remarkable nay a drastic change :p

Growing up pangs

When he was around three years old...

Junjun, i LOVE you!!

i LOVE you amma!!


When he is almost four...

Junjun i LOVE you!!

ok!

:(

Taste of one's own medicine

Arjun licks his plate clean of every molecule of sauce, then comes and sits next to me and begins to dip his gooey finger into my plate

Hey arjun!! This is MY sauce

Amma, you should SHARE!!

:) :)

Welcome Mrs Clinton!!

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

I am beginning to really like obama!