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  • Believe it or not – Julia Roberts cooks for her family

    When I was a little girl and comics were a rare commodity, I would eagerly cut up all the strips that would come in the regular papers and make my own comic book by collecting them as they appeared. So crazy was I for this kind of “literature” that I even collected Ripley’s Believe it or not….most of the time not believing what they reported.

    I was reminded of this column this afternoon when I fleeting caught the headline ” Julia likes to cook for her family”. While I believe this statement, I find it hard to believe that she actually cooks three meals a day for her family every day of the week and every week of the year………Now if she does manage that I think she deserves a mention in Ripley’s Believe it or not.

    With Bayda doing the bunk and with reports from my very sour grapevine in Pune stating that she intends visiting my premises like visiting faculty, I am beginning to believe that I need to really get better and more reliable help. With my job profile having recently changed to full time granny, it is hard to do housework, cook 3 x 3 meals, wash and iron clothes, do the dusting, open doors and answer phones, attend to emails and much much more all in 30- minute tranches when baby catches up with his 40 winks……..

    Unfortunately I don’t even have the time to pass the word around that I’m looking for a part time cook who will at least take care of part of the meals and make my workload that much lighter. So till such time that I actually find a solution, I can take comfort in the fact that if the Original Pretty Woman can cook for her family, why not I?

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  • Happy chaos

    When days turn into nights and nights turn into days
    When moments become shorter than nano seconds
    And hours rush by like minutes
    Those days of hectic activity when one merges into the next
    Are truly the best.

    These past few days have been a whirl and a blur of activity but every night I crash into bed tired and happy. Tired because I’ve worked physically and happy because I have something to work for. And if you have a family to work for you should consider yourself even more blessed.

    This week a centenarian aunt of my husband is in the ICU after a bad fall in the bathroom. For most old people this is the beginning of the end. But this lady is holding on by a mere thread, moving in and out of consciousness waiting for her daughter to return from her visit to the States. I think the old lady is truly blessed that her daughter who has dedicated her life to looking after her mother still thinks it is worth her while to come back ( after leaving her only a week earlier) to be with her while she breathes her last. I personally know of people who don’t bother about their parents especially when they are old and dying because dying is inevitable while living is more important……….I wonder if they will have people crying when they die or saying ” well she had to go some day!”

  • Making a spectacle of myself

    My Diwali has been a really hectic one though this was the first time ever that I didn’t make a single traditional sweet. In fact this was my first un-traditional Diwali where I worked my XXX off and still didn’t do anything festive.  This was mainly because Bayda the Bai decided to celebrate her Diwali and left me before the festival even began with the threat of never returning. So when my brother came down for our Diwali party (which was a catered affair thankfully) I had just a two minute’s hesitation before I jumped into his car for the ride back to Pune to make a quick trip to see my folks.

    I realised how foolish this impulsive decision was only when I sat in the car and realised that I had left my spectacles at home. I also realised that six hours in the car was not really the ideal way to treat a dodgy back but having once sat in the car, I had no option but to just go on. Luckily my back held and I spent a lovely 12 hours with my folks. On the way back home I jumped into a bus ( the easiest way to travel if you don’t have a reservation) and when I got on, I realised I couldn’t see the seat number. I asked the driver to show me where the seat was and he pointed out the number on the ticket! That made me want to whack him because I knew where it was on the ticket, I wanted to know where the seat was in the bus!!! When I asked him to point out the seat, he looked aghast that I, an apparently educated person , couldn’t read????

    I felt equally foolish when I told him that I didn’t have my spectacles which was why I couldn’t read….

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