I had this dream middle of the night before last. During the wee hours of the morning, in a half-asleep, half-awake state, I replayed (yes, REPLAYED) the entire dream just so I don't forget it and can write about it to Boo and Yaada Yaada (YY) But the entire following day I totally forgot that I had even dreamt anything. Then, last night, in the same semi-conscious state, I remembered not remembering the dream and AGAIN replayed the whole thing in my mind, forcing myself to remember all the details! So here goes...
Boo and YY live abroad somewhere. I live in Mumbai. And I am on my way to join them. I go to the airport. It's a complete indoor setting. Following a red carpet walk, there's a Sufi temple (This is nothing... wait for more!) entrance next door and there are women in burkhas and men in the male equivalent of burkhas (whatever they are called) going in. There's a Yasser Arafat-like-dressed-man at the entrance smoking on a hookah and spreading out fragrant smoke, welcoming everyone. The next door is a glass door and leads to the airport. There's lots of cartoon characters a-la-disneyland welcoming everyone. I walk in empty-handed, because my sister has promised to pack all my stuff and bring it to the airport. Now this is pretty wierd (really? Just this part?) because I am coming from home and my sister is away at work and somehow she's the one doing the packing and bringing the luggage over! Anyways... I see my very close friend there who is also doing international travel. She has a 9-month old son with her and her mom has come to drop them off. And in my wierdoland, this friend wants to go home and drop off her mom, who has actually come to see her off... Go figure! So she asks me if I want to accompany them. I agree (my flight leaves in an hour, by the way!) and in the next scene we're all travelling in a cab, about half-way from the airport and suddenly, my brain alarm goes off, I do some quick mental math (hear hear) and figure out that I'll actually miss my flight as Bangalore traffic (Note : Bangalore as against Mumbai, where I'm supposed to be living!) is really bad that time of the day. So I apologise to my friend and WALK BACK to the airport. Same doors, same burkhas and same cartoon characters. This time they shake hands with me, gift me lots of balloons and streamers and wish me a safe trip. I walk in to find my sister and niece frantically searching for me. (Guess this was pre-cell phone era) And get this... I'm mad at her because all she has for me are two books to read during the flight!!! I ask her about the promised packed luggage and she gives me a wierd look and says "I thought you were coming from home. Why didn't you get it yourself?"
Cut to the next scene... somehow magically I am at my destination. Wearing some really cool clothes that belong to either Boo or YY. (Now, this is nothing new, as I've spent practically my childhood years well into teenage wearing their hand-me-downs. But, interestingly, I can fit into neither of their clothes at the moment!) So, coming back to the dream... it's a really beautiful, picturesque locale and I'm sitting under a HUGE lovely tree with some guy, who is supposed to be YY's friend (Pretty good-looking one, actually! Wink Wink!) with 2 bikes parked next to us.
And........... very very VERY unfortunately, Joy chose this moment to bring me back into reality with her characteristic tossing and turning! So... that's about how it all ended! Damn... HOW I wanted to get to know the guy better! And God found this really wierd way of punishing me by cutting it off right there! It's like "You have a baby on your hands woman! Stop dreaming and get back to work!" Ah Bah!!!
Friday, February 22, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Kiss me baby one more time!
The first few times, I DID notice it, but looking at Joy opening her mouth in a wide "O" and licking the cheek of the person carrying her, I assumed she was hungry! But when she kept repeating it, on and on, even after a full feed, that's when it hit me! My sweetie pie... with all her drool and everything... was kissing me for so many days and I didn't even realize it! Speaks volumes about my intelligence, but Joy being the idol of patience that she is, kept doing it again and again until her mother's pea-sized brain could finally comprehend it!
Whoopieeeeeeeee......... My baby has learnt to kiss! And I cant get enough of it!
Whoopieeeeeeeee......... My baby has learnt to kiss! And I cant get enough of it!
Life is sick these days...
Yep! Joy is sick. I am sick. My mom is sick. Sick Sick Sick!
Joy constantly has nose blocks, but this is her worst ever! She was completely breathing through her mouth. Nursing and sleeping for her has been nightmarish. The doctor prescribed a decongestant and she's slightly better since. But the girl is an absolute doll I tell you! So patient and so adjustable and smart enough to think of alternate ways of sleeping and nursing... I've had tears in my eyes more than once, and not just because of my cold!
I've caught the worst cold, cough and sore throat ever! So I'm both sick AND dumb!. (Like I needed a reason to be dumb) It's sign language all the way! Plus I've hurt myself somehow, sometime, in a very sensitive part of my body and so nursing the squirming, stuffed-nose Joy has been fist-clenching to say the least. But the best part is, she somehow KNOWS that I'm hurting. And in spite of all her troubles, every so often she looks up at me with this kind of cutesie enquiring look that speaks a thousand words... and the moment I smile at her, she smiles back, relieved, kicks her legs in happiness (ouch!) and resumes her job! Sigh...
My mom is down with fever, cold, cough, sore throat... all the works! Looks like bugs have hit the household with a vengeance. With an extra bug added to each older generation. Luckily it's not the other way round... thank God for small mercies! Guess the change of weather is to blame. (In Bangalore, we blame everything on the "weather-change". Any other reason is dismissed with a wave, however viable it may be. It's like PMS!)
Talking about the household... we were hit with an extreme high voltage surge a couple of days back. We lost the TV, water pump, UPS and the washing machine. The TV was on, but the rest were all switched off and their only misfortune was that they were plugged in at the time of the surge! It took 2 days for the pump to get replaced. One can imagine how we survived an almost waterless 2 days! The washing machine luckily is fairly new and so is covered by warranty. It should be up and running in another couple of days. The UPS is still awaiting inspection. The TV is lost to oblivion and is last on the priority list. I discovered yesterday that my cell phone charger is gone too! I was trying not to imagine the horror of living without it for a while and luckily my niece came to the rescue and loaned me her old one. What we did before the advent of internet and cell phones I just can't recollect, try as I might!
Soooooooo... that's pretty much the current state of affairs! With saturday being Joy's next immunisation day, nothing great to look forward to either! And what with my sister, younger niece and sister-in-law all being sick in different parts of the continent, all I can hope for is, the family that falls sick together, stays together!
Joy constantly has nose blocks, but this is her worst ever! She was completely breathing through her mouth. Nursing and sleeping for her has been nightmarish. The doctor prescribed a decongestant and she's slightly better since. But the girl is an absolute doll I tell you! So patient and so adjustable and smart enough to think of alternate ways of sleeping and nursing... I've had tears in my eyes more than once, and not just because of my cold!
I've caught the worst cold, cough and sore throat ever! So I'm both sick AND dumb!. (Like I needed a reason to be dumb) It's sign language all the way! Plus I've hurt myself somehow, sometime, in a very sensitive part of my body and so nursing the squirming, stuffed-nose Joy has been fist-clenching to say the least. But the best part is, she somehow KNOWS that I'm hurting. And in spite of all her troubles, every so often she looks up at me with this kind of cutesie enquiring look that speaks a thousand words... and the moment I smile at her, she smiles back, relieved, kicks her legs in happiness (ouch!) and resumes her job! Sigh...
My mom is down with fever, cold, cough, sore throat... all the works! Looks like bugs have hit the household with a vengeance. With an extra bug added to each older generation. Luckily it's not the other way round... thank God for small mercies! Guess the change of weather is to blame. (In Bangalore, we blame everything on the "weather-change". Any other reason is dismissed with a wave, however viable it may be. It's like PMS!)
Talking about the household... we were hit with an extreme high voltage surge a couple of days back. We lost the TV, water pump, UPS and the washing machine. The TV was on, but the rest were all switched off and their only misfortune was that they were plugged in at the time of the surge! It took 2 days for the pump to get replaced. One can imagine how we survived an almost waterless 2 days! The washing machine luckily is fairly new and so is covered by warranty. It should be up and running in another couple of days. The UPS is still awaiting inspection. The TV is lost to oblivion and is last on the priority list. I discovered yesterday that my cell phone charger is gone too! I was trying not to imagine the horror of living without it for a while and luckily my niece came to the rescue and loaned me her old one. What we did before the advent of internet and cell phones I just can't recollect, try as I might!
Soooooooo... that's pretty much the current state of affairs! With saturday being Joy's next immunisation day, nothing great to look forward to either! And what with my sister, younger niece and sister-in-law all being sick in different parts of the continent, all I can hope for is, the family that falls sick together, stays together!
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