An Indifferent Day

22nd Jan was very indifferent to me- I was bit irritable and was not in my elements for most part of the day. Perhaps it had something to do with the weather or the email directive of my mom's boss telling her to join office once her maternity leaves are over on Feb 3rd, 2009 citing some HR formalities- my dad read that email for mom over phone. Slowly and steadily I am getting the inkling of what is in store for me........ However Mom is sure about one thing- to extend her leaves by at least 20-30 days.....even if it means to join office for one day in between...Looking back at the day, I can safely conclude that telepathy and connection works very strongly.....

Before I conclude, I must mention Soli whose fight is on..... The dilemma and contradiction has been captured by my father in his post titled "Soli- A Hope in Contradiction" on his blog http://myheartfeltmusings.blogspot.com/.

Here are the excerpts of that post-
"-“Hope and despair”, “happiness and sadness”, “celebration and fight” et al are not mere words but powerful voice tools lent to human beings by the Almighty God to help them describe their emotions of that particular point in time. The contradictory nature of these voice tools is what creates the distinction in the lives of those very human beings. The list of tools is endless and so is the contradiction in the emotions that occupies, both the mind-space and the mindscape of every human being- every passing moment does nothing but only fuel those contradictions either by adding on to the list or by flipping the characters..........circle of life continues...."

"No wonder Dani was found wanting for words on wordless Wednesday.....You can follow Soli’s progress on http://silvazoo.blogspot.com while Reveda is http://reveda.blogspot.com/"

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My First Shopping Experience

Wednesday morning of 21st January in Dehradun (Doon) was pretty cool but as the day progressed, sun was out in full blaze over the clear blue skies of Doon; the cool breeze blowing in from the Mussoorie hills was enough to soothe the impact of the hot sun- the weather was simply awesome and amazing... that is why hillstations or cities situted in a valley are so enjoyable....

My day though began as usual- with a big smile on my face. Soon it was time for my daily massage followed by my bath. My mom tried to put me on to sleep right afterwards, but I couldn't sleep at all. The persistent noise of hammers and other tools used by the carpenter working inside our house was too distracting. My mom was quick to find the solution and took me out in the lawns. In no time would I find myself resting in the soft arms of my best companion- my sleep; January sun and the flowery surroundings helped me in their own ways. After 2 hours, I requested my companion to let me go and seek my mom’s arms again; who incidentally was busy making her shopping plans. My timely request would eventually help my mom execute her plans for the day. Around 2 pm, I found myself in my dadee’s arms forming the same quartet as one during our Cafe Coffee Day visit of 19th January; driver uncle was on the wheels again- he drives with an extra care whenever I am one of the travellers. We headed towards Dehradun’s main market- Paltan Bazaar. As existing traffic rules do not permit anyone to drive inside the market, we had to park our car outside and walk on our feet. My dadee was holding me; I was adequately dressed to beat the Dehradun chill. Firstly we went to a jewellery shop as my mom wanted to buy a gold bracelet for her. She is not a jewellery freak so she would rather use her old wedding jewellery for the purpose than spending money. Lucky dad- as he doesn’t have to negotiate jewellery obsessed wife. She also bought some quilts, bed linens, terry towels etc for our house. Later, we would drive to Raja Road- Dehradun’s hardware market to buy some glass for the carpenter work currently underway at our house. While on our way back home, my dadee shopped for veggies and fruits and we were home by 6 pm- completely exhausted. I was hungry so mom would feed me and soon I again find myself ensconced in the arms of my best pal- my sleep.

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My Father's New Blog

My father started a new blog titled-"Searching For Joy & Happiness In Intertwined Melancholy". The web address for the blog is http://myheartfeltmusings.blogspot.com/. Do visit this blog and let him know your views to improve it....

Here are excerpts from that blog-

"He was full of life with an ever flashing smile all over his face; his short stature was just a mirage when looked at in the context of his overall personality- he was much taller than what he otherwise looked. His overall demeanour was so comforting that his very presence used to make other person forget the pain he/she was under at that particular point in time. On a personal front, he was no less than an alchemist and could do anything he wanted to be a successful person."

"It was the summers of 92 when I met him through a common acquaintance. We were freshly out of class 12 and were digging the foundation to build our "

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Visit To Cafe Coffee Day

19th Jan, the day when I first stepped inside into a cafe- "CAFE COFFEE DAY" wrapped up in my warm jacket and clinged tightly by my dadee in her arms...no special ocasion but then my presence alone made it special. Actually it was mom's idea as she was craving for Capuccino, so she made my dadee and Himmu daadee (my father's aunty) accompany us. We drove to the cafe in our car with driver uncle on the wheels. I was little sleepy when we left our place. But as soon as we entered inside, sleep just vanished and it would remain like that for next 2 and half hours. I was made to sit there, few pics were clicked ( my father will upload them once he sees us this weekend). My roving eyes didn't rest even for a minute- searching and looking here and there and also trying to make sense out of it.. The colourful walls of the cafe were eye catching and perhaps one reason for not letting my eyeballs take some rest. If my mom would have had her own way, she for sure would have put one or two drops into my mouth, but then that is not it was supposed to be; so she didnt. One incident I must mention was- when my mom went up to a service boy and handed him our camera requesting him to click few pictures. For a moment that request left him high and dry as he couldn't understand that "bolt out of the blue" request. In all probabilities he must have thought that the girl (my mom) has gone crazy... my mom quickly sensed it and said- Bhai (used for brother in hindi)-would you please click few pictures of my daughter? and an embarrased smile followed quickly.

While everyone was busy sipping coffee, I was logging in all the happenings inside that cafe in my mind. Just, as when my mom realised that too much indulence would add on to her already bloating body, it was time to go. As soon as we would get inside the car to head back home, I would again start to feel sleepy; besides I was hungry as well; but then the excitement of spending time at cafe was powerful enough to allow me send hunger and sleep into trash for the time being.

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My White Hair

Mom just told me that I have a lone white hair on my head. No wonder I am writing this blog like an elderly person!! One thing I want to share with my readers is my apparent liking for my mittens. I love to suck them which means that I often spit on to my clothes- reason enough to make my mom scold me( not literaly though). But then who cares as these are the only playful activities I can indulge in at this stage. You know my mom tends to take unnecessary tension even on petty issues- mine taking feed in a hurry is always a cause for her anxiety .. but mom that is perfectly normal. You know Chetan uncle and Vaishali aunty told papa that Tanmay is like that too; so no worries on that count anymore...Nothing much that I can write about today as I slept for most part of the day- afterall it was a holiday so I decided to declare one for mine as well..

Soli inched one more day towards her original expected date of delivery. Keep it up Soli...

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