14 years…that is a long time, it seems like yesterday though. The excitement, the tension, the anxiety on that day 14 years back, when we finally tied the knot after years of waiting.
And we have grown, together, learning to love and hold on in the face of adversities…during these years.
The first two years were a honeymoon except for the six months of being apart when he went sailing. And then our focus changed, from being so engrossed in each other, we both took on the role of being a provider to the addition in the family. I saw my life partner change from a careless, fun-loving youth to a mature man who took his responsibilities seriously, sometimes a bit too much. And I loved him even more…
I saw his eyes soften with a new light when he carried our first born, I saw him looking out for some characteristics of her that resembled his. And I loved him even more…
He was a strict father but I knew that he was a soft and completely malleable underneath the stern façade.
The next two years with the additional responsibility were tough years for both of us, he had left his lucrative sailing profession for a stable but less lucrative shore job (to be with us) and we were learning the ropes of living alone like a family.
Each year had its challenges, from living in a small rented flat to buying our own; we have scrapped through, with our own set of fights and disagreements. Two completely different people trying to live harmoniously…
The love has grown stronger, resilient and we have become so used to each other, we just can’t manage alone. He is my best friend, who I hate in between, but still kind of like his idiosyncrasies, because it is all about ‘him’. I love his grey hair, the slight paunch, his cynicism, how he looks at me and makes me tell the little secrets that I had thought not to give out. Well, the 14 years have been difficult, but I have loved each moment of it…
Love you, da…
P.S:
(I have booked him for a massage session, but the evil me, made sure that is being done by a man (old too! You can never be too sure these days!)….
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Thursday, April 16, 2009
A peek into my love life...
The arresting colour, the shine of skin under the blazing sun, contours that make you want to glide your hands over and caress the classic bends and dips, the trim lines and firm body. And then when you get closer and inside, the gentle purr of power, the quick response to my touch, the smooth glide and then the exhilaration once you master it…
Well, guys don’t get me wrong, this is just not what you think…
This is how I would describe our new Mazda CX9…and it truly gives a wonderful smooth ride!
The high I get of driving this powerful black beauty is beyond description…
The interiors are equally sexy with the dim blue light from the wedges near the door handles and from the front panel along with red hues behind panels giving the effect of an up-scale pub. And listening to music on the wonderful Bose system while driving is almost as heady as a sip of red wine!
But when will get it again? I eye the beauty whenever we go out but even before I can ask for the keys, my husband hurries into the driving seat and sits looking ahead ignoring my hurt look.
So till I get to drive this one yet again I live with the passion of unfulfilled love…
P.S: That's the black beauty for you
Well, guys don’t get me wrong, this is just not what you think…
This is how I would describe our new Mazda CX9…and it truly gives a wonderful smooth ride!
The high I get of driving this powerful black beauty is beyond description…
The interiors are equally sexy with the dim blue light from the wedges near the door handles and from the front panel along with red hues behind panels giving the effect of an up-scale pub. And listening to music on the wonderful Bose system while driving is almost as heady as a sip of red wine!
But when will get it again? I eye the beauty whenever we go out but even before I can ask for the keys, my husband hurries into the driving seat and sits looking ahead ignoring my hurt look.
So till I get to drive this one yet again I live with the passion of unfulfilled love…
P.S: That's the black beauty for you
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Ushering in the new era of blogging
The world is not so bad, guys. Look at this, how a blogger, who lost her child was consoled by all her blog friends...
Let's begin our new year (by the way, I am still waiting for Vishu wishes, N!)with three cheers for the world of blogging!
Hip Hip Hurray...
(silently praying that I can keep this spark alive by constant contributions, which does ebb when the going gets tough)
Let's begin our new year (by the way, I am still waiting for Vishu wishes, N!)with three cheers for the world of blogging!
Hip Hip Hurray...
(silently praying that I can keep this spark alive by constant contributions, which does ebb when the going gets tough)
Thursday, April 2, 2009
The First One
Deeps tagged me long back and I am reliving my 1st pregnancy, thanks to her...
1.WAS YOUR PREGNANCY PLANNED?
It wasn’t but we were eager to extend our family…
2. WERE YOU MARRIED AT THE TIME?
Of course.
3. WHAT WERE YOUR REACTIONS?
I was terrified as I was sailing with my husband with no doctors on board and the rule was that preganant women should not sail! And I wanted to be with my husband...
4. WAS ABORTION AN OPTION FOR YOU?
Never …
5. HOW OLD WERE YOU?
I was 26 years.
6. HOW DID YOU FIND OUT YOU WERE PREGNANT?
I could smell my husband from far… and I puked as soon as I smelt the dinner at the ship’s dining hall. We were sailing towards Italy and there was no way I could confirm and even at (Taranto) one of the port cities in Italy, where we berthed, we just had 12 hours to go and come back.
This is a big story so bear with me…We went inside what we thought was a hospital and it wasn’t, it was a old age centre and they (the receptionists) called for the ambulance, thinking I was ‘serious’. Neither us nor they understood what the other was speaking. (Nobody spoke a bit of English) So there I was, in a wheel chair, taken to a hospital on an ambulance (with the red lights on and the siren screaming…). Both of us were shocked into inaction. I was rushed into an examination room and checked by Italian doctors who finally gave us their verdict, “Gravidanca…” and seeing our bewildered faces repeated, “Pregnant, 3 months and all fine”. We were at peace only then…
7. WHO DID YOU TELL FIRST?
My husband, but I didn’t have to tell him too, he could see the effects…I used to run as soon as he entered our cabin…to the loo and puke!
8. DUE DATE?
October 6 1997
9. DID YOU HAVE MORNING SICKNESS?
Mine was different, it was not restricted to the mornings…I puked whenever I came in contact with food or my husband!
10. WHAT DID YOU CRAVE?
The first three months I hated food and then I just wanted home cooked food.
11. WHO/WHAT IRRITATED YOU THE MOST?
Do I have to tell you, my husband of course.
12. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CHILD'S SEX?
Girl
13. DID YOU WISH YOU HAD THE OPPOSITE SEX OF WHAT YOU WERE GETTING?
No, I was happy with a girl
14. HOW MANY POUNDS DID YOU GAIN THROUGHOUT THE PREGNANCY?
Around 12 kgs
15. DID YOU HAVE A BABY SHOWER?
No
16. WAS IT A SURPRISE OR DID YOU KNOW?
Not applicable
17. DID YOU HAVE ANY COMPLICATIONS DURING YOUR PREGNANCY?
Thankfully , except for the first few months, I had an uneventful pregnancy.
18. WHERE DID YOU GIVE BIRTH?
AT my hometown, Kottayam
19 HOW MANY HOURS WERE YOU IN LABOR?
From 5pm to 8.30pm
20. WHO DROVE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL?
My husband drove me but couldn’t park anywhere near and I walked to the hospital
21. WHO WATCHED YOU GIVE BIRTH?
None from the family
22. WAS IT NATURAL OR C-SECTION?
Natural
23. DID YOU TAKE MEDICINE TO EASE THE PAIN?
Nope
24. HOW MUCH DID YOUR CHILD WEIGH?
She was small, 2.8kg
25. WHEN WAS YOUR CHILD ACTUALLY BORN?
8.28pm on September 30, a week early, in 1997
26. WHAT DID YOU NAME HIM/HER?
Kavya, I loved that name...
27. HOW OLD IS YOUR FIRST BORN?
She is 11 years now…
28. WHAT WAS YOUR REACTION WHEN THE DOCTOR ANNOUNCED THE SEX OF THE BABY?
I didn’t give it much thought, for me, the sex of the baby wasn’t important.
29. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST REACTION ON SEEING THE BABY?
Well, I was just relieved it was all over
30. DID YOU CRY
No, I was in too much in pain as the doctor began the stitching up soon after…
I am sure, this must have bored you...so do you want me to go on and write about my second one?Ah, I can hear the groans...
Here I want to tag, Reflections, Renu and all those who haven't done this, it will be fun to read for us and will take you back to those years too...
1.WAS YOUR PREGNANCY PLANNED?
It wasn’t but we were eager to extend our family…
2. WERE YOU MARRIED AT THE TIME?
Of course.
3. WHAT WERE YOUR REACTIONS?
I was terrified as I was sailing with my husband with no doctors on board and the rule was that preganant women should not sail! And I wanted to be with my husband...
4. WAS ABORTION AN OPTION FOR YOU?
Never …
5. HOW OLD WERE YOU?
I was 26 years.
6. HOW DID YOU FIND OUT YOU WERE PREGNANT?
I could smell my husband from far… and I puked as soon as I smelt the dinner at the ship’s dining hall. We were sailing towards Italy and there was no way I could confirm and even at (Taranto) one of the port cities in Italy, where we berthed, we just had 12 hours to go and come back.
This is a big story so bear with me…We went inside what we thought was a hospital and it wasn’t, it was a old age centre and they (the receptionists) called for the ambulance, thinking I was ‘serious’. Neither us nor they understood what the other was speaking. (Nobody spoke a bit of English) So there I was, in a wheel chair, taken to a hospital on an ambulance (with the red lights on and the siren screaming…). Both of us were shocked into inaction. I was rushed into an examination room and checked by Italian doctors who finally gave us their verdict, “Gravidanca…” and seeing our bewildered faces repeated, “Pregnant, 3 months and all fine”. We were at peace only then…
7. WHO DID YOU TELL FIRST?
My husband, but I didn’t have to tell him too, he could see the effects…I used to run as soon as he entered our cabin…to the loo and puke!
8. DUE DATE?
October 6 1997
9. DID YOU HAVE MORNING SICKNESS?
Mine was different, it was not restricted to the mornings…I puked whenever I came in contact with food or my husband!
10. WHAT DID YOU CRAVE?
The first three months I hated food and then I just wanted home cooked food.
11. WHO/WHAT IRRITATED YOU THE MOST?
Do I have to tell you, my husband of course.
12. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CHILD'S SEX?
Girl
13. DID YOU WISH YOU HAD THE OPPOSITE SEX OF WHAT YOU WERE GETTING?
No, I was happy with a girl
14. HOW MANY POUNDS DID YOU GAIN THROUGHOUT THE PREGNANCY?
Around 12 kgs
15. DID YOU HAVE A BABY SHOWER?
No
16. WAS IT A SURPRISE OR DID YOU KNOW?
Not applicable
17. DID YOU HAVE ANY COMPLICATIONS DURING YOUR PREGNANCY?
Thankfully , except for the first few months, I had an uneventful pregnancy.
18. WHERE DID YOU GIVE BIRTH?
AT my hometown, Kottayam
19 HOW MANY HOURS WERE YOU IN LABOR?
From 5pm to 8.30pm
20. WHO DROVE YOU TO THE HOSPITAL?
My husband drove me but couldn’t park anywhere near and I walked to the hospital
21. WHO WATCHED YOU GIVE BIRTH?
None from the family
22. WAS IT NATURAL OR C-SECTION?
Natural
23. DID YOU TAKE MEDICINE TO EASE THE PAIN?
Nope
24. HOW MUCH DID YOUR CHILD WEIGH?
She was small, 2.8kg
25. WHEN WAS YOUR CHILD ACTUALLY BORN?
8.28pm on September 30, a week early, in 1997
26. WHAT DID YOU NAME HIM/HER?
Kavya, I loved that name...
27. HOW OLD IS YOUR FIRST BORN?
She is 11 years now…
28. WHAT WAS YOUR REACTION WHEN THE DOCTOR ANNOUNCED THE SEX OF THE BABY?
I didn’t give it much thought, for me, the sex of the baby wasn’t important.
29. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST REACTION ON SEEING THE BABY?
Well, I was just relieved it was all over
30. DID YOU CRY
No, I was in too much in pain as the doctor began the stitching up soon after…
I am sure, this must have bored you...so do you want me to go on and write about my second one?Ah, I can hear the groans...
Here I want to tag, Reflections, Renu and all those who haven't done this, it will be fun to read for us and will take you back to those years too...
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Another 55f
This gets interesting...so another try.
Lost Identity?
They slept like one, bodies intertwined, a bundle of mass…
Until a noise from downstairs woke her and she cried out, “My husband is home.”
The man gathered his clothes and jumped out of the window.
A few minutes later he walked back in and said sheepishly, “But I am the husband.”
About 55 Fiction
A literary work will be considered 55 Fiction if it has:
Fifty-five words or less (A non-negotiable rule)
A setting,
One or more characters,
Some conflict, and
A resolution. (Not limited to moral of the story)
Lost Identity?
They slept like one, bodies intertwined, a bundle of mass…
Until a noise from downstairs woke her and she cried out, “My husband is home.”
The man gathered his clothes and jumped out of the window.
A few minutes later he walked back in and said sheepishly, “But I am the husband.”
About 55 Fiction
A literary work will be considered 55 Fiction if it has:
Fifty-five words or less (A non-negotiable rule)
A setting,
One or more characters,
Some conflict, and
A resolution. (Not limited to moral of the story)
Monday, March 30, 2009
A 55 Fiction
I found this interesting and wanted to try my hand at it...
I search for my toothbrush but can’t find it ...
“N…,” I shout, “Where is amma’s brush?”
N appears and says, innocently, “I put it here,” indicating the bidet. I peep down the pipe – and see three more.
I look at her threateningly.
She smiles angelically, “I was washing them.”
I succumb to her charm…
About 55 Fiction
A literary work will be considered 55 Fiction if it has:
Fifty-five words or less (A non-negotiable rule)
A setting,
One or more characters,
Some conflict, and
A resolution. (Not limited to moral of the story)
I search for my toothbrush but can’t find it ...
“N…,” I shout, “Where is amma’s brush?”
N appears and says, innocently, “I put it here,” indicating the bidet. I peep down the pipe – and see three more.
I look at her threateningly.
She smiles angelically, “I was washing them.”
I succumb to her charm…
About 55 Fiction
A literary work will be considered 55 Fiction if it has:
Fifty-five words or less (A non-negotiable rule)
A setting,
One or more characters,
Some conflict, and
A resolution. (Not limited to moral of the story)
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Is this Generation Gap?
Taking you back 25 years to my hometown, Kottayam
Exam time for me
The day starts quite early with some last hours of mugging up and then a cold bath. Then taking the pen with me, I would run off to the temple to offer my prayers. The last important step in getting good marks, I believed then and with conviction. The pen would be given for pooja and holding it reverently I would trek off to school.
Fast forward to this era
My daughter’s exams
I suggested this age old technique of mine and though K (my elder one who is 11 years old) expressed disdain, I saw her taking a small picture of the God and tucking it into her pencil box. I keep mum. Two exams later, I saw her keep it back. The next exam was Hindi, her toughest one and I saw her struggling with it, with just a few pushes and doubt clearing from both of us. But after the exams she came back happy, saying she has done it well.
Her reasoning to this, “I took God’s picture with me for the first two exams and I didn’t do the papers well, I kept God back and then the exams were easier.”
I explained, “God makes sure that what you remember what you studied. That is just 10 % of the total. How you fare depends ultimately on your hard work. You put in more work on the last exams and so naturally you did well. Hard work constitutes the 90 %.”
She listened, but she refuses to take the picture along with her…
I am sure she has her reasons, and the next time I insist she would even come with rejoinders, like, ‘You have said earlier, God is always with us’.
So I just let her be, I conclude that I was naïve at her age, I clung on to age-old beliefs, though it hasn’t done me any harm…it has only helped, maybe at least that 10 % bit.
And I don’t think I have changed much, even if I still believe work is worship, I don’t forget to think of God before I do anything important…and I am sure all this will rub off on K too.
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