Riddles

Day 1.
I teach my 6 yrs old son what riddles are . He immediately comes up with his own.
Son : Mum, there is a light bulb. I switch it on but the bulb doesn't glow, why ????
Myself : maybe the bulb is broken.🤔
Son : wrong, the bulb is not on the holder 😉😂😂
Myself : 😏

Day 2.
He comes with another riddle.
Son : Mum , there is another bulb now. I switch it on but this again doesn't glow, why ??  😁😁😁
Myself ( with complete confidence ) : because this another bulb is also not on the holder... 😎😎
Son : wrong... It's because there is no power 😂😂😂😂😂
Myself : I shouldn't have taught you what riddles are !!!!! 😏🤐😠

We think we know more than them and yet we become fools before them. Hence, Respect kids and do not underestimate the power of young kids ... 😨

Giggles

Working and having a career has always been my dream. Nonetheless I want to earn a little pocket money too. Being independent financially has been my goal.

Many years ago during my post graduation I happened to take private tuitions to 2 children who lived in the vicinity. Every evening these kids filled up my room with their noise of learning and reading . I  received fees just to suffice my parlour expenses and the fuel for my scooter.  One student was a girl (Ms G) studying in 4th and the other was a boy studying in 7th. It was a delight to have them intrude my privacy and later on become a part of my memories.

One day Ms G came to me with plenty of homework to complete by next morning. With loads of homework and less time in hand the child started to panic. She forgot the concept taught , hence , it was taking longer to complete. First I had to ensure that she learnt the concept before she began her homework. When she finally understood how to do the exercises the time had flew and she had to leave as her mum came to pick her up. Ms G began to weep. She cried " Akka, I still haven't finished even half of my homework, what should I do now?" I was heartbroken looking her helpless.  I spoke to her mother , assured her that I shall drop Ms G home safely, and sent the mother home. I sat with the child and started shooting out the answers and Ms G wrote with the same speed. I helped her cheat . I didn't regret doing it because it was schools fault to have given a large quantity of homework.

Next day Ms G comes home running and stands before me huffing and puffing. I ask her the reason for her run. With a triumphant smile she tells me " Akka, I was the only child who completed all her homework yesterday. Ma'am praised me and yelled at all others." Both of us stare for a second or two and burst out laughing. I tell her to keep our little secret locked up and never to reveal it to anyone until now that I revealed it in my blog. Ooops.... Sorry.

Dormancy broken

Phewwww... It's been 5 years that I blogged anything. Life has become a roller coaster ride for me and still it is one. Several relationships got added and some got lost. The person whom u trust the most and was very dear to you once suddenly becomes a stranger and a stranger becomes very dear to you so much that the person reins ur thoughts always.

These 5 years has shown me a great deal of pain and sufferance. There are very few moments of joy that I can recall of. But in the meantime I happen to be a mum once again for my second son. I wasnt prepared for this breakthrough but now this young lad has captured my heart. He rules my heart. He is an adorable kid. And very charismatic too.

I will be writing more about my second son vividh in later posts.  It's good to comeback to blogging once again. It's a corner to let out our feelings in writings without having to rely on friends to hear out for you .

Life in 4 years.. ( posting an old draft )

It's been 4 years since my last post on this blog. There has been so much happening in life that my life has been a turmoil. We moved to Bangalore from U.K. with our son who was then 14 months old. Now I am mum of 2 sons. My younger son is huge bag of mischief. He is just 18 months old and is always upto some pranks. He is a very smart kid, learns from his brother in no time and often imitates him as well.

A tribute to Basavangudi

"Bengalooru" , a name so new and a complete mismatch to the happening contemporary lifestyle of the city. I always prefer its old name (still in use for now) BANGALORE , a name which represents the green garden city , its lush parks, its fast food outlets, emerging silicon valley , retro style markets. In short its a perfect name for amalgamation of past , present and future city. I have seen some of the famous cities in the world (though not much of a traveller). But then its Bangalore where the heart lives and where the home is. Now living in UK has still not changed my opinion about my city , Bangalore. I love the city and want to raise my kid in that city. I want him to enjoy the city as much as me and adore its heritage as much as i do.

Some of the best areas of the city in my opinion is Malleshwaram , Rajajinagar, Jayanagar, Jnanbharathi and best of the best is Basavangudi. I have never liked the happening and rich crowds of M.G road and i feel quite alienated in those areas and big shopping malls . These malls have so much westernised the city that the city is gradually loosing its authenticity and aping the west culture.

One of the best years of my life is during my graduation. I studied in the college called NCB - National College , Basavangudi "world famous in Bangalore" (he he he he) . As i am typing the name NCB , i am getting goose bumps. What a lovely life it was ! I often dream of those college days and feel that my dream is true and the reality is a dream. How often I wish i could rewind time and go back to those fun filled days.

The best part of the college was my volunteering with NSS - National Service Scheme. i made such good friends for life in that unit. Every saturday after college hours we had NSS class for 3 hours from 2 - 5pm. It was complete fun. We would have lectures occasionally though (most of the time during which all of us would be distracted and bored). Then sometimes it would be manual work like cleaning classroom blackboards , picking up litter and cleaning gardens . At the end of these manual classes , we would be provided with food (when suddenly our NSS attendance for that hour would increase). I enjoyed another activity of the NSS , that was teaching school kids . I can still remember, it was during these teaching class that i befriended a most wonderful person , Vasanth. He went to become my best friend. He was so protective and so loyal that any guy speaking ill of me would end up facing Vasanth . But he was an year older than me and was a student of Arts and me being a student of Science, i had practical classes everyday from 2 -5 . Vasanth would finish his classes by 2 but would wait for me everyday from 2 till 5 and then we would go to the bus stop together and catch the same bus (he lived quite near to my house).

The gang of friends I always hung out were 6 of us 4 girls and 2 boys (i was the only science student and the odd man out) 5 of them were art students and classmates as well. We missed so many classes to go to movies, during birthdays we went out for treats and during NSS camps we stayed together. Many people had infact mistook me for arts students and many arts teachers knew me more than science teachers. Among the others , Kiran one of the guy in the gang was very close and a brother like to me. Together we bunked classes and went for a long drive, ate cheese grilled sandwich in ice thunder IT (bill paid by me) , idli sambhar in guru darshini GD ( which closed down after a flyover was built just in front of the college) ,and dal roti in upahar kendra (UK). Quite often I enjoyed the chaat of a corner shop just at the entrance of DVG road near butter sponge bakery (just cant remember the name at this moment). I think its Gowri shankar.

After college hours , i often stayed with granny especially during weekends and my other cousins would also join. During evening we would wander around the famous Gandhi Bazaar and along with us would be our grand mother . We would eat chaat , dosa from dosa corner , popcorns , cakes and stuffed deep fried capsicums (yum yum) , the quintessentials of Gandhi Bazaar. After so much of snacking and gossiping on our way back , we would finish our first course with a cold juice or an ice cream and come back home and still have place left in stomach for the so called second course for us.

3 years of my life can be summoned in two words Gandhi Bazaar. If i were to die and first aid and every other surviving mechanism fails, then the chaat (panipuri)from Gowri shankar can revive me for sure and even if it fails , i would die in peace . I have tried making chaat at home but it failed to recreate that magical taste in it. the cakes of Butter sponge are the most amazing cakes i have ever eaten . I love their rum and raisin cakes . I can recall the occasions where i specially order those cakes to take it to celebrate our cousin's birthdays and very loudly reveal the flavour of the cake (to irritate and tease my granny who is completely against alcohol).

I guess the heart and soul of bangalore is basavangudi and i feel so lucky to be associated with such a lovely part of bangalore. There is so much to write but so few words to describe my experience for 3 years in basavangudi. I am not just a fan , but a ardent devotee of this area. I bow my head in respect for the area which has seen generations and generations of NCB students hanging out in this area. It has seen evolution of cycle to bike , from sarees to skirts and cotton trousers to jeans. It is a witness of a whole set of trend changing . I am in love with this area and my love for this area is eternal.

Pregnancy tantrums

I had my baby's 3D scan two days ago. It was booked last week and the appointment was supposed to be 20 mins , but then my baby (shy baby) had completely hidden his face towards the uterine wall making it impossible for the doctor to see his face . And so the doctor made me and hubby sit in the lounge for 20 mins and wait for the baby to move around , he also advised me to drink water so that the uterus would rise and atleast then the baby might move but all our efforts were in vain. Baby did move but he had covered his face completely with his legs crossed just before his face. The doctor told us that I was the 5th lady whom he was conducting the scan another time to see the baby's face and told us to make another appointment and even if the baby does not show up his face in the next appointment then the doctor told that they would refund the money.

After a weeks time we again went to the hospital for the unfinished scan. And in the meantime I had instructed the baby to move all round to get a nice video of the baby's movement (as we would also receive a video CD in the package price). I even requested him to show his face and make things easier in the next visit. This time in the hospital , we did see his face but he had again partially covered his face with his beautiful leg. I loved anything I saw inside my womb. He has very cute ankles (infact very sexy) :) When the doctor tried to move his leg my pushing and pressing my tummy , my kid started defending himself by crossing both his legs and both of his arms. I was made to sit again in the lounge and wait for 20 mins. The second time , i was made to walk around and jump in the scanning room to make the baby move around and the third time the doctor told me do anything to make the baby move.

Doctor was absolutely frustrated , he said he normally does not seen such stubborn baby who make a simple scan so complicated and time consuming. I did not know whether to be proud of my smart baby who is so unique or to be angry of his stubbornness. And after the third time , we were given a VCD compiling all the 20 mins of three scans that day and 29 best picture out of the video . During the scan i asked the doctor whether babies do open their eyes inside the womb, no sooner had i asked surprisingly my baby opened his eyes and doctor immediately captured this . I was extremely glad .

Since the scan I have been waking early in the morning to see my baby's scan pictures . I am unable to sleep after 5 am . Early in the morning in my sleep , i often feel that my baby needs me and I end up waking and cuddling his scan pictures. When I see his pictures , my emotions reach its zenith and I cry. I feel my baby is my achievement and i feel so much pride in seeing him. I love his legs , his arms , his bones , his heart beat and most of all I love his face. The first time I saw him in 3D he looked so much like my dad especially his big nose. I am so very happy and delighted to see my kid. I also feel quite depressed coz i still have to wait for 3 more months to see him , to hold him , and to cuddle him . I feel that he needs me , he wants me but I am helpless . Oh love , I know he does not need my pampering and all he needs his my patience and tolerance. Its becoming unbearable and mentally detrimental to me to wait for this kid. Whatever happens , I am regaining my patience and trying to became more calm and composed. I will wait for that little magician to show up and start his magic in my life . I am sure he will be a lovely little genie. I love you .

First pushchair for the first baby

As I am delivering my adorable son here in UK , the rule is that the newborn baby must have a car seat to travel back home from the hospital . Since we learnt this rule, me and hubby started researching and looking around for car seats and pushchairs . Oh my god , there are loads of companies who make these products and all of them are safe and good and also won few awards for their standard of protection. We were terribly confused . Finally on easter monday when there were many offers and package deals , we decided and ordered .

Yesterday afternoon the door bell rang and a delivery guy delivered our package of pushchair + carseat + footmuff + raincover + changing bag + free sunshade for the car. I waited till my husband opened it and no sooner had he assembled it , i started strolling around the pushchair from kitchen to sitting room to dinning room. I kept hugging the pushchair and stroking the cushioned seat in the pushchair for the baby. I even personified a pillow to our baby and placed it inside the pushchair and admired it . Each passing day is bringing me closer to my motherhood and making me frustrated about when I am going to see and hold my darling in my arms , kiss him on his cheeks and tell him how much i love him and how much i loathed to see him ( secretly sequeeze him also). I feel a strong bond of connection with his pushchair now. I feel i have been waiting for him since ages.