Flashback

25 Apr

Madame Bubboo has been turning this way and that lately, lifting her regal head and surveying all of us. After a few minutes of this, though, loud cries begin. At this point, I have to go and rescue her from whatever predicament she has got herself into – an arm caught under her body or her legs tangled up in the bed sheet, usually.

I love watching Bubboo the few minutes she is lying on her tummy peacefully, her legs lifted up just so. Bubboo reminds me of the little girl I once was, in a lot of ways, one of them being this particular posture of hers. This was exactly the way I used to enjoy reading as a kiddo. This was the position I would adopt as I delved into fantasy worlds of fairies and pixies and gnomes and elves, for hours at a time – lying on my tummy peacefully, legs lifted up just so.

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This is my fifth (and final) post for the FPFS (Five Photos, Five Stories) Challenge.

FPFS challenge requires me to post a photo each day for 5 consecutive days and attach a post to it. It may be a fiction or non-fiction piece, a poem or simply a short paragraph. Next, each day I have to nominate one fellow blogger to carry on this challenge. The person nominated further can either accept it and continue the challenge or reject it – it is entirely his/her choice.

Have you read my first, second, third and fourth posts for the Challenge, yet?

It Has Been Six Months…

21 Apr

… since this adorable bundle of joy was placed into our waiting hands, in a hospital room.

This day feels like it has arrived too soon and too late, if you know what I mean.

In a way, these six months seem to have just flown by. We have made the most of many of the little moments along the way, of course, but it is still astonishing to realise how much Bubboo has grown. She is fast on her way to becoming her very own person from a tiny, helpless kitten. Very soon, the ‘baby’ will be gone and there will be a ‘toddler’ in her place. I am doing all that I can to squeeze out as many ‘baby’ moments as possible.

That said, it feels as if Bubboo has always been a part of our lives. She was there long before these six months. In a deeper sense, we seem to know her and she seems to know us. Too much Zen, perhaps, but that is how it feels at times.

Happy half-year birthday, Bubboo! I hope you always remember that we love you, that you were very much wanted, longed for even. :) May you be blessed with a wonderful life!

Just Read

20 Apr

My French Life – Vicki Archer

Australian Vicki Archer and her family, consisting of a husband and three kids, fell in love with a dilapidated farmhouse in France, while on a vacation. In course of time, they bought the farmhouse and had it renovated. The family would then shuttle between Australia and France, building up many memories along the way. My French Life is a coffee table book about the family’s days in the French farmhouse, including the process of renovating it and bringing back its lost orchards to life. The author also speaks about the various aspects of their life in France, from the architecture to the women and the weather. Photographs by Carla Coulson, the author’s friend, supplement the story.

The book made for a great light read, I would say. The story is enchanting, and the photographs are simply beautiful. The author and her family seem to lead a grand life, shopping at the best places, hiring the best of craftsmen, using the best of products, and so on. In that sense, it does read like a fairytale, a fable of the charmed life of a family. All in all, the book is a visual treat. It made me long to visit France at least once in my lifetime.

If you like reading about places (and looking at pictures of them, too), go for the book!

The Language Of Baklava: A Memoir – Diana Abu-Jaber

The author grew up in Jordan and the US of A, with a childhood and adulthood that was rich in memories and food. The Language Of Baklava is a about her transition from childhood to adulthood, with a lot of food thrown in. Her jovial father, Bud, ensured that she had a lot to write about, for sure.

The book made for an great read. I loved how the author has interwoven recipes with anecdotes from her life – they take the story forward and make it all the more richer. The life incidents that the author has chosen to narrate are interesting, and some of them are downright amusing. I loved the way the author has brought out the various shades of the characters that have been a part of her life.

My only grouse with the book was that the end seemed quite abrupt. It seemed as if the author was in a hurry to wrap the book up, and ended it in a few short paragraphs. The passion, the wry humour, the warmth that is there throughout the book seemed to be missing towards the end.

This is a lovely light read, which will keep one entertained throughout. Go for it if you like memoirs, especially of the foodie kind.

Have you read any/both of these books? What are your thoughts about it/them?

What are you reading at the moment?

Potty Matters

19 Apr

Lately, I have been trying to get Bubboo started on the basics of potty training. Trying to be a pro-active mother and all that jazz.

I have been making an ‘Shhhh’ sound whenever I see her peeing or pooping, so that she begins to associate the sound with the activities. I have also been making her sit on a cutesy little bear potty seat that her Appa got, making the ‘Shhhh’ sound, and waiting for the day when she begins to pee and poop in it or, at least, tell me when she wants to.

Bubboo has been taking all of it as a big joke, though. I don’t know how, but she has associated my ‘Shhhh’es with grins. I just have to make the sound and she is all wide-open-mouthed grins. She tilts her head to look at my face from the potty seat, or wherever it is that she is, and gives me a huge smile. No real toilet training is happening. It is plain amusing when it isn’t annoying.

Also, apparently, Bubboo believes that potty seats are meant to be talked to and played with, not for peeing and pooping.

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This is my fourth post for the Five Photos, Five Stories (FPFS) Challenge.

FPFS challenge requires me to post a photo each day for 5 consecutive days and attach a post to it. It may be a fiction or non-fiction piece, a poem or simply a short paragraph. Next, each day I have to nominate one fellow blogger to carry on this challenge. The person nominated further can either accept it and continue the challenge or reject it – it is entirely his/her choice.

Have you read my first, second and third posts for the Challenge?

Before Bubboo

17 Apr

When we discovered that I was pregnant, last March, we decided to hold our horses till we were at least a little bit more sure that things were going to work out fine. The scans at the end of the third and fifth months confirmed that things were, indeed, going to be fine. That was when we actually started anticipating the delivery, the actual arrival of a baby, and life with the little darling. We allowed ourselves to fall in love with the little one that was growing within me.

The first thing I wanted to do was to get a baby poster for our bedroom – a cute, smiling baby that I could look at every day and be reminded of the little one that was soon to be in our arms. A flying visit to the Malleshwaram 8th Cross market happened one weekend. There, on the pavement, I found a vendor who showed me poster after poster of the cutest of babies. One particular poster-baby seemed to call out to me, and that was the one I came back home with. The very same day, it went up on our bedroom wall.

The poster has brought us many smiles and happy dreams. It is still there at the same place and, now, Bubboo loves looking at it. I have often noticed Bubboo smiling at the poster, as if the baby in it is someone she recognises. Well, maybe, she does.

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This is my third post for the Five Photos, Five Stories (FPFS) Challenge.

FPFS challenge requires me to post a photo each day for 5 consecutive days and attach a post to it. It may be a fiction or non-fiction piece, a poem or simply a short paragraph. Next, each day I have to nominate one fellow blogger to carry on this challenge. The person nominated further can either accept it and continue the challenge or reject it – it is entirely his/her choice.

Have you read my first and second posts for the Challenge?

Of Icecream That Has Been Fried

14 Apr

An impromptu lunch at The Heat happened with the OH a couple of days ago. This cafe on New BEL Road serves a variety of Mexican food, something we are not very familiar with. Most everything we sampled was delicious, and the ambience was lovely. We will definitely be going back there again!

The highlight of the day for me was the fried icecream we had for dessert there. It is something I have always been intrigued about, and have always wanted to try.

I can’t say I loved it, but I didn’t hate it either. I can’t say whether I will try it again. All I can say it satisfied the curious cat in me that wanted to know how fried icecream looks and what it tastes like. :)

This goes down in the list of the craziest stuff I have ever eaten, along with bhoochakra gadde and icecream chaat.

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This is my second post for the Five Photos, Five Stories (FPFS) Challenge.

FPFS challenge requires me to post a photo each day for 5 consecutive days and attach a post to it. It may be a fiction or non-fiction piece, a poem or simply a short paragraph. Next, each day I have to nominate one fellow blogger to carry on this challenge. The person nominated further can either accept it and continue the challenge or reject it – it is entirely his/her choice.

Click here if you want to read my first post for the Challenge.

The Little Girl Who Loves Cloth

10 Apr

In the city of Bangalore, there lives a little girl who simply adores cloth. Give her a piece of cloth, and she keeps herself entertained for quite some time – if she is in the mood for it, of course. :) Most of the times, she is up for playing with cloth, though.

Nappies, dresses – hers and her mother’s, handkerchiefs, wiping clothes, bedsheets, pillow covers, towels, napkins – she plays with anything and everything, as long as it is made of cloth.

Her Amma and Appa need to keep a close eye on her. They never know what piece of cloth their daughter would have pulled over her face at any given point of time.

They say, “Silence is golden. But when you have a baby, silence is suspicious.” The little girl’s Amma and Appa are, slowly, understanding the truth that lies in this adage. In their daughter’s case, complete silence for more than a few minutes usually involves a piece of cloth.

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Dreamzandclouds had nominated me for the Five Photos Five Stories (FPFS) Challenge some time back. I accepted.

From her blog, “FPFS challenge requires me to post a photo each day for 5 consecutive days and attach a post to it. It may be a fiction or non-fiction piece, a poem or simply a short paragraph. Next, each day I have to nominate one fellow blogger to carry on this challenge. The person nominated further can either accept it and continue the challenge or reject it – it is entirely his/her choice.

This post is the first of the five-part series for the Challenge. I am going to tweak the rules a little bit and not do the photo posts for five consecutive days. Instead, I will do them for the five days that I have the physical and mental bandwidth to do so.

I am not nominating anyone here, but if you love the sound of the Challenge, do feel free to take it up!

Of Babies And Glasses

8 Apr

So, the little terror at home has started grabbing at my spectacles now. She has done it a few times till date and, soon enough, I am sure, she will reach out to grab them every time I go near her. Spectacles have that effect on kids, I know from experience.

It might be time for me to invest in a pair of contact lenses, something I have never considered after the one (vanity-filled) year or so I wore them while in college. My lazy self realised that they were too much work, the glasses kind of suited me and hid the elephantine wrinkles and dark circles around the eyes that have been a part of my face most of my adult life. But then, that is a story for another day.

For now, maybe, my daughter will force me to shake off the laziness, get contacts, and to watch how the cosmetic change will affect my look, after years of having worn glasses. Time will tell.

Just Read

26 Mar

The Art Of Arranging Flowers – Lynne Branard

Ruby, in her forties, is a lawyer-turned-florist in the small American town of Creekside. Her sister Daisy’s death has caused her to withdraw into a shell, and the flowers are her only love and life. The townspeople believe that Ruby has magical powers – that she can make things happen with her flowers. It is Ruby they come to when they want flowers for someone recovering from an illness or to propose to someone. Ruby’s business is flourishing but, at the core, she is sad. The Art Of Arranging Flowers is Ruby’s story, of how a lonely little boy, a dog called Clementine, the local veterinarian and a scientist who has flown to the moon, as well as the tight-knit community of Creekside, help her recover.

The premise of the book sounded quite interesting, which is why I bought it. I found it an average read, though. The storyline is cute and the book does have its high moments, but overall, it was way too sad for my liking. It tries too hard to fit into the genre of magic realism, but it doesn’t. A few incidents in the book feel very unrealistic too, as if straight out of a movie. Though the book had a lot of potential, it didn’t do anything for me.

Maybe you’ll like the book more than I did?

The Cherry Cola Book Club – Ashton Lee

The Cherry Cola Book Club is about Maura Beth, the young red-headed director of the Cherico Library in the small American town of Cherico. The library has not been seeing many visitors lately, and the local government wants to close it down, allocating the respective funds saved to the building of an industrial park, instead. Maura Beth is determined not to let this happen and, as a last-ditch attempt to increase circulation, starts The Cherry Cola Book Club. The book club meetings promise great food and literary conversation, but will they really help Maura Beth achieve her goals? You have to read the book to find that out!

I loved this book! It is full of Southern charm, eccentric characters and all. There is romance in the book, but clean and sweet, with not a hint of vulgarity. And, then of course, there’s the library and the book club meetings to love. I loved the agenda of each of the book club meetings, and would have loved to personally be a part of them. The book highlights the sad situation of many public libraries across the world today, and that touched a chord with me.

Recommended? Definitely. I can’t wait to read the rest of the Cherry Cola series now!

Have you read any of these books? What are your thoughts about them?

What are you reading at the moment?

Overheard

23 Mar

My dad telling Bubboo (showing her a picture in the day’s newspaper): Bubboo, look at this maami. (Trying to divert her attention and make her smile)

The maami in question is Kareena Kapoor in an advertisement, looking ultra smoking in a chic hairstyle and scarlet lipstick!

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