Turning 30

This post was due in september for my husband's 30th birthday and needless to say its dedicated to him.

Turning 30 is something emotional (atleast for me). It is half of your productive life. Given the life expectancy these days it might be half of our life span. It is also an equivalent of adult adolescence. This is the age when we are neither young nor old. Few might have already seen their first grey hairs. Few of us are already parent to a kid or worse two and are wondering, "How the hell did our previous generation manage to train their dragons?" The pressure on unmarried people is more intense and severe than ever before. For those who are married and are still childless, the entire world turns curious at this point and asks, "When is the baby coming?(You are already 30)" even worse "Is there any problem? Did you check with the doctor?".

Coming to the side effects of turning 30, the child in us is literally shouting to come out and show the world that we still need to grow up. That we are not ready for marriage or to have a baby. Those with babies might still be wondering if they are actually parents now. How? But How? pinching themselves to come out of their dream (as if they get enough time to dream or sleep :P) and slapping themselves for plunging in headlong into the mad mad world of mommys and daddys. The most evident side effect of turning 30 is the POT BELLY. The less significant side effects are pigmentation, warts, dark circles etc etc. Less significant I say because we anyways have concealers etc etc to hide them.

Yet there are very few who accept that they have wasted half of their life running a rat race and pause to retrospect as to what was the point in racing in life when you don't have time to pause and appreciate what you have in life. Whats the point in earning money when you don't have time to spend with your loved ones? When you don't have time to meet friends? Life is short, if you have not been living your life to the fullest, its high time you start doing it now. Its good to take chances, to deviate from the race, take a break, gulp some red bull and decide if you still want to be a part of the race.

Happy 30th birthday to everyone who has turned 30 this year.

P.S: I have long way to go to reach my 30th birthday.
P.P.S: 3 months is a long way of course,

The Cause

Her eyes were filled with hatred as she saw the filthy intruders writhe in pain. The air was filled with the stench of poison. The poison she used to kill her enemies. She knew that she had done something that no man would be willing to do and other women usually shriek in fright at the sight of these filthy intruders. She was proud of her achievement. She congratulated herself for choosing the right time for carrying out this massive massacre - Midnight, when the hidden would come out of their hiding.

Her eyes searched restlessly for those who were still alive and trying to escape. She didn't regret the murders because it was for a cause. She had suffered enough and it was time for some action. She was happy to look at the place which was now strewn with the dead. Would this act of hers make her look less womanly? She wondered. But she didn't really care. What mattered the most for her was that it was her realm and she would not accept anyone to overpower her here. It might be a trivial issue for everyone else. But for her, it was war.

She knew it was not over yet. She knew that there were few more hiding. May be they would be more cautious now to come out in the dark. But she was determined to bring them down and she knew she could do it if her serial attacks went on as per plan. But she had to rest now. It was half past midnight. She turned her back towards the dead and walked away throwing the empty can of HIT. Few more nights of such massacres and she knew she would finally achieve her target of a "cockroach free kitchen".

Swachh home. Sweet home

I noticed that almost every corner of my home is a mess and decided to clean and sort things a little bit every day. So I told my husband what was on my mind. "Wont't cook anything tomorrow. Eat outside. I have something important to do." I was disappointed to see how happily my husband seemed to take the news. But I forgive him.

The next morning I decided to cleanup the crocery unit and I was mighty impressed and satisfied by the time I was done. Now, I won't tell you how I had managed to do it. It is for you to guess whether I had discarded the unwanted stuff or camaflouged them with the surroundings or shifted them to somewhere else. I was waiting for my husband to wake up and see the transformation I had brought to his house. He woke up and the ungrateful man couldn't find any difference. But that didn't dampen my spirits, I wanted to post the before and after pics on FB and whatsapp. But the only problem was that I didn't take any pic before cleaning it. 

My husband dragged his feet towards the kitchen to drink water and said, "I see so many things piled up in the kitchen  today. I don't find anything useful here." How come he could notice the mess in the kitchen when he could not make out the change at the crockery unit? And my target for the day was to fix the crockery which I did. So what if I had to move out some stuff to the kitchen? It will have its share of cleaning and polishing done when its turn comes. May be tomorrow or the day after or.. or.. when I don't feel like cooking.

Support. Will you now?

I was asked this question and was told to blog about it. The question was -
"Does a women really need a supportive husband/brother/father /son/any men to be successful in her life."

As soon as I read the question, the ego in me replied - "Why the hell do we need others support to succeed?" But that is not true in most of the cases. At every step of ours we depend on many people, both men and women. I thought of many women whom I have come across in my life, and all of them depend a lot on their family for support. Someone with amputated leg has ascended the Mt. Everest. Sudha Chandran, dances with artificial foot. There is Yashodhara Lal, who does a full time job in marketing, is a Zumba trainer and a successful writer and manages 3 kids. All these with a lot of support from their respective families. And there is me, who, despite having everyone's support, quit my career and decided to be a full time home maker. SIGH! My point here is, there are all types of women - Women,who with support succeed in achieving their goals, Woman who step back despite having support. Now, there are very few woman of 3rd Category - Woman, who without anyone's support rise and succeed. But it takes a lot of hard work and determination to not allow the mocking society to bring you down.

Talking about few facts, these days most of the men are supportive towards the women in their lives, may it be their mother, daughter, sister or wife. (Atleast in the urban places). And mind you, its an underdog's world. You will be supported until you are striving and struggling to succeed. Once you reach the peak of success ladder, the same people will turn cold towards you. You can fly, but not higher than them. You may fare good but not better than them. That's the irony of the world we live in.

To summarize my opinion, Yes. We do need our husband's/family's support to succeed. This does not mean that we cant do anything without support from men. It might get difficult to go on without support. But with immense will power we can achieve whatever we want. Most of the times women listen to their hearts than their brains. Hence they don't defy or go against the male ego, because women value their feelings. This is not an indication of weakness, but love.

Shuttle Stories

Since I have taken up the job of a full time home maker, I could squeeze in some time to play shuttle. And it was fun. Fun because the way we played was funny.

Day 1: It was 8:00 PM already but we switched on the lights at our park and started playing. My first shot (okay not first, fifth), sent the cock to some distant lands and we couldn't find it. Since we didn't have a spare cock, we decided to buy few cocks and resume playing. Dolly(my neighbour) and me went with both our kids on her activa (Which was quite an adventure in itself). By the time we returned with the cocks it was already late and we decided to resume our game next day morning.

Day 2: 6:45 AM, fresh and fully equipped us went to the lawn to play shuttle. Man! it felt great sprinting around, making swift hand movements and finally doing some form of work out. But it would have been better if I could also hit the target atleast once in ten times. But anyways, since flinging the bat aimlessly in the air and running hither thither made me stretch and sweat, I am quite satisfied. Oh! did I mention my tripping and falling flat on my stomach?


Day 2: 7:30 PM. The over enthusiastic us (Dolly and me), decided to play in the evening as well. Since our husbands weren't home, we had to take our toddlers with us to the lawn. We managed to play as decently as possible with our kids running between our legs, and throwing our cock in random directions. Since our game wasn't going as expected, we switched to walking on the jog track which later turned out to be piggy back rides for the kids. And yes, it was fun though it had very little shuttle involved.

Looking forward to tomorrow's game.

Krishna's parting letter to Radha

My heart loves you and loves with all might.
I look good but we make a better sight.

The world is unfair and we may have to live apart.
We knew this fact right from the start.

But I promise to unite with you and hear the temple bells,
The story of our love when they chime and tell.

Inspiration, Expectations and Me

The other day I was chatting with one of my friends who happened to read my posts and she said that I am an inspiring person. May be I should have thanked her for the compliment but I rather went cold. Man! I was scared. Its scary when someone sets up high expectations. Its good if by chance I inspire someone and they get to learn something good from me. But I can't make that a habit as I am no super woman. I made mistakes like everyone else and have learnt from them. (I still make mistakes.)

I was leading my life like most of you, trying to impress everyone possible, compromising and adjusting every now and then. And eventually all my interests were dumped deep into oblivion. And the worst part was that I never regretted it because thats how I was trained. Thats how I felt every woman did. Because I saw my mom doing the same. But things changed after I had my baby. My cute bundle of joy. He would cuddle with  me, search for me, prod me with his tiny fingers and basically look forward for me. And thats a great thing. When someone so lovely is looking upto you for directions, for help in life and trying to learn from you and imitate you, you are bound to become a lot more responsible. It cleared my head off the mist and one thing was clear to me. I can't go on with life like this. Our children don't learn what we teach but they learn from what we do. They tend to follow us and I did not want him to think that a woman is deemed to make sacrifices. I want him to accept the fact that a woman is free to make her own choices without the fear of being judged by every Tom, Dick and Harry.

I knew that I should start being myself but had no clue on where to start from. One day while clearing data from my pen drive, I came across a New Folder (I had blogged about it earlier) and it brought a realisation in me. And my blogging is nothing but a child of that realization. I have learnt that I have to take time for my interests and at the same time not to be self centered. Life is all about choices and its for us to decide what choices work the best for each one of us. I would like to quote Dumbledore here, "It is your choices rather than your capabilities that decide what you are." It is crucial for everyone of us to make the right choices in life. As a human you may fail but you can't fail as a parent.

I am not best at managing time. I have many draft stories, articles and incidents in my brain that haven't made it to the blog.And for every post that made to the blog, I had to cut down some other task. All I am doing today could not be done without my husband's support. I am not an independent woman. I am not self dependent either. I depend a lot on my parents, extended family and husband for many of my needs. I derive my happiness from them. This last para I would have as a record that would help me remain humble and rooted to the ground. Also if someone is inspired by my blogs, they are most welcome, as long as they don't blast or maul some anti feminist and credit me for having inspired them. You see, I can't afford to get arrested as my son needs me and even worse, my husband will have a tough time finding another wife. LOL.

Yup! I'll  call it a day. Its 1:27 AM and I have to catch some sleep before starting another day. Take care and celebrate life the right way.

Fall in love, Fail in love.

Karan was on cloud nine. Decked up in traditional attire, he was waiting for his bride to arrive. His heart was jumping and was at the risk of flipping out of his chest with excitement. He never thought he could get so lucky. And right beside him was his best friend Aadesh who was cursing his friend's luck. "Look at this fatso and shortso - The aged uncle who stopped counting his birthdays after turning 30." Aadesh thought. He was doing his best to control his tempers and sight a happy expression on his face. Finally, the endless wait was over and his sweetheart, Chandini arrived decked as a bride with her bestie Sanchi. On seeing the bride arrive at the temple, the men's hearts flipped simultaneously . Karan's with joy and Aadesh's with sorrow. With every flip it made Aadesh's spirits sank further lower.

The shy Chandini bowed her head with eyes down like a conventional bride. She never thought she would marry the love of her life after being house arrested. Life had taken a cute turn for her. Her friend Sanchi was equally happy for her and did her best to help her friend reach her love.

With a frowning and cringing heart, Aadesh could not help but reiterate the events from past which led to the present alliance. It all started when Chandini and Sanchi had joined their team at office. Karan instantly fell for Sanchi and Aadesh secretly admired Chandini though he never mouthed his views. Karan's choice for Sanchi was not out of admiration but was due to desperation. His mother had failed in procuring a suitable bride for him. And the 33 year old found Sanchi to be vulnerable and an easy target. His mission on weekdays was to impress Sanchi in every possible way and followed her like shadow. And Sanchi seemed to have 3 shadows on whole. One, her original shadow, the 2nd one being the aging Karan and the 3rd one, her bestie, Chandini.

The secret admirer and shy lover, Aadesh who seemed to be accompanying and helping Karan was actually following Chandini. And it irked Aadesh to see Karan drooling over Sanchi. According to him, though she was not as good looking as Chandini, Sanchi certainly had the charms that Karan didn't deserve. Many a times, he tried to turn Karan against her but failed. One day he said,
"Maccha! Do you think your mom will like her? I mean with the short hair and the western wear. Do you think your mom will take it well?" To which Karan replied, "Don't worry. Women change after marriage. They know that after marriage they can't continue like this." Aadesh gave him a 'no comments but I might slap you anytime now' kind of look. "You better think before taking any decision Karan. Otherwise you will end up facing the 3Ms situation." Aadesh said.

"Maccha! what is the 3M situation?"  asked Karan
"A bad relationship can lead to this kind of situation. First you think that you two are Made for each other. Then you would think that you are Mad for each other. And finally end up being Mad at each other."

But nothing could deter Karan's determination. Once Aadesh had even taken the risk by saying, "Chandini looks far more beautiful than Sanchi." to which Karan replied, "Maccha! Be reasonable. Why should I waste my time and effort on someone who is over qualified for me? I agree Chandini looks stunning but I am a practical man and know that I don't deserve her."

"As if Sanchi is what you deserve." Thought Aadesh with resentment. But his world turned topsy turvy when one day Chandini was house arrested. Sanchi spoke to Karan in a pannicky tone. "Chandini's parents have locked up Chandini and aren't allowing her out. She is left with no means of communication to talk to anyone. Not even me. They called up the HR to inquire about Karan."

"Hey relax and tell us what actually happened in detail." replied not so relaxed Aadesh while Karan kept gaping at her. "Chandini would often joke that she had a crush on Karan but I never took it seriously. And looks like she had confessed her love for him to her parents. And her orthodox parents can't let her marry out of their caste. They have locked her up in her room and want to get her married to someone from their caste." said Sanchi.

Shock was an understatement to what Karan and Aadesh felt at that moment. Karan wanted to jump with joy and do a tap dance but knew it would be too much for his body. Aadesh wanted to strangle Karan then and there. "How the hell this fatso gets my girl?" he thought but maintained his calm and refrained from punching Karan's nose. "Maccha! don't worry. I know that you don't love Chandini. Sanchi is your girl. Things will sort out and Chandini's parents can't harm you as you weren't aware of her intentions. Just chill. You can still get Sanchi" said Aadesh.

"Are you mad? Who in their right mind would reject an offer of  ghee ladled sweets to a cube of sugar?"  replied Karan.

"True that I tried for Sanchi because I thought Chandini would be tough to get. But when she herself has confessed it, why would I reject her?" elaborated Karan.

Aadesh could do nothing but curse his friend's luck. Sanchi had coordinated from then on to see her bestie marry the love of her life. She managed to get Chandini to the temple. Aadesh looked at the bride as if woken from a deep slumber. He wished to stop the marriage. He was tempted to call up her parents and give away her whereabouts but remained glued to the spot gaping at the stunning bride. "Hi Chandini! Lets have a selfie." said the groom. The bride raised her head a little slowly and her expression was not the one that Karan had expected. She slowly raised her finger pointing at the groom and said "Karan!" Karan uncreased his kurta with his hands and smiled. "Yes. I got this from Manyavar. Perfect fit. Right?" He said. "Sorry Karan there has been a mistake. I love G.V. Karan from sales department. I am so sorry."

The world seemed to be spinning for both Karan and Chandini. But Aadesh's heart did a somersault. He knew that Chandini didn't love him but his solace was that she didn't like this fatso. Nothing seemed to matter more to him now. And all the girls could do was stare at each other with a "We are in the soup now" look.

from my archives

Posting few poems that were written around 10 years ago. I was a pro on writing sad poems those days for no particular reason. I lost my dairy of poems but posting the 2 that i remember.

The Lost World

I feel I am an alien to this world,

Lost in my search for the warm and cozy world.

I feel the cold eyes all around me,

Crying when I am, they laugh with glee.

I feel my shadow ever haunting me,

Helpless as I am, they keep taunting me.

Thus I lay here - The solitary Soul

Pondering thus about this mystic world,

"There was a world when life once flourished,

But here I stand where love has perished." 

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ज़िन्दगी को हम युही जीगए,
लहू के आंसू ख़ुशी से पी गए|
दर्द हमारा चिपके रखा,
और वो हमे खुश नसीब समझ गए|
 

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cant remember others... Sigh! my diary

P V Sindhu????

Was busy and couldnt do this post sooner. But I wanted it to make to the August post so doing this in a last minute rush.

Lets talk about this pic that was shared on FB. Firstly, a big salute to all those women who maintain a balance between culture and modernity. But there's no harm if a lady cant manage to do it. I never saw anyone raising a brow when a man cant drape a dhoti or manage traditional attire. Seriously! most of them prefer to wear jeans to the temples. I dont have a problem with that and neither do i have a problem when a woman doesnt wear a saree or traditional attire to the temple.

Talking about feminism, its not about defying culture but it is about giving women the freedom to make their choices and hold on to their decisions. Feminism also doesn't mean that women and men can do similar tasks with same dexterity because they were born to be different. It is for us to respect each others differences and shortcomings. No. It doesnt qualify women for reservation. There is a huge list of Dos and Dont's for women. In the name of tradition, the women face lots of restrictions. Restrictions, that most of the times come in the way of their dreams, goals, aims and aspirations. Culture and traditions are man made and keep changing with time. The society has curtailed the Sati system. It has accepted that a woman need not burn herself in her husband's pyre. Then how difficult is it to accept that a woman needs to live the life she dreams of? why don't we accept that she need not kill her dreams and ambitions for the unknown prince charming or the almost extinct knight in the shining armor?

The pic of P V Sindhu holding a Bonam and going to temple in traditional attire is being shared on FB trying to tell every other woman to learn something from her. How about sharing Sachin Tendulkar going on an exotic vacation with his family? Comparision doesnt go well with men right? So does it with women as well. Next we would say Sakshi Malik can lift twice her body weight, every other woman should also try and do it. No Sir! it doesnt work that way.

I Wouldn't mind wearing a pallu over my head or making hell lot of sacrifices  for everyone around me until i lose my identity if it was not for my son. I feel that he deserves to know the real me. I want to make the path of the woman of his life less difficult by not setting wrong or impractical expectations for her.

I know i Know these days my blogs are not very interesting atleast to most of my friends. But i promise  i will post a story next. Thanks for hanging on

Finally, something important

This article is in the interest of the general public and most if it is based on the experiences I get to know from those around me. I don’t intend to point my fingers at anyone in general, for I know everyone is right with their own perspective. 

Having done with the crude disclaimer, here follows the article. It’s the most discussed topic these days and is more popular than the Trump vs Hillary chats. Its strange in the most weirdest way that when we are at the peaks of the feminist revolution, the actual cause of misery in a woman’s life is another woman. And that woman comes in the form of an in law, a Mother in Law (MIL) or a Daughter in Law (DIL). We can’t generalize and say that all MILs are cruel and bossy or say that all DILs are at fault as we find that few DILs we know are actually as good and sweet as nectar, and few MILs are too soft spoken and forgiving in nature. On keen observation, we may also notice that the sweet DILs are actually our daughters or sisters and the forgiving MILs are either our mothers or aunts. As I said, everyone is good as an individual but things get worse when they try to influence or rule over others lives. Sort of holding the reigns of others lives. There is always this generation gap and is actually difficult for a 50 or 60 year old to think on terms with a 30 year old lady and vice versa. And this is not a reason enough to hate each other.

When I get to meet my female friends, their common complaint is that it’s remarkably tough to juggle between office and home. But neither of them would stop working and sit at home because they prefer office over home where they are under the constant vigil of their MILs. Sometimes, I see women coming to office despite their illness and the reason behind it makes me sad. Back home, they are expected to toil constantly and have no hopes of finding any rest. And needless to say, they prefer office over home. 

Yet few cases I see the couple are often picking fights under the influence of their relatives. The woman complains her husband being influenced by his mom and the man complains his wife being influence by her mom. Its very easy to fall prey to such influences. I would request everyone to just sharpen up all your 5 senses, if possible even common sense and 6^th sense and use them first to drive some sense into your brains. This is meant for both women and men. Have your own individuality and try to draw conclusions from what you hear and see rather than believing every illogical and unsensical thoughts of your bad influential relatives. And don’t compare your spouse with your mom or dad. Remember that every individual is unique. 

I also find few MILs and DILs getting on very well and feel so happy and am often tempted to put a kaala tika on them. Yes, there are every different possible combinations of people living around us, it is upto us to work on our relations and do what suits the best for us but not at the cost of others interests. Learn to compromise before you expect others to compromise for you. Learn to appreciate others when you expect others to appreciate you. Life is too precious and rare a gift to lose for something so unworthy. Remember, there are counselors out there ready to help in such matters. 

I don’t want to go on with this melodramatic tone. As an under note I would like to add, there is a woman whom I admire and adore a lot. Someone, who is constantly burning like the wick of a candle trying to brighten up the lives of those around her, never giving up. If you think, you know that lady, please help her and share her burden, for you know that she is too precious to lose. PLEASE.

What I learnt from him

Any guesses who is the "HIM"  from the title? No. Not my husband.
Him = My Son.

I had always looked forward for guidance and advises from elders, books, history and google of course. But I never thought I would learn something from my tiny bundle of joy, my baby. The first and foremost lesson I learnt from him was that the best gifts of life don’t come wrapped in shiny packages. And ever since then, my son never ceased to teach me.

My son is 18 months old now. Wait a minute, did I say OLD? If 18 months is old, then I must be antique. Ok. Bad joke. Lets get back to the teachings. As my son grows in age, so do I as a mother and here is what I have learnt so far.

1.     Take no shame in letting your loved ones know that you need them: He throws tantrums when I am around yet busy enough to ignore him. He tries hard to gain my attention. Sometimes he even fake cries and indicates he bumped his head and is hurt and comes to me with stretched hands and beams as soon as I hold him in my arms. Well, mission accomplished.

2.     Accept it when you miss someone: When I am back from office, my son, jumps with joy and runs towards me with stretched arms and is all smiles. It makes me feel special and makes my day. He does the same when his grandparents come to visit him.

3.        Its okay to vent out your anger every now and then, but give an easy forgivance: He yells and shouts at me, clearly indicating that he is mad at me. But little coaxing and cajoling, soothes his mood and senses. And then, we are on friendly terms.

4.      Dance if the music says so: He dances to his favorite songs. Its not much of a dance and comprises of swaying, flapping hands and tapping feet. Its not graceful and does not follow any rhythm. But that doesn't stop him from dancing. May be we humans, were built that way. To dance to the music but are too civilized and shy away from doing so.

      Sky is the limit when you have your mom’s support:

      I usually hold my son onto the window grills and support his back with my tummy. He tries climbing further up or changes foot from one grill to the other and has fun in his own way. But one day, so as to make his fun moments funnier, I raised my son a little higher and let him hold onto the curtain rods. The room was filled with his giggles. Apparently my idea had gone well with him and I patted myself for it. Then he looked expectantly at me and pointed towards the tube light. PHEWWW!!!

      God is male:

      Yes. That’s right and I learnt it the hard way. One day I was feeding my son, the “fussy eater”. I secretly pray to God while feeding him that he should eat his fill now. Like any other day, he pursed his lips on seeing the peeled banana rush at his mouth. I patiently waited for him to open his mouth and deftly stove it inside, the moment his lips parted. I was happy for the tiny bite that I could force him to have and the very next second, he spat it out. With a painful look at the disposed piece of banana, I thought, “It would have been a lot more better had this piece landed in him tummy rather than the floor..” And lo! My son picked up the half chewed lump from the dusty dirty floor and swallowed. My immediate thought was, “Oh God! Not from the floor. You took it literally.” Had I known that God was listening to me at the moment, I would have been a little more specific. Now anyone rightly misunderstanding a female should be a male right? You get my point? Great!
 

Shopping. With my SON????

We went shopping with my son, a one and a half year old toddler. And the experience is worth sharing. My dear husband had taken up the duty of taking care of my son while I selected my clothes and after some time I hear squeals, loud and shrill. I asked my husband what the matter was. My husband looked around and very carefully whispered “He wants to go the women’s lingerie section.” I gave a stifled laugh a good scene it would have made, a man and a toddler checking out women’s lingerie. Pitying my husband, I took my son to the trial room with me. While I was busy trying the clothes, my son was deftly opening the latch of the trial room. Had a tough time there.

After selecting my clothes, we went to the kids section. I was given the task of handling my son whereas my husband took up the less challenging task of selecting clothes for him. This was when my son descended from my arms and removed his pant. Did I mention that he has a severe dislike towards anything that covers him below his waist? He squealed when I tried to pull the pant up onto his waist and I ignored his squeals. But to my dismay the security guard came running to see what the commotion was all about. He cooled down on seeing the source of commotion. I begged him to reprimand my child or to atleast glower at him so that he keeps quiet. But my pleadings were left behind by the toddler’s charm. He smiled at my son and left. Quite an insensitive guy. I turned at my son and tried threatening and coaxing alternately but he wouldn’t wear his pant. I gave in and dragged my son to his dad. On seeing his dad, he started pulling down his diaper. I couldn’t let this happen as I wasn’t carrying a spare diaper. My attempts at handing over the baby to his dad were turned futile as my son was clinging to me and let out few more squeals. As I dreaded, he managed to get rid of the diaper. I could take it no more and decided to take my half naked son to the loo. I deftly found my way to the loo while my husband was picking up clothes for my son. At the washrooms, when I waited for my son to pee, he tried to slip into the toilet seat instead. Luckily, my grip was tight and I didn’t let him slip. The dejected me, took him back to where his dad was. No. He did not pee in the toilet.

By now my son was cranky and was slithering down my arms. We decided to feed him before buying my husband’s clothes. We took him to Mc Donalds. Please don’t get judgemental at this point. We tried to give him healthy food at home but he spat them out. Just for a change we wanted to try some healthy junk for him. my husband ordered a Mc Aaloo tikki for the tike but he chose to have French fries instead. Very healthy indeed. He was standing on the table all the while and chewing the fries. His poor dad was busy holding him and I busied myself with my paneer wrap. When it was my husband’s turn to eat, my diaperless son, peed on the table. It took us some time to clean and we got my husband’s untouched food packed. My husband could no longer keep up with our menace and decided to go home and that’s how our shopping came to an abrupt end.

This is just a glimpse of 3 hours with my son, imagine what an entire day would look like. A roller coaster ride?? Now you know how I lost weight. For all those friends of mine who envy me for losing considerable amount of weight post pregnancy, I am sure this post has earned me some sympathy.

P.S. He spat out chewed lump of French fries on my lap while heading home. I wonder why he doesn’t swallow anything.