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Best bit of parenting advice I read

November 30, 2015

I don’t recall where I read it, but it was something along these lines –

Your child deserves the happiest version of you, so do whatever makes you happy. 

Incredibly simple, and yet, so spot-on right? If going back to your full time job makes you happy, go for it. If quitting your job and staying at home full time makes you happy, do it. If going out with friends for a drink or dinner post-work makes you happy, go for it. If it makes you guilty and worried constantly, don’t do it. And so on. 

Actually, why just children, this mantra should apply to everyone. Heck, you yourself deserve the happiest version of you. So, really, do more of what makes you happy, yes?

(This post is dedicated to you, V :-))


2016 Goals

November 28, 2015

I know end of November is way too early to be talking of 2016 goals, and it’s not that this is something I do religiously, but hey, I have a post to type out, and this is as good a time as any to start. Here we go –

  1. Run a sub-60 minute 10k. If I hadn’t attended this workshop, my goal would have been something far more stupid and ambitious, like – to run a half marathon. But from the lessons I’ve learned from the workshop, I’m gonna take it slow and like the Doc recommends, take a good 12-18 months to make the leap from one category to the next. 
  2. 52 blog posts at least. That means one each week, and hey, maybe also do the A-Z challenge in April?
  3. Keep clutter away and a decently organised cupboard. I’ve gotten better at it this year but paring down my wardrobe, using the Konmari method, but there is loads of room for improvement. 
  4. My sketching goal – go back to the drawing board (ha ha) with watercolours and try and create at least two decent paintings (A4 or bigger) by the end of the year. Sketch at least 3 times a week, if not daily. 
  5. Either decide to make the effort and maintain a decent balcony garden, or decide it’s not a priority for me and give the pots away. 

Wordless Wednesday

November 25, 2015



Travel tales

November 20, 2015

While certain places that you visit will always stay with you because of how picturesque they were, some other trips are made memorable by the people you encounter or things that happen to you. That’s a no brainer I guess. This morning I was trying to recollect some such encounters – 

Munnar, 2004, I think. First trip with colleagues on my first job. Dropped my wallet somewhere and didn’t know where. On my return to Bangalore (after I had blocked my card), I got a call saying someone found my wallet and they would courier it. And they did. Minus the money, but hey, at least I got my DL back!

Bangkok – 2007? With Sayesha, Viv and Pizzadude. I recall at one point we’d all but spent the currency we had among us (Chatuchak market, I bet!) At one point, I said, in desperation, oh well, if nothing, I have this Milo packet on me for an emergency. Then, there was also this case of lost train ticket and a fine for that!

A trip to Vietnam and Cambodia in 2008. We were on our way to see the Cu Chi tunnels without much money on us, or knowledge of how to get there. We couldn’t afford a private vehicle I think, so we relied on the local buses. Communication was a huge issue. Luckily for us, we found a friendly young girl who spoke some English and helped us get to our destination. She even decided to accompany us to the tunnels and be our guide of sorts! Also, thanks to all this local bus business, we were late for our bus to Cambodia, and so, we had to take someone else’s help on our way back to request the other driver to wait for us. 

Phuket. 2010. This lovely little restaurant where the owner had covered the walls with CD covers from his favourite bands. Turns out he was a Clapton fan too. Naturally, I asked him if he made it to his concert at Singapore in 2007,  but he said nope. I hope he’s managed to see him live since 🙂 I also remember we bought a ‘mixtape’ CD that he had made. 

Milan. 2012. This nice AirBnB apartment that we found close to our venue for the Mark Knopfler concert on the outskirts. The owner of the apartment was clearly house-proud, well-travelled and had some lovely curios from around the world. And he said he’d heard of the company I work with – what are the odds?! There was a huge world map covering one of the walls in our bedroom and pinned places he’s visited. S is hoping to borrow the idea and do the same in our home, some day!

Venice. The same trip. Crowded bus from Venice to Mestre. A man, beside me, clearly trying to pick someone’s pocket in front of me. I sort of blocked the guy, and then the owner of the said pocket got off. The pick-pocket-fellow got really mad at me, swore and got off the bus. Still mad, he came and banged the window next to the seat where I just settled down now. Ugh. I was quite taken aback and shaken. 

Amritsar, 2015 with friends and A. Again, an AirBnB apartment. Lovely family, great hospitality, and endless supply of chai and great food. 

I’m sure I’m forgetting a few, but maybe they’ll be part two! What are some moments that stand out from your travels?


Child is the father of man

November 16, 2015

While I was making lunch this morning, A was having breakfast on her high chair. Rice sevai. I also added a spoon of thick curd to her tray. Now A loves curd/yoghurt. Really, really, really loves curd. And for the past 3-4 days I hadn’t given her any cos there wasn’t any at home and I didn’t buy any because the weather has been chilly and rainy. So she was naturally delighted to eat some. As I went back to my business, she piped up.

‘Mummy, thatoo.’ (Mummy, thank you)

Me: Awww. You’re welcome, baby.

Eats some more. And then,

‘Mummy, thatoo.’

Warmed my heart and made me hope I’ll always be as acknowledging when someone does something I appreciate, no matter how simple or easy it was for them.

In a lot ways, bringing up A is making me watch and evaluate the things I do and say. I should watch out even more closely now, because, with every single day I’m more and more aware of what a sponge she is, constantly watching and filing things away for later reference. And it’s amazing, the things you learn from your own offspring. Child is the father of man, indeed.


Born to run

November 15, 2015


 This book by Christopher McDougall traces the story of Mexico’s ‘running people’ – the Tarahumara tribe and is an incredibly interesting read. The first time I read, I breezed through it. The second time around, I’m taking it slower, trying savour it. I never usually stop to take notes while reading a book, but this seems like as good a time as any to start. Perhaps I’ll keep updating this post with my favourite parts from the book. 

Caballo Blanco – “Don’t fight the trail. Take what it gives you. “

“Lesson two. Think Easy, light, smoothe and Fast. You start with easy, because if that’s all you get, that’s not so bad. Then work on light. Make it effortless, like you don’t give a shit how high the hill is or how far you’ve got to go. When you’ve practiced that so long that you forget you’re practicing, work on making it smoooooth. You won’t have to worry about the last one – you get those three, and you’ll be fast. “

A Tarahumara saying – When you run on the earth and run with the earth, you can run forever.’



November 13, 2015

I constantly wonder if I’ll forget these tiny moments, filled with magic, and I wish I could bottle them up and keep them safe. 

  • When she woke up in the middle of the night, and didn’t immediately go back to sleep thanks to her Dad snoring. She lay wide awake, and went ‘Daddy, khoaaaa!’ It cracked me up. I giggled, and she giggled. 
  • When she was sitting on the bed, and doubled over, trying to blow a raspberry on her own belly  realising she couldn’t, she looked up and caught me laughing. And she laughed. 
  • When she picked up a piece of tomato that she no longer wanted to eat, and walked straight to the dustbin and opened it and threw it in. And I marvelled at how much she learns just by watching us. 
  • When her Dad sneezed, and she just couldn’t wait to report that bit of news to her grandpa. Never mind that he’d been sitting right there. She just had to stand in front of him, and go, ‘Thatha, Daddy – acchhhi!’ And went on repeating it till he acknowledged her. 
  • When she woke up this morning and saw the string of lights blinking by the front door. She went, ‘Aitu, Aituuu, Aituuu!!’ (A’s word for light) and then laughed the most delightful laughter.