Mucho Loco Motoring

TO loves to dance. He does his own thang and is unabashed about it while at home or in any place he feels comfortable. He’s lithe, has expressive eyes (which he widens mainly for more effect) and he loves to twirl, swirl and get his groove on. Any song he likes becomes our party track…

Of Romance and Fried Eyeballs

Four years ago I wrote this blog post and I’m still laughing about it. Sometimes all the way to the loo because when Red ends up being funny inadvertently, it’s bad for my bladder. One of the biggest yarns ever spun in my home is about Red getting a 92 in Hindi many moons ago….

A Peppy Earworm

“Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena Que tu cuerpo es pa’ darle alegría why cosa buena Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena Hey Macarena” The offspring has been introduced to the joys of Macarena courtesy Hotel Transylvania-3. It was a silly movie with funky songs popping up at silly places but you know kids…they love…

Of Deaf Leopards&Animal Scat

I’d overslept this morning and headed out to the gym midday, MLM in tow. Boy! That should have tipped me off exactly what would ensue while driving those measly 4 kms. But by all means, let me wax on and wax off Daniel-San! Sorry, couldn’t help the last bit. Watched the original movie after ages and…

Of Mat Jumps and Face Packs…

I don’t consciously try and make the blog titles esoteric or cryptic even..they just pop out of my head, all baked and ready to go. Quite like how this happened. And in case anyone is interested (Pshaw! Yeah right…) how that happened…read it right here. Onto the actual stuff I wanted to convey…I’ve been doing…

The Sitar Diaries- Anatomy of a Sitar

Last Friday I went to a neighbor’s house and saw a veena propped up in a corner. And it brought to mind the little time that I’d spent learning to play a sitar. It made me think of this series of blog post titled- The Sitar Diaries which will explore the structure and form of…

When My Mom Learnt To Rock

My parents are fairly cool. I say fairly because given the fluidity of our lives during my childhood and adolescence they were usually ok with most of the things they came across when dealing with me. One of the biggest changes came when we relocated to US for a few years while I was still…

Nothing Surprises Me…I’m A Mom!

Ermm…that’s a contradiction actually. Nothing does surprise me because a child’s mind is SO elastic that it works in ways I can’t begin to imagine and wish it didn’t. And yet when the unimaginable (for adults) happens it’s also a surprise because the offspring chose to do (read destroy) yet another thing in his own…