Adi fell ill again. The same old cough and fever and flu that has been hounding him for the last couple of months has chased us to the new house as well. I had really thought we had left it behind but well, that was not to be. So we have been ferrying him to the doctor, cajoling him into taking medicines and watching him lose weight every day and feeling despondent. Like most Indian parents, we believe that children need to be passably plump if not downright fat. All this skinny business is not really nice. Adi's illness meant that I am missing things like Rohini's surprise baby shower and lagging on many things including shopping for our Singapore trip.
The Singapore trip is ostensibly for M's F1 race. He went for it alone last year and cribbed endlessly so this time we are tagging along. M's family stays there so we will be staying with them. I am hoping to catch up with friends while we are there so please holler now if you are there and are willing to buy me dumplings, which I really, really love. Must be all that Kung Fu Panda that Adi has been watching. Some gems from the movie include:
Much as I love the movie, I think it got a bit much after the 170th viewing but I am nothing if not tenacious.
"There is no charge for awesomeness. Or attactiveness."
"I am not a big, fat panda. I am THE big, fat panda."
"The Wooshi finger hold.....the hardest part is cleaning up afterwards."
I have two nephews in Singapore, half-Chinese and cute enough to be eaten. M sees them almost every month given that he travels that side a fair bit but I haven't, ever and am very upset about that. Adi and I will make that good soon, smothering them with some Indian style lovin'. Be prepared, babies.
I had a celebrity moment recently.
We took Adi to the hospital and when we were returning, a lady walked up to me in the aisle and says, Parul? I started smiling furiously, all the while trying to place her (ex-office? gym? club?) when she bowled a complete googly my way. I read your blog, she said, and it's really nice. M says my expression turned remarkably intelligent as I gawped at her and blurted something that sounded much like gwahbah. She walked away and I didn't even, well, say hello. So hola there, if you are reading this and thank you. Please forgive the marked lack of articulation.
When I come back from Singapore, I take off for Delhi for a few days, chilling out with family and friends who are moving from Australia to South Asia but quickly dropping in to Delhi before doing so. Delhi junta, I love hot imartis and I don't get them here in Mumbai. Please feed a starving waif. Or something.
Yesterday, my picture appeared in Deccan Herald as part of a story on blogging and people who are in Bangalore were kind enough to point it out. You can see the link here. The picture is one that was taken in London on our last trip and I quite like it. I look unhurried in it, which is actually quite far from the truth because I was actually racing towards Oxford Street in this one, howling at the Sale signs, like a mad werewolf that well, likes shopping.
Roop wrote a sweet post this morning, saying that her husband surprised her with a copy of BUV. I sure hope she likes it after he has been to such trouble to get it for her. No pressure, Roop but you better love the book.
I watched Kaminey on Tata Sky's Showcase. I thought it was great and that Priyanka Chopra can act. How unfair, skinny and successful and talented and reminiscent of the gorgeous Parveen Babi. How will I run her down now? Recently I also watched a disturbing movie called Perfume, which was very sensual and all that but left me with nightmares. Seen it?
The resolution to read more since reading On Writing has been rather successful, I am happy to report. Now, I was reading The Frenchman's Creek by Daphne Du Maurier when we were in the process of moving. I looked away for a single moment and I found that the book had been packed away with the rest of the things in that room. All very well except that I have not been able to find it even though we have unpacked everything. An unfinished book rattles me like a thorn in the side. After wailing about it for several days, I ended up starting and then completing Murakami's brilliant The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles. He is so headed for the Noble. I have since then for completely inexplicable reasons started a book called Eat Pray Love which I am not connecting with at all. M keeps telling me to dump it and start on Monkey Business, his personal recommendation but he doesn't understand how much trouble I have not finishing a book that I have started. It's a character flaw.
Diwali is not too far away but instead of the mild nip in the air and the misty mornings and the festive smell, we have unrelenting heat in Mumbai. Like every year, it depresses me no end. Maybe the Delhi trip will do me good.
So yes, that's my news. What has been happening with you? Movies? Books? Travel? Festival plans? Tell all.