Day before yesterday, when I had been to Connexions to buy a gift for my hubby, (I love surprises…remember?) I found this book on the stands. I love reading books, but I have never really bought any book and definitely not from a book store. But something about the title of this book made me buy it. Since I am spending a good 1.5 hour drive everyday in cab to get to my new office, I thought that I could read this book during that time. And so I started it yesterday morning. And I’ve completed reading the book twice in the past two days.
The book is written by a software guy, about his love for a girl whom he found through a matrimonial site, how they get to know each other, fall deeply in love and how fate plays its role in their life. To love and be loved by the same person is the greatest thing in this world. But to experience pain in this love and to live through that pain requires courage and what more – to put forth that love and pain into words and to share it with the entire world requires a different sort of courage. That is exactly what Ravin – the main character and the author of this novel has done.
Reading through the first half of the novel was like re-living my pre-marriage days with my hubby – those innocent calls to get to know each other, which slowly builds into the something called love, to reach a stage when you cannot wait for that one call from ur beloved, to await each and every moment of seeing each other, the first meeting, the first touch, the first kiss and to enjoy each and every one of those minutes, eagerly waiting for the engagement day, the wait becoming more and more desperate as the wedding day approaches – each and every single moment and feeling is exactly described in this book and reading them from a guy’s point of view made me realize that it is not only we girls who have such feelings, but even guys feel them.
I always like happy endings. Only happy endings for that matter. But this book is not so. Being a sentimental idiot that I am, I always cry when watching love stories, but this is first time I have cried when reading a love story. The emotions were too much for me to handle. I wanted to stop reading the book, so that I can stop crying (I cannot cry in my cab, ‘coz that’s where I was reading this book), but I wasn’t able to stop reading it. The book is written in a very simple way, no romantic or stylish language, but what glued me to the book was that the story is real, and to realize that the story is not a fiction or an imaginary tale, but a real one, something which really happened to two people made me all the more emotional.
So, for all book-lovers who are the romantic and sentimental types like me, the book is a nice read.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
Vacationing out there…
I’m here yearning to go to my parent’s place for a vacation, but I can’t due to my new job. But my daughters are out there having the time of their life. Around 10 days back, we went for a small family 1 week trip to shirdi – the small family being 4 couples (me, my mom, my 2 sisters and their respective spouses) and their kids. So, it was around 10 adults and 3 kids.
Since we were out for a week, my in-laws decided to paint our house after getting the assurance from the contractors that the entire work would be completed in a week. But as it turned out, the painting work is yet to get over. (We returned last Thursday.) So, I sent my daughters with my parents directly from the Central station. I knew that Smruthi will be more than happy to be away from her wretched mom, but I was not sure of Swathi. She is only one year and she has not yet stayed away from me for even a single night. But I had no other go. I cannot bring her with me to my in-laws place which was full of the paint smell and I could not go to my parent’s place because of my new job. So, here I am in my in-laws place and there they are in their patti’s place.
With no kids around to shout and scream at, I feel like I am having all the time in the world to do whatever I want. But the problem is, whatever I wanted to do was revolving around my kids and with them not here, the house is feeling vacant and I am about to go mad. No, not in the way u think. What I meant was that I cannot digest the fact that my daughters are enjoying there without me. Its been 5 days since I last saw them and I will not be seeing them for atleast another 5 days. So, I keep calling my mom everyday to check whether they are doing good, hoping that she will say that my daughters are being miserable without me, that they cry wanting to see me, that they miss me terribly, but no…all she says is that they are wonderfully nice children giving her NO TROUBLE AT ALL. Seems like they have totally forgot me. Even Swathi. Though Smruthi talks to me over the phone twice daily, and assures me of her sister’s well being, it still hurts not to be with them. And what hurts more is the fact that they don’t miss me.
How many ever times I shout and scream at you girls, just understand that behind all those terrible screams lie an unshakable love for you which can never be explained enough in words.
Miss you terribly girls. Be back soon! (And pls pls miss me too!)
Since we were out for a week, my in-laws decided to paint our house after getting the assurance from the contractors that the entire work would be completed in a week. But as it turned out, the painting work is yet to get over. (We returned last Thursday.) So, I sent my daughters with my parents directly from the Central station. I knew that Smruthi will be more than happy to be away from her wretched mom, but I was not sure of Swathi. She is only one year and she has not yet stayed away from me for even a single night. But I had no other go. I cannot bring her with me to my in-laws place which was full of the paint smell and I could not go to my parent’s place because of my new job. So, here I am in my in-laws place and there they are in their patti’s place.
With no kids around to shout and scream at, I feel like I am having all the time in the world to do whatever I want. But the problem is, whatever I wanted to do was revolving around my kids and with them not here, the house is feeling vacant and I am about to go mad. No, not in the way u think. What I meant was that I cannot digest the fact that my daughters are enjoying there without me. Its been 5 days since I last saw them and I will not be seeing them for atleast another 5 days. So, I keep calling my mom everyday to check whether they are doing good, hoping that she will say that my daughters are being miserable without me, that they cry wanting to see me, that they miss me terribly, but no…all she says is that they are wonderfully nice children giving her NO TROUBLE AT ALL. Seems like they have totally forgot me. Even Swathi. Though Smruthi talks to me over the phone twice daily, and assures me of her sister’s well being, it still hurts not to be with them. And what hurts more is the fact that they don’t miss me.
How many ever times I shout and scream at you girls, just understand that behind all those terrible screams lie an unshakable love for you which can never be explained enough in words.
Miss you terribly girls. Be back soon! (And pls pls miss me too!)
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Last year this day..05.05.2009
You were born dear. Yes Swathi…I am talking about you only dear. 
U r already 1 year old. Sorry…you are still young…so u have become 1 year young today. You never gave me much trouble during both my pregnancy and at the time of delivery and you are sort of making up for the lost time now. If I had thought that your sister was a mischief maker, then you were born to prove me wrong. She is nothing, absolutely nothing compared to you. Let me come to that later. First things first.
You were pretty fast to grow up, you did all the right things at the right stage, for instance, u rolled over when you were 4 months,
started to walk when u were eight months (etta maasam ettu adi), and now you are already one year. One day you started to roll over, and before I could stop admiring you for this, you started to crawl, and before I could get enough of that, you started to walk in no time. What is the hurry to grow up my child?
I wish I could just freeze all those moments in my life, when you first rolled over, your first “abbbaaaa” kiss, your first walk. I want you to be in that stage forever, but then I want to know what you are going to do next.
You always give me your gummy teeth smile on seeing me return from the office and being a working mom is worth just that...i tell you. It makes me so glad to realize that you miss me when I’m in office. For you swathi, your best friend and your worst enemy is your sister. This is applicable from the other side also. Currently I am using only your sister as a bait to feed your meals to you. You never open your mouth to me, but instantly do it when your sister says “Swaaathhiiiiiii….aaaa kaatu….akka solren-la…..vaaya tharamaaaaaaaa”. Dunno how long this will last though.
Unlike most of the kids I know, you are not the one who is supposed to be fed pappu saadam and thachhii mammam. Your taste buds are very sharp and u always want variety. And like your mom, even you don’t like the foods which are good for health. But no dear, this is not a praise and you will have to improve on that front. On this one occasion, when we went to dinner in a restaurant, you refused to eat the thayir saadam which I had ordered for you until or unless I gave you the paneer butter masala side dish. All this even before you are one??? Unakku naakku rumba neelam di.
You are a sport. You thoroughly enjoy going out and you never make a fuss much. Even during your ayush homam, which happened about 10 days back, you thoroughly enjoyed everything, though you were a bit reluctant to go amongst strangers.
And you were the perfect little hostess for the party which happened in the same evening. You really enjoyed the cake which we had ordered and was happily licking everyone’s fingers who were trying to give you the cake. Everyone present were oohing and aahing over what a co-operative child you were and I was all smiles that day. Thanks for making my day.
Coming back to the mischief part, all the scars and swells which you have on your forehead is the proof of what I said earlier. For the one to be taking care of you, we need to have eyes all around our heads. The moment we take our eyes off you….BAM! you are off doing some mischief…be it throwing the onions into the water can, or taking the slippers by opening the shoe cupboard and chewing them or putting some tiny object in your mouth which cannot be obviously seen by anyone else but you. There was this one time when you really scared the wits out of me by putting the lid of the nycil powder into your mouth and started choking. By the time I had taken it out of your mouth, you had bitten my hand to pulp. How that lid went into your supposed-to-be-tiny mouth is still beyond my understanding.
I mean there are only so many things that can be kept out of your reach. We cannot carry everything on our heads dear.
Having said all the above, I am still waiting for what you will be doing next. I can never have enough of your smiles, cries, and of course veshamams dear….. Keep mischieving…What’s life without it?
Happy 1st Birthday Darling….A vey Happy birthday to you….
With loads of love and kisses,
Ur mom.
U r already 1 year old. Sorry…you are still young…so u have become 1 year young today. You never gave me much trouble during both my pregnancy and at the time of delivery and you are sort of making up for the lost time now. If I had thought that your sister was a mischief maker, then you were born to prove me wrong. She is nothing, absolutely nothing compared to you. Let me come to that later. First things first. You were pretty fast to grow up, you did all the right things at the right stage, for instance, u rolled over when you were 4 months,
started to walk when u were eight months (etta maasam ettu adi), and now you are already one year. One day you started to roll over, and before I could stop admiring you for this, you started to crawl, and before I could get enough of that, you started to walk in no time. What is the hurry to grow up my child?I wish I could just freeze all those moments in my life, when you first rolled over, your first “abbbaaaa” kiss, your first walk. I want you to be in that stage forever, but then I want to know what you are going to do next.
You always give me your gummy teeth smile on seeing me return from the office and being a working mom is worth just that...i tell you. It makes me so glad to realize that you miss me when I’m in office. For you swathi, your best friend and your worst enemy is your sister. This is applicable from the other side also. Currently I am using only your sister as a bait to feed your meals to you. You never open your mouth to me, but instantly do it when your sister says “Swaaathhiiiiiii….aaaa kaatu….akka solren-la…..vaaya tharamaaaaaaaa”. Dunno how long this will last though.
Unlike most of the kids I know, you are not the one who is supposed to be fed pappu saadam and thachhii mammam. Your taste buds are very sharp and u always want variety. And like your mom, even you don’t like the foods which are good for health. But no dear, this is not a praise and you will have to improve on that front. On this one occasion, when we went to dinner in a restaurant, you refused to eat the thayir saadam which I had ordered for you until or unless I gave you the paneer butter masala side dish. All this even before you are one??? Unakku naakku rumba neelam di.
You are a sport. You thoroughly enjoy going out and you never make a fuss much. Even during your ayush homam, which happened about 10 days back, you thoroughly enjoyed everything, though you were a bit reluctant to go amongst strangers.
And you were the perfect little hostess for the party which happened in the same evening. You really enjoyed the cake which we had ordered and was happily licking everyone’s fingers who were trying to give you the cake. Everyone present were oohing and aahing over what a co-operative child you were and I was all smiles that day. Thanks for making my day.
Coming back to the mischief part, all the scars and swells which you have on your forehead is the proof of what I said earlier. For the one to be taking care of you, we need to have eyes all around our heads. The moment we take our eyes off you….BAM! you are off doing some mischief…be it throwing the onions into the water can, or taking the slippers by opening the shoe cupboard and chewing them or putting some tiny object in your mouth which cannot be obviously seen by anyone else but you. There was this one time when you really scared the wits out of me by putting the lid of the nycil powder into your mouth and started choking. By the time I had taken it out of your mouth, you had bitten my hand to pulp. How that lid went into your supposed-to-be-tiny mouth is still beyond my understanding.
I mean there are only so many things that can be kept out of your reach. We cannot carry everything on our heads dear.Having said all the above, I am still waiting for what you will be doing next. I can never have enough of your smiles, cries, and of course veshamams dear….. Keep mischieving…What’s life without it?
Happy 1st Birthday Darling….A vey Happy birthday to you….
With loads of love and kisses,
Ur mom.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Ayush homam, party and the kids
I know this is a very late post, but am happy that I am able to post it at least before her actual birthday (I meant her Date of birth). So here it is.
Last sunday dawned bright and beautiful, but I did not. Already tired from the previous day’s preparations, it was very hard to open my eyes at 5 in the morning. (For early wakers, yes…5 is VERY VERY EARLY for me, almost like midnight). But still, it is my kiddos’ birthday and its not going to be her ayush homam everyday. So, woke up with a smile on my face. This is saying something, as there was a BIG FIGHT between me and my hubby the previous night and and we were not yet compromised. Since I myself was already tired, I didn’t have the heart to wake up the kids so early and taking into consideration the previous night’s events, I didn’t have the heart to allow my hubby to sleep. So woke him promptly. And after ensuring that he is not going back to sleep, I started all the work.
By 7, the kids were bathed and before I could start their make-up, the saastrigal arrived. So what? I told him to wait and continued my work, trying hard not to lose my patience. Thank God, Smruthi and Swathi were very very co-operative.
Then started all the rites and homams, and since the birthday baby was not required to sit in front of the fire, I put her to sleep. Then all the relatives arrived, perfectly oohed and aahed over both the kids.
Then the actual homam started, and the entire house was in smoke and everyone was in tears, but thank god, my kids still didn’t cry and managed the heat and smoke beautifully in this peak summer. God bless the guy who invented the AC.
Smruthi fully appreciated that it was her sister’s birthday and she played her role very nicely and she WAS successful. She was singing “Happy birthday Swaaaathhiiii…. “ the entire day.
Then we did the anna prachanam where she was fed the sweet rice and the function ended by receiving the gifts friends and relatives. As the gifts were received on one end, they were getting unwrapped at the other end. Courtesy – Smruthi.
Then force fed both the kids and again forced both of them to sleep, since there was again the party in the evening, since I didn’t want her to be sleepy and spoil her party.
At the party:
Again, here Swathi acted as the beautiful little hostess during the entire evening and enjoyed her maximum. Both my kids didn’t fuss, even when I was constantly changing their costume, bangles and hair clips.
They seemed to enjoy even that. Thank You God. Thank You very much. (You girls made my day dears.)
When the cake was opened, Smruthi helped her sister happily by blowing the candle and cutting the cake by holding her hand. .
She very lovingly took the first piece of cake, and as everyone was expecting her to feed the cake to Swathi, she swallowed the entire piece in one gulp and never turned to her sister’s side. How loving!!!!! So, we left Smruthi to enjoy her cake peacefully and we gave the cake to Swathi She enjoyed the cake. It was a White Forest Tweety cake. She was licking each and everyone’s finger’s who were trying to give her the cake. When my boss’ wife came to greet her, she was actually opening her mouth expecting them too to give her some cake.
Then came all the photo sessions and dinner was served and both of them dropped to sleep, the moment we left the hall and entered the car.
So, all in all, it was a great day. A VERY GREAT DAY.
Last sunday dawned bright and beautiful, but I did not. Already tired from the previous day’s preparations, it was very hard to open my eyes at 5 in the morning. (For early wakers, yes…5 is VERY VERY EARLY for me, almost like midnight). But still, it is my kiddos’ birthday and its not going to be her ayush homam everyday. So, woke up with a smile on my face. This is saying something, as there was a BIG FIGHT between me and my hubby the previous night and and we were not yet compromised. Since I myself was already tired, I didn’t have the heart to wake up the kids so early and taking into consideration the previous night’s events, I didn’t have the heart to allow my hubby to sleep. So woke him promptly. And after ensuring that he is not going back to sleep, I started all the work.
By 7, the kids were bathed and before I could start their make-up, the saastrigal arrived. So what? I told him to wait and continued my work, trying hard not to lose my patience. Thank God, Smruthi and Swathi were very very co-operative.Then started all the rites and homams, and since the birthday baby was not required to sit in front of the fire, I put her to sleep. Then all the relatives arrived, perfectly oohed and aahed over both the kids.
Then the actual homam started, and the entire house was in smoke and everyone was in tears, but thank god, my kids still didn’t cry and managed the heat and smoke beautifully in this peak summer. God bless the guy who invented the AC.Smruthi fully appreciated that it was her sister’s birthday and she played her role very nicely and she WAS successful. She was singing “Happy birthday Swaaaathhiiii…. “ the entire day.
Then we did the anna prachanam where she was fed the sweet rice and the function ended by receiving the gifts friends and relatives. As the gifts were received on one end, they were getting unwrapped at the other end. Courtesy – Smruthi.Then force fed both the kids and again forced both of them to sleep, since there was again the party in the evening, since I didn’t want her to be sleepy and spoil her party.
At the party:
Again, here Swathi acted as the beautiful little hostess during the entire evening and enjoyed her maximum. Both my kids didn’t fuss, even when I was constantly changing their costume, bangles and hair clips.
They seemed to enjoy even that. Thank You God. Thank You very much. (You girls made my day dears.)
When the cake was opened, Smruthi helped her sister happily by blowing the candle and cutting the cake by holding her hand. .
She very lovingly took the first piece of cake, and as everyone was expecting her to feed the cake to Swathi, she swallowed the entire piece in one gulp and never turned to her sister’s side. How loving!!!!! So, we left Smruthi to enjoy her cake peacefully and we gave the cake to Swathi She enjoyed the cake. It was a White Forest Tweety cake. She was licking each and everyone’s finger’s who were trying to give her the cake. When my boss’ wife came to greet her, she was actually opening her mouth expecting them too to give her some cake.
Then came all the photo sessions and dinner was served and both of them dropped to sleep, the moment we left the hall and entered the car.
So, all in all, it was a great day. A VERY GREAT DAY.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Kuzhal inidhu…yaazh inidhu enbar….
During a random car conversation yesterday, my daughter was telling her father that only our car was the best among all the other cars in the road. So, we asked her what about the previous car we had, and she said that our new car only was good and not the old Accent. So, we asked her if she knew the name of our new car and this is what she said…
“Illama…idhu dhan nallla irukku…namma pudhu car
Maadhuri-ku Suduki”
‘Kuzhal Inidhu Yaazh Inidhu enbar….tham makkal mazhalai sol kelaadhavar”
(Note that the author has wrote it as “tham” makkal)
PS: Hope you understood the name of our new car…for those who didn’t understand…its “Maruti Suzuki – Ritz”
“Illama…idhu dhan nallla irukku…namma pudhu car
Maadhuri-ku Suduki”
‘Kuzhal Inidhu Yaazh Inidhu enbar….tham makkal mazhalai sol kelaadhavar”
(Note that the author has wrote it as “tham” makkal)
PS: Hope you understood the name of our new car…for those who didn’t understand…its “Maruti Suzuki – Ritz”
Saturday, April 10, 2010
On This and That.
In no particular order……
My cook has stopped coming for the past 15 days or so. :-( The brighter side of it - Smruthi has understood that her mom is going through an extra tough time daily – getting up early, cooking, packing, etc…etc…that she has become comparatively better nowadays…..she brushes her teeth of her own and behaves much better than before. (so what, if some of her teeth are still yellow, she wastes the water and eats the paste?) She adjusts to some extent, tries to help me in cleaning the mess which she and her sister has made on the floor and tries not to fight much with her sister. She however has become more allergic to her father and does not let him near her, except when she needs a driver to go to school. God only knows why!
She is becoming a responsible sister and keeps a watch for swathi whenever she is around. She agrees to share her toys with her (if its not new…that is…), keeping in mind that swathi’s birthday is approaching fast, and that she would be getting many new gifts. So, give now and take later policy. But still, she has her own rules and restrictions. “Chinna toys ellam thara maaten…ava vaayila pottupaaa…” The problem is her li’l sis does not understand these rules and again starts all the drama. Well, one can’t ask for everything, I guess.
The li’l sis mentioned has started to walk on her own and she is exploring her new found talent by walking all the time, and the most important thing is.. she wants to walk independently. She does not agree if we attempt to hold her in the fear of falling down. She jerks our hand away and falls down in the next step. Gotcha!
She gives her best *bokka vaai* smile when she sees her akka after a long gap – like when she sees her akka coming down after waking in the morning, after she returns from school or when she has come out of her room after playing with her toys peacefully. Her whole face lits up and she crawls superfast to her akka, shaking her head and butt like a boom-boom maadu. And this is then greeted by a sweet “aaachichichchiiiiii….. aaachooochoochooo….. enna da chellam…..akka-va paathaale sirippu dhan…..en chellaammmm….” and tries to hug her and make her cry – of course. This akka has kept some nicknames for them both. The akka is “thangam” and the thangai is “ajilu..ajilu….”(No clue what it means though!) She neither accepts nor responds if the nick-names are interchanged.
Now, I have found a new way to wake up Smruthi in the mornings. She refuses to get up if any of her parents are trying to wake her up in the morning and creates a huge scene for disturbing her highness’ sleep, but does not utter a word and willingly gets up if it is her li’l sis pulling her hair, poking her eye and rolling over her in the bed. Don’t know how long this will last though!
Life is becoming interesting day by day…..
My cook has stopped coming for the past 15 days or so. :-( The brighter side of it - Smruthi has understood that her mom is going through an extra tough time daily – getting up early, cooking, packing, etc…etc…that she has become comparatively better nowadays…..she brushes her teeth of her own and behaves much better than before. (so what, if some of her teeth are still yellow, she wastes the water and eats the paste?) She adjusts to some extent, tries to help me in cleaning the mess which she and her sister has made on the floor and tries not to fight much with her sister. She however has become more allergic to her father and does not let him near her, except when she needs a driver to go to school. God only knows why!
She is becoming a responsible sister and keeps a watch for swathi whenever she is around. She agrees to share her toys with her (if its not new…that is…), keeping in mind that swathi’s birthday is approaching fast, and that she would be getting many new gifts. So, give now and take later policy. But still, she has her own rules and restrictions. “Chinna toys ellam thara maaten…ava vaayila pottupaaa…” The problem is her li’l sis does not understand these rules and again starts all the drama. Well, one can’t ask for everything, I guess.
The li’l sis mentioned has started to walk on her own and she is exploring her new found talent by walking all the time, and the most important thing is.. she wants to walk independently. She does not agree if we attempt to hold her in the fear of falling down. She jerks our hand away and falls down in the next step. Gotcha!
She gives her best *bokka vaai* smile when she sees her akka after a long gap – like when she sees her akka coming down after waking in the morning, after she returns from school or when she has come out of her room after playing with her toys peacefully. Her whole face lits up and she crawls superfast to her akka, shaking her head and butt like a boom-boom maadu. And this is then greeted by a sweet “aaachichichchiiiiii….. aaachooochoochooo….. enna da chellam…..akka-va paathaale sirippu dhan…..en chellaammmm….” and tries to hug her and make her cry – of course. This akka has kept some nicknames for them both. The akka is “thangam” and the thangai is “ajilu..ajilu….”(No clue what it means though!) She neither accepts nor responds if the nick-names are interchanged.
Now, I have found a new way to wake up Smruthi in the mornings. She refuses to get up if any of her parents are trying to wake her up in the morning and creates a huge scene for disturbing her highness’ sleep, but does not utter a word and willingly gets up if it is her li’l sis pulling her hair, poking her eye and rolling over her in the bed. Don’t know how long this will last though!
Life is becoming interesting day by day…..
Monday, April 5, 2010
Shopping??? Ufff....!!!!!!!!
I never thought a time would come when I would utter the words “Im sick of shopping” and that too to my husband. He gave me “Neeya pesiyadhu?” look yesterday when I told him this. Shopping is no easy task, I tell you. That too with two kids of which one is a toddler and the other is nearly similar to a toddler.
I never thought buying a party wear frock for two girls would be such a complicated task. And what’s wrong in asking for the same design and same color dress for both the girls? If this is there, that is not there. If that is there, this is not there. If both are there, the size doesn’t match.
My second daughter’s first b’day is coming up and I am on a shopping spree. I want to dress them both in the same identical dress on her birthday. Anything wrong in that? My hubby is against it. “Then there will not be any difference between the b’day baby and her sister”, he says. I mean when people are invited for a first b’day function, can’t they even differentiate a one year old from a three year old?
But, when have I ever listened to him? So, sticking to my own ‘identical dress for both” thought, we went to RMKV yesterday evening for buying Pattu paavadais for my girls. And I found one – no. Two of the same color and design. Success!! So, after giving the same for stitching, we went to the kids section. After seeing some around 20-25 dresses, I was not satisfied. Either the designs were not same or the color was not same or the size was not matching. So, I settled with “atleast the same color” theme. Again I was not satisfied.
So, we next went to Pothys. There the guy showed some dresses of the same design, color and size, but my hubby didn’t like them. Now, hear the reason. They are not “costly enough”. I was like “WHAT?” No, I am not blaming his intention of buying nice rich dresses for his daughters, but has he ever said that statement when I WANTED TO BUY SOMETHING FOR MYSELF??????? How dare he? But, since I didn’t want to create a scene in front of the shopkeeper, I reserved this statement for future use and left Pothys also.
On crossing Loyola, I remembered the “Little Princess – the Exclusive frock shop”. Having heard some good feedback about this shop, we took a U-turn and tried that shop. According to my opinion, the place is absolutely “good for nothing’. What I could get for 300 + in Pothys was around 800+ and the quality was sooooo bad. Immediately left the place.
Its already 7.30 PM and we girls and the gentleman with us were dying of hunger. We thought of trying “Hi-style” as our last option. And u know what…they didn’t have party frocks for 1 year old in stock. It would take atleast 2-3 weeks for them to get their order and I should try after that time. For what? Celebrating the after effects of her b’day? I give up and we went to the restaurant, hogged something and went home.
Even having said the above statement, I don’t give up on shopping that easily. So, I am going to try again next week in the shops which I have missed in my first round. But, I’m determined to get identical dresses for them both, even if I have to shop till the last day before her birthday.
I never thought buying a party wear frock for two girls would be such a complicated task. And what’s wrong in asking for the same design and same color dress for both the girls? If this is there, that is not there. If that is there, this is not there. If both are there, the size doesn’t match.
My second daughter’s first b’day is coming up and I am on a shopping spree. I want to dress them both in the same identical dress on her birthday. Anything wrong in that? My hubby is against it. “Then there will not be any difference between the b’day baby and her sister”, he says. I mean when people are invited for a first b’day function, can’t they even differentiate a one year old from a three year old?
But, when have I ever listened to him? So, sticking to my own ‘identical dress for both” thought, we went to RMKV yesterday evening for buying Pattu paavadais for my girls. And I found one – no. Two of the same color and design. Success!! So, after giving the same for stitching, we went to the kids section. After seeing some around 20-25 dresses, I was not satisfied. Either the designs were not same or the color was not same or the size was not matching. So, I settled with “atleast the same color” theme. Again I was not satisfied.
So, we next went to Pothys. There the guy showed some dresses of the same design, color and size, but my hubby didn’t like them. Now, hear the reason. They are not “costly enough”. I was like “WHAT?” No, I am not blaming his intention of buying nice rich dresses for his daughters, but has he ever said that statement when I WANTED TO BUY SOMETHING FOR MYSELF??????? How dare he? But, since I didn’t want to create a scene in front of the shopkeeper, I reserved this statement for future use and left Pothys also.
On crossing Loyola, I remembered the “Little Princess – the Exclusive frock shop”. Having heard some good feedback about this shop, we took a U-turn and tried that shop. According to my opinion, the place is absolutely “good for nothing’. What I could get for 300 + in Pothys was around 800+ and the quality was sooooo bad. Immediately left the place.
Its already 7.30 PM and we girls and the gentleman with us were dying of hunger. We thought of trying “Hi-style” as our last option. And u know what…they didn’t have party frocks for 1 year old in stock. It would take atleast 2-3 weeks for them to get their order and I should try after that time. For what? Celebrating the after effects of her b’day? I give up and we went to the restaurant, hogged something and went home.
Even having said the above statement, I don’t give up on shopping that easily. So, I am going to try again next week in the shops which I have missed in my first round. But, I’m determined to get identical dresses for them both, even if I have to shop till the last day before her birthday.
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