Twenty- five Seven

Yet another beginning

May 8, 2020

I have been blogging for over 11 years now.

And I’ve made several changes

Well, I actually thought that the last time I started a new blog it would be my last one. After all, I was no longer a newbie, I had made my mistakes and my blog was here to stay.

But last month when I got a renewal notice from my hosting provider SiteGround, Hubby Dear and Daughter No 1 put their foot down. ( Or should it be feet because between the two of them they had four feet to put down).

“Enough,” they said in unison, “You have wasted enough money and time on your blog so now if you want to continue blogging, do it for FREE”.

So, I must be about the only person on this planet who is moving from a self hosted blog to a FREE.

In hindsight ( 2020? ) this might be the best option since

a) Everyone is tightening their belts so a non-profit activity should also be a non-cost activity.

b) With lifestyles changing and most people having to do their own work, less people will be interested in reading blogs etc.

c) Working from home will mean more time on the screen so people are hardly likely to spend more time than required staring at the screen.

Why I changed my blog hosting site.

So what I did was import all my content from “Mumbai On A High” to this new blog site.

I hope to slowly re-vamp it weeding out the irrelevant content, sorting it out so that I hope it will become a better reading experience for you dear readers.

Thank you for your support

During the AtoZ Challenge this year, I got 10 new subscribers and finally touched the 1000 subscriber mark.

As ShailajaV said in her Webinar last week, one’s subscribers/followers are not always one’s audience. But nonetheless, it is a nice ego massage to know that there are so many people out there who actually found it worthwhile becoming a regular subscriber.

So hang on there and see you soon.

Ciao

18.975795 72.816086
Zip lipped

April 30, 2020

The noise levels at home can sometimes become deafening. Despite our living so high up ( or probably because of it) we are subject to noises from the crack of dawn.
Right from the parrots screeching to ambulances wailing to workmen hammering away. We hardly get a moment’s peace and quiet. And sometimes in the afternoon, especially when the three Little Ones are extra chirpy and you’ve had a heavy meal, you could do with some peace and quiet.

One afternoon I wanted to watch a potboiler playing on TV and requested the twiblings to keep quiet so that I could listen to the dialogues without putting the volume on super loud.

After half an hour of deathly silence, I got a fright. They were far too quiet. What happened to the kids? They couldn’t be so silent for so long.

I went outside my bedroom and found them playing at their favourite game in pin-drop silence. They had taped their mouth with a sticker of a hero sandwich!

I was horrified and asked them what they were up to

“Nothing,” came their muffled answer. “You told us to ZIP our lips!
Thank God they didn’t take me literally and sew zips on their mouths!

With this, I’ve come to the last of my stories about my Little Ones. I do hope you enjoyed them as much as I enjoyed recounting them.

Ciao

With this post, I’ve come to the end of the AtoZ2020 Challenge, a month-long blog hop where participants posted 26 posts, one for every Alphabet, every day except Sundays.
I do hope you enjoyed these posts and thank you for dropping by every day and following the wisdom of my Little People.
How to solve a YouTube crisis

April 29, 2020

In the good old days, I remember my granny telling me the story of the Crow and the Sparrow while having my meals. In this story, a wet crow wants shelter in a sparrow’s home. Now the crow’s house was made of cow dung which got washed away during the rains. The sparrow’s house was made of wax hence it withstood the rain.

This traditional folk tale can go on for as long as the child is eating because the sparrow keeps on making excuses not to open the door and let the crow in. And with each excuse, granny would stuff a morsel into my mouth.

But this granny is short of patience. Besides, my grandson was born in the time of technology. He much preferred the nursery rhymes and stories on YouTube to my rambling stories that became more and more ridiculous with each meal.

However, one day, YouTube refused to work. I was getting frantic because Wow Dinga was now completely hooked onto his lunchtime story and wouldn’t eat without it. But he showed remarkable calm and said

“Ajji, why don’t you delete your YouTube App, reboot your iPad and install it again?”

And this from someone who was just 2.5 years old? I definitely didn’t know how to do more than putting a light switch on at that age.

Ciao