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A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
The brat got off the school bus with two holes in the school uniform that hadn't been there when he'd got on the bus in the morning. When I asked him (with a slight frost in my voice) he told me that a "Screaming Death" had made the holes. For the uninitiated, a Screaming Death... Continue Reading →
Imagine having to catch an early morning flight. With a 6 year old in tow. First there's the getting up part: which can be smooth as silk or rocky like the mountains depending upon how badly your kid wants to go on the trip. Then comes the incessant babbling about going to the airport through... Continue Reading →
I am currently in what I imagine is a near-Cinderella stage. Drippy nose, swollen face and mopping up the red blood (poster color) that MLM generously painted on his T-Rex's teeth and pretty much all over on an off-white tiled floor. I fall back on the worst threat in my arsenal aka am going away... Continue Reading →
There are days when being a parent seems akin to being a modern-day Sisyphus. Or did I mean Prometheus? Either way it's a (Greek) drama of epic proportions and you end up wishing someone or the other to Hades atleast once. Finit. Posted from WordPress for Android
At this time, if you Google Ahmed the results that will come flying are only about the teenager who was mistaken for a terrorist by a supposedly over-cautious, over-anxious, overzealous school. But it seems to that there are again, two sides to every story. Ahmed Mohamed. Who is he? Just a person of color? A teenager?... Continue Reading →
Why two and a half? Well..I might not get everything out with just two cents worth ergo the extra half cent to properly cover the bases. Without further ado let me mention that this blog post is about the now uber scandalous Sheena Bora Murder Case. Initially it was just the online editions of the various... Continue Reading →
'Paaglaami' is a favorite word of the Bengali people. It means madness. The word paaglaami is derived from one of the uber favorite words of theirs as well..."paagol". This word is never said in a droll, flat manner. Oh no..the word paagol is uttered in a manner which reeks of food being relished and tasted thoroughly... Continue Reading →
A kid gets a cold and a mother's world spins out of whack!
Well WE aren't six. We're mid-30s and staying that way till the big 4-0 rolls over and flattens us into pancakes. The brat is 6. And has a nasty case of sniffles and a hacking cough. Oh joy. A year older and about to be pumped full of meds. Which kid doesn't want that? We... Continue Reading →
This is how a day with a kid who's home sick is likely to go: Teeth gnashing. Foot stomping. Angst. Frustration. Sleepiness. Annoyance. Howls. Ire. Pouting. Sulking. Swearing (albeit mildly). Refusing to eat. Looking at the world with a jaundiced eye. Growls. Snarls. Roars. Miffed murmurs. And that's all you. What does the kid do?... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 