The mother is going to be in town starting today (bring on the kadhi chawal, I say). I am really looking forward to being the child rather than the mom for some time. I just hope she remembers she is my mom and not just Adi's grandmom.
Edited to add : Okies, crowds, settle down...I am going to reveal that I am feeling rather...okay, V-E-R-Y foolish at having brought this up. There is actually no story behind the name at all...except the fact that I could eat nothing except orange ice candies when I was carrying Adi...and when I say nothing, I mean that I could not keep even water down...at least for the first three, four months...morning sickness is so sick, aye?
Now contrary to popular belief, orange ice candies are not easily available at shops...it is the sort of thing that you get at a thele-wallah outside schools. We, that is Mahesh located a shop (In&Out) at the petrol pump near our place and would normally go there every third day and buy forty, fifty ice candies and troop back home. Needless to say, the shop owner thought M was running a side business somewhere, selling these icecreams at a premium. On the days when M would get no ice candies, he would understandably bite the poor shop owner's head off.
Shop owner - Sorry sir , orange ice cream toh khatm ho gayi.
M - Mujhe pata hai, main he le gaya tha. Aapne order kyun nahin kiya?
Shop owner - Order kiya hai...ek do din mein aa jayegi.
M - Aur tab tak meri wife kya khayegi?
Shop owner - *edges away from M having decided that he is not quite alright*
Anyway, I got the lot of you to feel curious, so happy about that!
This image is named manners.jpg. Beats me why.
If we had been in my hometown Meerut, this is the way I would have started to explain things - arrey bhaiya, agar achha nahin lag raha toh mat padho na (*oh brother, if good not feeling then don't read, no*). Sigh, basic stuff is good stuff.
Right, then let us move on. (Saara mood hi bigad diya - *Whole mood is spoilt*)...
I am now planning to make the best of Adi's naps by watching Desperate Housewives, Season 3 (Dirty Laundry Edition...hmmm...boggles the mind)...it is very fortunate that Adi now sleeps to loud ambient noise because he wouldn't mind the soap playing in the background. I need to make the most of this year by watching all the tv shows I like because I am guessing that next year this time, Adi will be asking pertinent questions such as, "But Mama, why did Eva Aunty ask the gardener to come inside the house?"
Adi's separation anxiety is playing out in full glory. He refuses to spend more than fifteen minutes at a time with even Padma and insists on jumping into my lap at the slightest excuse. It is very flattering, all this attention, but when he declines to sit still even in his bath-tub while I pour water over him and clambers out in a bid to come to me, it results in a rather messy situation, not to mention a dripping mother.
And now I say yet another abrupy goodbye as he calls me. See you soon, my precioussssssssss, I will be back soon.
Anyway, that was then. Now I don't know whether our high-school selves shape our adult selves or not...I think our high-school selves are just a mini-version of us as grown-ups - young morons become old morons and so on, to put it poetically. Here - try to say this really fast - we are like this today because we were like that then BUT we were like that then because we were meant to be like this today. And that, my friends is my point of view.
What were you like in high-school? Different from/same as today?
GAK! This is like taking all the fun out of my life. Maybe I ought to start breaking them right away.
Been quite a trip, eh? Hope you enjoyed reading about it. Both M and I feel really confident and in-charge after doing this trip. We have also realized that we probably end up cossetting Adi too much. I mean he was perfectly happy travelling and driving around and eating out - clearly, it is us who are the bottlenecks. This over-focus and over-protection has got to stop. Right, now let me go check on what he is upto and hover around him as he plays with some harmless plastic blocks.