Finding my feet

It takes a while, but bit by bit we will find our feet!

Wow! Looks like Vid's first quote! Bravo...


M is learning to put one foot ahead and bring on the other one next. I am wondering what should I write today. We are both trying to find our feet. I have an email from a company that wants to sample my writing. 3 latest pieces, they are asking for. Since, I am not really keen on passing on my work that is more than 5 years old, I thought why not begin to write. And I have a blog. And I have few readers. And a follower: Susant ;). And annoy_nemous Annie :P (caught u, dint I).

Well well well... if I write a book... and I intend to... I will thank dad for dreaming it up for me... I am his JK Rowling, I will also thank Annie for being so interested in pushing me to write whenever she finds time to connect with me and of course LinuS for being who he is and letting me be who I am. It is an altogether different thing that I have changed quite a bit. Do people change really? I think I have matured in such a lovely manner- Mum of M, cooking albeit sometimes for LinuS and being content (huh?). This is going to be tested when I am with my siblings... Will we still fight? What do you think? :D

In some way I have made my life a doll's house. Doll's House is an intriguing play that I read few years ago. But it remains with me in bits and pieces. A woman has so many roles to play. Being married is one big transition from being yourself to being ? what? I don't know. But I think after sometime one finds her feet again. I know I like dolling myself up if that is what you will call it. But now I am quite sure of my choices... Psst... I still do not know how to put on a make up! :D

Hmm... we went for a morning walk today. I like being with LinuS. It was nice when he held my hand while crossing the road on the way to the park. Well, you are definitely no more in that heart fluttering phase but the touch brings on a big smile and a glow.

So, do not expect love stories. I know Milan and Annie will not stop thanking God for this :P. And no more past reminisces either of a romantic girl falling in love and getting over. But well can you really write without a love element, Vid?

(Post Script: LinuS pointed out that I have been mentioning him as S... I am your LinuS, he reminded cheekily. And I promptly made the changes... hence the capital S in LinuS. But I like this better now... !)

Momoir- Mother's Memoir

Rhymes and tickles, frolic and fun

I am a little tea pot

Short and stout

Here's my handle and here's my spout

When the water's boiling

Hear me Shout

Pick me up and pour me out

Isn't it lovely. I never thought I would look out for nursery rhymes, memorize them and then sing them over and over again. S admits I know far more rhymes than him. Well, I haven't heard him graduate beyond Twinkle Twinkle. M loves to hear Old Mc Donald, Twinkle Twinkle (and she will open up her palm and close it again to make the gesture of a twinkling star) and Baa baa black sheep. She has recently taken to Hindi rhymes too. We got a DVD of hindi rhymes so that her grandma could sing to her as well. Hmm, the whole house is now singing: Aaloo kachaloo bete kaha gaye the...baingan kee tokri mei so rahe the..!

I sometimes wonder if I am talking enough to her, am I reading enough to her. I worry in the back of my mind that we have not yet started story telling. All this is thanks to the parenting sites that I go through! Well, I realize we have given listening to flute a break. Hearing Hari Prasad Chourasia had become a regimen when M was colicy. Now, I think we have wider options to explore.

There is so much on my mind. From weaning to writing to giving her the mug to drink and making that album for her first birthday to buying new toys. I wish there were quite few new mums that I knew. So that we would have a Momz Gang. It's strange but it's true- when I called up S's cousin today, she told her hubby that M's mom is calling. From Vid to M's mom!

I signed up on twitter too today. Well, I did not get the user id i wanted...vidwata..neither did i get vid... I thought of alternatives. Sample this WithWater...and guess what already taken... The next on my mind was withWereWhat...and there I am ... Still trying to figure out how to tweet. I think I am better at telling stories than tweeting. If I could tweet I could even consider flash fiction next.

Anyways, another thing of paramount importance is getting back to writing. I want to start working from home. Something that involves writing. So, let me get back into my writer's chair and put on my creative hat. What do you wish to read next... a poem, a story or a discourse on how to raise a child!!

See you soon. And yes, your comment brings a smile! Thanks.

Night out

What does night out mean to a mum of a 9 month old. Yay yay yay M turns 9 months tomorrow. So, well let me celebrate a late night in front of my machine. You do need some quiet time and a quiet corner to do your writing. The sound of the whirring fan is my sole companion. I am just hoping this piece is not punctuated by M's cry. Babies are such a darling. But thats not all to them. Ah, I only wonder how my parents survived 3 kids.

With the 9th month M is getting into a schedule now. Or rather a better schedule. She has started getting up on time which means she sleeps quite early these days. Touch wood. And well, she has taken to solids too. Is it going to be a mum's rant, I wonder!

Well, well, well.... I have become a mum! Celebrations!!!!!!!!!! ha ha.. Being a parent means such loads of responsibility. For an infant you are her sole care taker. You teach her everything... and one day they grow up , just like you and me did.

Hmmm... why don't I write often. I wonder how many of you drop by. A few I know. A few I do not. S''s comment on takeaway was lovely. It is strange how I have come to love S sooo soo much. Well... let me stop poring my sugary romantic thoughts and come back to writing. Well, I recently dug out my copy of Kotler from the spare room. It was lying under the bed. Uncared, unsung and unhonoured. So here it is back on my desk. And we read about customization and customerization. And I smile. I am not the same ME that I was when I used to take that book to school. I do not have the same pals that I had. No more of the pathetic coffee and rounds of scrabble and going home late. But I am glad I have found myself again.

Thank you Philip Kotler (thats his name, na! )

Love u

Vid

Basket ball, shopping and eating out

Dribble, dribble and shoot

It was after ages or so it seemed, when I dribbled that ball. Voila! There it was , a basket. Running around with the ball was just too liberating. There were no more strings attached, if you understand what it means. It was like becoming Vid again. The only thing was I was too excited and wasted too much of energy rather than playing tactfully. I lost. But did I? I actually FOUND! I found Vid again :)

There is this guy called Jai (Joy in Bengali) who is the coach. He said I play extremely well, at least in comparision :P

Shopping and eating out

I went out shopping today. Alone! I pleaded with S to come along. Bribed him with a lunch at our favorite South Indian eatery. But he turned me down. Well, the dude was working from home. So there can be no far away lunches. So, I went on my on. I never knew Pantaloons housed infant section too. Now a mom of a Lil One, I climbed the stairs and checked out the infant section. After spending some good time I was ready with 4 dresses for P. Then I went down stairs and picked an offwhite Patiala and a royal blue Kurta for myself. Indulgence.... wait more is coming. Then I crossed the road and went to my favorite eatery and had Idli, vada and Dosa. Oh, Yes!!!! Saw 6 youngsters sitting on a table infront of mine. Was smiling... got reminded of my own college days and our hang outs ... Then I thought M would be one day a young girl and then it would be her and her friends ... And I sipped my filter coffee merrily... Missed S terribly...

Hmmm... Vid's day out... Loved it. I want to be me again. I want to be me again. I want to be me again.

Is this a paradox or a philosophy gone beserk?