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 →
Lost In Translations#501
TO has an accent. We're not sure which country it belongs to. It's a relic mishmash of whatever animated programs he's grown up watching. He, however, doesn't know Hindi; a language he loves listening to songs in. His pronunciations are decidedly foreign and poor dear Alexa often has problems deciphering what he wants. The new... Continue Reading →
Lost In Translation #234
That's a random number by the way. It just seems like there's way too many lost in translation situations with TO. Today's was hilarious because of the kind of kneejerk reaction TO gave to the whole misunderstanding. So the boy needs a haircut and as has been the case with the past few haircuts, he's... Continue Reading →
Palpitations On A Saturday Morning
In the paraphrased words of Dolly Parton- I stumbled out of bed and tumbled to the kitchen and to pour my self a cup of salvation...and stopped still. There was a small rat on my dining table!! I was still sleepy and did not have my wits about me so I swayed in one place... Continue Reading →
9
Red and I completed 9 years in our parenting journey. They have been a lot of things but never dull. We were handed a longish and skinny baby who filled out quickly enough and we couldn't stop nom-noming on his cheeks, his nose and all his little limbs. You have never been digustingly mushy and... Continue Reading →
Summer Holidays…Why Moms Crumble
If you're a mother...chances are that you more than just like your kid. Who could resist them? Imps, scamps and monsters to the core but dammit if they aren't the cutest ones at that! The reason the charm of the summer holidays wear off so quickly...for moms, is that the child is always looking... Continue Reading →
Roadtripping: Part Deux
When I was a child, summer holidays were partly spent at my grandmothers' homes and part of the time was spent in exploring touristy and slightly off-beat destinations in and around wherever my father was posted at the time. Travelling 6-7 hours in 40 degrees plus temperatures (Celsius mind you) without air conditioning in the... Continue Reading →
A Blog A Day-Day 3
The offspring was an ADORABLE baby. He was plump in the right places without being a mini-sumo and he was always gurgling and drooling away to glory. Didn't cry much and definitely did *not* sleep much either but that's a complaint that'll never get old so we'll keep it for another day, another time. The... Continue Reading →
Of Middle Fingers And Snakes
I recently changed my ride from a hatchback to an MUV. When I say recent I mean just a few hours ago. I was picking up the offspring from school and he was happily frolicking in the backseat, bouncing with joy and making crinkly sounds in the plastic covers that I'd not had a chance... Continue Reading →
My Temporal Lobe Hurts
I have a great memory for useless trivia. I have a pretty good memory for remembering everything my husband didn't do but should have. I also have a pretty strong recall for little things with the help of even vague-ish associative cues et al...but getting to the fag end of my 30s, my (declining) memory... Continue Reading →