A comeback

After a long time….

I have been away from this place for a very long period this time. Last couple of weeks were rough, something happening after another, causing some restlessness and lack of energy. Though I knew that this place would recharge me, I kept pushing aside that step. Now, at this point of time, I don’t want to miss out recording some moments as this is the place I look forward to come and relive those moments that brought a big smile.
So Monday was our birthday and it was filled with some beautiful moments.
1. A took lots of effort in planning some surprises for us. She teamed up with her grandparents and she got help from them in executing all her ideas. She made a greeting card, a show piece in the shape of a cube with all our photos on them, organised a treasure hunt for us to reach our gifts. She literally made us run from room to room and place to place in search of clues. I can imagine the amount of enthusiasm and excitement that went on in the little brain for planning every thing . And then she set up a party for us to munch on chips, jellies, chocolates, soft drinks 😊 

2. I wanted to gift V something on this milestone birthday as a surprise, and in a casual conversation with a cousin at a marriage, I decided that it had to be an Apple Watch. I didn’t do any homework. I knew V loved Apple products and black colour was something he liked. So I went for the top model in black and asked my cousin to get it from Seattle on his trip. Three cousins teamed up, one placed the order, the other two went to the store, collected it and executed every thing smoothly without me having to put any effort. Just when I started to think that the mission was accomplished quite smoothly, V started stating that he doesn’t like square watches. And as he kept repeating this at various instances, my panic grew and I didn’t know what to do. After lots of grinding it over in the brain, I decided to leave it as it is and then wait and see. When I gifted it finally at 12 A.M., he was surprised and happy and liked it too 😊 Am glad and relieved.


3. Couple of days before the birthday, my friend at work came to my workplace and surprised me with a beautiful dress material that she had bought from Mangalagiri. And she even gave me tips on how to get that stitched. Those little instances which reiterate that am blessed with such wonderful friends make me so happy 😊


4. FB and Whatsapp were filled with wishes as usual. But what made me more happy was that each superior of mine at different places and phases of my career sent me a Birthday wish and am glad that am there in their thoughts.

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Some of the many things 

That are beyond my comprehension are :

1. V’s combing

My brain comprehends a person combing one’s hair, while getting ready or before going out or before getting out of one’s room after waking up or something of that sort. But apart from all the above instances, V combs his hair before brushing, before going to the bathroom, before doing anything and even before going to sleep. I just can’t understand why he would have to comb his hair before sleeping too ?? Am I the only one who’s finding this strange 🤔🤔

2. Genders for things 

All my childhood, I had trouble trying to figure out the masculine “Ka” and feminine “ki” of Hindi for things like kitaab and pustak. Why should things have these gender differences except for the sole aim of torturing me to memorise them 😟 As if that wasn’t enough for a life time,  a new similar phase has started. A started learning French as her second language at school, and the language has got “la” and “le”. Same question again , why do things like cheese, wine and so on and on have to have these gender differences 😩

3. The Devil Wears Prada 

I read somewhere that this book is a light read and a nice one to pick. I read and read, trying not to lose the interest, hoping I would like the book, till the end. I finished the book but I couldn’t understand why the protagonist did what she did and why I had put some much effort in completing the book when it just wasn’t my type 🤔

Read and watch 

Reading a book along with A and watching the movie , that was based on that book, along with A, is something I enjoy immensely.

Quite long back, we did something like this for Roald Dahl’s Charlie and the chocolate factory. Since then, I have been waiting for her to read Matilda. We finished the book, which she thankfully enjoyed, towards the end of this summer and had planned to watch the movie. But unfortunately we couldn’t find the movie anywhere on the net. Disappointed a little, we left it that way.

Around 10 days ago, as V was doing some channel surfing on TV, he spotted Matilda movie and immediately recorded it. So last weekend, as soon as she got back from school, we sat down and watched it. We loved the movie too as much as we loved the book.

One task down the list , what should I be picking up next 🤔

A sight to watch !

Cycling or rather getting to learn to ride a cycle has caused me numerous nightmares. More precisely, with respect to A.

The reason being, as a kid, I never learnt how to ride a cycle, partly for fear of falling down and partly for lack of interest. But now, after all these years, I wish I could have learnt it as a kid. And so, not wanting A to land up in a similar situation, we got her a cycle quite long back, sometime about when she was around 3 years old. She enjoyed it as long as there were balancing wheels, but stopped touching it the moment we removed them. And then began our struggles. She used to feel very scared to learn, V used to lose his patience trying to reason with her and I just didn’t know what to do. We used to try it occasionally and then left it that way until she has outgrown that cycle. 
And then around an year ago, we got her a new cycle, a bigger one. We kept trying whenever we remembered that we had to somehow learn it, but the fear dominated and the goal remained a goal. Meanwhile, most of her friends started learning, finished it and began enjoying the rounds around the apartment. Our struggles kept continuing and I browsed over the net to find any teachers, for any tips or any sort of material that would make me achieve this goal. 

Around 2 weeks ago, at some point, A burst out crying that she was the only one who’s yet to learn and all her friends had already learnt it. I couldn’t see her that way and consoled her a little, convinced her to take it slow and try a little more, and prayed really hard for her to be able to ride a cycle.

And then around a week ago, A called us to announce that she has learnt balancing the cycle with the help of her friends and she could ride now. My happiness knew no bounds. She was so happy to have finally learnt it and distributed chocolates to all her friends-turned-gurus.
Over the weekend, as I watched from our balcony, and she slowly rode the cycle around the apartment, I finally relaxed, my nightmare going away from me. Although she’s yet to learn lot more on it, for now, it’s a beautiful sight for me to watch…

How much does your father love you ?

My daughter asked me this question to which I answered in two words “Chaala Chaala “, meaning lot and lot.
To my inner self I thought 

Nana, you are the one who loves me unconditionally, you are the one who can’t see a tear in my eye, you are the one who answered every demand of mine however unreasonable it might be, you are the one who supported me with every decision I took, you are the one who shielded me from any possible pressure, you are the one who trusted me immensely even when I was quite young, you are the one who never misses a chance to talk loads about me to every single person that you come across, you are the one in whom I can confide anything, you are the one who can go to any extent just to make sure that am happy, you are the one who’s ready to fight with anyone on my behalf, you are the one with whom I can be myself with no second thoughts , you are the one who is extremely proud of what I am, you are the one who values my opinion so much and you are the one who loves me so much that it’s  something which can only be experienced and  felt but not expressed in words ! “

Some experiences

Happen at the most unexpected of times in the most unexpected fashion, leaving you to interpret in your own way. One such experience happened to me on our recent Delhi trip. This experience left me with varied types of emotions, ranging from shock to emotionlessness.

We started our day with visit to Qutub Minar, and continued it with some shopping at Chandini Chowk. And then we had the option of making a visit to Red Fort or wrapping up the day and retiring to hotel. We chose the latter, as we had been traveling a lot for the last couple of days, and we had a trip planned for Agra the next day and we thought some rest at hotel room would do some good to us. We took Metro and reached the station that was pretty close to our hotel. We walked leisurely as it was just around 4:30 in the evening and we had plenty of time for ourselves. We walked through the lanes and reached our hotel. I was holding A’s hand and was looking to the left to ensure there are no vehicles coming over, before crossing the road. It was then that a motorcycle with no number plate, carrying two guys, with their heads covered in helmets, passed us. And with in split seconds, the pillion rider had snatched the chain I was wearing and I could see him riding away fast holding my chain in his hands. I shouted, V ran a little, people around came but none of us could react fast enough to the unexpected shock. Those guys ran off leaving us dumbfounded and helpless.

A started crying as she was quite shocked and worried and angered that why something like that should happen to us. Some time went by in consoling her and assuring that all was fine and sometimes things like that happen. Then once she began to calm down, it was my turn to feel the shock. I couldn’t bring myself to accept what just happened. I ran that incident over and over in my mind trying to figure out something more out of it. And then anger took over the place of shock, with the reasoning of some stranger ran off with our hard-earned money, with no fault of us, and that too , right in front of us. And then I was occupied with the feelings of incomprehension as I had trouble figuring out how he could do it so easily without making me realise what was happening. I surfed over the net, browsed through YouTube videos but I couldn’t figure out anything. And then there were those feelings of guilt, trying to think of what I could have done to prevent that situation. And then there were feelings of helplessness as I couldn’t do anything to rectify the situation other than lodging a complaint with the local police.

And then it also occurred to me that, inspite of whatever has happened, I was left with no physical harm. The thought of anything could have happened to me at that instant, made me realise that it is with the blessings of those Almighty that I am here today to post this. 

Now after more than 2 months since the incident has happened, I don’t know why something like that has happened. I just know to thank God for all that he has bestowed upon us and accept that every thing happens for a reason, which is good.

Those feelings you go through when you 

  • Walk across the gardens looking at one of the wonders of the world, the gift of Shah Jahan to his beloved wife 
  • Admire the detailed inlay work of the enormous mausoleum, which took shape over several years, with the involvement of thousands of people 
  • Get amazed at the perfection and symmetry of every tiny thing and the amount of details taken into consideration 
  • Hear about the failed plans to construct a Black Taj and a silver bridge connecting the White Taj and Black Taj

Are simply indescribable.

We added a visit to Agra on our recent AmritsarDelhi trip and it just felt like going back into another era. After experiencing the beauty of Taj Mahal, we had the opportunity to look around the Agra fort. That experience, listening to the tales from our guide, watching those places in live and correlating that with all that I had read in Indu Sundaresan’s Taj Trilogy, was something I loved totally. 
The feeling of walking through 

  • The library of Shah Jahan
  • The bedrooms of Jashanara and Roshanara
  • The Angoor garden that was built to quench the alcohol thirst of Jahangir which was completely replaced later with flowering plants by Shah Jahan 
  • The place where Akbar sat to meet his audience everyday 
  • The place where the ladies sat and watched unseen by others 
  • The place which served as piggy bank of Jahanara
  • The place where Aurangzeb had imprisoned Shah Jahan and where Shah Jahan had spent his last days watching the reflection of Taj Mahal in Kohinoor diamond 

Is something that’s going to stay with me for long.
A lot more in and around Agra and Fatehpuri Sikri is on our list to be covered. Owing to time constraints, we have pushed them onto our next trip, which I wish would present us with many more wonderful experiences.