I tried to write yesterday..But Icouldnt.How do you?How do you even think sanely when,your home is under attack.I was woken up by Sanj’s call,yesterday morning.He said,”have you seen the news?” I yawned,”NoWhy?”Bombay is under attack he said..I hung up and the phone rang again,a tearful Aneela that time…She gave me the other details…I was talking to her,all the while,images of Colaba causeway kept flashing in my mind.
Sanj and I had our first date at VT..we ate at one of the food-stalls and then went to the Metro to watch a movie.I was at the Leopold,3 years back.These are all the very places,where,we went for our late-night drive.I just cant think straight..NDTV live is ON all the time..and I keep watching,wiping away tears.
My australian neighbour asked me,”why were they targetting only the westerners?”And I told her,”I dont know..but a lot of local people are trapped and getting killed too..”To which she replied,”One australian was killed”..I really didnt know what to reply..I just said,I wish this gets over soon.I really wish..
There is bad news everywhere..while,we are relieved that our friends and family are safe..there is still a pang of guilt,at every relaxed sigh.So many people have lost their loved ones,some dont even know where theirs are…
We heard two terrorists talking last night..It was disgusting…they seemed to be in a trance.I wonder how someone can get so brainwashed…so influenced…that not a single thought comes to your mind before killing some innocent people.My cousin is the same age as these guys and kept thinking,they all look so young..if one of them would have come home with him,we would even know.Would we be able to look at another youngster,without worrying about his identity?
Its time,we did something..We ,as a people,need to do something together..But how..I mean,do you keep looking at every other person,with suspicion..?
God!I just wish this gets over..soon.
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Ms.Aadya got a cute little piggy bank with her name painted on it.Its a white ceramic pig with lovely pink flowers painted around her name. So many month ago,Aadya laid her hands on a coin,for the first time and she refused to part with the new shiny toy. So,I asked her if she would like to save it for later..and she said “Yeah”,did I mention Yeah is her favorite word?So,anyway,we saved that coin. And then,after that day,whenever,Sanj or I had some spare change from groceries/petrol, we would give it to Aadya to put it in her Piggy bank.And then we would clap and say “yayyyy”..
Then we moved here and the local bank gave us a pink piggy as piggy bank and when they heard that we had a little girl,they gave us another one,just for her..a blue elephant.So,now Aadya has two piggy banks.The one with her name on it and the blue one and I think she likes the blue one more.Anyway,her preferred piggy-bank is not the reason for this post.The reason is her love for collecting coins.The other day,I left my handbag on the couch and Aadya took the opportunity to hang it on her shoulder and prance around.
I got distracted by a phone call and the next thing I know is,Aadya is pointing at the shelf where her precious piggies sit.I distractedly gave her the white piggy..she asked for the blue elephant..I gave it to her and then realised,something major was happening in Aadyaland.Boy,was I right or what? She had opened my handbag and discovered my stash of coins and was busy stuffing them in her piggy banks,very meticulously.For every 2-3 that went in the blue one,the white piggy got one coin too.In the end,Ms.Aadya,the piggy-banker was a tad richer and every time,I need coins,I am left fumbling in my handbag.
On a totally different note,everything is FOUNNNNNNNN (Aadya-speak for Fun)..be it brushing teeth or taking a nap,basically anything that she likes doing is FOUNN! And Piggy-banking is the most FOUNNN thing ever! Sanj left some spare change on the kitchen counter,yesterday and guess who had FOUNN?
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Whoever meets us,sees Aadya,comments on how she is a mini-me.Her actions,the way she cocks her head to a side,the way she smiles,her looks, her cheeks,her nose..all me..But…her heart belongs to her Papa.
We were out grocery shopping and Sanj was carrying her.He wanted to go outside to get a shopping cart,so I offered to carry Aadya..And she pushed me away. Huh?? My baby?when did she grow up so much…she pushed me away..And people were looking too.I gathered the pieces of my broken heart and walked around the store,waiting for them to come back with the cart.They came back and she had this silly grin on her face,as if teasing me,taunting me,”Look mumma,I got you!!”
So,anyway,I leaned forward to kiss her and she turned her face.I thought she was just distracted ..I tried again,and she said No! And then Sanj came from behind me,she gave him a smile and called him.He asked her for a kissie and she gave him Kichie..I tried again,no luck again.In fact every time,I asked her for kissie,she would look away and then,with a naughty smile,call her Papa to give him a kiss.
We came home and after putting the groceries away, took her to the bedroom,to put her to sleep.She was drinking her bed-time dudu,we were talking and Sanj,reached over and gave me a kiss.And this little miss, got up like an angry tigress,snarled at me,hugged her Papa tight and closed her eyes tight. If I so much as tried talking to him,she would get upset and glare at me.I mean what did I do??What?
Anyway,its besides the point that she came to me,after he had fallen asleep.Yeah whatever.
Its true,all girls are daddy’s .I was one,am still one..So,I guess its only fair,my little girl is her daddy’s too!
Here’s a song for all the daddy’s girls,out there:
Butterfly kisses by Bob CarlisleBTW,As for our names- Ms.Pipette started calling me Mimi when she was 7-8 months old and Bubba is what she calls,her dad..So,we are Mimi and Bubba..:D
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When our move to Melbourne was final,the first thing I did was looking up Melbourne bloggers.At that time,I didn’t find anyone.Even after I moved here,I would keep looking at blogger’s profiles,hoping to find at least one that I liked,and was also in Melbourne,but no such luck.But,someone up there was listening and quite by chance,I came upon Aneela,through Kiran’s blog.I read her blog,and commented too,but forgot to check her profile.And then,it turned out that she was in Melbourne too!So,obviously we had to meet.And Meet we did!
And it was such a fun day.
It was the day of Christmas Parade and we,Aneela and I, were really excited about it and decided to meet early to watch the Parade..Of course,it would have been fun for Aadya too. We couldn’t see much of the parade,as it was very crowded..I did let Aadya do a little jig on the sidewalk,every time they played the music.Anyway,we decided to head off to Aneela’s.Sanj joined us there,after getting lost at least 3 times.It was way past lunch time and I kept feeling guilty about starving her,and her site under construction.Lunch was scrumptious and the chicken to die for.We finished lunch and carried fruits and conversation to the den.Here,I have to tell you, there was never,N-E-V-E-R a lull in conversation.WE had a nice fun time,talking about everything under the sun..bloggers(naturally),food,Melbourne,Babies and all the nice and not-so nice things that come with them…and so much more.
As for Aadya,she first charmed A with her sweet smiles and lovely manners..and when she had her trust,then, started throwing small tantrums.Funniest was when Aneela’s Pesho and my Aadya laid their eyes on each other.Pesho had just woken from her cat nap and was shocked to see Aadya in her room,with her mommy..she decided to forget about stretching and went right back,under the bed.By the time Pesho finished napping,Ms.Aadya was peacefully sleeping,on her(Pesho’s) favorite couch!!! Pesho decided to ignore that slight and went out to stretch and roll in the sunny courtyard. She was having a nice time..all was well in her world.
And then,Ms.Aadya decided to wake up! And this time,sit on Pesho’s favorite chair and so on it continued.I am sure the poor cat must be getting nightmares about Aadya.Towards evening,Pesho decided that these strange people were not going anywhere and ventured out,to check us out..Aadya greeted her with a big Hulloooooo and a woarr..( i think the silly child thought she was greeting a tiger),and then went on to give her the pen that she was playing with.Really,what would a cat possibly do with a pen?Write her long letter may be?telling her how much she terrorised her?
Anywho,Sanj enjoyed unrestricted TV time while we were yapping and once the match that he was watching,got over,he decided to put an end to the fun..or so i thought then.We got in the car and realised it was almost nine.It was beautiful day ,well spent. Of course,we missed meeting the G-man..hopefully soon.
Here’s to a new friendship..:)
