Happy 4th...

Time is really running very fast, dear. Its already your 4th birthday. My baby is slowly becoming a girl. In the past year, you have been a combination of all that a mom could possibly ask for – the cute girl, naughty, mischievous, impossible, arrogant, funny, affectionate sister, and what not! You have been your sister’s best friend and worst enemy.

In the past year, you have faced a lot of hardships from your little sister, especially during the past 6 months. She is literally using you as a punching bag, whenever she is angry, happy, sad, irritated or whatever. You gracefully accept all her pinches, and come crying to me. Even in such a situation, you never beat her. The maximum you can do is not give her the things she asks for, which again leads to more fights. But never once, have you attacked back. Is it because, you have a soft corner for your sister, amidst all the fights, or you are not that way? I don’t know, but still, I love you for this too. The sibling rivalry between you two is reaching its peaks, obviously breaking my nerves, at every instance possible. In good times, when both of you are in the same room and still the house is very silent, I can understand that you two kootu kalavaanis are upto something. Its either this way or that. As the tamil proverb goes “Vecha kodumi saracha mottai”. On the whole, you both can never let me be in peace.

In the past year, you have come to know what feelings are. You get really hurt, when I say that I won’t talk to you, or when I remotely say something like “get lost!” You tell me not to tell you things like that. I am learning from you, but still, the joy I get, when you care that I won’t talk to you…its bliss, I tell you.

Your biggest achievement this year has been your maturity level in handling the absence of your mom for six weeks, when I had to travel abroad. You fully understood the situation and never once gave trouble to your father in my absence, and yet you missed me like never before. Ever since my return, you are glued to me all the time when I am in home. I can realize how much you have missed me, my darling. I know how hard it would have been for you, yet you managed wonderfully. I promise you that I shall never again put you in such a situation. Never, ever!

Academics – you are getting better all the time, and even in your current school, you have become the teacher’s pet. You are becoming a good artist, you color very well.
You gave a couple of stage performances too. You were also given a special invite for your previous play school’s annual day, taking into consideration, the extraordinary performance which you gave last year.

Dear, just to remind you again, you have become 4 now. Can you please stop that stupid habit of stuffing cloth in your mouth while sleeping, and also, can you start drinking milk by the cup. I would be very glad if you do so.

There are so many more things, which I want to write about, just that I am not able to phrase them. As always, love you more and more and more.

Can you believe, you have grown from here …..



To here….


Happy 4th birthday darling.

Loads of love and kisses,
Your mom

The writer in me...

Well, the only thing which keeps me sane during my tiring 1.5 hour journey to office is reading books. Somehow, I have a passion for books (read as ‘addiction’). The moment I start reading one, I am hooked to it. Now, this time, it is “2 States” – by Chetan Bhagat. Another love story, which is too too good. Yes, it is about how his own love story which ended up in love marriage. What’s with all these guys writing their love stories as books? It’s good to read them, nevertheless. If I had had my way, and if I were single, I would have got down at Nungambakkam station, sat in the chair near the steps, completed this book and then left for my home. However, I have two kids and a poor husband who doesn’t sleep unless he watches his wife have dinner, even if the wife comes home at 11 in the night. So, I was able to complete this book only today, after two days.

Ok, coming back to the point. How I wish, I could end up reading my own story in a book. Well, expecting my guy to read a book (let alone write) is like expecting me to drive a bullet. The only way for me read my story in a book is for me to write it. So, now, I have developed this very strange desire to write books. Yes, I WANT TO BECOME A WRITER. There, I have declared it aloud.

Somewhere, along the story of this book, he – the author says to his lover, that he wants to become a writer some day and inspire his Indian readers. I think, he has achieved that, at least in my case, unaware of the terrible consequences. I am definitely inspired by him to start writing. Someday, in the future, if I become a writer, and if I am bad, Chetan Bhagat is to be blamed, not me. The credit, of course comes to me.

Even as I express my desire to write a book, I think I know exactly how many readers I will have. Number one, my poor friend, upon whom I can very happily force this book for the sole purpose of torturing him and number two, my guy, for whom I shall write the book, if at all he decides to read. But somehow, I still cannot imagine my hubby reading a book, even if it is written by me. “Why bother to read, when I already know what happened” would be his instant reply. My blogs, yes, he can manage to read, because he doesn’t lie to me and he has to give me a positive reply, when I ask him if he read my blog. But a book, I am really not sure.

When I was blabbering to husband about my so-called desire to write a book, he was trying to listen, or so I believe, and at the same time, switching channels in TV. (What would these guys do if cricket was not invented? Or TV, for that matter) When, finally, there was a commercial break in almost all the channels, he fully realized my intentions and brought me back to my senses, saying that writing a book may be in my hands, but definitely not publishing the book. This was not some stupid blog site, which I can open for free and start scribbling things. That the publishers should be ready to accept and publish my work, if at all, I get to write any, that is. He's got a point there, I guess.

This is not some stupid new year resolution, which I can conveniently forget after Jan 1st week, but a desire deep from the heart. I need to work out the possibilities and see what needs to be done to publish a book. And then start writing. But since there is nothing much, I can do about it for the time being, I use my “Blame him for everything” strategy and tell him that he is not encouraging enough, doesn’t take any initiative for his wife becoming a writer, and blah…blah…blah…

For now, all I can do is to post my future intentions in this blog, and do nothing else about it.

P.S: Readers, be aware that you are reading the blog of the author of upcoming India’s No.1 Bestseller book. So, all those who post comments here, will definitely get free signed copies of my book, when it gets published. Don’t miss it!!!

Sweet Nothings...

Arranged and then Loved...that was our marriage...
Our marriage was arranged and we had a nice 6 months before our marriage….to begin our love journey together…

At the end of those six months nobody would have believed ours to be an arranged marriage even if we had done a “karporoam adichi sathiyam”.

First only his parents came to see me and the “Mr.Handsome” was to meet me only after his parents approved of me… So on my first meeting with my would-be-in-laws, I told them that I cannot decide to marry their son until I talk to him, because I am a person who will talk only when spoken to. So I wanted my husband to be a talkative person …atleast to me… My parents went “WhoooooaaaA????” at my attempted 'thimuru' .

So, dutifully, my would-be FIL called me the next day morning at 7:00 AM and said that I can talk to his son (Mr. Handsome). So courteous was my to-be husband that he shouted over the phone to his father “Ennala pesa mudiyaadhu.... po paa....Yaara kettu...."(we can exclude the rest of the dialogue for obvious reasons). How sweet!

But reluctantly he started talking and from that minute there was no going back….Even in our first call, we, sorry, HE spoke about his likes, dislikes, etc., etc …He even told me that his father used to shout at him and his friends comparing them to the kutti suvaru in the movie "Thulli thirindha kaalam" and we were talking for about 45 mins (till 7:45). I so very liked this guy that I didn’t even notice that it was getting late for my office until he reminded me of it. (Love at first voice.. I suppose)

The week after he came to see me, and the week after, he got a mobile number for himself and a new mobile for me too with a corporate connection. (My first gift from him, which I conveniently lost in pallavan transport, 2 years later.)

There was not a weekend till our marriage when we didn’t see each other and not a day when we didn’t talk for atleast one hour together. (All the sweet nothings which I doubt he remembers now)..and not a movie released which we didn’t see together.

We got married on 05 Sep 2005, and not once till this date, have I doubted my decision of marrying this man….and I know that I never will. It was this guy who gave me the special gift of “being loved by someone you love”

Some 2 years back I had to go to S’gpore officially for 10 day training and since I was pregnant 2nd time, my darling hubby didn’t want to leave me alone and so he gave up his business and joined me for 10 days. It so happened that we wanted to buy things for everybody and since I am a shop-alcoholic, we spent every single dollar we had for buying gifts for others and we both didn’t buy any single thing for ourselves, since we had only enough money to come back to India. So we came back and I am distributing gifts to everyone in the family and suddenly I find one box, which I did not buy. I open it to check whose gift it is and find one beautiful stone and pearl set in it. I look at my hubby and he looks at me and smiles back. All these years I was brooding over my husband's lack of giving surprises and here this man has bought something for me without me ever knowing it. That moment I was at a loss for words. Finally, my constant bickering had borne some fruit.

So, love means...constantly torturing your husband to give you surprises, even though you will sound pathetic and your husband asking you as to what surprise you want, which will sound even more pathetic!!! But still, I am glad that I ask, and I am very very glad that he listens!!!

Happy Valentine's day!!!

What women want?

I read the below content in a book named “34 Bubblegums and Candies” and couldn’t resist posting this in my blog. So all women, enjoy reading this and all men, atleast try to understand women from now on….

Dear husband/boy-friend/current man in my life,

When we see you at the end of the day, and say, “I have had a really hard day today”, just hold us and give us a hug instead of asking “Oh, really, what happened?”

Sometimes, we don’t want you to make things right, we just need a hug.

When we ask you if that gorgeous, slimmer lady is more attractive than us, please say. “Yes, but I’m sure she isn’t as great a wife/mother as you are.”

Sometimes, we just want to be assured that we still matter.

When we ask you if we look fat in an outfit, please say, “It suits you well.” If it really looks horrible, please say, “I think you will look better in that other outfit.”

Sometimes, we just need a little straight talk.

When we ask you if you mind taking us out, even though there is a cricket match on TV, please be honest and fix a time when it will not interfere with your match watching. Taking us out and glancing at your watch every five minutes, makes us feel guilty.

Sometimes, we appreciate honesty too!

When we ask you if miss us when you go on those outstation trips, please lie a bit and say that you cannot wait to get back home, even if you are having a great time, at a five star hotel paid for by the company.

Sometimes, we need to hear a bit of lie too!

When we tell you that another guy seems nice, we aren’t thinking of getting into bed with him. We are probably thinking that he would make a nice husband for that single girl-friend of ours. We are NOT mentally comparing you.

Sometimes, atleast sometimes, don’t doubt our intentions.

When you are driving us back home after a nice dinner at a restaurant and we ask you, “Do you want to stop for coffee?” please say yes, even if you really do not want coffee, because it means we are asking as we want to stop!

Sometimes, we like you to mind-read too!

When we sometimes complain to you about our problems, please do NOT give us solutions.

Sometimes, we just want you to listen and be sympathetic.

With love,
The woman in your life.

PS: To the husband in my life, when you asked me why I am posting this as a blog when I have already read it, because I am sure that you can never read a book in your life, and putting it in a blog was the only way, I could make you read this. Hope you understand me:-)

Work-life balance

No work-life balance...Its becoming more work and no personal life. Its high time I took a step towards this...

Sigh!!!!!!!!

Jan 1st week

The first day of the new year went well, with us going to the Muruga temple and my daughters fighting the hell on our way back home, followed by a family dinner in the evening. Me and my hubby have never really objected to having veg food in a non-veg restaurant, and so we selected this one restaurant in Anna Nagar, which we visit frequently. But, on that day, there were chicken pieces in the tomato soup which we ordered for my daughter. And I found those only after half bowl was over. I still wouldn't have known them to be chicken pieces, if there were no bones along with them. And Swathi strictly refused to return the bowl to the waiter, because she wanted to complete the soup. This soup and today of all the days! May be she liked the taste, who knows!

The past one week has flown very fast, with me travelling to MEPZ for my work. I really don't understand why, everytime I change my office due to the distance criteria, my project, only my project gets changed to the division which is farthest from my house. Sick! But, I have grown used to all this. The train journeys everyday till Tambaram, only reminds me of my college days. Except that, travelling by train during college days used to be fun and we used to return in the non-peak hours, so we would have place to sit. Officially, work is getting very challenging, apart from the 4 hour journey to and from office.

Personally, well, my hubby has taken the resolution which I have wanted him to take since our marriage. Even now, it was not his own will, but I forced him to take that resolution. Hope this doesn't break. Smruthi has received her mark sheet and madam has received excellent grades in almost all her areas. And she is becoming very good in drawing and coloring. Swathi has also improved in many areas, like screaming on top of her voice when Smruthi is about to take something which is not even hers, getting angry and throwing the plate for not getting sugar for her dosa, and stuff like that. Apart from these two, now life is getting difficult, because I have to manage my other child also. My hubby is getting worried that I don't return early from office. and I am bringing my office work to home as well. But he doesn't know (as of now) that I am typing this blog, when he is happily sleeping thinking that I am doing my office work. How can I concentrate on my flowchart when I am sitting in the middle of two people who are sleeping like logs on either side of me?

So, the first thing I plan to do after posting this blog is back to sleep. Office work?? As my friend says...'naan office velaya office-lie seiya maaten...idhula veetla veraya?'

Wish list for 2011

Well, I thought of writing a blog for my new year resolutions for 2011. Like, for example, I will get up before Sri wakes up every day, I will not torture people by writing blogs, etc. But then thought, why waste time and energy penning down things which I know I will never follow. So, instead this blog has turned out to be what it is now….

How I wish, that I can get my hubby that Honda City, he always wished for, if not that, atleast the Benz E class, if not that, atleast the BMW, or Volkswagen, or Porsche or….or…or…

How I wish that my hubby gets me that beautiful diamond necklace, or atleast that white gold jewellery, or atleast the platinum one…or…or…or…

How I wish that Smruthi stops comparing what she wears to what I wear…(I’m getting sick of hearing ‘nee mattum churidhar pottiurkiye…enakku enga? Nee mattum jeans potturikiye…ennakku enga?’ and stuff like that. Why can’t she just wear what I make her to wear?)

How I wish that Swathi lets me to stop brushing her teeth and allow me to rinse her mouth every morning. Why can’t she understand that all the paste in the brush has already gone inside her tummy and it is now time to rinse her mouth?

How I wish that I can go on a world tour with my hubby and kids in what is called as an onsite official trip?

How I wish that my friend really believes that I DO work in my office…

How I wish that my hubby stops……………………………………

How I wish that all my wishes come true…….

How I wish……………………………….

How I wish………………..

How I wish…….

Chaand Taare Tod Laoon… Saari Duniya Par Main Chhaoon…
Bas Itna Sa Khwaab Hai… Bas Itna Sa Khwaab Hai…