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Kill them, Kasab style

I woke with a deeply disturbed mind. How much is too much? How many is too many? When will the government understand and realize that all this has gone too far? Inside, I knew this was going to happen. The girl would be flown out of the nation to avoid political unrest. Then she would die there at midnight. What shame.

Why do this to a girl? Can 6 men together feel animal lust at the same time? When does one lose their morals - while staring at a woman wearing makeup? or while staring at a woman in jeans? If 6 men were in it together, how is it that not even one of them thought it was wrong and stopped it? So if we were to take a sample size of 10 men in our country, are 6/10 of them animals? What upbringing did these men have? Did they grow up with no morals at all? If they thought a girl travelling with a male friend at 9.30 pm was wrong, did they not think raping her was wrong too? 
Dear Men,
As a woman who has been in this country for 26 years now, I'd like to say something o…

Paranoid Pragi

Paranoia was not a part of me before my son arrived. Now, Im totally paranoid about a few things.

1) While he sleeps in his cradle and I on the bed, I follow his every breath. (some infants have noisy breathing till they are 6 months). If he turns in his sleep, I immediately lose sleep. Padhu wakes up with that jerk I give every time I get up to check on him.

2) When I watch a movie on my laptop, I wear one earphone only. Just in case baby G makes a noise, u know.

3) He sleeps for three hours after his bath. I insist on being there in the same room, or someone else if I'm stepping out for a bath.

4) I don't let him cry much. When he cries, I feel like the whole world's weight is on my shoulders. When he stops, I feel like taking rest. phew!

5) On those days that his blue fleece blanket is in the laundry, I think he doesn't sleep well. Even though he looks normal.

6) I keep thinking about schools he will join in a lot. Yes, now itself.


I'm going to need a lot of he…

RIP Rajam Mami

The love for music is in the genes for a few.. I'm one of them. My grandmother learnt music, then my mother learnt music and I learnt music... Carnatic music. I couldnt finish because of the long boarding school life. But at the age of two my mum sent me to maami my neighbour. She taught me slokas and Carnatic music.

During summer holidays my brother and I used to go to her every weekend for a two hour long class. She would start and end with the sapasa. Her handwriting in Tamil was huge letters that filled our 'Paatu notes'. She remembered every lyric... However long the song was. My grandma learnt from her for almost 40 years. She always taught about how Mami remembered the lyrics of Ashtapathi that she taught my grandma for three years (it was that long). She taught 10 other maamis along with my grandma. Everyone found it weird how my grandma joined a group of maamis to learn music. My grandma was the start to music in my family and Maami was the reason.

Maami came fro…

Super 100!

It's my little boy's 100th day today and I'm super happy! Days have not gone by in a wink and all..every day has been enjoyed and photographed with joy!

Around the time I was pregnant with Gnan, 3 other very good friends were also expecting. 3/4 are boys and all my friends are enjoying the season just as much as I am. It's a very different journey as a parent. All of a sudden im the voice of someone entirely. The responsibility is fun!

Like one of my friends said "it's like I have a doll of my own that I can dress up, bathe, clean and cuddle!" It was one hilarious thing to say about her own child but the initial days felt like that. Mummy did the tough parts of putting him to sleep, bathing him. All, I had to do was feed him and choose the clothes he had to wear! (what fun)

100 days down! Online hi-fi!!

Kasab.exe

So many people, so many opinions. Finally one giant secret and Kasab is hung. All the government needs to learn now is to maintain secrets like they did with this one.

 RIP Kasab. You took the wrong lane and you you die in shame.

My no-cracker Diwali

Happy Diwali first of all!

Every year I keep thinking I should not burst crackers during Diwali, but fail miserably. This year the same thing happened, but I didn't buy any new ones. I finished all the old ones that were lying n my attic. Mum is happy the attic has more space now. It is my first Diwali as a parent and yet I acted like a kid when I saw my dad light the first cracker! Will power and self control.

Baby G's first Diwali - With the mild winter setting in, he loves to cuddle close into me and sleep with my quilt over his. He woke only at 845 which gave me loads of sleep. All I had to do was hand him over to my parents and start getting ready. When I was ready and downstairs G was all dressed up and smart! What fun it is to see dad carry him to the little Ganapathy statue in our lawn and make him pray there!

With a long photo session with my grandparents and his grandparents, G went back to sleep. He woke around our lunch time and Skyped with his mama in the UK. Wit…

Back actively, I hope.

The past couple of months have been a whirlpool of emotions and events. The baby arrived on August 14 and yes, my husband won. It's a boy and we're naming him Gnaneshwar. Gnan meaning knowledge and Eshwar name of the god whose temple we got married in. Not exactly his temple, but... Well, u get the point.

Gnan is 89 days old now. And the 89 days have been so new. Every minute he is awake is a moment to treasure (that's what I'll say now but I don't remember much from the labor room itself). I've been told a million time not to watch Gnan when he is asleep, but I just don't listen. Watching anyone sleep so peacefully makes me want to sleep too!

 After two months with my mother's guidance and care, Gnan and I have come to Padhu's house and started as a family. It's wonderful to experience one more person in our little nest. Now that I'm the only girl, I hope I get more than my share of love from the boys. Padhu wants Gnan to play hockey like …

I'm alive! Twice actually :)

I took so long to write this post, even Blogger changed! I'm not lazy. I promise. I'm just anything but lazy.
Its been exactly 4 months since my last post... I'm guilty now!

Well, the past few months have been a real journey.. with the pregnancy and the attention I was getting, I was bound to lose myself and forget anything else that was important to me. The past 8 months have been consuming - mentally and physically. I look like one of those actresses who just stuff their tummies with a pillow and pronounce themselves pregnant. I haven't gained weight anywhere else but my tummy and my family is complaining. What can I do? Like mother, like daughter.

Being in India Padhu and I don't know the sex of the baby yet. Do we want to? No. All the shopping for the baby is done in yellow and green though my mother favored nothing but blue. What is it with these elders and  their love for boys? I know no one from my family is going to read this so I'm gonna say it out lo…

Oops, Page 3 bugged me

How does Saif Ali Khan's brawl at a restaurant take precedence over 16 soldiers killed in an avalanche in Kashmir? How? HOW?

Why does it matter if the Bachan family have named their new child Abhilasha or Aaliyah?

Why is it so important if Rajinikanth acts with Katrina or Deepika?

Honestly, news ain't news anymore. Gossip is more like it.

Ok, next post will not be as late as this one.. my morning sickness is just making me lie in bed all day! Will be back for sure!