Wednesday, April 28, 2010

the week that was.

In Sonny boy's absence, I

saw 2 movies at the theatre.
Both mallu movies- Janakan and In Ghost House.
The former was ok, with Suresh Gopi and Mohanlal putting in good performances.
Ghost House -I saw it only for the sake of the husband who whined me into seeing it. Four young bachelors were FUNNY in the original. Four middle aged men are NOT in the sequel to the sequel.
And what the husband had to say was that I should not over analyse comedy! Husbands!

made no dinner at all.
There have to be compensations for seeing movies like Ghost House, right?
No lunch either on most days. Breakfast however was made and eaten healthily.

read books.
Finished the whole lot of Mills and Boons borrowed from my sis, and which have to be returned this weekend when we go pick up the son and the dog.
Agatha Christie's The Complete Ariadne Oliver.
Compared to the Poirot and Miss Marple, Ariadne is boring.
Vikas Swarup's Six Suspects.
I liked this book of his too. The characters are well drawn out and Swarup entwined me beautifully in the ups and downs of their lives. How the people from different corners of the globe end up at Vicky Rai's farmhouse, with very different but equally strong motives the fateful day of the murder is a nice page turner.
Amish's The Immortals of Meluha.
This book was such a delightful surprise and the best part of it, is that there is more to come- part 2 and Part 3 too. If Part 2 and 3 go the way of Part 1, then we have a WINNER on our hands. The story has to do with the Neelkanth and how he comes by his role of the saviour of the Suryavanshis and the Chandravanshis. Amish has done a riveting job of combining mythology and religion into fiction and I'm really looking forward to the sequel which is supposed to be out at the year end. Happy writing, Amish.

And then I slept and slept and slept.
And made umpteen calls to Sonny boy.
And was miserable that only Trinity could not speak to me

This weekend, we're off to pick them up.

Happy Meal toy. Check.
Remote controlled Helicopter (he took only the wires, he forgot the actual copter!) Check.
Book. Check.
Repaired scooter. Check.
Ben10 Tshirt- to be drwan and painted in the next 2 days.
1 more toy- to be bought
2 eagerly waiting parents. CHECK.

Thursday, April 22, 2010


Am not looking forward to this weekend.

Sonny boy and Trinity have been carted off to chez grandmother in Kerala.
To enjoy 2 weeks of the summer vacations. They may be enjoying, but the parents are finding the home to be unnaturally quiet.

The days pass by boringly in office, but the evenings are looooooooooong.

The Acha watches his News and English movie channels in peace, without a little hand snatching the remote away and putting on his precious cartoons. There is no fight between the big boy and the small boy over who gets to watch what, while the Amma watches from a distance and bangs her head against the wall and wishes she could just get her hands around the neck of the guy who invented tv in the first place.

There is no doggy foot pawing compellingly at our legs/hands the minute we stop our random rubbing of her doggy belly with our toes/fingers.

There no Sonny boy to holler at and threaten and blackmail into having his dinner in under 45 minutes. (I am NOT exaggerating- he takes a minimum of half an hour to get anywhere near finishing his meal- be it breakfast, lunch or dinner.)

There is no mad dog behaving, at the ripe old age of 6 (equivalent to 42!) like a puppy and running off with chappals, bathroom mats, and the like. And no Sonny boy quick to react to the mad dog's capers- jumping up and howling, "Amma, Trinity's EATING my shoes/chappals/sandals!" and running after her, which is exactly what she wanted in the first place.
And then the Amma would run after the pair of them and separate them, whacking the dog, and yelling at the son to stop acting like a fool, and then the Acha would berate Sonny boy the hundredth time for not being able to see thru a mere DOG's ploy for attention.
And all the time, Sonny boy and Trinity would listen with apparently submissive faces, but each planning to do EXACTLY the same the next time opportunity presented itself.

At night, there is no small figure in pyjamas trailing around.... and then waiting up in bed for me to come and read him his story. As I settle in bed with my book, it is when I miss Sonny boy the most. No little head snuggling onto my shoulder, pushing his book in front of mine, saying "my story first, Amma, this one!" And then, once the story is done, his leg comes flinging itself across my stomach and his fingers creep around to my ear... sigh..

Whe the Acha puts his hand around me too, the hand is firmly put aside, along with a firm order- "Acha, you don't hug Amma. I will hug Amma. YOU hug ME!" Even when the lights are off, any attempts by the Acha are inevitably foiled by an alert son.
The Acha says that as if contending with his son noticing and not approving of his attentions to me was not enough, now he has to put up with the dog's disapproval too!

Trinity is very watchful indeed, of not just the Acha, but also Sonny boy's attentions to me, quickly running up in case she senses any hanky panky. Its almost like - why almost- it IS - like having a second child.

In the car while driving down, I was in the back seat, with Sonny boy on one side, and Trinity on the other, cos like any two siblings, they would be all affection to start with, but soon, the one would start to play up with the other, resulting in a pow-wow in no time. So it was deemed better to keep them on separate sides- him looking out of this window, her looking out of that.
But inevitably, both of them would land up on my knee. And then a paw would find its way onto Sonny boy's hand, and then a yell would go up that she scratched him, and then I'd again push them apart, and the Acha'd ask them to SHUT UP...

Mornings, we no longer need an alarm clock. Promptly at day break a canine form stirs. And a head lifts impatiently at every single sound from outside... and then when she can stand it no longer, she's up and at us- poking her WET nose into our faces, wagging her tail nineteen to the dozen against the wardrobe making a louder racket than any alarm clock... "Wakey wakey", she grins good naturedly at us from beside the bed. And the Acha who hates that wet nose in his neck, jumps up promptly to take her for her walk.
Sonny boy loves to have that nose poking at his face tho' and every morning, she tickles him into getting up with giggles...

Its been a week of having a home without Sonny boy and Trinity. And tomorrow's Friday- a day we normally look forward to. But not this time. Something tells me its going to be a loooooong weekend.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

what is it that You have in store???

In hindsight, I truly believe that God knows what's best for us.

In my previous company , there was a time when I was bored to pieces and depressed, because everybody but me seemed to be so busy...
I felt so ashamed of sitting jobless that I turned to the internet and started reading blogs at random. (at least people passing by would assume that I had SOMEthing to do and I wouldn't be seen twiddling my thumbs). I really enjoyed a few that I read, and felt inspired to start one of my own...

And now, thinking back, I realise what a blessing in disguise that job'lessness' was.. for it opened the world of blogging to me, with ALL that it had to offer. And I thank God from the bottom of my heart for that period in my life.

And now, I am totally utterly bugged with my current job.
I try to compare this frustration with my previous company's frustration and wonder which was/is worse.
There, I had nothing to do and my 'boss' was barely tolerable.
Here, I have plenty to do, but my 'boss' is so totally intolerable.

How on earth do I get into these situations at work? Right now, its like I have a Demntor in office- the joy is so totally GONE. I find no joy in doing a good job, cos ultimately the asshole gets credit for it, and I'm so bugged with the unfairness of it.

And I wonder when can I MOVE , O God? To a different job- any job, so long as I can quit this one.
Its fast reaching a stage where I don't care if I have another one lined up either. Because I'm damned if I 'll let HIM preen around as if he's motivated me to do whatever

Soon, God, please.