Crisis in the Phoenix House done in numbers

One  Uno Ek

Me … The lady of the house, currently the cook, maid, dog-sitter, freelance writer, blogger, office worker

 

Two, Dos, Do

Sons, one vacationing in land far away, another giving is first year mech engg exam, and spending most of his spare time trying to hide work from me, and trying to build the wierdest combo sandwiches to help me

 

Three, Tres, Teen

Our dogs, who keep bringing muddy paws into the house and generally adding to the work.  They actively discourage any maid from considering our home a “safe” career option

 

Four, Cuarto, Chaar

The days I have spent without maid and live in help

 

Five, Cinko, Paanch

The number of bosses I currently have.  One is Mogambo, and there are four agents I regularly write for.  All of them are currently baying for my blood!!!

 

Six, Seis, Chay

Deadlines that I have right now, out of which some I have requested extension on

 

Seven, Sieta, Saat

Days till Kid#1 comes home and takes the dogs off my hands

 

Eight, Ocho, Aath

The shape of my body when this crisis happened.  Now it is …….

what do you think?

Still Eight.  Get real, there are no miracles on earth!  Bones ache, fatigue is a fact, but fat cells are stubborn beings.

 

Nine, Nueve, Nine

The figure of some of the cine stars which makes me go sour enough to curdle milk.  Yeah I know, them babies are implants, and that butt is liposucted, but even so!

 

Ten, Diez, Dus

They could be Bahane or Kahaniyan as per the movies.  But actually they are thousand.  Yup, a live in help I interviewed today demanded 10K as salary!  Said he could do Chinese and continental food.  I had to refuse, so I asked him to make sushi, he could not do that, thank God, so rejected him on those grounds!

10K?!  

Darn!

 

This is in response to Itchy’s tag, the number game!

My saga as chief cook, dishwasher, cleaning lady, working woman etc

Monday dawned bright … and in my view, insanely early

I stumbled into the kitchen, quickly chopped and threw some veggies, rice, masalas etc into a pan for a casserole and set some ready to eat chicken tikkas to thaw for Kid #2

Was gearing up for dusting and leaving for office when maid’s husband came with the news that she broke her leg

For one insane moment I nearly waylaid him to do my jharu poncha!  Nah!  Even I am not that insane, but I admit, I was soooo tempted.

I looked at the dogs and nearly wrung Kid#1′s neck (in absentia) for adopting T H R E E of them.  Big effin deal one or three, its all the same.  We are stuck!  Fed the fishes, washed the terrace, and the outer verandah’s while it was still cool. 

Then I fixed some sandwiches for Kid#2 to take to college

11 a.m.

Boss aka Mogambo rings up

Mogambo : You are on leave?!

Me : (looking at the poncha and my wet dirty pajamas, and wondering why folks have to state the obvious) Haanji

Mogambo: Why?

Me: Ji, I have no help at home.  So I am cashing my earned leave

Mogambo:  This is not done

Me: (considering that I have SIX whole months of E.L. un-encashed) I know boss, but I cant help it.

Mogambo: (Jadhoing bossgiri) Madam, when you join duty we must have a meeting about this!

Me (mentally taking deep breaths and reminding self that there is an economic slump, so I should not shove the cellphone even in imagination into certain regions) Jee Sir

He slammed the phone down and I attacked the floor with renewed ferocity

Here I admit I got carried away.  I was totally angrily enthusiastic and cleaned the whole darn place.  Kid#2 came back from college and faced a sweaty scruffy Mom scrubbing away to glory, and a squeaky clean home.

Mom you are insane

Me : Yeah?  Tell me something new

Kid#2 : What did you tell office

Me: That I cant come because the dogs have no one at home

Kid#2 OMG!! You did not!!!

Me: Yup

He shook his head and walked into his room looking at the watch and muttering, “She had a surgery and is still weak. I wish Bhai was here”

I walked into the bath muttering “Bhai is in Bahrain and we have a house and fishes and dogs.  The house can go stew, but dammit, the dogs need care”

I came out and he thrust a vodka (large, extremely large, neat on the rocks) into my hands and I gulped it down

He thrust a plateful of casserole into my hands, I ate and crashed.  Swear I did and I surfaced at 8 p.m. with Kid#2 checking if I was still breathing.  Yup he was poking a finger up my nose!

I got up, did dishes, cooked dinner, did (groan) dishes, cleaned kitchen and slept.

THIS WOULD NOT DO!!!!

I had to do JUGAAD

So Tuesday found me up at 6 am on the stairs desperately looking at any ‘kaamwali” looking female.  Yesss I was on the prowl.  This tigress had had enough in one damn day.  I accosted every likely candidate and finally got one woman to clean up for me.  She even (here I thank heavens!) DUSTED!!!!  It was an effin relief.  But I missed my office and its a/c and the fact that I would not have to move my tired butt.

I remembered one likely candidate …………

Someone who worked as a peon in some forgotten corner of the office

I pulled strings and got him to agree to baby sit the dogs for me.

Here I unashamedly admit I called in the favors I had done for him when he nearly lost his baby to kaala khansi.  In brief, I paid, and his baby lived.  Poor chap, even though he is scared of dogs, he agreed.

And Wednesday I went to work!!!!

Ahhhh blisss!

But Wednesday is another story …..

Tune in for the update

Same place …. Same saga …… Another day

I still havent got a live in

Ufff

Godji and his sense of humor

If any one said a week ago that something could keep me away from “My Pressscious” , the love of my life, MY BLOG, I would have sneered and laughed evilly,  looked disbelievingly and said “Is that so?!”  Well Godji decided otherwise ….

1. 14th of the month Kid#1 and DIL left for a vacation

2. 19th of the month, our live in help disappeared.  I wish him every bad break in life, Ah well, I just pray

3. Kid#2 has exams so he needs to go to college

4. 20th of the month, my maid falls and breaks her foot .. wish it were her neck!

5. There are three dogs, 40 fishes and a huge house to clean, meals to be cooked, dishes and clothes to be done, and 

 

Yes, you guessed right 

THE BUCK STOPS HERE

 

Well Godji, yours truly is truly truly penintent, would be on her knees if they weren’t hurting as much as they are, would bend and touch your feet but the back refuses to oblige ……

SEND ME A MAID!  PUHLEEZ GODJI

SEND ME A LIVE IN HELP

Otherwise I have just one short sentence to speak, before I waste away in soap suds and brooms

 

BEAM ME UP, SCOTTY


It is a Mom’s World

Yes it is! I am absolutely proud to belong to a country where a natural messy function like reproducing the species is deified and immortalized by movie dialogues like “Mere Paas Maa Hai” and a movie becomes a runaway hit because “Its all about loving your parents”. Yes sirs and madams, I am proud to be a Mom, not only to my boys and daugher in law, but also to the various friends they have brought home and also our three dogs ( I call ‘em fur babies). I was barely out of my adolescence (my kids beg to differ here, they still think I am one Humph!) when I had my first baby. I have never regretted it. Mad Momma tagged me with the Around the World in 80 clicks tag and it got me wondering.  What do I love about motherhood?

I am going to cheat here.  I totally agree with Mad Momma.  Five reasons is way too insufficient.  Being a mother means that you are practical, have no nakhras and are definitely not namby pamby and too full of bullshit.  Kids, bless their irreverent messy souls, ensure that.  If I get too big-headed, mine would laugh their guts out and bring me down with a thud!  For that matter, so would Michelle Obama’s delightful daughters.  It is in their job profile, “Bring your parents down a peg or two, so what if he/she is President of USA or the Shah of Bahrain”

And of course you have a working relationship with snot, puke, dribble, spilled meals, poop and other things that would gross a non-parent out.

1. I love the fact that  I will always have these two wonderful boys to call my own, no one can take it away from me.  They are mine.  Thanks to them, I have this whole youthful family of friends, their’s, my daughter-in-law’s family to call my own. 

2.  I love the fact that I can never be alone.  I come home to this warm home.  Ring a doorbell and the dogs come running down.  When they were younger, the boys would pounce on me the moment I parked the car with

“Mommmmmm! Today abhi this happened and that happened! ”

“Mommmm dont listen to him, listen to me first!”

Now, they make the effort to surprise me with a wonderfully cooked dinner.

3. I love the way the role reversal has happened.  I once held on to the bicycle firmly while they pushed the paddle with their tiny slippered feet, and now they grumble about my lousy parking skills and park the car for me.  They are so confident and adept at it.

4. I love the way they can ring up my cellphone at 1 a.m. in the night and scold me for being up.  “Aap ko pata nahin hai, you got to go to work tommorow?  Go to sleep now or I’ll confiscate your lap top”.  Funny! Once upon a time, I had hidden their Play Station leads for the very same reason.

5. The best thing about motherhood is total satisfaction that you have done this most important job well.   I know there are folks that would disagree with me and tell me I spoiled them totally.  But the kids are healthy, clean, intelligent and responsible and have no major vices.  I look at them with love and pride.  Their wit stuns me, their laughter and intelligence floors me, I respect them for their sense of duty and responsiblity and their concern for me warms my heart up. 

And above all, I did not make them or give them birth  ……

They made me what I am …….

THEIR MOM 

I am truly blessed to be their mother and enriched by becoming a Mom

The mad world of childhood

This is inspired by the post Goofy stuff by Pal.  We were a bunch of hyper active, insanely imaginative kids.  School for us was tame ….. home was just base – you know to eat, visit the loo, change clothes.  Our life was spent in the garage+lawn/the roof/where ever there was scope for “interesting” activities.

  • We had many childish demands to make of parents.  We had a mango tree in our lawn.  My father would point at the tree and say “When that tree starts bearing rupee notes, you’ll get it.  One day we dug the entire darn tree … very very deep, in our quest for money.  The roots got seriously injured.  The poor tree – a horticulturist had to be called to cure it.  Oh we did find a stash of marbles underground … wonder who buried that!
  • We hated brinjals, and we had a huge crop growing.  So one fine night, we raided the kitchen garden, harvested the whole lot and threw it into the pond.  We woke up in the morning to find that the whole crop was floating in the pond.  Man!  The repurcussions were severe!  Really :P
  • Mom and aunts went to the market one day and got lots of bottle gourd.  Every self respecting brat hates ridge gourd (Torai).  So we stole it and dug a deep hole in the ground and buried it.  The darn thing grew into hundreds of creepers!  We had so many torai to eat …. every darn summer! blech!
  • We had an uncle who was a Ben Hur fan, who regularly organized fights between us to “help us get over our sibling fights” and he was a hot favorite.  I mean, we were such chamchas – since he was refree and he got to decide who won a particular fight.  Once the younger lot (four of us including me) felt that he had treated us unfairly.  He used an alum stone as after shave.  The stone mysteriously got some salt on it.  Ouch!  That really must have hurt him when he applied it in the morning.

Shucks I could write a book about stuff we did in childhood …..

 

May be I will!

Shoes – Citizen Weaponry

 

WHAT AN IDEA SIRJI

Sales Meeting at a Footwear Manufacturing Plant in North India

Wholesaler 1 : Joota aisa ho ki upper alag na ho

G.M. Sales : But our shoes are durable, the upper is cemented to the sole with the most durable adhesive

Wholesaler 2 : Sir, Jootas now-a-days need to be very strong

Sales Executive : But of course our brand is strong, you have been selling our brand for many years.  We take care of quality

GM Sales : The adhesive is rightly sourced, A one quality, the sole is tested for water proof, sole can last on rough terrain

Both wholesalers look at each other resignedly

Wholesaler 1 : Sir you dont understand, we do not need strong soles.  We need you to make a new shoe line

GM Sales : Samjaho

Wholesaler 2 : Sir we can have a new shoe line, the shoe should be built to be aerodynamic, light, with a nice lift to it

Wholesaler 1 : Can you put in a computer chip with latest technology? Kitna cost karega?

GM Sales (Gulping down his cold drink, perplexed) : What is on your mind?

Wholesaler 1 : Sahib, novel idea hai, ekdum latest.  Bahut sale hoga

Gm Sales ( encouragingly) : We always want to listen to you.  You are our front liners, in tune with customer demands.  Company policy hai

Wholesaler 2 : Sir, shoes are no longer footwear to be walked upon.  Shoes have been upgraded to become a political statement.  We want a shoe that is light to throw

Wholesaler 1 : Aerodynamic

Wholesaler 2 : With computer chip like a homing missile – target nahin miss hona chahiye

Wholesaler 1 : The sole and upper should be tightly glued, if they break open target will be missed

Both together : Bahut bikri hoga Boss!  Costing kitna hoga? Humara commission kitna hoga? 

Wholesaler 1 : We want it fast – abhi election season hai na …  Sirr Obama said “We Can Do It!”: Humara Slogan hoga “We Can Throw It”

Ek Dum Hit Idea Hai Boss!

Motherhood

Are you a parent who keeps pictures of their children in her wallet?

Do you have a wall in the bedroom full of photos of your kids in different stages of their lives?

Does the office table/wall paper of your computer have your kids’ photo?

I know mine has ….

I also have a recording of their infant voices that I play often while driving to work – much to their embarrassment! They are in their twenties now, so their embarrassment is totally justified.

Moreover, my unwary co-passengers can go bug eyed when they hear babble-speak without adequate warning!

Our children are joys, they are terrors, they are challenges … and they totally enrich our lives.

Read the rest here

Mothers Day Contest

impressions

IndusLadies has a wonderful competition announced for the upcoming mother’s day.  It gives us all mommies the opportunity to do what we love to do best, talk about our parenting experiences and also our babies.  What’s more, the winner gets a cash prize 

 
Are you aware of IndusLadies ? The site was founded with the objective of providing an authentic platform for Indian women (and well-meaning men) from around the world to discuss various things of interest to them. It is a moderated platform that provides a high level of interaction between Indians (I like to think of it as South East Asians), and all are welcome to participate in this blogging contest.
You might wonder what you get from participating.  Well, one person gets the prize of course.  All the others get an exposure to IL’s audience (last estimated at 400,000 unique visitors a month!) I think apart from Big B’s blog, no individual blog has that kind of traffic.
So …..
ONWARD HO!!!!
Fire away the computers, limber up, stretch them typing muscles, eat some brain food and come up with a wonderful blog post on parenting.  Post it on your blog and link it to www.indusladies.com.  Then go to indusladies and post your link  here
The Prizes
The winner gets $200
The 2nd place gets $100
The 3rd place gets $50
And the top ten get cool t-shirts and caps from Indusladies.

The first 25 entries get cool letter holders from Indusladies, being one of the “jaldi 25″ has its uses!

Entries
During the period from 6th April 2009 to 20th April 2009, contestants must post an entry on their blog, and on IndusLadies Entries should be not more than 1200 words, and can have captioned photos.  The entries can be mushy, emotional, tragic, corny, funny, slapstick.  The contest entry should have a link to IndusLadies
How do you win?
Simple!  IndusLadies is looking for traffic.  You submit your entry and then drive traffic to IndusLadies to vote for you.  People from all around the world can visit and vote.  The entry with the maximum votes will win. 

DEADLINES:
Entries must be posted by midnight 26th April 2009
Votes will be open from 27st April 2009 to 07th May 2009
Top ten blog posts will be announced on 8th May 2009 and then they are open for voting
Winners will be announced on 15th May 2009

Eligibility: To enter this contest you must be a blogger from South East Asia and a parent.

Links :

Indusladies on Twitter

Induslady on Facebook

The Dining Table Mafia

My sons and daughter in law have decided that I am incapable of looking after myself.  It doesnt help matters that I love to cook – exotic stuff, if I repeatedly do dal+ghia+roti, I sleep walk through the cooking process, and the food is forgettable.  Blech!  Even I wouldnt eat what I dish out!

Any how – Kid#1 has decided I am a LIABILITY.  He has started checking out elderly ladies, you know the ones bent over with osteoporosis, or walking with the help of walkers and pointing them out to me.  Such a darn waste!  At his age he should be checking out PYTs.  Youth these days ….

Khair

He tells me that I am going to turn out to be like them, if he does not take matters into his hands.  Hence I am surrounded by the DINING TABLE MAFIA.  Every one at home (the two legged variety) are a part of it.  Our live-in help is quizzed about what I had for breakfast, what I took in my lunch box …. at dinner they scrutinize my plate and stop me from taking seconds.

HALP!!!!

I love dal chawal, rajmah, kadhi, aloo tarkari, koftas, palak paneer.  And of course my much maligned aloo gobhi which they threaten they will stop letting me cook.  Food is manna …. and the mafia is rationing it out to me in miniscule portions.

DIL has ruled that every time I drink tea after 8 pm, and every time I eat the dal chawal with my fingers I am fined Rs.100

There ought to be a law against grown sons and daughters trying to take controls out of your hands.

On one hand I feel immense joy and pride at such loving concern

On the other, I wanna kill them

They hid all the chocolate and put protein bars in the chocolate box in the fridge!

Dammit