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The Baby Diary - 1


And I am back, with no promises to be regular, but I hope to be a lot more frequent here. Its time to get back to blogging. Its been a crazy few months now after the delivery. Here is an update from the boys :)

We have completed four months yesterday. We wore clothes that our chachu and chachi got for us from Hyderabad. We have come a long way from our days in the NICU. Our doctor says, we are doing well. We would like to tell you more about all that we can do.

Aaru: "I can now turn to one side, mummy needs to give my bum one push and I can turn on my stomach. However, I am still figuring out how the hand comes out from below the tummy. I hear my naani and mummy discuss that in another fortnight I should be able to learn to do that too. Right now, daddy or mummy help me to take my hand out. I raise my head and try to look around the room from different angles. Its fun!! I have learnt to screech and scream at the top of my voice, and everyday
my mummy and daddy make me screech on the phone to whoever calls up. Everyone thinks its funny... tee hee! I *think* I can scream louder than Angad. If you want to hear me, call me anytime between 6 - 8 pm.However, the time is subject to change, without any prior notice.

I have learnt that my two little fists are a lot more tastier than the milk I generally drink, so I put those in my mouth instead and mummy goes crazy trying to make me drink milk. I love to kick the person
sleeping next to me at night, so if you will sleep next to me, you will feel my tiny feet kicking you. Mummy wakes up, makes me sleep straight and I wait for her to be asleep and I am on the move again.

And I forgot to tell you about my girlfriend(s). I have two. I can look at them for minutes together without batting an eyelid. They both love it when I do that. Everyone at home says that I will be very romantic when I grow up. Tee Hee

Angad: "Hi everyone! I do more or less the same things that Aaru does,but one thing I love is to wake up at 5 a.m and nudge my mum and/or dad awake. They wake up bleary eyed, and try to pat me back to sleep, but I am smart, I scream my lungs out and I laugh so loudly that they try to hush me by taking me in their lap and tell me not to scream so loudly, lest Aaru wakes up. I am too lazy to turn though, I will turn but at my own pace.

Right now, I am fascinated by my fingers and I love to look at them the whole time. Sometimes in the evening when mummy is making us wear our night clothes, Aaru and I decide to have a screaming competition and we both love doing that!

One thing that never fails to amuse me is Aaru crying *giggles* , I just cannot hold back that smirk everytime he starts to cry. The other day, he bugged me, when I was drinking milk. He just did not stop. I pulled the bottle out of my mouth. moved my daadi's hand to the side and shouted at him "OYE" thrice. He kept quiet after that incident.

The other day daddy and I had a nice picture session in the balcony. I wish they would take us out more often. I have learnt to focus now, but for a short while, but my daddy has his own thoughts! He thinks I
cant focus for a long time. He thinks I am not seeing him, but I am tooooooo clever for him, I look at him when he is not noticing. I am smart!

Mommie says: Well that's what they do now. More updates when they complete 5 months. The pics will however be uploaded regularly :)

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A letter

Dear Mr. Terrorist,

I hope you are having a good day. I wish I could say the worst for you, but I cannot, that is simply because you are the worst, and you probably cannot get higher than that. Wishing something horrible for you may just be the best.

You must be happy at the thought of the terror and panic you have created in the people of Mumbai. Well, let me tell you something that you are already aware of. Mumbaikars cannot be scared. Even though I don’t stay there anymore, I have spent four years of my life in that city. I will probably not respect any other city as much as I would Mumbai. Mumbai taught me what it means to get help from a random stranger on the road, while you were wading in the murky waters, scared about where to take next step. I experienced fear when I was cut off from family and friends for over 24 hours, unsure if they had managed to reach home safely or where they were. I knew what safety was, because travelling alone at home at 3:00 am did not scare me. I knew what humanity was, because people gave people clean water and some biscuits to eat to quench the thirst and hunger in July 26 incident. And they did not know them.

I also understood that nothing stops the city. The people are back to their jobs, battling for security and not knowing whether this is their last ride from home. It really doesn’t matter if you have escaped the bomb blast 100 meters from you. Life goes on. It really does. You are back to the grind called life that awaits you. The spirit of Mumbai is to never give up, and we will battle the hardships that come across our way. I’ve known Mumbai, and will always believe that Mumbai is one city that welcomes people from all walks of life. No one thought if the food grains they donated during the floods went to a marathi manoos. No one really thought if the blood they were donating went to a person who was or was not a Maharashtrian.

We lost three of the most respected and feared officers from the Police. They died protecting us without giving a second thought to a family that would be waiting for them at home. My heartfelt sympathies are with their families. When I saw the ATS chief on television, I thought to myself, “Does this guy know what he is getting into? There are chances that they may not get back home, “and I woke up to the news of this death. I don’t know him, but it saddened me. Sodid the deaths of the Additional ACP and the Encounter cop.

Each new channel wants to get an upper hand over the other, while one boasts about getting an exclusive e-mail sent from somewhere in Russia, another raises the quantity of RDX found near Bade Miyan. Why can’t these channels report the right things and just give us the truth. Why id everything blown out of proportion and distorted? Why does one have to show the blood spattered floors of Leopold and zoom into a random face and say “this man is terrorised and traumatised.” Of course, you jackass, so am I even while I am sitting in the comfort of my home and getting worried because I cannot reach my friends in Mumbai. What do you expect the man who has just witnessed random people being shot at in front of him?

A random Minister, scrambling for some screen space called it as the most shameful attack on India. I ask, were the rest of the attacks not shameful? Our *respected* Prime Minister has not yet addressed the nation. Is India so used to militants attacking us and disrupting the harmony, that this is being treated as a one-of the oh-so-frequently happening incidents? An Emergency meeting has meeting called, and yes the PM will address the nation later criticising the shameful act of terrorism, and how India will not succumb to any of these attacks. India has brave sons, and all mothers will be ready to sacrifice more sons to protect the motherland. He will also talk about how they will nab the terrorists as soon as possible and make India a safe place. Yes, those empty promises will surface again, its election time.

I just wonder when will all this end. We need someone to thrash people into their senses. We do.

Additions

Some LJers knew about it, and so did a couple of people off LJ. A lot of thoughts went into the decision making. After a lot of advice and assurances from friends, J & I took the plunge. Yes, we have a new addition to our family :) Thanks to everyone who helped us in the trying times.  

teemusyou were one of the select few to get the news, please suggest a name for her.

 




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Jul. 22nd, 2008

Life is beautiful when you get to work and have a parcel waiting to be opened. You dont wait till you get back home, rip open the packing and admire the smooth bottle inside the package. Sniff the fragrance and its heavenly. What makes it better is when you get a gift despite the fact that it is *not* your birthday! I love such days.

Thanks a ton teemus for making my day! 

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Watched The Dark Knight over the weekend. Totally loved the movie and Christian Bale. Will watch it again this week.

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Reading has taken a backseat.Need to complete the latest Percy Jackson book. 

A wish and wishes

 
In a world, I’d love to live...when I wake up I’d like my customary glass of lime juice, honey and warm water ready, waiting to be sipped. The maid would ask me what I would want to eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I’d have a variety to choose from. I’d have a wardrobe that would detect my mood and recommend me to wear clothes that would suit my mood for the day. I’d have a shoe closet full of Jimmy Choo’s. The weighing scale would never show me weighing above 52 kilos. My book would open at the exact page I was reading and I’d read a couple of pages before I went to sleep at night.
 
In the world that I live, J and I start a poke war every morning, at the stroke of 7:30 when the maid rings the doorbell. “Please, you open the door for her today, I swear I will wake up early the entire next week”, type of statements are exchanged, which of course, never see the light of the day. It’s a nightmare to think of what to cook for the meals. The weighing scale shows me what I weigh. No matter how many fruit diets I go on, the weight stays the same. I reach out to the first ironed T-shirt I see in the wardrobe, don a pair of jeans, and wear the sports shoes and dash out to work. I take the meal I cooked the previous night for my lunch. When I don’t, I head to the restaurant below my workplace for some oily, overcooked meals. I don’t have any bookmarks at home, so I memorise the page number before I keep the book down, and no matter how hard I try I can never recollect the page at which I had stopped reading, and I realised that I have been reading the same page for the past 2 days, and just that one page, because I am ready to sleep after reading that one page.
 
This is life. And I hope that someday I will live in the world that I would love to be.
 
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I’ve written about her earlier, and wouldn’t mind doing it again. She is definitely one my very favourite people. We can discuss movies, people, books, useless stuff, and very useless stuff. Here is wishing crabbycool a very happy birthday. I wish you a fantastic day and an equally fantastic year ahead! I miss the days of Bottles and Chimneys. I truly do.
  
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Yesterday I saw a rainbow after years. I was thrilled to bits when I saw it. Clicked two pictures. At times like this I wish I owned an SLR. My wait is a month and a half away. Nikon D 40X is on the agenda when I travel to Malaysia next month.
 
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I finally have some time to myself starting tomorrow. I am making a list of movies that I want to watch. I watched Yojimbo last night, and I am in total awe of Akira Kurosawa once again. I shall complete the book I am reading “Percy Jackson and the Battle of the Labyrinth”. Movies to watch tomorrow:
1. Seven Samurai
2. Grease– Part 1
3. Jaane tu ya jaane na
 
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I know that I have a lousy haircut, and I am waiting to just snip off my hair really short. But first I need to find a good hairdresser. 

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And I need to stop obsessing about things that are not possible. 



         
Last movie you saw in a theater – The Happening, which was oh-so NOT HAPPENING!

What book are you reading – Percy Jackson – The Battle of The Labyrinth

Favourite board game – Scrabble and Monopoly

Favourite smells – Wet Mud, Petrol, and some of the fragrances I use.

Favourite sound – Music, preferably the 80’and early 90’ please. Babies chuckling and babbling.

What is the first thing you think of when you wake up – Can I manage to sleep for 5  more minutes ???

Favourite fast food place – Lots!

Future child's name - Not thought of.

Finish this statement. "If I had a lot of money, I'd" – Travel to London, Egypt, Paris and some other places I want to see. Buy another home.

Do you drive fast - I don't drive at all.

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal – No.

Storms - Cool or scary – Scary. Scarier if I am alone.


What was your first car? - Hyundai Santro Xing

Favourite drink – kingfisher Beer

Finish this statement. "If I had the time, I would..." - Catch up on my sleep, reading and watching movies.

Do you eat the stems on broccoli? – Yes. I love broccoli.

If you could dye your hair any colour, what would be your choice? - Dyed already to Rich Auburn.

Name all the different cities/towns you have lived in – Ranchi, Meerut, Bareilly, Secunderabad, Aurangabad, Devlali, Akhnoor, New Delhi, MUMBAI, PUNE.

Favourite sports to watch – Cricket and FIFA (only when the cute guy with the long hair, sporting the hairbands are playing)

One nice thing about the person who sent this to you – No one sent it to me. 
I was on LJ saw it and copied it.

What's under your bed? – It’s a storage bed, so extra mattresses, quilts, suitcases.

Would you like to be born as yourself again? – Heck no! I lead a damn dull life. Paris Hilton, maybe! Or Maybe Shiloh Pitt!
Morning person or night owl – Late Evenings

Over easy or sunny side up - Latter.

Favourite place to relax - Home

Favourite pie – Apple pie

Favourite ice cream flavour – Rum and Raisin, roasted almonds

Of all the people you tagged this to, who is most likely to respond first? - crabbycool, cos she is as bored as I am,rileen because he asked for it!

Who gets tagged next - Anyone who wants to answer and of course & crabbycool rileen & spottysri&on9thheaven

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Rambling on, as usual.

"Did I ever tell you, your father was the best kite-runner in all Kabul. He made all the neighbourhood kids jealous. He'd run the kites, and never look up at the sky. Some claimed he was just chasing the kite's shadow.  But they didn't know him like I did. Your father wasn't chasing shadows. He just knew. That's all."

-from the movie, The Kite-Runner.

I had been planning to read this book for a while, but never got around to do it. In the days of the unemployment, I downloaded the e-book, with the thought to read it. But the idea of sitting in front of laptop, and not being able to turn the pages of a book, did not particularly thrill me. Two weeks ago, on an unplanned visit to Chennai, I picked up the book at Higginbothams, the book store at Chennai Airport.

To some on the LJ list, if you haven't read the book, and plan to read it, ignore my post. Its not a review, but my thought and perspectives on the book and the movie.

When I started to read it, I did not stop. I completed the book in a day. My heart was heavy and I felt sorry for the protagonist, Amir Quadiri. Through the earlier chapters, I felt anger seething in me for what he did, My heart was with Hassan. The boy who gave up a lot of things for his master. One particular section in the book was when Hassan was asked if he stole Amir's watch. 

An excerpt:

They'd both been crying; I could tell from their red, puffed up eyes. They stood before Baba, hand in hand, and I wondered how and when I'd become capable of causing this kind of pain.
Baba came right out and asked. "Did you steal that money? Did you steal Amir's watch, Hassan?"
Hassan's reply was a single word, delivered in a thin raspy voice: "Yes"

I flinched, like I’d been slapped. My heart sank and I almost blurted out the truth. Then I understood: This was Hassan’s final sacrifice for me. If he’d said no, Baba would have believed him because we all knew Hassan never lied. And if Baba believed him, then I’d be the accused; I would have to explain and I would be revealed for what I really was. Baba would never, ever forgive me. And that led to another understanding: Hassan knew He knew I’d seen everything in that alley, that I’d stood there and done nothing. He knew I had betrayed him and yet he was rescuing me once again, maybe for the last time. I loved him in that moment, loved him more than I’d ever loved anyone, and I wanted to tell them all that I was the snake in the grass, the monster in the lake. I wasn’t worthy of this sacrifice; I was a liar, a cheat, and a thief. And I would have told, except that a part of me was glad. Glad that this would all be over with soon. Baba would dismiss them, there would be some pain, but life would move on. I wanted that, to move on, to forget, to start with a clean slate. I wanted to be able to breathe again.

I waited for this scene to unfold, and strangely it did not overwhelm me as much as it did when I read the book. 

I wanted that, to move on, to forget, to start with a clean slate.

It makes me think of the times, I lied as a kid, to save my skin. I don't know if I got someone else in trouble, to be honest, I don't remember, but sometimes these kind of books get back a whirl wind of memories. Reading this book reminded me of a totally unrelated incident. I must have been 6 years old, invited to dinner at my father's colleagues home. The colleagues wife, served me food. I was eating, and had the mouth full, when she approached me and asked, "Beta, do you want anything else"? I wanted to reply a "No" after swalloing the food. I think I realised that it would take me time to do that, and I decided to nod a "No"  to her. Just as I did she, she asked me another question, "You did not like the food?" My nod coincided with the end of the question. I was mortified. To this day, I wonder what the lady would have thought of me.

When I got a chance to watch the movie a week later, I did. My first thought, as always is why cannot a movie be as good as the book. Why are details missed out? Throughout the movie, I knew what was supposed to come next, and when it was not shown, I thought to myself, "Wasn't this an integral part in the book?"

Like the time when Amir asks his father if they could have other servants, the faher at that time is gardening, but in the movie, they show him in the house, climbing the stairs. In the book, Amir picks up a fistful of sand, after his father refuses to entertain that thought and watches it flow through his fingers, and thoughts race in his mind. I wanted to see that scene. The scene where Amir knows in his heart that he's created that distance betwwen him and his father once again by asking that stupid question. If he could turn back time. 

If he could turn back time. I wonder how many times I could have done that, bitter notes excahnged after a fight, things that you don't mean, but yet blurted out. The book got back a lot of thoughts, and I'm still thinking of things that were meant to be. 

The book is depressing, and read it if you are sure that incidents from the book won't stay in your mind for a long time. I am left with thoughts of Hassan and Sohrab. And if you've read the book, let's share thoughts if you want to.

Some pics below, a still from the movie and the book cover and a view from my balcony today. 


::Summing up::

Happy with life. Pleased with myself. Loving work. Trying to prioritise my needs and wants.Tired of setting up the house. Loves the new flat. Loves the cool breeze at night. Loves standing the balcony looking at the hills. Positive feelings. Cold in the AC. Sometimes cranky. Sometimes moody. Missing mom. Thinking too much. Wanting to buy another home. Making to-do lists. Hopes of winning a lottery. Hooked on to IPL. Rooting for Deccan Chargers. Meeting new people. Feeling old. Waking up early. Developing patience. Trying not to swear often. Hooked on to Text Twirl. Waiting for Lost. Waiting for the maternal instinct. Drinking too much coffee. Screwing my cousin's happiness. Not doing anything to lose weight. Raging a poke war in FB. Waiting for the launch of Iphone in India. Hasn't yet used the video cam at home. Saving money for the SLR. Wants a peaceful night's sleep. Will make chawal ka kheer on the weekend. Misses the bitching sessions. Misses Mumbai. Has found a new place to eat pork.


Loving these quotes: 

There is nothing so useless as doing efficiently that which should not be done at all. :Peter F Drucker
Coffee, Chocolates,and Men - something are bette rich: Anonymous

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Dec, Dha and the Kya toh bhi Chargers!

IPL kickstarted with a gala opening. Useless debates raged on television on the semi-clad cheer leaders and the mixed teams. Was this the end of cricket? Who cares! I loved the format and concept and chose to support Deccan Chargers. Of course, once a Hyderabadi, always a Hyderabadi. 

They lost the first match to the Kolkatta Knight Riders. Sad. I let SRK bask in that glory. Oh well, never mind there were 13 more to go. Then came the Delhi Daredevils. Sehwag wrapped up the match in 13 overs. Disgraceful.

Par kal raat ko full dil toot gaya. Itta galeez defend karte! Chee! Match ich nahi khelna wo howle loga.

 A friend called as soon as the match was over and his first words were " I called you because, tuich mera gham samajh sakti" ( You are the only one who would understand my sorrow).We spoke about the match and talked about how we were the only Hyderabadi supporters in our offices. 

And when you walk to work, you are greeted with "Kya fraud team hai" and "kya Deccan chargers jeetenge bole the. Kya hua" statements. I could as well support the Rajasthan Royals! The most underrated team has defeated Deccan Chargers and Kings XI. 

And to other's who have been taking some interest in my support of the Deccan Chargers:

Chaitali: Yes, the lights did not go off because the Kolkatta team was not playing! :P 
jayasankarvs - one more wisecrack from you, and you shall be out of my friend's list :P ( I am sure I will get enough now! )
George: Hang in the there man, our players, err I mean prayers will be answered


Yet another friend wrote: http://walkersez.blogspot.com/2008/04/hyderabad-blues.html

teemus and yours truly have put up this poll. Please vote. Suggest new names, if you want to. We will love it.
Poll #1176814 Re-Christening Deccan Chargers.

What should they be called now?

Deccan Chokers
1(12.5%)
Dhakkan Chargers
4(50.0%)
Deccan Chipmunks
0(0.0%)
Lakshman and the Chipmunks
0(0.0%)
Any other name? If yes, please share it with us.
3(37.5%)
Note: Non-LJers cannot participate in the poll. We request you to leave a comment (on what your answer may be) and your name . 

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