Thursday, April 6, 2017

Marching through March.

March is usually the month I scream from the rooftop that I completed another year as a blogger and then fill up an entire post about stuff about which no one cares about. However a post is a post is a post. Then I bask in the glory of one, having completed another year and two, having posted something at all.


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I have been rather busy last month. My son started first grade, which means he now has to wear uniform for the rest of the best part of his life, which means I don’t have to invest on other clothes for him in general which means more clothes for me. I am that evil mother who calculates how much more shopping she can do when her son actually crossed an important milestone. I am actually supposed to be happy and crying tears of joy at the church. Well I am drinking wine and planning where to go this weekend to shop.

Another important development is that one of my tooth from the farthest corner of my mouth fell off as I was eating grapes. Apparently my mouth was pretty shocked by the fact that I was eating a fruit for the first time in ages. The shock was so bad that the tooth just collapsed. Nowadays teeth are equally as dramatic as us. Thankfully I dint swallow it, but yeah the dent has given me that look that I am only a broom and black cloak short of being an authentic witch.  As my son has lost a couple teeth as well and is rejoicing when new ones are sprouting from his cute pink jaws, I can only look at the mirror and sigh aloud. Obviously my jaws are way past menopause and are unlikely to produce teeth again.

However highlight of the month was not that. I made a traffic offence while taking a left from a lane which goes straight only. Which actually means the lane which goes left was waiting at the red. I smartly crossed the red. Few cars recorded their protest by honking in unison as part of their ‘holier than thou’ campaign. I realized my mistake but it was too late and kept going. I came home and cried into the pillow, the only thing that understands my pain in the house. I was so lost that I dint notice the camera flash as well. However, till date it has not been updated as an offence on the website, which means I will not be swatting mosquitoes in jail.  My son was pretty excited by the idea of me going to jail, as he wanted to tell his friends how cool his mom is compared to their boring law abiding moms.

On a serious note, I will be in India coming week, to be with my parents as one of them needs a medical procedure and has to be admitted in the hospital. They were both against the idea of me going there for this and were sternly voicing their objection which I ignored, the same way they ignored my pleas when I wanted to go for excursion in my college days. This is payback time.

That week I will be away from the baby for the first time since 2011. Now this is a serious matter, because I’d be leaving him with a bigger child who also needs adult supervision. My child may also experience the bitter taste of hunger because whenever I leave him with his dad at meal time, the food is eaten by the one who was supposed to monitor the child. I am leaving him for a few days, knowing that it will be the worst days of his life, and hoping that he will appreciate me more when I am back.

It has been eight years of blogging, and March was the birthday month of my blog. Thanks everyone who read, appreciated and criticized me. Special thanks to those who found me irritating but still refrained from sending goons to my house. Love you all!

14 comments:

  1. Every year is an achievement. Keep going!

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  2. Keep writing. Keep making us laugh with your crazy antics and please, please there are better ways to look cool than going to jail.

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    1. Hahaha totally Purba ! I should tell my son also :D

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  3. hey happy birthday to you as a blogger as well.. and yes there are many who read the thoughts penned down

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  4. such an entertaining post. from start to finish :)

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  5. good one papa,hahaha just said for fun.even my dad calls my elder sister as papa though she is old enough and has a papa.i think all southern states have similarities. even karunanidhi calls jayalalitha as papa hmm

    ok am the one who criticised you and i did not send goons to your house cuz you were already frustrated and i did not want to trouble you more.just said for fun......

    hmm,you are really cool these days compared to when we had argument but one thing is sure,you did not change when it comes to intellect. hahaha its truth and said for fun.

    happy vishu,have a good time papa. hope someone don't think that ants under their feet wrote comments. hahahaha ok my last comment and i don't want to trouble you as my comments are lil different from others.

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    1. Of course you can comment about my intellect because look at your language, it says a lot about your intellect ! Thanks for not sending goons to my house, even if you do they will come back without limbs. You be ready to pay for their medical expenses!

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  6. hmm it sounds like mohan lal movie,ok bye girl.happy blogging :-)

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  7. Nice blog !!! Awesome posts & information, i had Liked Your Blog & way Of Writing The Posts In Your website,Please Share More Information in Your Blog,Keep Going On And All The Best

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