Sunday, October 27, 2013
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Teenage is coming soon
- Gold Cine Awards
- Category Best Jodi Award
- Vineesh query
- What is love marriage ? What is arrange marriage ?
- Category Best Jodi Award
- Vineesh query
- What is love marriage ?
- What is arrange marriage ?
- Did you fall in love with papa first ?
- Papa fell in love with u first ?????
- What was the first letter or word I said ???? .
Learnings of CID
Nouns in Hindi .
Daya is wayktivachak (proper noun ) or bhavvachak sanghya ( abstract noun )
Mom obviously proper now . CID ka Daya .
Daya is wayktivachak (proper noun ) or bhavvachak sanghya ( abstract noun )
Mom obviously proper now . CID ka Daya .
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Vineesh friends move to Pune.
There is so much to say about Vineesh and his friends Hrit and Naisha . Its great to have child hood friends and be connected . Its been around 3 yrs that we have known each other. It always felt like family .We are so different in nature but still so connected . The best thing was the children connected so well that we all bonded great .
Yesterday Hrit , Naisha moved to Pune . We went to say our last byes after school .They were so happy to seem each other ,accpetig the facts that they are moving away and they will not see each other for quiet some time. Vineesh wanted to stay till end (till they sat in the car ). I asked Vineesh how he felt about his friend's moving . He seemed to have accepted the fact . He has also seen Yash, Jay shift . He meets them when we travel to Delhi . He seemed quiet convinced that he will meet Hrit, Naisha too may be not that often.
But when he got up early morning while having his breakfast
He suddenly said . " Mama I am missing Hrit , Naisha".
How do I tell him that I missing Tulika aunty too. That's how life is . Distances definitely make a difference but here I have decided I am going make an effort that it does not happen and be connected to each other . Thanks to FB and mail and chats . Pleas get a cam Tulika we need to c each other too .
After the moment we have made a couple of visits to Pune . Then we came to know of us moving to Nigeria . So our last adventures visit to Pune .
All set go and meet Tulika and the kids . We set of in the Mumbai to Pune bus . 3 hrs journey bang acros her house there we were . One night stay . As usual me and not shop really does not work so we planned the West side . Loads of shopping din't want to regret not finding the stuff in Lagos . A new wallet , some good junk jewellery , clothes which is the best I love to have and a lot more .
It was a blast . Children had a ball . Tucked into one room all of us the three kids me and Tulika . The day ends and I don't feel like leaving . I actually missed the bus . Then finally lef and decided to take the next one . All alone with vineesh now heading back to mumbai with all the fun we had and lovely memories .
Finally no sign of bus , all going to full . Took a private sharing taxi . All women so took the chane . The Jhansi rani attitude . I can do it all . Quiet scary when vineesh fell of to sleep and they said you can grab something we will take care of him . I refuse . I stayed in no getting of come what may . No food no washroom . Kept praying Mumbai come soon .
Finally reached Sion . I thought I would get of at Bandra . Since all got of there I decided not be in the taxi alone . Will take another taxi and move to kandivali . Me and my sudden decision took an auto . On the way back at Bandra highway saw 2 bikers along with us , din't bother too much .
Suddenly I tucked vineesh closer to me and kept my purse on the other side and then one boy just gets almost in picks my purse and my purse it's gone and gone with the bikers . I am screaming my purse . Now when I think it still gets shivers and makes me feel funny it was total film scene . Never got that bag back .
I am quiet sure the auto guy was involved . It's difficult for someone to come so lose if the auto is not slow . This had terrified Vineesh . I could not get off and could not do anything . Totally helpless .
I too was scared to do anything at that moment thinking the auto guy could take us else where .
It took me quiet. Some time to sit back at peace in an auto or maybe that's why Africa came . No more autos .
All set go and meet Tulika and the kids . We set of in the Mumbai to Pune bus . 3 hrs journey bang acros her house there we were . One night stay . As usual me and not shop really does not work so we planned the West side . Loads of shopping din't want to regret not finding the stuff in Lagos . A new wallet , some good junk jewellery , clothes which is the best I love to have and a lot more .
It was a blast . Children had a ball . Tucked into one room all of us the three kids me and Tulika . The day ends and I don't feel like leaving . I actually missed the bus . Then finally lef and decided to take the next one . All alone with vineesh now heading back to mumbai with all the fun we had and lovely memories .
Finally no sign of bus , all going to full . Took a private sharing taxi . All women so took the chane . The Jhansi rani attitude . I can do it all . Quiet scary when vineesh fell of to sleep and they said you can grab something we will take care of him . I refuse . I stayed in no getting of come what may . No food no washroom . Kept praying Mumbai come soon .
Finally reached Sion . I thought I would get of at Bandra . Since all got of there I decided not be in the taxi alone . Will take another taxi and move to kandivali . Me and my sudden decision took an auto . On the way back at Bandra highway saw 2 bikers along with us , din't bother too much .
Suddenly I tucked vineesh closer to me and kept my purse on the other side and then one boy just gets almost in picks my purse and my purse it's gone and gone with the bikers . I am screaming my purse . Now when I think it still gets shivers and makes me feel funny it was total film scene . Never got that bag back .
I am quiet sure the auto guy was involved . It's difficult for someone to come so lose if the auto is not slow . This had terrified Vineesh . I could not get off and could not do anything . Totally helpless .
I too was scared to do anything at that moment thinking the auto guy could take us else where .
It took me quiet. Some time to sit back at peace in an auto or maybe that's why Africa came . No more autos .
No mess more stress
A Sick Day
Stop running , Stop Jumping , I am so missing it all .
I prefer the mess than the stress .
Totally dislike the sight of him on bed .
We have our weekly test every Wednesday , but my main concern is not the test . Its the assembly act on Thursday.
Yes " It sounds funny I know , but
He has been practising and really working on it for tow weeks now.
I believe life has many test and he has many to give .
I am serious when its studies ; can't forget that he is an awesome orator and has good command on stage .
He has to enact the following lines
Kaccha hu ya pakka , hu fibre mei achha
Mujmey hai vitamin A , B , C , D
Niyamat roop se khaye toh ,
Ho jaye rog freee free free ,
Tum sab ka yaha kya hai kaam ,
Mei hu gunwan
Mei hi rahunga iss bag mei
Papita mera Naam
I am just hoping when he goes to school on Thursday his teacher still keeps him as a part of the act and lets him perform . He might get disappointed if he is not able too .
We don't know what may be the case but I am sure in both ways he has a learning .
Hoping for the best and soon recovery :)
Love you Vineesh .
Monday, July 29, 2013
Mini Pizza
Pizza
Prep Time: 30 mins | Cook time: 15 mins | Serves: 1
Ingredients
| Mini Pizza | 3 |
| Grated Carrot | 1 |
| Chicken Sausage | 2 |
| Cheese Slice | 2 |
| Butter | As needed |
| Salt and Pepper | As needed |
Method
Fry the mini Pizza's in pan with Butter on both sides .
Add grated Carrots and cheese to it
Saute the Chicken sausage
Top it with the sausage
Heat it till the cheese melts on slow flame
Serve it with Ketch up
You can use other vegge's like capsicum too or paneer instead of sausage .
Grated cheeses (mozzarella ) could be used .
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Friends are like guardian angels you can fall back onto anytime
It’s always tough getting back to routine. A long and lazy summer vacation makes it only worse. So it was when we got back to Lagos after our Indian summer I found myself constantly at loggerheads with V. Switch off the television, no more computer games, study, study, study….
We were at war – my son and I. What made it worse was that he was on a rebellious streak. At least that’s what I hoped in my saner moments, that this was just a streak, a phase.
But sane moments were few and far between as I found myself falling into the big black hole of the self-doubt. Yeah mothering is about constantly doubting yourself.. sigh!
Why? I wondered. Why is V like this? Why can’t our lives run smoothly, ever? Why do I have to repeat myself over and over and over again even for simple routine tasks? ‘Pack your bag, pick up your toys, sit up straight, don’t slouch over your desk’… and on and on. I felt like a recorder that couldn’t stop.
For the hundredth time I wondered whether it had been a wise decision to become a SAHM. Should I get back to work, I wondered. Maybe that would teach him to be more responsible.
I would watch other kids, kids with ‘busy’ parents. They never seemed to be having issues like us. They were well-behaved, obedient.
Where did I go wrong, I wondered.
Unable to handle all of it I called up a friend back home in India, a SAHM with twins… surely she would understand, I thought.
“V and I are always fighting,” I began… and the entire story poured out.. and we connected.. across the miles over the telephone.
It’s not a fight, nor a war, said she. You are the mother and you’ve got to get his daily chores done. If that means you need to be nasty sometimes.. well so be it.
Besides, you may be a SAHM, you may always be near your kid, you may go crazy trying to make him the ‘best’ boy around. Yet it may not happen. He does have his own personality, his own intellect, his own way of perceiving things.. he’s a person too, not a blob of clay you can mould exactly as you please.
I needed to make allowances for that.
She made me see how useless comparisons were. She would know.. her twins are completely different despite the same upbringing. In fact the golden rule of parenting remains.. different things work for different people.
So, here I am, introspecting now. Come to think of it, my husband says the same stuff but sometimes coming from someone else, someone removed from the situation, puts things in better perspective.
I take a deep breath now and ready myself for a brand new beginning yet again.
More patience, more love certainly.... but I’m prepared with my time outs, television embargoes and grounding too if I need them.
The first day with the new rules has so far been pretty good.. stable. I have my fingers crossed – I’m in for the long haul.
We were at war – my son and I. What made it worse was that he was on a rebellious streak. At least that’s what I hoped in my saner moments, that this was just a streak, a phase.
But sane moments were few and far between as I found myself falling into the big black hole of the self-doubt. Yeah mothering is about constantly doubting yourself.. sigh!
Why? I wondered. Why is V like this? Why can’t our lives run smoothly, ever? Why do I have to repeat myself over and over and over again even for simple routine tasks? ‘Pack your bag, pick up your toys, sit up straight, don’t slouch over your desk’… and on and on. I felt like a recorder that couldn’t stop.
For the hundredth time I wondered whether it had been a wise decision to become a SAHM. Should I get back to work, I wondered. Maybe that would teach him to be more responsible.
I would watch other kids, kids with ‘busy’ parents. They never seemed to be having issues like us. They were well-behaved, obedient.
Where did I go wrong, I wondered.
Unable to handle all of it I called up a friend back home in India, a SAHM with twins… surely she would understand, I thought.
“V and I are always fighting,” I began… and the entire story poured out.. and we connected.. across the miles over the telephone.
It’s not a fight, nor a war, said she. You are the mother and you’ve got to get his daily chores done. If that means you need to be nasty sometimes.. well so be it.
Besides, you may be a SAHM, you may always be near your kid, you may go crazy trying to make him the ‘best’ boy around. Yet it may not happen. He does have his own personality, his own intellect, his own way of perceiving things.. he’s a person too, not a blob of clay you can mould exactly as you please.
I needed to make allowances for that.
She made me see how useless comparisons were. She would know.. her twins are completely different despite the same upbringing. In fact the golden rule of parenting remains.. different things work for different people.
So, here I am, introspecting now. Come to think of it, my husband says the same stuff but sometimes coming from someone else, someone removed from the situation, puts things in better perspective.
I take a deep breath now and ready myself for a brand new beginning yet again.
More patience, more love certainly.... but I’m prepared with my time outs, television embargoes and grounding too if I need them.
The first day with the new rules has so far been pretty good.. stable. I have my fingers crossed – I’m in for the long haul.
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