Monthly Archives: July 2011

Globalisation

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…can be funny at times…

Hyderabad treated us to Punjabi food for lunch and we had Uttappam for breakfast in Delhi!

My craving for Hyderabadi biryani will have to wait for the next time.

Dr. Pattu

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Pattu is busy role playing with her doctor set. I am the Patient. Pattu brings a stethoscope, forceps and a bottle of medicine. Putting the stethoscope to my back, she says, ‘breathe’. I comply.


Pattu: You have cold, I’ll give you syrup. It is sweet only, don’t cry, ok.
Amma cries and puts up a fight.
Pattu: No…show aaaa … be quiet, else I’ll call the doctor!
Amma: Oh, but who are you then?
Pattu: I’m the nurse
Amma cries and puts up a fight again
Pattu calls the doctor and Dr. Pattu arrives.
Dr. Pattu: Why are you troubling? Show aaa… it is a sweet medicine only… show
Amma reluctantly shows aaa and Dr. Pattu pulls out a teeth using the forceps.
Amma: Ouch! Why did you do that? You said I only have a cold!
Dr.Pattu: But I had the forceps…that’s why. Now I’ll put nose drops ok?
Amma is scared and objects.
Dr.Pattu: Looking annoyed.. If you keep troubling, then I’ll have to call the plumber!

If Pattu becomes a doctor, god (or the plumber?) save her patients! 

We made it this time…

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…to Nalandaway’s Art Arattai Aarpattam. Pattu along with her friend A explored all the art and craft activities by Let’s do Something – pot painting, pop up cards, finger painting, jewelry making – they made their own bracelet and earrings.

We went back for the Sing along with Jeeva and Krishna Iyer. Awesome! Pattu and A had V as well for company and the three of them were super excited singing and jumping along! LB was just two rows away from us … I can’t tell whether the kids or the parents enjoyed it more.

And this Aarpattam continued all the way back home as well!

Highlight of the evening was V telling the girls, ‘ayyo CD odanju pochu’ (The CD got stuck) when the girls were stuck on a song trying to recall the next line. LOL! 

CMM Level 4

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I realised a few days back how efficient we have become as a team. I mean all of us at home – including the domestic help. I’m brimming with pride – we have almost reached CMM level 4. Let me explain.


While our home is not too dirty or cluttered, it doesn’t fall in the ‘always sparkling clean’ category. If you have magnifying glasses for eyes, you’ll find a layer of dust waving at you here and there and you’ll hear the walls groan from the scrubbing of Pattu’s murals, you might find a stray crayon, peanut, squeaky toy under the cushion, etc, etc. We are also liberated people who will keep things where we want to keep them; not necessarily where they belong by popular opinion – c’mon, what’s a home if I can’t do as I please.
The unspoken rule however is that, come visitors and we’ll get into the teamwork mode. What we used to accomplish in 3 hours, we accomplish in less than 30 mins these days. Process, people, process is the key. I just have to ‘blow the whistle’ and we all get working like an army of ants.


– MIL will hide the laundry, clear the railing of stray towels and undies, restore doormats to their positions and walk around with a piece of cloth dusting here and there.
– FIL will put on his teeth, dab some talcum powder and excavate used bowls and glasses from under the cot, near the sofa, under the cushion etc and throw them into the sink and he’ll switch on all the fans so that the dust on them doesn’t show.
– I shove all kitchen clutter under the counter, clear the bathrooms of Pattu’s toys and other things that you don’t want to know and straighten the sheets (all the way to the floor so that the crocodiles and dinosaurs under the cot are well hidden).
– Hubby dear will clear laptops and such gadgets from dining table, put the wet towels out and shove folded clothes into the nearest cupboard
– Maid will sweep and swab in one efficient swoosh and clear the mess in Pattu’s room
– Pattu will ‘help’ the maid clean up her room, plump the cushions, throw them around and jump on them again till I holler and refrain from causing any further damage.
– And we all put on our best smiles (like it is all so effortless).


What’s more, we even categorise the visits.
1. Short visits limited to living, dining, kitchen.
2. Extended visits that can lead to bathroom and bedroom exploration as well
3. Stay over. We take 2 days to prepare for 3 – dusting, scrubbing, rearranging in full swing. For No 3, we actually clean the fans.


MBA project trainees are welcome to analyse and learn from our process efficiency.

Carrot and Stick

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Pattu’s cousins were coming over. Two days before their arrival I started giving gyan on sharing and being well behaved and all that, Pattu nodding absently.

Amma: So, if there are only 2 candies, you’ll give one to A and the other one to C and amma will get one for you later ok?
Pattu: No amma.
Amma: !!?? What?
Pattu: If there are only 2 candies, I’ll take one and give the other one to C. A can adjust. It’s ok.
Amma: That’ll make you a bad girl then…
Pattu: after some thinking... that’s ok amma… sometimes I’ll be a bad girl… sometimes only, not always..ok?

Silence followed for few minutes.

Pattu: Amma, tell me a story…
Amma: I won’t… because you don’t share. Bad girl!
Pattu: That is only laaater amma… later only I’ll be a bad girl, now I am a good girl. Tell me story now.

Mommy Guilty?

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The other day I went shopping and picked up a few (which turned out to be quite a lot actually) clothes for self and Pattu. I did some quick mental math (which involves me spreading out my fingers and toes and at times asking my company to do the same)… anyway, the point is, I realised that it would make an obscene bill. At this point, I commanded the objective, fair judge (in me) to take over and be merciless in throwing out irrational items from the shopping cart. And the objective, fair judge (in me) threw out 2 of the 3 items that I had picked up for Pattu while all my 3 items made it to the billing counter.

My friend gave me a shocked look to suggest, ‘a nice, selfless mom, aren’t you?’. I actually felt a bit shame shame and all that but I put up a brave face and didn’t show it.

There are a few more instances as well: If Pattu and I are both hungry, I gobble down a few mouthfuls (I can gobble down a full meal in a few mouthfuls, especially when I am hungry) before I even think of getting Pattu’s food ready (but then I am usually very quick to download my few mouthfuls). A hungry me is not a very pleasant sight. But of course if there’s only one plate of food between us, I’ll give it to Pattu (expecting Pattu to feel blessed).

That made me wonder, I can’t think of one instance where my mom has put herself before her children. And that brings me to the question, am I the only shame shame mom around or have we (as moms) changed? 


Inviting all you moms out there to pour your guilt here. However, considering the popularity of my blog (the lack of it), I think it is a better idea to tag a few of you than leave it so open ended. So, the tag goes to Artutbt and Vidya (because I think you all are very unlikely candidates to have done something like this). You have to:

1. Write about 2 instances where you have put yourself before your child/ children… been a wee bit selfish.
2. How did you feel? Did you feel a pang of guilt or were you comfortable?
3. Tag 2 more moms (I want to know I have company, you see **EVIL GRIN**)

Motherhood Lessons from Pattu

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Hello all you lovely aunties! This is Pattu. You know Uma aunty has tagged amma and amma doesn’t have time to do it. So, I decided to take a shot at it…. so here I go…

These are some lessons I taught Amma:

1. I can’t look cute when I’m crying. Have you ever tried it? It is tough, let me tell you.
2. Whaddya mean you can’t sing? I don’t care for the CDs … I WANT MY AMMA TO SING…no matter how bad you are
3. No matter how well planned I am, Amma always starts digging into her food when I feel the urge to poop. Hullo, you can’t blame me – I’m still grappling with all the levers in my body…
4. I can’t be adorable all the time… not even to you amma… C’mon, I have to be myself at times…
5. When Amma is unwell, I so want to hug her and be with her all the time. I’m not being clingy! Why don’t you understand?
6. Amma, I’m sorry, but I am actually enjoying ‘Time outs’ – the view of the room from a corner is always interesting. And why do you look like someone punished you? Huh?
7. There’s no ‘one size fits all’ in parenting. I am different …aren’t you different from your friends?
8. WARNING: Comparing notes on my progress can adversely affect your BP.
9. I cannot play the piano at 3 yrs. And I don’t intend to. Excuse me, what were you doing when you were 3?! You think ammamma hasn’t told me 😉
10. Don’t keep telling me about junk food. I know just as you do. Can you exercise restraint? And you’ve been trying for 30 odd years!
11. You can’t tell me to be honest and be angry with me for telling that aunty that I don’t like her. Make up your mind.
12. Sure there are some kids who do as they are told. But then, hey, won’t you feel insulted if you were given a less difficult  interesting task (me, ahem!)?
13. Honestly amma, there are times when I don’t want you. Now, don’t give me that ‘hurt-ba-lamb’ look. I know you aren’t going to the hospital every  time – you have fun with your friends.

And can I request my friends Jillu, V, and LG to take up the tag? Their moms have been on a break too…