Friday, April 07, 2017

F is for friendship

"You're friends with everyone!" said a neighbour. "How do you do it?"

"I'm not friends with everyone. I know most of the neighbours, yes. But that's only because I'm involved in organising all the social events. I'm not friends with everyone." I said, with a little internal sigh. It's the truth.

Friendships are hard.

No wait, friendships are hard in adulthood.

Recently, I read the book What Alice Forgot. Among others things, it made me wonder how cool it would be to have your best friend live across the road. Someone you could meet and hang out with whenever you wanted. Someone you wanted to meet and hang out with. I felt a tinge of envy.

When I was a kid, friendships used to happen so organically. I spent my school years in seven different schools and before setting foot in each new school, I'd always wonder (and worry, sometimes) if I'd find friends. Strangely, I always did. Without having to make any special efforts. In fact, each school I went to even had that one 'single' person waiting for me so we could share a desk and our lunches and our secrets and be 'best friends'. An important concept at that time. Best friends. Friends who met every day, never once getting sick of each other.

It's much harder in adulthood. What happened along the way? I guess things were never so complicated in childhood. You were friends and that was it. Your differences made no difference. If anything, it added that 'zing' to the friendship. Okay fine, Shah Rukh mera, Salman tera. 

Yes, there was drama (lots of it, in fact) -- competition, popularity, overlapping crushes, the works. But it was still somehow, very simple.

When did it get so hard to be friends?

I was still doing okay before Xena came along. I had friends, neighbours and colleagues I could talk to and meet whenever I wanted. Then parenthood -- the giant polarising factor in friendships -- struck, and it was all over. When I was not a mommy, I'd always wonder why my mommy friends were so busy. They had one kid, and all the help in the world. Why couldn't they make themselves available for one dinner? After I became a mommy, I realised how hard it was to meet up for a simple meal, especially with non-mommy friends who would not really get why it can only be that particular date and that particular time and that particular place we can go to.

But then a new world had just opened up for me -- mommy friends. Mommies who understood exactly why and how it was different doing things as a mommy. But then with mommy friends comes the flood of judgement. The very different way of doing things. Parenting philosophies and choices. I was okay in the initial years when Xena was a baby, because if mommy XYZ chose not to breastfeed for whatever reason, though internally I might have raised an eyebrow if the reason didn't meet my standards, it wasn't going to affect my baby in any way. So other mommies could choose to do whatever the hell they wanted to as long as Xena and I were not affected.

But as she got older, it was not just 'different mommies doing things differently'. Tolerance was out the window. Things started to affect Xena directly. Mommy friends started becoming annoying for me, and I started becoming annoying for them. I couldn't hang out, for instance, with mommies who refused to tell their kids off for bad behaviour, or who believed in letting toddlers 'fight it out and solve their own problems'. They couldn't hang out with me, the mommy who was 'too involved in her kid's life for her own good'.

With time, I started drifting further and further away from mommies I used to get along perfectly with, and it was all due to clashing parenting styles. I admit I can get a bit too strict about how I parent Xena, but that's how I want to do things. No weekly movie play dates for the kids, thank you. No daily juice drinks or packaged Milo offered to the kids as 'something healthy', thank you. No biscuits and cookies as daily snacks, thank you. No play dates at home where you just send the helper with the kid, thank you. No TV, thank you. No lipstick for my kid, thank you. Just as I had my quirks about stuff like this, I saw the other side too. Stuff that was ok for me, but not for others. The no-sugar, no-gluten, no-dairy, no-non-organic food mommies. I didn't fit in with them.

There were small things and big things, but they were things that drove a wedge between us. We all do it to one another. It's very hard to find that perfect combination that clicks, making for a smooth friendship.

Parenthood is so, so grey. You make your own rules and you make your own exceptions and then you go and break some rules for your own reasons. No one other than you can really get your rules. I know people who roll their eyes at my insistence on not giving Xena store-bought biscuits and cookies "because they are so sweet and so unhealthy", and yet baking the same stuff at home for her. (I just like to know what's in the food she's eating and I like to control the refined flour and sugar. I also strongly believe that homemade anything is infinitely better than the store-brought version. But I can see how hypocritical I can come across as sometimes.)

It was all so strange -- we were hanging out in the first place because of mommyhood. And yet, it was that very mommyhood that was driving us bats about one another. Here's the thing -- with each of us having such specific ideas, and those ideas directly affecting one another's kids, it's gotten harder and harder to 'just be friends'. With parenthood, it's not easy to 'live and let live'. You can tell yourself a thousand times 'thou shalt not judge' but the reality is that at some point, you will say to yourself, "I'm not letting my kid be exposed to that."

Though I've never regretted that fact that my life has over the last six years pretty much revolved around Xena, at some point, I realised I had reached a point where I craved some adult friendships. Like real, physical friends. Not Facebook friends. Not WhatsApp friends. Not friends who live in another country. Among my closest friends, half are not in this country, and I manage to meet the other half who do live in Singapore only once a month (if our schedules work out, that is). Working from home is awesome, but it makes the problem of the lack of adults in my life even worse. There is no tea break, water cooler gossip, group lunches, which after a point, can get to you.

It was great when the sister-in-law was my neighbour because here was an adult I could get along with, be friends with and because she's single, have no kid-related judgement issues with. We could literally hang out almost every day -- and because she also worked from home -- at any time. But then she got a fabulous job in Bangalore and moved away. And that's when it suddenly hit me that I had lost my only 'colleague'. Now it's just me in a giant office, staring at my computer.

I've tried 'friendship trios' (doesn't work; quickly escalates into something too political to be sustained) and even the occasional mommies' night out. I mean, if the kids are out of the equation, it wouldn't be so bad to maintain friendships, would it? Wrong. During one of those nights out, we swore that we wouldn't talk about our kids at all, and so we only talked about them maybe 97.8% of the time. And so we were very very careful about what we said. Anything you say or do can and will be taken against you. 

The other mommies' night out never happened because just as I was stepping out of the house in my new dress and with make-up on (Hey, I work in my PJs. Stepping out, all dressed up, is a big deal!), one messaged saying she was too tired and the other messaged suggesting we should cancel and the third just never said anything at all.

For someone who thrives on plans and routines and schedules and discipline, even when planning a 'night of fun', it was too much. I realised right there that that was it for me. Trying to 'make friends' like this, was too hard. This felt odd. Where was the friendship? The part of life that is supposed to make you feel light and happy and relaxed and make you want to spend time together?

Is it even possible to have friendships that start off organically anymore? I can't remember the last time I felt "I think you're cool and I'd like to hang out with you more" about someone instead of "Gosh I have a kid too so we should totally become friends so we can take a moment to sip chai and make careful small talk, while the little buggers play with each other without driving us crazy".

I'm going to have to stop doing that now. Xena will not be my wingman wing-girl for finding friendships anymore. No more mommy-friendships, or rather, 'friends just because we are mommies'. I have realised I have neither the youth nor the patience to go through any more forced friendships. If it has to happen, it will.

If not, oh well. 



Thursday, April 06, 2017

E is for E.T.

As part of our 'space programme' at home, we have been talking about planets and stars and of course, the most exciting aspect of it all -- the possibility of aliens.

Viv and I decided that the movie E.T. will make it to our carefully curated list of stuff that Xena is allowed to watch. So one weekend, we sat down with her and watched the movie. Gosh, I couldn't remember most of it. I also kept wondering where the part was where E.T. gets his (her? its? Ok, let's stick with 'his') magical powers from the sun. And then I realised that I was confusing it with Koi Mil Gaya! Double sheesh!

Towards the end of the movie, when E.T. realises that a spaceship is on the way to pick him up, he's shown to be super excited. So excited that it makes for a comical moment in an otherwise grave scenario. Xena was very amused at his antics.

"Mama, why is E.T. so excited??"

"Because he's finally going home!"

"But why is sooooooo excited??"

"Hmmm... Imagine if we all went somewhere and you got lost, and you're all by yourself for days, and you don't know where Mama and Dada are. Wouldn't you feel scared?"

"Yes, I'll be very scared. I'll cry."

"So wouldn't you feel excited if you found out that Mama and Dada were coming to get you?"

"Yes." She nodded wisely, "But Mama..."

"Yes?"

"You have to come in a spaceship."



Wednesday, April 05, 2017

D is for dinosaur-themed party

So my little dinosaur-obsessed dinosaur turned 6 last month. And obviously, I didn't pause even for a moment to think about what her birthday party theme should be. I'd already done the thinking almost a year ago, when I'd sneakily planted the idea of dinosaurs in her head.

You see, I have my own 'syllabus' for her in mind when it comes to the things I want her to learn about. Because of my work, I'm really familiar with the primary school science syllabus so I come up with topics that are not in the syllabus (just so things don't get repetitive and boring when she starts science at school) and plant the ideas in her head. Inception. Muahahaha. It starts off by sparking a conversation about the most fascinating aspect of the topic ("Imagine an animal roaming around on Earth, which was as big as three school buses..."). Then all I need to do is pick up some relevant books from the library and the rest of the stuff happens on its own.

When the dino boom happened, not only did her knowledge and reading skills improve tremendously, it had some nice side effects for me too. I'd leave her in a room with 10 or 12 dinosaur books and she'd be all set for an hour or so, while I furiously did my chores or had a teleconference or whatever it was I needed to do without any disruption. Then I'd come back and she's enlighten me with all sorts of fun facts about dinosaurs.

There were some other cool perks too. When the dino-obsession started, she started asking for dinosaur pizza and dinosaur dosa and dinosaur paratha and what not. So here was my chance to sneak in more vegetables. Imagine a pink (grated beetroot mixed in batter) dinosaur dosa or a green (atta made with spinach puree instead of water) dinosaur paratha. The dinosaur shapes somehow made food more interesting and palatable to her. Ek teer hazaar nishaane. 

She's a real authority on dinosaurs now. She knows dinosaurs I didn't even know existed. And she says their long and complicated names so casually, it's hilarious. "Mama, look! This baby pachycephalosaurus is so cute!") Yesterday, she and her friend were running around, roaring, and I asked them what they were supposed to be. "Mama, we are gallimimuses." I swear I had to google to find out what the animal (and the spelling) was.

So, for her 6th birthday party (it was a modest one, with just us, in-laws and some close family friends), we went full dinosaur. Prepare to be bombarded with dinosaur-related stuff. You've been warned.

The decor was very basic, but I'd ordered this giant dinosaur balloon online as the 'centrepiece'. It arrived literally days before her birthday! Phew!

Of course, she had a dinosaur T-shirt on...

...and a dinosaur tattoo to complete the outfit. 

Mom-in-law and I made mini-idlis and decorated them with these dinosaur toppers I'd ordered online. (Oh online shopping, what would I do without you?!) In case you're curious, the orange idlis were made with batter dyed with beetroot juice. 

I made these dinosaur crackers using dinosaur cookie cutters (that I'd ordered... where else...). 

They went really well with a dip I'd made using Greek yoghurt and chopped jalapenos. The crackers disappeared in no time. No one spared them, kids and adults alike. 

And of course, there was the cake. I made the dinosaurs with marshmallow fondant and used dinosaur moulds to shape them. 

And the inside had a colourful checkered pattern to match the dinosaurs on top. (These days, I'm so obsessed with 'surprise inside' cakes that I'm starting to find 'regular' cakes a bit boring. It's a little scary, to be honest.) 

This is how a slice looks. Now tell me you want to eat a regular cake slice which has the same colour throughout??!! Hehehe!

I'd melted some semi-sweet chocolate chips and chilled them in dinosaur moulds. Voila! Cute chocolate dinosaurs, which served as the perfect topping for dessert -- homemade brownies and ice-cream. 

And finally, the party favours -- dinosaur toys for the kids to assemble!

I think it's safe to say that the 'home term' on 'dinosaurs' has pretty much come to an end, with this party being the crescendo. The next term's topic I've incepted in her head is 'space'. (The solar system used to be a part of the primary science syllabus until some years ago when it was ruthlessly plucked out. No one knows why. I reckon someone high up at the Ministry of Education was really really fond of Pluto, and just couldn't take the news.)



Tuesday, April 04, 2017

C is for comments

Recently, I wrote a post, fangirling over Coke Studio Pakistan. I'm still in that zone, listening to the songs day and night. The songs just don't leave me. They are in my dreams and in my head and now also in Xena's head because they're always playing in the background. (She knows Afreen Afreen, Uddi Ja and Ala Baali by heart, but gets all shy when I try to record her crooning.)

Though I have created a playlist of my CSP favourites, once in a while, I let the autoplay function surprise me. Sometimes, the surprises are so amazing, I have to look up from my work to see who/what it was, which made that divine sound.

Once in a while, I'll also scroll down to read the comments. The top comments are almost always from an Indian, and the replies to those comments almost always lead to a mini Indo-Pak war in the comments section. Sometimes, the language and words used by both sides leave a very bad taste in the mouth. (I've been to Pakistan and had the loveliest experience there, and I do have a soft spot for the people of Pakistan, so it really bothers me to see any kind of inherent hatred between Indians and Pakistanis for no reason other than just their nationalities.)

However, in the midst of all that hatred, there are many many comments that are witty and heart-warming and sometimes both at once. Last week or so, I started compiling some of my favourite comments to be made into a post, and they just happen to nicely fit today's C post!

Enjoy! (The teesra bhai from Bangladesh really cracked me up!)

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I am a indian but i love this song a lot...

You guys are so good all you're songs are amazing. Indians love Coke Studio Pakistan.. Lots of love and friendship from India

This is the reason i can never possibly hate you. Love, India.

m so glad to see all love comments from Indians that's how we should be together

WOW I M FROM INDIA
RESPECT U GUYS
RESPECT UR COUNTRY
KEEP IT UP
STOP FIGHT

I'm a proud Indian Hindu Brahmin but this master piece has a universal meaning and truth. It is being played in my home every morning after Hanuman Chalisa..,!! 


I am Indian and kattar hindhu but this song have addicted me and I get energy from it

6k unliker must be Honey Singh type listener

very often witnessed comment from indians "' i am indian BUT i love Paki songs / music "' lol as if being an indian u are forbidden to love and respect and praise any thing paki ...

bhai tum india se ho ya pakistan se kisi ko farak ni padhta...music hai...kam se kam isme toh batwara na karo!

pehle Indians phr Bangladeshi phr Brazilians phr Kenya 2 3 saal or rukjao phr Mars se Alliens bhe yaha comment karahe hunge LOL

it's sad to see our people fighting even in the comments of YouTube videos. Let's accept each other for the sake of humanity and make love, not war. :)

Bhai music ko to baksh do ....yahan to india pakistan mat khelo...

Pakistan has more prettier talented chicks than our country :( !!!

haha in Partition Quade Azam was wise, he brought all prettier girls here and Gandhi Jee was kinda simple seedha saadha banda so could not think of that :P

You have aishwarya, Katrina, Deepika, Kareena etc and most Pakistanis are crazy for them! The thing is its ghar ki murghi daal barabar... In Pakistan Mehwish, Momina, Viccaji sisters, the top actresses like Mahira Khan and Ayeza Khan, newcomers like Hania Amir, all female actresses aren't respected or loved as much by their own people as they are by people across the border. So it's like you like our actresses and singers and we like yours 

Take Rahul Gandhi and KRK, give us some of your musicians.

All are yours, bro. No division between brothers. 

only one place where indian and pakistani guys saying love you each other. we should play coke studio in both countries parliaments. it might help.

I'm a grown ass man. But why does this song bring tears to my eyes?

As a pakistani, we've to admit that Indian people are lovely and open minded except few racists, the way they've appreciated the songs and performances of pakistani artists is just unbelievable

India aur pakis tan ki larai Dekhi nahi jati...

Toh mat dekh.

kya kahe rahe ho yaar.....is gaane me ladaaii kaha se aagaii...... zara aqal mandi dikhaao....na ki apni jahaalat


Massive respect and love for the Indian people. 

Love and positive vibes! From India


Love and respect from Pakistan

hey love to India and Pakistan from aapka teesra bhai (bangladesh)

Our PM : Narendra Modi and Pakistan's PM : Nawaz Sharif should hold their bilateral talks in a coke studio. Who knows it might help

damn, you pakistanis got some fuckin talent!! (let's kill the older generations and be friends again already!!) : Indian

I have to say this I love this song even though I don't understand a word 


Divided by borders united by music #Peace #IndoPak

The British destroyed everything.

Coke Studio should replace UN. It has helped Pakistanis and Indians come close to each other, more than United Nation can ever do in it's life span

happy to see us talking so nicely! :D #peace #From_India

tnx brother respect and love from pakistan everybody from both side love each other bcz same tradition same culture just border among us

India + Pakistan = Worlds Strongest Musical Power..!! (And Strongest Cricket team as well)

ONLY PLACE where INDIAN's and PAKISTANI's are sending LOVE to each other.

Play this song (Aafreen Afreen) at the border of Pakistan and India, we will stop fighting for 6 minutes and 40 seconds.

INDIA and PAKISTAN ke jang se pehle CS9 ka Finale dekh lo sab.


lol the amount of love between indians and Pakistanis in the comments section
even if 10% of this love reaches the border it will be enough to create peace of several 100 years :)



Monday, April 03, 2017

B is for books

For someone who was obsessed with books as a child, the number of books I have read in my adulthood is rather embarrassing. Appalling, actually.

In my school days, as soon as I'd get home from school, I'd pick up a book. It didn't matter that it was my fourth time reading it or the eighteenth time. It didn't matter what kind of a book it was; I was always surrounded by books. I grew up largely in small towns all over, and so whenever Dad would go to 'cool cities' like Bangalore or Calcutta on business trips, he'd come back armed with loads and loads of books. My sister and I would literally fling ourselves at the piles of books.

Unfortunately, when adulthood struck, for some weird reason I felt a total disconnect with books. It must have been the damn Engineering textbooks. Ruined me for life, I tell you.

I used to dread being asked the question, "So which book are you reading?" which some people ask everyone they know (or don't know, or just met). As if you're always expected to be reading a book. Hmmph! "I deal with enough books at work, thank you." This had been my (rather lame) excuse to myself all this while. Of course, when it comes to work, I'm surrounded by books, but they are curriculum-related. Textbooks, assessment books, revision guides, etc. Stuff that parents purchase and kids loathe. I possibly couldn't answer a "So which book are you reading?" question with "Oh, I just started on the Science PSLE Revision Guide. Deep stuff. Makes you really question the idea behind the PSLE. Also makes you die a little on the inside." or "Oh, I just finished Process Skills to Ace Your Science Exams. I feel like it has really helped my, er, process skills."

Of course, I've been reading to Xena since she was three months old, so that way, I've still been surrounded by books. But it's different. It is indeed joyful reading to/with her (and now, listening to her read to me for a change), but the joy comes from her and the process, not from the books themselves. I'm not reading them, or listening to them being read to me, for myself. Our weekly library trips are all focused on the books she'd like, books she'd find funny, books that would influence her in a good way.

Last year, when Viv's sister told me she's in a book club, I was quite psyched out. "And what exactly do you do in a book club?" I remember asking her. So she told me all about her book club sessions and even took me through some of the discussions they'd had on particular books. I suddenly felt curious. Interested. Maybe the book-loving part of me that I had left behind in my pursuit of adulthood had suddenly woken up from a deep slumber.

So when one of my neighbours started a book club, I was the first to jump in. I wasn't sure if I would survive it, considering we only get about three weeks to finish each book and with my work and Xena and thirty thousand household chores, I just wasn't sure I wouldn't end up at the book club meeting like Rachel from F.R.I.E.N.D.S talking about Jane Eyre, the feminist cyborg.

Well, surprise, surprise -- not only did I end up finishing the first book (Gone Girl) assigned by the book club before time, I realised I'd loved the feeling of getting back to books. I couldn't wait to read the next one. In fact, I started on another book before we were even assigned the second book. My book club meetings happen about once a month, and somehow, I've been able to find time to read two in that time -- one for the book club, and one for myself.

And when do I read them? Ah, good question. When Xena has her swim lesson, I sit by the poolside and read. When she's at her dance class (more on that in another post!), I plonk myself on a bench outside the classroom and read. Not having data on my phone really helps. When I'm out and about, with time on my hands, there is nothing else I can do but read.

And I'm loving it. I feel like that kid again who would rush home from school, looking forward to her books. I had, in fact, a rather alarming moment when once I managed to finish all my office work by 11:30 am, and I had about an hour before I had to go pick Xena up from school. Two choices faced me -- I could either get back to reading my book or I could watch an episode of Koffee with Karan (I'd not had any time to watch the new season at all). I started watching the first episode, and within 5 minutes, despite the presence of SRK (whom I worship) and Alia (whom I adore), I'd switched to my book. I couldn't believe it. I, the big Bollywood fan, had skipped KWK, the big Bollywood show with the big Bollywood stars, for... a book. Me?!

In many ways, reading a good book is like watching a movie by yourself in the theatre (in terms of the grandeur), but infinitely better. One, it doesn't seem like a sad thing to do (though I have to admit I have gone solo to the theatre rather proudly one or two times, but I did come out thinking that it would have been much better with company -- irrespective of whether the movie was cool or crap, more so if it was crap). With a book, solitude is not just welcome, it is necessary. Not only do you use your imagination to colour the story as you're reading, no one else is involved or interfering with the process, so there is no pressure to laugh, cry or show other emotions at expected places. You can feel and think whatever you want. You can go at whatever pace you want. You can love it or hate it or be unaffected. It's all between you and the book. It's also interesting how a book you love can be loathed by others, or vice versa. Makes you really think about how different people are from one another.

I'm loving this phase of my life. Xena seems mildly amused at the fact that her Mama now "has her own books to read", but I hope it's setting a good example for her. Once in a while, we sit down next to each other with our respective books and read. What bliss.



Saturday, April 01, 2017

A is for Africa

So our first vacation this year was in... Africaaaaaa!

Okay fine, the truth is less exotic than it sounds.

We went to Mauritius for our 10th wedding anniversary, and to be honest, until I started planning the details of the vacation, I didn't even know that Mauritius was geographically considered to be a part of Africa. I always thought of it as something similar to the Maldives -- an exotic island in the Indian Ocean. Probably a part of Asia. So when I found out that it was "in Africa", I got really excited.

Even more excited was my mom because she'd never even dreamt that she'd have a chance to go to Africa one day. Instead of saying that she was going to Mauritius, she told her friends, relatives, neighbours and anyone who cared (or didn't) that she was going to Africa. (In my head, I could imagine her saying casually, "Haan, main woh zara Africa hokar abhi aayi.")

Oh, did I mention we planned the vacation as a full family affair? Parents, in-laws, sister-in-law, all inclusive! Unfortunately, due to a family emergency, the in-laws had to cancel their tickets at the last minute, but the rest of us made it. (Not my sister, of course, because Trump is now President and she should not leave that country until he's impeached and casually tossed in the general direction of Mexico.)

Mauritius was beautiful and relaxing. Travelling with the full junta party was, as expected, a mixed bag, but overall, we did okay. I think. Well, the fact that I'm already dreaming about the next full-clan holiday is a good sign, isn't it? It just shows that in spite of the insanity, it's worth it.

Here are five unique things I experienced when we were in Africaaaaa, okay fine, Mauritius!

The Air Mauritius inflight safety video
I loved Air Mauritius. Their flight attendants were inherently 'smiley' and I felt that their service was even better than Singapore Airlines (and that's saying something). However, their inflight safety video was, for lack of a better term, very odd. Kinda alarming AND hilarious at the same time.

So they show a family vacationing in Mauritius and simultaneously going through the motions of inflight safety. For example, they are shown donning their life vests, jumping off a cliff, and frolicking in the water in their life vests and blowing the rescue whistles with huge grins. Then, they are sitting under palm trees in their beachwear watching their kid make a sand castle, and suddenly oxygen masks drop from above, and they put them on. Seriously. I kid you not.

I guess you can say they are trying to make the safety video more 'watchable' by doing things a little differently? Injection of (questionable) humour? I really couldn't make up my mind about how I felt about it. Check out the full video below!




La Vanille Nature Park
Mauritius has tons of places where you can see animals, but I picked La Vanille for its giant Aldabra tortoises. Spanning 35 hectares, La Vanille is not what you'd call a 'zoo'. It felt more like a forest safari. There were tons and tons of animals, but the huge tortoises were the superstars. Just as spectacular as I'd imagined them to be!

We saw many, many tortoises from really close quarters. Many were older than 100 years and weighed about 200 kg on an average! The guide told us that they were very used to the human touch, and showed us how to touch them without losing an arm.

Dad's delight at the Mauritian flora 
Mauritius has a huge variety of plants, trees and flowers. HUGE. Everywhere around us were trees full of colourful blossoms. And though my dad is a retired banker, in his heart of hearts, he's a simple organic gardener, who is enamoured by anything that posseses chlorophyll. Oh, the number of times I lost it because he wandered off in the opposite direction, mesmerised by some unique-looking plant or flower or fruit! But in a way, it was heartening to see him so delighted at all the flora around him.

Contrary to what it looks, he's not harvesting cauliflowers in some random farm. He's giving Xena an impromptu lesson on cauliflower farming! 

Catamaran sunset cruise
On the actual day of our anniversary, I'd booked a sunset cruise with Catamaran, and it was surely the highlight of the holiday. Picture this -- we are on a boat without any life jackets, drinking wine, and the captain casually tells us to go sit/stand/lie down on the net fastened to the front portion of the boat. Directly above the water! At first, I was a little apprehensive (I'm a terrible swimmer), but my brave little sis-in-law took the first step and I just couldn't resist. Mom was flipping out. In fact, she was the only person who stayed in the covered part of the boat. Even my Dad succumbed to the pull of the net!

One of my favourite moments from the holiday

Of course, how could my mini-me be far behind? At one point, she lay face down on the net, peering through the gaps and excitedly yelling, "MAMA, I SEE FLOWERS IN THE WATER!" Umm.. corals. 

Xena's birds
Air Mauritius had given Xena a gift pack, containing a crossbody bag, a pack of flashcards featuring the unique birds of Mauritius, a cap and a set of colour pencils. (Take that, Singapore Airlines!) In no time, Xena had learnt all about the birds and was even quizzing my hapless parents on them!

There she is, giving Grandpa and Grandma a mini tutorial on Mauritian birds.

Her favourite bird was the Mauritian fody, and at one point she demanded that all of us start addressing her as Fody. She also gave Viv a nickname -- Dody (after the extinct Mauritian dodo, but modified to rhyme with Fody).

Even days after the holiday had ended, she was drawing and colouring pictures of Dody and Fody. It was so heartwarming.

If you're keen on more details about the vacation, I've finally finished the day-by-day account of our trip on my travelogue -- Hopscotch.



Thursday, March 30, 2017

April is coming...

Sounds ominous, doesn't it?

It's almost time for the annual A-Z blogging challenge! That crazy month of April where some crazy people write a blog post every day of the month, except Sundays.

And yes, I'm jumping headfirst.

I think I'm past that stage where, come March, I'd wonder if I should do the challenge. Viv travels every April so I need to take over his duties of dropping Xena to school and brushing her teeth and putting her to bed at night, all of which eats into my work time (and work always seems crazier than ever before in April; Murphy is my chacha after all!), keeping me in a constant state of panic about what to post every day. But now I've reached the stage where I just calmly tell myself, "Of course you gotta do it. Of course there will be daily panic attacks. Of course there will be total chaos. But there will also be FUN. Think about that!"

Soooooo... here we go -- it's ON!

Are you joining the challenge? As a blogger or a reader?



Monday, March 13, 2017

Cokehead

I have been a fan of Coke Studio Pakistan since... forever. I don't remember what my initiation song to CSP was, but I remember my first thoughts: "WHAT SORCERY IS THIS? WHY IS THIS SOOOO GOOOOOD?"

Strangely, over the last few years, I've not kept myself updated on CSP. However, last week, this link popped up on my FB feed, and I couldn't help but click on it and then go on to listen to every single song listed there. Memories came rushing back, and I went straight to Youtube and listened to every song from Season 9. I went completely bonkers over Shamaan Pai Gaiyaan (soooo refreshing to see Rachel Viccaji get out of her backing vocalist seat and own the song like a boss!) and Uddi Ja (Uddi Ja initially took up a 3D2N residence in my head but now it's refusing to vacate!), playing them on loop all day long, until Xena protested, "Mama, I need to fill my head with other songs. Your songs have gone inside!"

(I know, right?)

Eventually, I stumbled upon 'Khaki banda' and after about two listens, I got the exact feeling that I'd got when I'd heard my first CSP song. "WHAT SORCERY IS THIS? WHY IS THIS SOOOO GOOOOOD?"

No, seriously. The lyrics, the music, the emotions, the singing (especially Ahmed Jahanzeb's voice -- HOW CAN ANYONE SING SOOOO WELL??? HOWWW???) -- it's the kind of stuff that can leave you goosebumpy and teary-eyed at the same time.

Viv didn't get why I loved the song so much, so I tried to explain to him how meaningful and humbling the lyrics are and how the song is about our ego and how we simply have no right to think of ourselves as highly as we do yada yada yada. He nodded along apprehensively, and I said, "I mean, the song title itself -- khaaki banda... is so deep and meaningful. Wait, you know what 'khaaki banda' means, right?"

"Of course," He said. "Policeman."

Okay, where's a pillar when you need it badly to thunk your head on?

Anyway, good things must be shared, so here you go -- be mesmerised by this mind-blowing piece of sheer musical genius. (Make sure the CC option is on, so you can get the lyrics AND the translation.)





Saturday, March 11, 2017

Her word against mine

"Mama, is this cell farting?" Xena asked me.

I jumped. "Who? What? Where?"

"Here." She pointed to a page in the book she was reading. It was a cartoon showing the process of fermentation in pizza dough. A yeast cell was shown to be, yes, farting.

I was surprised that she knew the word. Contrary to what every parenting book and website suggests, I have not made any conscious effort to teach her the proper names of body parts and body functions. In fact, I almost fell down laughing when I overheard a lady in a mall toilet ask her 2-year-old if he wanted to "pass urine".

I know I know. It's high time. It's the right, safe thing to do. I should probably stop asking Xena if she wants to "pee" and "poop" and ask her if she wants to, you know, "pass urine" or "pass motion". (I think both of us will fall down laughing.) On some levels, it might just be the mommy in me hanging on to Xena's fast-disappearing 'baby-ness'. She still uses words like 'bum-bum' and I don't even have the heart to 'correct' her.

Yeah, so back to the 'farting' thing. It was not a term I thought she knew, even though it falls midway between the formal 'passing gas' and the informal whatever-she-called-it (I was about to find out soon).

"This..." she pointed to the 'cloud' near the yeast cell's bum-bum. "Is this a fart?"

"Yes, it is a fart indeed." I answered. "But tell me, what does 'fart' mean? Do you know?"

"Oh Mama," she said in a chiding voice, "'Fart' is just the English word for 'bum-bum burp'!"



Thursday, March 09, 2017

Tooth and mail

My child looked different when I went to pick her up from school yesterday. She was also doing some kind of crazy, tribal dance, in the audience of an amused teacher, another parent and a couple of kids.

"I PULLED IT OUT!" She exclaimed the moment she saw me.

So, after more than a month of shaking, Xena's first baby tooth finally fell. Or like she says, "It didn't fall, Mama! I PULLED it out! In the middle of the Chinese lesson. Lao shi (teacher) said 'congratulations!' and helped to pack it for me in a paper towel. My friends hugged me."

Last night, she put the wrapped tooth and this letter under her pillow.


Thankfully, the "tooth fairy" had set aside a super shiny coin for the occasion. Phew!