All that jazz in 2 months!

Has it really been almost 2 months since my last blog post? Am tempted to say that time really flies (nothing new) and in these two months, so many things happened:-


1) My baby sister isn't really a baby anymore because she just turned 14 in June (sob sob). I can't even lecture her about the big bad world because she's way matured than I was at her age!
2) I began to sprout a wisdom tooth which needless to say, made my head ache like mad. Why didn't anybody warn me that wisdom hurts??
3) I came down with the worst food poisoning episode in 28 years in July. Just my tummy taking revenge for years of processing junk food. After one week of moaning like a banshee in pain and endless trips to the loo, I can confidently say 'Lesson learnt!'.
4) I discovered that Penguin Literature classics (and you thought the literature genes died after college!) retail for just 4 SGD each. C'mon, I pay 5 SGD for 2 litres of milk!!

I also figured that my little boy is becoming taller, that I can't carry him as easily as I could last year and that he is getting more independent by the day. This little brat of mine doesnt even let me give him a kiss. Instead he lectures ' No kissing on the lips ok? That's chee chee. Only kiss on the forehead or on the cheek!'. Am thinking I should have kissed him heaps more when he was a baby and wasn't strong enough to fight his mother off. These days, my little one has discovered the power of running. And running fast..

After 3 years of parenting, I can tell you that being a mother is so much tougher and fun than it appears. I wish my mother had handed me a few books on how to be a great mother instead of an worn out copy of ' What to expect when you're expecting'. But then again, why should words of wisdom from an expert apply to children all over the planet? After all, isn't each child different in his or her own way? So, it's with plenty of confidence that I can tell you:

- Kids imitate you all the time. My son has imaginary conversations with my sister on his cell phone (yes he has a cell-phone with no battery or sim card, a Nokia which I was only too happy to get rid of!) and when I ask him who he's talking to, tells me ' I'm talking to Nikki chech. Can you please go out of the room?' Someday when he discovers the magic of a real sim card, I can imagine what his conversations will be like and having a heart attack every month when I pay the bill.

- Just when you're in the middle of a nice nap, your kid has to go to the loo. And he will pester you till he gets his way. On second thoughts, it's better to get up and do the needful because who likes cleaning a mess?

- You reluctantly agree to watch spongebob squarepants although you're dying to know what's cooking up on Wisteria Lane in your favourite show. What's better? Hearing spongebob yap or a non-stop tantrum for 5 minutes? No wonder, am becoming a desperate housewife myself!

- Forget about watching a movie non-stop for 2 hours. Because that's the time your kid will most likely want to watch You Tube videos, play football, or of late, play angry birds!

- They are the little masters of manipulation. Real life example: My kid was running a high fever one day and of course I said no to giving him ice-cream. The next day he comes to the kitchen, gives out a fake cough and says ' Mummy, I need cough medicine. I have cough'. And I spent the next 5 minutes reassuring him he did not need medicine because he did NOT have a cough. To which, the little brat asked' Ok, then can I have some ice-cream please?' He's already learnt the art of beating round the bush and confusing his mother!

It's no wonder then that so many moms I have spoken to actually feel like they come from the dinosaur age. I completely echo that sentiment. I've learnt the hard way that if I have to discipline my child, I not only need to prove who the boss is but I also have to think 20 steps ahead of him!! Just like my parents did, am blinking when I hear my 3 year old say a witty liner and am wondering how much wider the generation gap is going to get. Through all the confusion and fun moments, am glad to say that I'm learning to be a mom the other way round- one day at a time. :-))

To buy or not to buy- that is seriously my dilemma

In my last post, I talked about going to a book fair and stocking up on more books. As luck would have it, I never made it to that fair for reasons I just don't remember now. ANYhoo, on my last trip to India, I discovered a few sites that sold books online. I've always maintained that browsing through books in a bookstore is an experience that's an ever-changing one. And one that I have always relished although in the past 3 years, I've had to be quicker in deciding what I wanted to buy because my kid doesn't understand what's so interesting about books that don't have any pictures inside! On the flip side, after I shelled out 5000 bucks (with a 10% discount thanks to DC books) in December at the DC bookstore not far from my house, even I had to admit that the soaring rates of novels were a tad too much for a bookworm like me. Add to that my mother's comment of ' You spent 5000 rupees of BOOKS? I could have bought 2 nice salwars with that!'. And you can understand why I was left feeling more stupid than happy with my purchase.

Anyways, I discovered a site called www.uread.com which claimed to give fantastic discounts on books of all genres. After some general surfing, I wondered why I had never thought about buying books online before. Of course, maybe because it's an Indian site, the prices are different. Am not so sure that Amazon would have worked out as cheaply for me on the other hand. The bottom line is that every book (and they have a fantastic range of I like to think all the books on the planet) had a minimum of 15% discount on the selling price. When I glanced through the books I had purchased from the DC store, I realised that I could have saved a minimum of 1000 bucks. Besides, I have the luxury of ordering what I want from the site, they'll courier it across to me and I can even choose to pay after the delivery is made. How cool is that??

So, I did make 2 purchases from uread.com. The prompt service encouraged me to buy from them again, only that the second time around I wasn't as thrilled with the service they had to offer. Just when I had made out a cheque to them, their customer rep gives me a call and says ' Why not deposit the payment directly in our Axis bank account? It'll be faster and we'll process your order within hours.' ( Unfortunately, the only 2 Axis bank branches were each a good 2 hours away from me. And as irony would have it, after the entire order-delivery issue was sorted out, a 3rd Axis branch opened directly opposite my house. Luck I tell you, Grrrrrr) So, I beg my dad who has become extremely finicky about LENDING his credit card to his daughters to please please conduct this one transaction online for me. Now, when you're the beggar, you can't be the chooser as well. So I had to wait 2 miserable days till dad finally kept aside 5 minutes to purchase the books for me. You'd think my troubles were over, but wait, the page which shows that the transaction was successful, didn't come at all. And although I don't want to tell my non internet savvy dad that there could be a goofup on the part of the site, secretly am praying that I don't have to repeat the entire process again!

And guess what? The customer rep tells me oh so calmly, that the website was undergoing some updates so they would have to get back to me on whether they had received my payment or not. Which website in the world allows online transactions if they know it probably won't go through in the first place? Anyways, they did manage to trace my payment and by then they had messed up my order too. 3 books which I had deleted from my wish list magically appeared in my shopping cart. Then in order to gnaw at whatever few grey cells I had, I was unable to stay logged on for more than 2 minutes. So I actually wasted 5 hours sitting like the hunchback of notre- dame at my laptop and struggling to edit my purchases. By then, I was furious enough to bang my laptop up and down as well (but thank goodness I didn't, because that would have just been entirely my loss!)

And then, maybe as punishment for all the mails I sent them, they didn't courier me my purchases all at once either. I realised too late that they didn't have 2 books in their warehouse and that I would have to wait longer for it to reach me. After you complain and tear your hair out for a period of time, there suddenly comes a phase when you become calm and you just can't be bothered anymore! And that's what happened to me too. By then I had lost the excitement of receiving my books and I couldn't have cared less if the postman decided to flick one for himself or if the Loch ness monster decided to add one of my purchases to her collection. In the end, I did get my books, but they weren't worth all that tension and unnecessary stress. Add to that, a nagging voice which reminds me that I wouldn't have had to put up with the same experience at a bookstore. A terrible catch 22 situation to be in, isn't it?

Here and there and EVERYwhere!

I ought to be finishing a client's project at this moment, but I couldn't resist taking a break and writing a new post. It's been ages since I wrote a new post and I blame that squarely on the number of projects that I have been working on since Jan. Being a freelance writer, of course there are plenty of times when you really want to be part of a project and you get rejected right at the start. Not a great feeling so when you DO get chosen for a project, it's such a wonderful high! I've been so busy that I didn't even get much time to catch up on reading and you know how I cannot live without books. I'm hoping I'll be able to make some time on March 18 to attend a book fair where everything will be sold at a major discount of 80%. Of course, at the rate at which I'm going, I'll probably take 2 years to get through my current lot of books, but stocking up for a rainy day never hurt anyone!

I finally made my list of resolutions. And unfortunately, I could not stick to just a few. By the time I had written down whatever I wanted to set right this year, my list numbered more than 10 resolutions. These days I have to remind myself to look my list every day so that I remember them. The main motto for this year is 'As you think, so you become.' Quite powerful and it sums up what a lot of preachers and gurus take hours to explain. One of the resolutions for this year is to pay more attention to myself physically and emotionally. When you're a woman who juggles so many roles, you tend to give so much of yourself to others that you feel burned out at the end of the day. Last year, I knew I had done so many things for my family but what had I done for myself? Not much which is why I wasn't able to shake off a deep feeling of unsatisfaction. This year I want to put in that effort to make myself happier and not to forget taking care of myself. So these days when I want to buy myself a handbag I do it without mentally calculating how much lesser my bank account figure will be. I have also started hitting the gym regularly. I long gave up the desire to lose weight and instead decided to focus on getting fit. Plenty of diseases run in my family and I want to make sure that I can healthy a few more years without succumbing to any of them. I actually began to enjoy working out because it felt that I was doing something for myself again!

The next thing I've started doing again is baking. I love baking and I regret not having explored this love of mine a bit more. I love baking a cake more than eating it myself. And for years I've wanted to buy one of those hand mixers that whisk your batter into a creamy texture. I finally did and now I use any excuse to make a cake just so that I get to use it. I also royally overlook the instructions that clearly say to whisk for only 2 minutes. I let it slip into 5 because it feels like I'm creating rippled cream that looks divine. Hubby says I'm responsible for his weight gain but what the heck, anything to use my darling hand mixer. I love it even more because it didn't cost the earth like I thought it would! So today after am done with the project, am going to try making my first blueberry cake. Last time I checked my little purple dearies were looking mightily ignored in the fridge. Now they no longer will be! and who can resist a little bit of cake batter. Why is cake batter so much more yummier than a cake? Sigh..I'll never know!

Kiddo is down with another awful viral flu which is getting all 3 of us down. Hopefully he will get back to his naughty healthy self in  a few days but for now, it's the thought of yummy baking that's keeping me going.

Till next time!

The kids seriously are having the last laugh!

I've learnt a terrible truth the hard way- that as I get older the next generation is getting smarter and smarter in ways that I just cannot keep up with. If I thought I was the boss of this house ( atleast, isn't that what we women like to think) all such illusions have run away after the entry of Junior John. These days, this ageing mother humbly takes orders from a 2 year old. So if I tell my kid that I have pain in my hand, he comes over, whacks me and says ' MY hand painu OK?????' And as if the way he says 'OK' wasn't already  intimidating enough, he likes to repeat it again, only this time with more emphasis! So rule number one in this house- only kiddo is allowed to express pain of any kind and as a reward even gets a free massage from his poor mother who is the actual victim. :-(

So, while I was moping about the fact that I have missed the final episodes of Masterchef USA, Star World enlivens my dismal mood with trailers of the all new American Idol and Glee Season 2 which are slated to entertain me this month. Since I had nothing better to do, I thought I'd bring a smile of happiness to the brains behind Junior Masterchef Australia, because let's face it- who really wants to see kids cook? (not when there's an even more entertaining program where a dumb blonde and a dumb guy have a very important global  decision to make- who should they eventually marry from 25 suitors? Don't believe me? Then simply watch the Bachelor and the Bachelorette anytime you feel like laughing at the ridiculous shows people take great pains to participate in!) Anyways, back to the subject. So like I said, kids being confident enough to cook on tv must have a few laughs up its sleeve. But as I realised the hard way, the joke was completely on me!

These kids were simply phenomenal when it came to cooking anything! Their desserts were so top class that my eyes couldn't believe it. Even more confusing was the way the kids so easily dished up French cuisine,  made a gooey choco lava cake perfectly gooey and the confidence with which they pronounced seriously hard words. Oh I forgot, why should that be a surprise? After all most of them have been cooking since the age of four!

 They knew how to work with more difficult ingredients like fish and could even tell parsley apart from coriander ( at 28, I still confuse one for the other). As if, it wasn't humiliating enough to see kids as young as 8 years of age cooking up a storm and then displaying it so beautifully; I was even compelled to shed a tear when 6 kids were eliminated from the competition. This cruel cruel world! When asked why they liked cooking, one kid replied ' I find it very relaxing. It really helps calm me down.' I was thinking eh? Ah just wait sweetie, wait till you're married and you're doing it every day of your life! I liked the reply a very cheeky kid gave instead ' I like cooking because I get to eat the dish at the end.' Now there's a kid after my own heart. I knew that hogging wasn't a talent that ended with my generation!

So I know how my mum feels whenever my kid sister asks her something perfectly out of the way which leaves my poor mum scratching her head in confusion.  (like 'Mum did you hear Alicia Key's last song or do you know who Fergie is- to which dear mum confidently replied' Yes, she is the Duchess of York'.)  ' Oh, you're soo last century ma' is my sister's usual diagnosis or ' Mum, you are so outdated!'. But my mum isn't one to give up a fight. She screams' Don't you dare say am outdated. Did you see that polka dots are back in fashion? Did you know that polka dots were in fashion in the 60's and I used to only wear such nice fashionable clothes?' So while Nikki is royally laughing at mum's outburst ( I mean seriously how are Fergie and polka dots related??), I took a step back and was just analysing the situation.

 Someday there could be a serious role reversal where my kid asks me some bizarre question and because I don't want him to think that his mother is only a bookworm (hell, he'll think that anyways!!), I can see myself justifying my lack of knowledge about all things yo and cool, too. And if he dares enter my kitchen and cooks up a feast all by himself at the humble age of 8, I think I'll probably need  a psychiatrist then. I think it's time I sat down and became more in tune with what the next generation is already upto. And if that includes buying an I Pad and an I Phone, then I really don't mind. But if it involves sitting through teenage flicks like Twilight then maybe a little ignorance isn't such a bad thing after all!

My Little Boss at Home

I took a good look at my little boy the other day and realised with a pang that he was growing up so fast. What is it about motherhood, that you long for your child to become more independent and give you some breathing space, and when he does just that; you begin to long for him to 'need' you again. Personally, I was the happiest person in the house when I enrolled him in day care, simply because I was near exploding point myself what with the writing for clients, cooking, cleaning and a 100 other things that just have to get done. On top of that, the pressure cooker would be singing its own tune, a Barney video would be switched on the whole day, I discovered the existence of a highly irritating train called Thomas( why my kid adores him, I don't know) and I even began to hum the theme songs of all his favourite cartoons! That's when I decided that enough was enough and it was high time I got some  un Barney infested silence to listen to now and then.

Here are a few star sentences he now says around the house. Keep in mind that he is  a firm believer in the hippie tradition of addressing his parents purely on first name basis.-


- Shanjoo are you ok? ( no darling, most of the times am not!)
- Mama, is it painu? ( Once he saw me rubbing sunscreen on my arms and assumed I was in pain; the little sweetehart)

- Can you see this? ( He said this sentences just once)
- I don't wan it. ( This is said atleast 5 times during meal times and milk drinking sessions, every single day)
- I wan....( Kiddo always wan's a hundred different things everyday and insists he gets it pronto, unless I want to be punished with my ears ringing with his screaming)
- Hmm, its a tasty snack..( my kid is a true connoisseur of good food. You should hear him slurp and make loud sounds when he likes something he eats.. I sometimes think I too should take a page from his book and loudly show my appreciation of good food in a non verbal way)
- Oh-oh, ------ fell down. Baby is crying.. Mama, doggy is boiken.

I like the fact that my kid is so certain of his own individuality. He insists on having his own fork, spoon and plate, and no he doesn't want the bib because Shanjoo isn't wearing one. If we were to, then he MAY consider doing the same! He even plonks himself on the sofa and screams- MY chair, MY doggy, MY mama.

If you thought that kids were all about sweetness and honey and all that, let me tell you how wrong you are. They are by far much more intelligent, smarter and manipulative than we give them credit for. I've understood that they play us in their own way and allow us to think that we have the last say! For instance, when correcting kiddo and instructing him on behavior that is deemed proper by society; he will suddenly develop a 'painu' in his hand, toe or head. Concerned mother hen that I'am I used to fuss over his imaginary pain and completely forget what the conversation was about. And all the while, my little kid is smiling away to glory- in the end acting skills have clearly overshadowed crazy mum's lecture. I grew wise to his ways when I realised what was happening. And for a while, kiddo reluctantly subjected himself to my wisdom and mannerisms filled lectures again. Till he hit upon idea number 2.

And idea number 2 is a clear super-champion in comparison to tactic no , because he plays on something I have in excess- emotion! Just before he gets a dose or after getting one, he comes running and says- ' Mama, hug.' So while I'm trying to maintain my angry face, needless to say, it gets completely wiped out whenever I feel his small arms tightly hug my legs. And so ladies and gentlemen, I completely give in and I humbly state that I'm unable to do any further disciplining after that. I don't know if there's anything that gets to your heart directly the way a child's hug and kiss do. You really need to have a heart of stone, if that one innocent move doesn't melt you. I know it does me, and I have no clue for how many years, the hugs are going to keep coming; so it makes sense to enjoy them now.

I I have of course planned my revenge- hopefully kid no 2 will be a daughter who will have my crazy curls, my utterly unruly behaviour, will have stockpiles of confidence combined with stubborness and in other words- be a fantastic replica of her mother!!! But like a friend warned me- ' Don't plan so much. You may have another son instead.' That was enough for me to put all my enticing dreams back in the box and shut the lid. :-(

Anyways.. This blog post was supposed to be about my little guy.... Like any other parent, I have so many wants for him. And I'm learning another painful essential about parenthood- letting go one bit at a time. So, although I dread the day already when my kid will get even more independent and learn how to make an omelette by myself; I love him with a firm protective love that only a mother can give and with the hope that he'll always have a hug for me..