No Running, No Jumping

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What is that one word or sentence, that you say most, in your daily life?

It could be anything, just don’t fret about it. I just wanted to share what I say (actually scream) most of the time.

It must have been evident by the title, but still I will say it – It’s “No Running, No Jumping”.

No, I don’t have a monkey at home (as if my hubby will let me have one), but I do have a monkey equivalent. Those who know me, will say “Why only one, you have three?” Those who know me well, will say “Yes, out of your three kids, only one is notorious enough to be considered as a monkey.”

We are talking about Renne Singh, my two year old boy. Now that I have told you that he is like a monkey, but it’s not that he has a tail or so. It’s just that he never seems to be still. Now, as far as my general knowledge from Discovery channel is correct, monkeys do sit still for some time. Oh God, now I can not even call him, a Monkey.

Problem with him is that there is no problem that can bind him longer on a single place. He is always Running. If not running, then Jumping. In fact, coming to think of that, I have never seen him walk. He never walks. Well, he does so, when I am holding his hand, so he didn’t ran away. Then he has no other option than to walk with me.

He didn’t even walked when he was learning walking. He was always quick and fast. He was just of 7 month when he started walking (literally) by holding on to furniture. By the age of 9 month, he was running and falling. More falling and less running, but no walking. His twin brother, Otu, while took his time, slowly, and increased his pace with time, almost to his 11^th month.

Even when he wakes up in the middle of night, he will not come to my room, he will come running to my room. We have to clear out the whole pathway at night (remove their toys from the way), so that he won’t trip over while running at night. He will be running and screaming his lungs out, till he find his mom and sleep next to her.

Daytime, it’s the reverse, he won’t be screaming anymore. He will just be running and I will be the one screaming in every five to ten minutes, “Renne, No Running, No Jumping”.

Books

How to deal with a Cheating Husband, When You are Pregnant

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(Watermelon: Book Review)

When I pointed out in my last posts that I have enough of seriousness and now I wanted to read some fun stuff, I never knew that I would encounter this. I picked out Watermelon by Marian Keyes and started the story with so much anticipation of reading some trashy romantic or just a silly novel. As soon as I finished my first page, I realized I have made a wrong decision.

You know why?

Because Watermelon by Marian Keyes is story of a woman named Claire whose moronic husband is a cheater. Worst of all, he cheated on her when she was pregnant with his child. The husband “James”, first of all, he is an idiot, just because, who cheats on a beautiful woman who is soon going to be mother of his child, and that too, cheat with a neighbor. Ironically Claire refers that other woman as “big cow” everywhere in the story, I would have just called her a buffalo, a big ugly but useless kind of buffalo living in neighborhood.

James is cheating on his pregnant wife with a woman living in neighbor, all of Claire friends are aware of this affair, but none of them are friend enough to warn her on time. So that stupid fellow James declare his extra marital affair to Claire same day she delivers her beautiful girl child. She is now lying in a hospital bed all alone with a crying baby and no father in picture. She was not ready to be a single mother. She was not at all expecting it, not from James, her husband. Thought of living alone, coming back to an empty house and above all raising a kid all on her own, makes her more miserable than she ever was.

This was all in the very first pages of book. Now, you could have guessed how I wanted to put down the book and go to look for something which I can actually laugh about or enjoy in a comical way.

Not so soon. :O

I was in for a surprise. It was not at all gloomy or dark, sad or a pathetic story. It was not even about women enlightenment or some inspirational tale. Watermelon is a simple story told so beautifully and ease like your everyday emotion. You don’t feel pressured down into some deep emotional pit by going through a perfect marriage gone wrong kind of pity, but it is written like a day to day conversation which Claire have with herself and the weird but interesting kind of people around her. (By people around her I meant to say her unusual family 😛 )

After James deserted her on the same day her child is born, she move back to her parents house, which is already occupied by her two beautiful sisters, Ana and Helen. Her parents are quite conservative but her sisters are rebellious in nature which make this whole process of Claire coming to cope with her sorrows, much more intriguing. Then comes Adam, a perfectly chiseled boy (oops man, as per Claire) in Claire’s life, who she just falls in love with in their very first meeting. To top it, she thought that Adam is actually Helen’s boyfriend. To do or not to do is the game that plays thereafter.

Story took another turn too when her stupid, moronic, idiotic husband comes back and she falls for his lies. Well, for some time though. 😦

I completed the story with satisfaction of reading something good, not extraordinarily beautiful, but still a good and nice read. Now, next in line is Templar Legacy.

Till then, if you know any trashy novel that you can refer to me, I am all up for it. Till then, Templar Legacy. 🙂

Kids and Me, Random

When I started Crocheting…

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Recently I got a new Hobby – Crocheting.

It turned out so much fun that I am kinda hooked on it, literally. 🙂

But it’s not the first time I hold a crochet hook in my hands. In fact, I don’t even remember, when I did it the first time. :O

I must be in 6^th or 7^th standard, when I got enrolled into Home Science classes. I didn’t wanted to, as cooking and home science was an alien subject to me at that time. I would have preferred meeting an alien than joining a home science class. Only problem, it was compulsory to attend. All the girls have to take home science as one of their subject.

What does being in an Home Science class meant?

It meant that I have to learn about decorating a home, have to show my cooking expertise to my teachers, have to learn crochet and sewing too, in short, have to learn everything that a good girl/women should know in order to run a household. Phew!!!

It was the most difficult subject of mine at that time. But since I was too little to do anything on my own, I was sure that my Mother would aid me. Actually, I hoped that she would make all the stuff for me, and I will simply take all the credit. Silly me. 😦

My parents come from the value system where helping someone means aiding them in doing stuff not doing it for them. Now I can understand how it has helped me in making me what I am, Independent. But at that time, I was so disappointed just knowing that I have to hold the crochet hook in my own hands to complete my assignments.

My Mother introduced me to crochet and I made few patterns also. One lamp cover, handkerchiefs, and may be a television cover. I don’t remember exactly, was it a table cover or a television cover. I hated it. Hated it so much that I was happy to change my school next year, just because then I won’t have to attend home science classes any more.

I didn’t liked the classes but I liked the way all girls used to compete with each other. Showing their art and craft in the most stylish ways, sprinkling them with color bombs, adding every known and unknown glittering thing on their projects. Their food didn’t tasted good but it looked as it had directly came out of a master chef’s kitchen. The fattest teachers used to judge the food competition, and she used to look at the food as if it was a piece of art in an art gallery. I hated that particular teacher for that particular day only. Sometimes, I used to think that one day I’ll become a teacher so that I can splurge on all these tasty delicacies made by students. LOL. What life ambitions I had?

Now that all this is over I am happy to pick up my long lost hobby of Crocheting and I am enjoying it this time. Till now, I have made a baby cap and boots and one waffle stitch scarf.

Let’s see how far it goes this time.

Movies

You are The Queen Kangana

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Spoilers Alert : “Queen” Movie Review

When I watch a strong Female lead based movie, I expect a lot of drama, emotion, tears, bad men, lots of lecture and a depressing but at the end suddenly gone inspiring movie. Holds true for most of such films.

“Queen” was different. Firstly all the crying and tears that were shed in the movie was done while female lead was at her drunkest best and the way whole scene was conceptualized, it just made my day. A Punjabi girl gotten drunk for the first time, in a foreign land, with a friend that she just made friends with, and pouring out her heart first time, after her fiance dumped her, just before the wedding day. It was revolting and funny and so casual at the same time.

Queen is a story of a Punjabi girl from Delhi’s Rajouri garden, who has fallen in love with a suitable match, after his much persuasion though, that too in full filmy style. She was about to get married in a day when her foreign returned fiance declare her not fit enough as per his new found upper standards, so, they can not marry. That was a marvelous scene. A subtle yet powerful performance by both Kangana and Raj Kumar Yadav. What happens next, no points guessing but she was devastated, still surprisingly she decides to go on her honeymoon, alone.

Honeymoon in Paris, every girl’s dream, and Kangana was living her dream, only difference it was a nightmare being alone. Journey started. She discover herself, what she actually liked and what she was told to like, what she likes to eat and having courage enough to tell an Italian chef that she can cook better than him. By the way, she had a cute little crush on him. Now, if this being any other Bollywood masala movie, he couldn’t be an Italian, and she can never ever have kissed him.

What I like most about this movie and portrayal of Kangana’s role was that the character never turned revengeful or negative. She was content, she was complete in her own. In the end, it just looked like that she is saying to her ex fiance that I don’t need you for my happiness. I am Happy.

This is what I have taken from the movie. You can choose to be happy no matter what your circumstances are.

I am happy.

Kids and Me, Life

I Thought My Husband Was Going Deaf

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A normal day to day conversation between me and my hubby, Abhishek Singh.

Me: When do you want to have dinner?

Hubby: Hmn.

Me: Shall I bring the food?

Hubby: Hmn. (while watching TV)

Me: I am bringing the food. Okay?

Hubby: Hmmn. What? okay….

I have served food and now waiting for him to eat. Kids are already circling around like vultures, just not for eating but to topple everything and create a mess.

Me: Come, it’s getting cold.

Hubby: Hmn. okay.

Me: (after 5 minutes) Come and sit. (In a high pitch voice now, actually little higher than high)

Hubby: (as if he has just woken up) What? Why did you served it? I don’t want to eat right now?

Me: WHAT??? (I don’t have to tell you, what was my voice pitch at that point)

Hubby: I told you. Not now. I am not hungry.

Me: You could have said it to me earlier. When I asked you, I think just a hundred times.

Hubby: Oh, didn’t I say it. Oh. Okay, I will eat later. Sorry yaar. (With a smile on his face. Not helpful at all)

I am now babbling so many things at once. Putting back everything, before kids get any chance to ruin whatever is left.

After 5 minutes.

Me: So, when do you want to eat? After how much time?

Hubby: Hmmn.

I thought there must be some problem with my hubby Abhishek Singh’s ears, but later when I share my ordeal with my friends, I realized this disease is pretty common and incurable. 😦

It’s called Being Husband.

P.S. Abhishek Singh, DO Read This Post.