Mini's Scripts

In my childhood years, where wisdom was none and bravado and quick retort in abundance, I used to laugh a lot on the hindi one liner - sharma ji, sharmaate hai, chuhe pakad ke khaate hai! Now, I am married to one. And both my children have their surnames as Sharma! The cat got/caught/bit my tongue! Now, obviously, there is Mr. & Mrs. Sharma and then there is Master and Miss Sharma. The junior Sharmas' like singing tunelessly in a loud voice and the senior Sharmas' love cooking exotic food everyday which makes the neighbourhood smell of curry at least a good half mile from their kitchen windows. There was one incident when Mr. Sharma decided to make lamb curry on a rather hot Indian summerish day in England and when he went out for a smoke, he found that all the neighbours windows were closed. He came home and told Mrs Sharma what he had seen and she said, "at least the summer season bugs have been warded off from the homes. ;) Such ingenuity! Haha!  The Sharm...

Oh no! This is not related to your present state. O! mothers. You hard working, ever on your toes , eyes like a hawk, nose like a dog, ambidextrous, conversation filterer, multi-tasker and what not.  Oh! what would the world do without you? But hey, just when you thought that men were no longer important to procreate courtesy sperm banks, the boffins have now come up with 'artificial womb' and they have already produced sheep/ lamb  from those. Weird! Anyways coming to the point, I was aware of the world. A single dimensional unit, where everybody had roles defined and rewards set up . Now I have two kids + one man-kid and that world which I knew, doesn't matter anymore. I am not concerned with Excel sheets, or anything that might take longer than a minute to be ready. Apps, smartphones, Wi-Fi kettle all fail when the kids cry. I have resorted to pen and paper, use the broom as its quieter than the hoover, no extractor fan in the bath as it drowns sound from out...

Six steps to rid boredom/sadness/restlessness 1. Start by cleaning up and clearing your surroundings (As boring as it may sound it is very therapeutic)  2. Talk to your near and dear ones (Nothing beats the feeling that someone cares for you, and if no one is there, talk loudly to yourself. Your Mind always listens) 3. Go for a walk outside (Listen to any upbeat music; it always lifts the mood. I also listen to music from different parts of the world... its refreshing and catchy) 4. Indulge in serious self–pamper (Scrub-Rub-Massage your face, skin, hands, feet, hair-care) 5. Shopping (Well, I don't prefer spending money during this mindset as the decisions behind the items purchased are mostly made in spite) 6. Cook a meal from scratch (‘Made by me’ is a great feeling) These are few of my many tricks or tips that have worked every time I was at my wits end. Hope they help you too. xx

I have a bucket list, like everyone else and one amongst many is travelling and sightseeing all the beautiful places on earth, except I don't want to be stuck in traffic or any other situation unknown. I am a mother too, which like most mothers, do have thoughts which make me want to escape I always think if I were to escape the mundane yet very important task of feeding, changing diapers, burping etc like a clockwork, I would very much want to be in a white egg-like pod. Not big at all, but just right to move, sleep, jump, jog and read with nothing but silence. As I write, my 4-year-old, who has of late started barking like a puppy (paw-patrol effect) is standing behind and doing the same and the little baby continues to howl like a cub over stuck burpees. Life And right now is truly a musical world. I have also not been updating myself on most things that don't concern my children. I know about healthy food, cooking a nutritious meal and ensuring they are taken care...

How do you feel when someone you love doesn't love you back? No.. no.. no... I wouldn't want to discuss this one. Some things are better left unsaid. Yet there is someone I pine for.  There is someone, who I would like to meet, see every day , every hour. Spend my holidays and evenings sharing activities that we enjoy together . I would like to show him all my favourite places and introduce to all my friends and the world. I have a husband and two kids and any spare moment is a Me-time, and yet I am ready to sacrifice those precious time to be with him.  No, we can't talk, let alone see each other. You see, he speaks in his mother tongue and I am all but signs and grunts. Even as a little girl I had told my parents, that I, of course, want a dog and they had gladly got a giant cow.  The cow is gone with her two calves, in possibly a good home and I, after these many years still want a dog, but can't have one for all obvious reasons. Maybe my kids will g...

While we women who have procreated, have little or no time left for ourselves; we have always got time to smother our kids in one way or another. A kiss, big momma cuddle, food, treats, gifts, outings... its never enough! Lately, my little boy has been telling me funny things like - Maa - all grown ups have fat bottoms! Maa - Sia and I came from your tummy, so its a big fat tummy, but why does Papa have a big fat tummy! So, one sunny day, my clamped heart courtesy the damp English weather, decided to open up a little more and cuddle the kids. As I began my act, the two of them began fighting for attention even while sitting together in my lap. Poof, went the feeling and I was back to my normal harping screaming self. The act of smothering was replaced by the usual disciplining act. Sometimes dogs tolerate being smothered with love much better than your own progeny. 🙄🤐🤦🏻‍♀️

Life becomes so much easier to understand in monochrome. I used to get confused when everybody around me used to tell me that you cant have this thought process. You do need to have a midpoint - a grey zone too ... And over the years I have thought many a time on this same topic and trust me - this theory makes taking decisions so much simpler. You either like it or don't like it. Similarly, you can either breathe in or breathe out - no middle way of holding the breath there. But there will always be exceptions to this rule if people are involved. Some are just not that simple to interpret. And for me it leads to avoidance - ignorance is certainly bliss ;) Good night reader! x

Open the blind, close the blind. Open it in the morning so that whatever little sunshine falls in our share seeps in through the window. Close it at night; as who needs moonlight anyway ;). And the view outside stays the same. Sometimes I see a bird or two and the next thing I know, they have flown away. There was also a lovely couple with an adorable puppy pug. And some other times, I wish I lived above a bustling street or in its view and make stories all day about normal people and what they would have been had they not been what they are... But, a wish that I always wish is having a view full of greenery and blue skies and a waterbody around. Oh! I need to get this kind of wallpaper. :)

As the doorbell rang yesterday, my little boy ran to open the door, shouting - "Coming! Wait!". He has hardly been saying much except gibberish in his two's. This incident is now one of the most memorable moments given by our two year old, who has as of today said his first three word - "big red bus", which a few days ago was limited to being a pair - "red bus". Such a bus-fan! He is an excellent babbler. All I can now hope is for Mr.Speech to settle on his wonky palette in another few months.  Anyways, coming to the door bell. I have a habit of running towards the door wherever I am on the first floor or even the ground floor of the house by shouting the exact words told by the little man, and today it was very sweet yet hilarious to see the same action repeat. Time to refine the language. Lot of tongue cleaning to do. 

My write up for Valentine's Day circa 2016, that was featured on my lovely friends very interesting blog . …I told him, “ I love you “. He was too busy checking out the new wheels and didn’t answer. I was dumbfounded! I waited for a few more seconds and then I said with little more emphasis on those three simple yet most important words, “I LOVE YOU”. He gave me one long look, which went right into my soul. I noticed him taking in my chunky nerdy glasses, dishevelled hair and a tired looking face. But he finally lisped the sweetest words, “I ove you”. I couldn’t be more happier hearing these words. My little boy has turned two this week. He can’t yet pronounce words with letter ‘L’ in them and tends to say lollipop as ‘wayapop’ and love as ‘ove’. The only L-word he has mastered is ‘Let's go’, perfect to remind us that it’s time to go out for a walk. He likes spinning things, pretty much every thing that he lays his eyes upon and is always on the move. He can be especi...