Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
The Offspring (TO) has been introduced to the world of peer pressure. He has met the "popular" kids, met the jocks, met the goody two-shoes and is trying to fit into the whole ecosystem as we speak...erm type. Being of a slightly more touchy disposition, TO is at times inclined to want to change schools... Continue Reading →
For every student who dabbled in Psych, Sigmund Freud is a part of the study one couldn't escape. He was the pit in the cherry or any fruit that you had to eat around and eventually spit out. And now I'm doing justice to both my Psych and English Litt backgrounds by using metaphors and... Continue Reading →
Red and I impose parental controls on TO's digital media views and mainly their content. It's not so much to keep him away from profanity (he gets a dose of that when I drive) but also to keep him away from concepts that he may not be able to understand and end up getting freaked... Continue Reading →
I don't always deal well with extended weekends where my kid's a part of the equation and Red isn't around or not going to be around to be a buffer. We, TO and I, get along well for a few hours and then I feel like asking his school principal to keep the school going... Continue Reading →
Whether it was because of my turning a year older recently or me seeing that my child is slowly getting into the big kid phase of his life; I have been nostalgic to the core. It's a very visceral feeling for me. For every parent there can be a near-constant contradiction when you see and... Continue Reading →
So here we are again...had to be, right? Birthdays being the yearly thing that they are. I am happy to report that the girth hasn't kept up with my age. It would make turning 40 *quite* traumatic. As time goes by, I find that I settle into these little traditions on certain days; birthday lunches... Continue Reading →
I came home from running an errand to find Red and TO at lunch. Red opened the door and told me with his usual straight face that our child was telling him a VERY interesting story which was catastrophic in its scope but had some pockets of optimism and redemption in it. So it goes... Continue Reading →
My native language is Bangla. Am not entirely proficient in it. I can speak it but the "purists" can usually gauge that I'm not one of them. Apparently it reeks of being an "outsider" aka from outside the hallowed boundaries of West Bengal. I can manage to read and write it but it'd be better... Continue Reading →
Monday to Friday my child looks at me as the incarnation of the Wicked Witch of the West+her flying monkeys all rolled into one. Weekends I do the same to him when he gets up before I want him to. Cue Elton John singing 'Circle Of Life' in the background.
I belong to the Wren&Martin generation. It was ground up, chopped, blended, diced and shoved down our throats till the knee jerk reaction for anything pertaining to grammar and syntax meant reaching for our copy of W&M to confirm its accuracy. Fast forward a couple of years when colloquialisms rule the roost. There are differences... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 