Boo Boo, Mamma and Daddy

 I am: Very warm person.
I think: positive.
I know: and accept my mistakes and short comings.
I want: to be loved and wanted.
I have: a loving a supporting husband.
I wish: I could undo some of my mistakes in the past.
I hate: when people keep on BS’ing and some other people agreeing to the BS.
I miss: the 6 mths old booboo, best times they were.
I fear: failure.
I feel: sleepy (current status).
I hear: the first cry after booboo was born, every time I close my eyes..
I smell: nothing specifically smelly around me.
I crave: freshly made mango pickle.
I search: my search is over, found my soul mate..
I wonder: what happens after death..
I regret: certain things I did in the past.
I love: booboo and M.
I ache: meet my grandmother
I care: for every living being
I am not: a pessimist.
I believe: in live and let live.
I dance: like no one is watching me.
I sing: I do not.
I cry: when M hurts me.
I don’t always: like to be surrounded by people
I fight: for injustice towards women.
I write: random stuff, no sugar coating.
I win: when there is no hope.
I lose: when I put my best efforts.
I never: cheat.
I always: give what I expect from others.
I confuse: people. No one understands the real me, take time.
I listen: to my mind.
I can usually be found: looking at booboo while he is asleep
I am scared: of death.
I need: some alone time with myself.
I am happy about: my life as a whole.

I am totally swamped at work and down with a terrible cold. Yesterday took a half day off from work to see the doctor. She prescribed me an antibiotic which I bought from the pharmacy and went home around 4:30. Turns out I am not capable of resting at all. So I will stop complaining about how little time I get to relax. So instead of lying down I get into the kitchen, and start cooking dinner and call husband to find out if he wants to finish grocery shopping before picking up booboo. He was ok with the idea and I was there in front of his office at 6:00 to pick him up. Finished the grocery shopping and got booboo and reached home by 8:00. Bathed him, fed him and while baby and daddy were playing I lie down on the couch all exhausted. I could not take a day off today as I am totally swamped. Looking forward to Saturday. One of my friends is visiting me from CT. Coming week is going to be super busy. So wish me luck with that. Have a good weekend y’all.

I am

40% carrie

30% Charlotte

20% Miranda

10% Samantha

Who are you out of the four? Find here.

* most used proxy for gmail in whole world–If you find out please do not forget to share it with me.

* why should we go to six flags–I do not believe in giving free advice.

* kareena kapoor’s haircut–How the hell would I know the details about her hair cut.

* cherries good for lungs–for LUNGS????

* guy look himself in the mirror after hai–You totally lost me here dude.

So finally summer has arrived and that too with a big bang. AC’s are out, Jacuzzi is refilled with fresh water and some chemicals added to maintain the ph. M finished his release successfully, this kept him working till the early hours of Saturday. Today their team is celebrating by going out for drinks followed by a movie. Needless to add I am super jealous.

Saturday we spent most of the day cleaning, cooking, eating and relaxing in the Jacuzzi. Boo boo loves it there and threw a tantrum to come out. In the evening we went to the nearby Balaji temple. Its always nice to see so many fellow Indians, for a moment I forgot this temple is not located in India. Women wearing tradition Indian dresses, little girls wearing pattu langa (there are the moments which make me wish for a girl) and Indian jewellery, visiting parents, pulihora and payasam and prasadam makes me totally emotional. Booboo loves it when I apply vibhuti and kumkum on his forehead and demands me to apply it in front of every idol there. And then every time M makes a sashtaang namaskaram in front of the god booboo copies him immediately and says govinda govinda. He doesn’t like the tirtham and tries to spit it out the moment I put a drop in his mouth. Somehow he will not eat payasam if I make it at home but in the temple he ate a small bowl. Came home finished dinner and put booboo to sleep. I crashed on the couch while M was clearing the table and loading the dishwasher.

Sunday morning was spent making breakfast, cleaning the second floor, 1st floor and basement. Lunch was rajma chawal, which is booboo’s favorite. He slept immediately after lunch and we wasted no time getting into the Jacuzzi. This was followed by lunch and booboo woke up as I was clearing the table, just in time. We started watching “Race” and at some point I drifted to sleep and M managed booboo. This is what I do not like about afternoon naps, they do not feel enough yet you loose a few hours out the precious Sunday afternoon, which can be utilized to finish some chores. Made the evening tea and we all went out for a walk. This is when the summer heat hit us good and strong. Came back home at half past nine. There was a huge list of chores to finish and we had so little time. I started feeding booboo and M disposed the garbage, we ate dinner, I cleaned dishes while he started ironing his clothes. By the time I managed ironing the formal wear it was 1:00 in the night and we decided to call it a day.

Ps., did I mention about the cold and body pains. Happy Monday everybody.

and becoming the crime capital.  Sad but true.

How I wish things improve.

 Tagged by Aditya

This is from he Bloomberg Markets, July 2008 edition. ( I know its not a book, but that’s what I was trying to read for the last 3 days)

I Tag, 

Childwoman, Keerthi New, Kiran, Satish Bolla & Swathi

* We have a fourth person (I am not sure if I can call a soft toy “person”) at the dining table these days, The purple dinasour “Barney” aka “baaji”. Boo boo makes sure “baaji” eats food, drinks water and milk.

* M was pulling an all nighter at work yesterday and I got to spend quality time with booboo. He ate rice crispies after coming home from work / day care followed by orange juice. He plaed the doctor and gave me a full checkup which included an ear examination by poking the device into my ears.

* We practised throwing M&M’s at the trunk of his fire truck. At the end of the practise session we had to clean the dining room which had M&M’s scattered all over.

* I received an email from a person about one of the posts I wrote few days back.

* Fell asleep on the couch watching chelsea lately. Woke up half past 12 and dragged myselg to the second floor, after this process, I could no longer sleep. So I also pulled an all nighter chatting with my friends in india. I enjoyed it. And today that leaved me yawning all through the day.

I have been thinking of writing a post on my take about the whole “maiden name”, “married name” drama.

It is a common practice in most of the countries (atleast the ones I have been to or people I met from) to change the girls maiden name (father’s family name) to husband’s family name. In certain cases I have also seen people changing the first name of the girl, and in this case this girl looses her complete name and acquires a totally new name, new family etc.

This one time I asked my mother why her name is different from her brother, father and mother’s last name ( I was may be 9 years old at that time). That was the first time she explained how a girl gets married and moves on to the boys family and takes up his name and how she then has to abide by the rules of that family and take care of her MIL and FIL. She even told me how the girls parents are not supposed to take any gifts from the girl, as her parents no longer have any rights over her money (if the girl is working). I will not call my mother old fashioned as this incident happened some 21 years back and this is how people used to think back in those days. I clearly remember my reaction to what she said, I was very angry and felt its an injustice towards the girl and her family. And then I told her my intentions of retaining my fathers name and even passing it on to my children and how I will support them (my parents) financially once I start working. My mother said, this is how all the girls feel till they get married. I begged to differ with her and mentioned that remember this and one day I shall prove my words.

So I got married to the guy I loved the most. He is the most understanding, funny, smart, intelligent guy. Day after my wedding FIL proposed to get my name changed in the official gazette so that there wont be any legal problems (somehow I missed discussing this whole name_changing_after_marriage part with M during our dating days) and also change my name in the office records, bank accounts and passport. So practically he wanted to wipe out my total identity and create a new one altogether. Taking up husbands name also meant I take his religious identity (he practices Jainism and his family name is jain too) which was one more thing to think about. But as a new bride and with all these changes happening in my life I somehow could not say no to my FIL and within few days M spoke to out lawyer and told him about this whole name change thing. So the whole process was completed and I was supposed to go to the court and take a oath in front of the judge and give up my maiden name and take my husbands name. And I did go to the court also and then I saw this woman who was there for the same purpose as I was then within minutes the judge was asking her if she is willing to give up her name and how it is illegal to use her maiden name going forward. This sentence stuck me hard and got me thinking. Using ones maiden name can get them into trouble? Was this some kind of a joke? I mumbled into M’s ears immediately and walked out of that place feeling very happy and relaxed. M was totally cool with my decision and life went on. Onetime my FIL received an email from me with my maiden name in the ID, this annoyed him and from then on he does not email me. One day I was telling my mother about how I did not change my name and reminded her of our discussion long time back. She was surprised.

I am not at all saying it’s the right thing I did or it’s the wrong thing. I followed my own belief. There are women who are more than willing to take up their husbands name, and there is nothing wrong with it. All I say is this decision should be left to the girl and not the in-laws or the society to decide.

When ever he likes something I feel a sense of comfort. Being a vegetarian and picky eater is not so easy here in this country. So I was talking about Friday evening when M, me and booboo decided to finish grocery shopping in the evening itself and utilize the weekend better. Booboo did his share of shopping also, one box of strawberries and one box of cherries. We also got the DVD of “tashan”. So it started on Friday night and he carried some leftover cherries to his day care today. He was eating these fruits like before& after breakfast, lunch and dinner. And also I made him a smoothie with banana and strawberries.

Now talking about Tashan, it was an absolutely trashy movie, I guess Anil Kapoor should act and dress up as per his age, Its high time now. What do I say about Kareena Kapoor, god knows what started this whole size zero thing in her mind, if you look at her body alone its looking good but her face is no matching it. So there you go, whole through the movie I got a weird feeling that kareena’s face is pasted on someone else’s body.

Sunday afternoon I took booboo to the nearby park. He had a blast there. Slides seem to be his favorite at the moment and he prefers climbing on that from the bottom of the inclined plank rather than using the stairs. Now comes part which I dread the most, his hair cut. His hair is very unmanageable and kind of rough in texture and added to that it grows very fast. And for reasons beyond my understanding he does not like anyone comb his hair or clip his nails. So u get the idea how difficult it is for me to get him a hair cut. In order to avoid a visit to the hair saloon in the next three months I got him a navy cut. He cried his lungs out, wriggled in his dad’s arms and tried to bite me once. Well you know who won this fight, he has to understand who is the mother here. Inspite of all this protests he enjoyed looking at himself in the mirror after the hair cut and kind of admired himself.