tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88128326497221601252026-04-05T23:40:13.872+05:30Once you are a mother, the little one turns you into a radically different being. One whose mind is so crowded with thoughts and feelings, and must get it out of her system. This is the space to vent those un-motherly (and motherly) feelings...and not implode within.Forever motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10053267141364034596noreply@blogger.comBlogger117125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8812832649722160125.post-40960641854792565692012-08-31T17:29:00.000+05:302012-08-31T17:52:14.133+05:30

This post will perhaps be my last...or my last in a long time. Or maybe I'll be writing more to spill out that whole gamut of emotions I'm going through....life's gone topsy turvy. After much running around in circles, mom was finally diagnosed end of last month as having lung cancer. In an advanced stage, but with fairly positive prognosis. Today we came back home from her first chemotherapy.

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I've decided this must be a tutorial. The mounting frustration for a woman, when her man can't take care of her when she's really down and out, is quite something, and adds to her illness. No, I'm ok at the moment. But when I do fall ill, I keep telling myself I must write this post. (All my dear friends who tell me I must talk it out with the hubby, tell him what exactly to do, I've tried

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WARNING: THIS IS A RANT. A LONG ONE. IF YOU'RE A MAN, PLEASE DON'T BOTHER READING THIS. YOU'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND. It's a rant that goes around in circles. Like me. I haven't been around a long time. But when emotions build up, this is really the place to come to. To vent vent, vent, cry out in words and go back to life post 7 p.m. and cook dinner like nothing really happened. Though I

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Hi guys, I'm back Quick explanation for not being here for well over a month: Just didn't feel like blogging. Quick explanation for suddenly making a comeback: reading Angelina Jolie's statement in the newspaper today morning! OOOkay.....so I'm sure we all read/heard/saw Angelina Jolie's statement about Everything important in life being related only to parenthood. You haven't?

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Been too blah to blog. Had a great vacation over two weekends ago and wanted to put up some pictures and write about it...but it never really happened. Meanwhile the Hubby was travelling, the Sonny Boy was ill, the ageing parents busy and cranky, my boss missing in action, and my life pure hell. In the meanwhile, lil boy had to be entertained. I'm starved these days for ideas. Bangalore

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I watched Rockstar on the day of its release and have been quite kicked about the movie. One, because, damn, Ranbir Kapoor has grown up! He's put in some serious effort into his role and looks convincing, making the film an endearing watch. Two, because A.R. Rahman's music is as much of the Rockstar as Ranbir is, needless to say. And yippeee Mohit Chauhan sounds suitably angsty for the Ranbir

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A quick post to say Hurraaaayyyy! Sonny Boy is in! He's got admission in this one school I tried in. Yeah, I know i gambled. But...what the hell! I know I've ranted at length about this "education" worry  on my blog before when i posted Why Do We Parents Worry So Much About Our Children's Education?,  and then Admission Admission: I Didn't Do It... so this is where it conclusively

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We are a nation obsessed with English. We are a nation obsessed with getting our kids to speak English, correct grammar and all, right from the beginning (yeah I swear on that by my Wren and Martin). An English-medium education is what we all crave for our kids -- everyone wants it for their kids -- from the household help, the vegetable seller, the dhobi, your neighbour, YOURSELF (myself

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If you are an Indian, your music, specially your film music, is an inseparable part of your life, isn't it? And so are the singers. And when one of these singers dies, it's as if someone in your own life has gone away. It's a voice that's been a part of your life, your growing up, your memories... Jagjit Singh's voice was one that you came running from the kitchen, if you happened to hear it

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Bah I'm back from a Sunday, and actually feeling peaceful at work. ACTUALLY. Despite the bitch of a boss and bummer colleagues who always dump me with work on go on vacations -- I've got loser written all over my forehead -- I'm just finally breathing deep in office. It's a nasty thing to say, but come on, you MUST have felt it too... sometimes, ok...at least this one time.... You know, really

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Why should I pee? Why is there sunlight in the morning? Why should I brush my teeth? Why can't I swallow the toothpaste? Why should I drink milk? Why hasn't the maid come in yet? Why should I go to school? Why does the earth shake when an elephant or dinosaur stomp about? Why does an elephant have so much strength? Why do I have to nap? Why should I wash my hands after touching my bum? Why does a

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Maybe intelligence is too loaded a word, maybe understanding is what I'm talking about -- not sure, though. Sonny turend three years old recently and he leaves me befudled by his understanding or lack of it of many things around him. Ok, before anyone can pounce on me, i know "he's only 3!!!" I'm looking at it in relative terms -- I'm not comparing him with other kids. I'm comparing it

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Mother's home. Mom's place. Tavaru maney... These are phrases that really hold a deep-rooted emotional umbrella of feelings over your heart. They shade your heart from the rest of the world. Yet, its so ironical how you feel so out of place in this same home you grew up in all your life, once you move out and have your "own" life. The umbilical cord connecting you to that distinct world "before

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I'm really excited. Today's the first time I made something with avacado (butter fruit) at home. It took me five minutes to make, that's the best part of it... And what a day to make it. It is Varamahalakshmi pooja today. We don't do an elaborate pooja, so I had time on my hands. But this is the fastest thing to make. A colleague had given me a ripe avacado from her friend's garden. So I

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Each year, Sonny Boy's birthday brings on the worries. I know it's hardly the feeling to be associated with birthdays, specially of your child. But only a mother like me who has an extensive web of relatives and friends living around, and who are more enthusiastic about your son's birthday than you are, (and whose parents pressure her into throwing a party ;-)) -- will know what I mean. And

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 Posted this at my other blog.....My attempt to lose weight and get healthy

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Sonny Boy rules my life (no, I'm NOT proud of it). He has rules for everything. He has rules for every ritual in his life  -- each activity in his everyday life is a ritual. I'm not joking, its FRUSTRATING. Here's what's pissing me off these days...I just endured an episode early this morning, at about 4.30 a.m. 1. Mummy must never pee. He seems to have SOMETHING against it. I have talked it

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It feels wonderful to celebrate landmarks. And this, officially, and finally, is my 100th post! (I had counted it wrong earlier hehehehhe). I was reading some of the first few posts I had written over a year ago, and was thinking, damn, did I write all this? But then, isn't that the point of blogging? To be able to put down in words all that you feel in that moment -- capture your

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Aparna of Adventures In Mommyland tagged me and threw this challenge in my face and others' -- to list five things we've learnt from motherhood (parenthood, I'm adding, so that dads don't feel left out). Two more friends and mommy bloggers she tagged have given enthusiastic responses: Uma of My Musings has already posted Aparna of Life As a Mom also has!! (enthu cutlets all) So I must hurry up

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Wow! I'm inching towards 100 posts...and to think that a few days after I started this blog, I had that oh-my-God-what-will-i-write-here-everyday-moment! I decided today I will NOT do what I always do on this blog -- crib, complain and whine. Instead I will celebrate the reason for this blog -- Sonny Boy and motherhood -- two things that sent my life, body, being, existence into

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It really hurts when you're judged as a mother, when the people judging you are your own -- friends you grew up with, spent the most beautiful years of your life with, and are fellow moms themselves. Met up with college friends over the weekend...it's s close-knit group of about eight. I took Sonny Boy to the meet since a friend had landed from the U.S. and hadn't seen him; every one wanted

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I watched a French movie last night about four Jewish women trying to find love in Paris. I slept like a log (touch wood) and woke up at 8 a.m. I woke up to a terribly quiet house today. I read the whole newspaper (almost) on the potty today I actually did yoga for almost 45 mins with no interruptions (except when the dhobi came to pick up clothes). I actually gardened for about 20

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Ok I have a recipe after a long time. I'm sure many people must be making this, or variations of it. But i'm so thrilled mine turned out great today and I must put it down for myself. I used to make it earlier but in the past three years, for some unfathomable reason, I had stopped. Including a dal in a subji/palya is a great way for me to mask the taste of a vegetable you don't like (i would

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So Sonny's done it again. He went to Hubby's hometown on his own, with just his pappa as travel partner. This is his second time in less than two months. I'm proud of him and the Pappa. But it's also the beginnngs of the "I'll cut the strings and run" syndrome that our kids are sure to be prone to as they grow up. He seemed so happy yesterday telling me he had fun without me, and will

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I suddenly realised, after I started a new blog that I'm just some 10 days from the fisrt anniversary of this blog! I've been travelling again (yes I left Sonny Boy again with my parents to travel on work for two days) and thinking a lot with the time on hand. I've decided to do something about my health in a positive direction. Staring with a decent amount of food control, exercise and&

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