Archive for August, 2009


[31] Finale

31: number of days

31: number of posts

10: number of days I didn’t even touch the computer, but had scheduled posts

10: number of posts that stayed in drafts folder for many months, that got published this month

2: number of people who said that their whole life got delayed because I was posting everyday

1: number of babies who saw it all, but never complained

1: number of babies that delayed my posts on a couple of days

n+2: number of regular visitors (2 being my mom and friend and n, because my blog stats won’t give me much information)

10: number of visitors who were kind enough to inform me of their arrival by commenting

2: number of times I seriously considered resigning from the commitment of posting everyday

6: minimum number of months after which the word NaBloPoMo shall be uttered again

1: number of happy bloggers

1: number of adults in the house who asked today, what NaBloPoMo is!

[30] Is it month end yet?

I was going through my 500 something zoo photos taken 2 years back for chrissakes Nablopomo posting just because… I am not a big animal fan, but this one is too cute to miss.

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[29] Love affair

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Completely Unrelated: There must be some reason why cough syrups make you so drowsy. Ahhhh yes, people like me, who won’t rest their poor heads even for a few minutes.

[28] No title for this post

Today morning I woke up with a chest filled with phlegm. Okay, let’s not get into the details. But ideally this is not a day I should be using my limited “me time” to sit up and blog, except that I am!

This one’s for NaBloPoMo. I took out my camera and tried to catch some colours.

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This is all I could find inside the room I am sitting now. Of course, I could drag myself to the next room and raid my son’s tent. But man, I deserve a good sleep right now. I feel drunk on cough syrup.

[27] Something different

And so, I’m posting a weight loss update. “But why?”, you ask. I say, because all the other cool girls I know are doing it. I thought I can be cool too.

During my college days, I was 47 kg. Well, 47 was the lowest I can remember. If I’m not wrong, I was fluctuating between 47 and 52 but since 47 sounds cool, I always told people that I was 47 kgs. My jeans was size 27 and I had the flattest tummy in the class! (SIGH! The good old days!)

3 years later, when I got married, I was still maintaining 52/53 and 6 months later, before I got pregnant, I was at 55. During pregnancy, my maximum weight was 69 and right after delivery I was 63. (A result of removing a 3 kg son and quite a lot of gluey stuff out of there)

1 year later around my son’s birthday, I was 59. Now a days I fluctuate between 57 and 59. But exactly why a fluctuation? I know not why. Probably the question has to be asked to the friend who gifted me 2 kgs ice cream which I (did I mention that hubby doesn’t eat ice cream?) finished in 2 weeks.

My current jeans size is 32 which is wee little loose near my tummy. The funniest part is, a couple of weeks back, I put on my jeans and found that it was way too loose. I had to pinch myself to confirm that it was happening and then I called hubby to share the great news. He took a glance and laughed at me. I was actually wearing his ‘size 34′ jeans!!!!

[26] Let the blood rush to your brain

I love soduko, or sodoku, whatever. I’ve always associated numbers with challenges. I still remember before going for job interviews, I used to do some math inside my brain. I try to think of 3-4 digits multiplication and calculate inside. It made me stay awake. I’m not a maths major neither am I great with numbers but I enjoyed it.
When I was introduced to soduko, I was hooked up. Whenever I felt drowsy at office, I would play this game. It helped me. Now a days, I spend 10-15 minutes almost everyday solving the puzzle from morning paper. I tell Hubby that it rushes blood to my brain thus getting me started without having to do complicated physical exercises.

[25] Proud Father II

I was talking with a friend of mine who recently had a baby. We discuss about various personal things and more often it’s either about our babies or hubbies. We found something. Men are proud. Very very proud when they have a baby!

I still remember when I was pregnant, hubby took care of me and our unborn baby so well. But hubby didn’t seem as much excited as I was. Of course, he was all gaga about the pregnancy and even claimed that he should be the one to break the news, even to my parents. But about the baby, he talked nothing of.

During the following weeks, he accompanied me to all our prenatal appointments. He never missed one. We either fixed the appointments on weekends even if it’s more expensive, or he takes some time off and joins me to see the doctor. But he never joined me in guessing if it was a boy or a girl, in listing names for the baby, in window shopping baby clothes even though we had no plans to buy so early, in singing to the baby and even in waiting patiently in front of me to catch the baby’s movement every now and then. I often argued had a loving discussion with him about why he showed no interest in our baby. And he would say that he was just so excited as I was about the whole pregnancy but he cannot do much for the baby he has never seen or touched. He said “as a woman, you might have felt like a mother as soon as you knew about the pregnancy but as a man, I will become a father only when I hold the baby in my hands”. Makes sense alright!

And he was right. The moment the baby was born, he was a father. That too a good father. He loved the baby very much and he could carry him around. But he couldn’t make him sleep. He couldn’t bath him. He couldn’t feed him well. That said, dads cannot do much of  ’caregiving’. But it is their pride that amazes me.

The way he handles his child’s ego is amazing. He is a great friend and he doesn’t want to restrict him. As long as he is safe, it’s a green signal. He participates actively in my positive speaking program and teaches his son. There must be some reason why Pappu always prefers dad over mom, right?

There were some of these days when I made a mistake regarding Pappu. I had never seen hubby as furious as he was those days. Rather than feeling hurt or angry that he was mad at me, I felt warm, smiled,  and at the same time had tears in my eyes.

[24] Another post of photos

I might have posted these long back in my first blog which is a part of this blog. But since I’m not sure, I’m posting them again. (Don’t even get me started about going through the archives).

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The pictures were taken in a place near my home town, before 4 years, from my parents’ camera. Yeah, that was the start of digital photography for me. For the first time in my life, I was allowed to take as many photos as I wish. Life was so hard before digital photography!

[23] Pappu’s bookshelf

I had been thinking for quite a while to write a series about my son’s books and the one’s from the library that he read. But I didn’t want to commit to a weekly or anything, because God knows the stress involved in meeting my NaBloPoMo commitment. But these 2 books are just too good to miss.

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This one was Pappu’s first book, and his best too. It’s so close to my heart because I bought it about 2 years before he was born. Got it on clearance sale in landmark. Even though I had no plans or wishes to have a child then, I figured out that it was too good a price to miss. So I brought it all the way to Singapore along with my other books during relocation. I read it to him first when he was just 2 months old and he surprised me by cooing his loudest and happiest coos of that time. I don’t know what exactly he saw in it but he loved it. May be it was the brilliant coloured and clearly spaced pictures that caught his attention.

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The book was always with us and even when we went to India for a month last year, we brought this along with only his rubber duckie, the two of his life savers. Whatever the situation might be, it would be solved if he had either of these.

At one stage when he started crawling, whenever he wanted me to do something that I didn’t want to do, I would tell him to search his book and would say a sentence or two from the book. He would immediately laugh and run in search of the book. He would find it out and thus engage himself. I had read the same book over and over to him so much that he knew it all by heart.

And of course, not to mention the robustness of the book, it has survived for 13+ months of playing with and it still holds it’s charm and is still in his favourites list. Looks good enough to save for the next child, except for this:

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A part of it has already been ingested.

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This is another book that I hold close to my heart because of the value it creates. Even though Pappu is still too young to learn to pray, considering that even his parents are also learning to pray now, we thought it was a better idea to start him up early so that we can learn together. This book came as a bliss. It’s not religious, which is a sigh of relief for me. I wanted my family to learn to differentiate religion and faith even though we will be teaching him the value of religion.

And the best part is it’s all about saying thank you. What a great way to get children started on prayers!

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It serves as a great tool to create family time at the end of the day, when we all get to bed ready to cuddle and then to sleep. Because this is also a time for Pappu to learn a proper bed time routine without involving mommy’s breasts. As I said , we are all learning together. Regarding his current routine of drinking himself to sleep, I certainly need hubby’s help.

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It talks about everything that a child might think of. It starts thanking god for the morning (I read this part every morning) nature, and then the animals, friends, rain, sunshine, scary things too, and family and ends with a couple of night time songs and rhymes. Even though Pappu looks a bit too young to understand all these, I keep reading it every night and soon he will start to read himself and understand the true meaning of it.

[22] Do you have a visualisation board?

I’m recently setting up my visualisation board and pasting pictures of things I had never thought I would want to buy. But amazingly the idea of visualising paired up with positive spoken words yield belief in everything. I’m putting everything I had wished for, now desire, in that board. A sea view bungalow in whichever part of the world we live, a BMW for hubby, a summer palace in India for retirement and many more things.

Recently I have gotten a habit of getting into stores and not be surprised or embarrased about the prices there. Ever since reading The Secret, I had stopped telling that anything is not affordable for me. Why yes, even a 1000 dollar dress is affordable for me right now, I just have priorities and I don’t want to spend 1000 dollars in a dress. I’d rather spend that money on a better laptop, or my monthly rental.

Couple of days back, I was at Loewe and found this long purse. I’m surprised that this is just what I wanted and hadn’t been able to find it elsewhere. The listed price was SGD 1100. Dear God, all my other purses I use are 20 to 30 bucks and the one I currently use, which I love too was a freebie. A few months back, I would have told the salesman that it’s too expensive and I would never ever think of buying it. But I did something different. I asked him if I could take a picture of it for my visualisation board.

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And I said “We are definitely buying it pretty soon”. And saying that itself gave a pleasure of having bought a 1000 bucks purse. It is ready to be put on my visualisation board and my refridgerator.

And as I write this, I notice something. What am I saying my dreams aloud on the internet and making a virtual promise that I AM going to achieve my dreams. But that gives more confidence and more reason for me to shut down the computer and get out of my house right now to do some more business work.