Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Relations of the Heart

My two worlds collide this morning and leave me preoccupations of the past week seem silly in the face of the horrors the night unleashed...I dont know whether my tears flow at the loss of a dream, of introducing a new soul that is to arrive to the haunts that brought its mother so much happiness, gave her a feeling of independence, confidence that she could conquer all...memories of lazy afternoons...of the freedom of walking on my own on balmy, spring evenings...of a little oasis of calm in the craziness of the city (and my arrogance of wishing that all of Mumbai could be restricted to a saner South and to never visit the craziness of the suburbs)...of the Amar Akbar Anthony sites of my life where I prayed for it...this is where your story started little one.

Or for the kindness of strangers...of acceptance from spaces where one had never imagined such compassion...of dreams woven from a balcony looking out at the Taj, promises made to myself...its early hours yet for a cold anger to set in...not when you are still praying that all who have touched your life, fed you, housed you are safe tonight. And for a day when we can dream again.

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Just Grin and Bear It

Well when it rains it pours eh...the recent update from Casa Flinders is that I have no idea know for how long I will be blogging from here...I return from the bank Friday morning( you do remember that the previous evening I had the whole handbag left on the train-reunited a while later episode)and am confronted by a bumbling landlord 'so how do I put it, Ive been trying to say this for a while...but to put it short, you guys have to vacate this place by Jan end.'

What the @#$%%?

This guy knew that the site under development will be "launched" to the world end of Feb (Ok let me just say it Gman and me are pregnant and due end of Feb), that we had asked him for and were getting some renovations done in the place for the baby,that Melbourne is heading towards Christmas and summer when the whole world and their cousin goes into hibernation or is barbecuing on the beach so when/how do you buy/rent a new place, and that we had just leased the place we had bought and had been doing up for six months so its going to be IMPOSSIBLE to ask those people to move now

and he waits for this moment to break the news to me..of course Gman had to be away in bloody Geneva...that guy has an inbuilt radar to avoid all of life's calamities, and to return when I have had time to fume, digest, and plan an exit strategy. Khair, so I was very calm and cool and returned home to bawl my eyes out in the privacy of my space (and to call up Gman, mom and sis and to see if some way it could be THEIR fault!!)

I guess its the timing of the announcement that got my goat, the semester finally over, we were done with renting out our house, I was planning on spending the next three months FINALLY concentrating on the baby to come, on Gman and me preparing had been a crazy year for us, and we were finally getting on the program.

My sister and some friends thought it was very unchristian of the landlord (our landlord is the local Diocese) but I think it was very Biblical in a way to turn a pregnant woman plus cat out on the eve of Christmas...I guess this is what happens if you keep on reciting Surah Maryam (please dont slap a blasphemy case on me now)at some stage you go through some of her ordeal.

Anyways Ive recovered my sense of humour, Gman should be back soon and we are now looking for property that can turn into an 'investment nest egg' or worst case scenario rent. My mother thinks the baby wanted something 'new' (she was never a fan of the place we were renting) hence it conspiring for a new place...i think the baby should have had better sense and wished for smarter baby gear rather than a mommy who is debating clothing and diapering it in hemp.

I dont know whether it is a dose of sentimental poetry courtesy Grade 10 Urdu "muskhiley itnee parhee mujh par kay asaan hogayee' (so many kicks in the butt that it all seems OK now)...or the Bollywood philosophy of 'kahani may twist tau hoga'..or as Gman keeps on reminding me of my personal mantra "phir hum khush hojaynegey (then we will be happy) and how can we be happy..we will only be happy in heaven" but Im in a calmer place this afternoon and well what will be will be. See you on the other side of this crisis!! And umm if you know of a manger when I have to deliver come Feb just let me know where was that star again..Three Magi? Anyone?

Friday, November 21, 2008

Why One Should Give Charity

and not just for a tax break.
Trust me...yesterday for three hours my life literally flashed in front of me..due to something very silly I did. Getting off the train, juggling my bags and my ungainly body...the doors close on me and I realise that my handbag is still on the seat. Which has ALL my life, and more. The ubiquitous credit and bank cards, house keys, health insurance card, anything that could serve as photo id, office keys, flash drive, granny's ear rings, mobile and well I slowly remember a document that has my Tax File Number...and a bank transfer with my signature and details. Yup, when we @$$ up we ROYALLY @%^ up. Rush to report to lost property as I know which train its on....then to the bank across the road to put a stop on the cards and the police station...and then the long walk home as I curse myself and feel very very low. I head to the land lord office next door (the office has my spare set of keys) and the office staff tells me that I just missed a call for me...someone had found the bag and wanted me to pick it up...and guess how they found me. Yup, I had transferred some money for the earthquake relief the other day, which had the home address, and the good gentleman had made an inquiry for the telephone number and got the Mission next door (mine is unlisted). So a happy happy aneela at the end of the day, and a prayer to the Gods that it didnt get to anyone less scrupulous.
Tip of the day: The constable at the Police Station this time around was one sweet I knew they couldn't do much rather than file a missing property report for all my identification, insurance and photo ID...but the first question she had was "do you have a facebook account?" "Um I do but never frequent it" "I would advice all of you that you do as many a time people return it to you through a message on facebook"... "Um OK".
so stay safe, keep your bag close and your facebook account closer...AND GIVE CHARITY and save the receipts!!

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Coming Soon: Pirates of the Aden

Well they cant all be Johnny Depp, eh

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Goldilocks revisited

So this weekend I could finally host a mini-blogger meet of my own (I have been reading enviously of all the meets fellow bloggers have been hosting in Karachi, Delhi, Mumbai and Dubai) know the kind... happy pics, little in-jokes while envious Aneela would read and fret...well not any more, the precocious Pipette and her lovely mom were here to spend the day, and much fun was had. Of course having no bub of my own my 'mini-me contribution' was Pesho and the site under construction, but no one was keeping count.
Pesho did her best 'Baby Bear' from Goldilocks impression...roused from her cat nap to see a little girl sleeping in her day time couch, she was visibly shocked...her horrors increased when Pipette insisted on sitting in her chair and playing with her it was one long litany of "Who has been playing with my toys...sitting in my chair...sleeping in my couch...watching my TV and NO ONE IS PAYING ME ANY ATTENTION...HELLOOOOO."

Pipette's mom was a delight and her dad who joined us later very patient as two women indulged in pregnancy notes, tips about babies, fellow bloggers, Melbourne life, baby poop,the state of the world...he had his own observations which was very helpful.

Which reminds me of this other exchange and Dads of Another Kind from a fortnight before. Someone we knew had had a baby and we had been over to meet, greet the new baby et al. The mom and me went through an hour's marathon session while she briefed me about her pregnancy, the labour, early days with the baby, her fears, the roller coaster ride of emotions, the good, the bad, the ugly. Gman was cloistered with the father all this while (and I was hoping was getting a similar prep course). So in the car ride home we were exchanging notes and I was bringing him up to speed about all that I had learnt and all that the new mom was going through and how it all seems so overwhelming to her but still so magical...and I ask him about his evening and what the New Dad had to say, so he tells me about what the father is working on, and I correct him and ask him 'No what did he have to say about the baby'...and he replies 'Oh key woh khush hai (that he is happy)'...Really...thats it? In one hour I know all that there is to know about the inner and outer plumbing of the new mom, her dreams, aspirations, guilt, and a million things for me to think about...and all the dads have to share is that yah the baby is good....but this is what is REALLY happening with me and my work life. I dont know what Gman learnt after my tirade but at least he is working on a nice one hour spiel to regale visitors when they come avisiting...people should be clapping their hands and to quote Mad Momma declare "is (ki) kahaani mein romance hai, action hai, drama hai, feel to it" .

What do you think? while you mull over this Im going to try my new 'scare tactic' on Pesho...every time she misbehaves I holler for Pipette to come and take Pesho's chew toy away.

What, that little tyke will be back?

Sunday, November 09, 2008

The Green and Black Of It

So what is black? I hear it is my tongue for as we say in South Asia (kalee zaban hoon) I am not the best person to have around if anyone is engrossed in a cricket match. Case in point, yesterday the commentator announces Ganguly entering the field and gives us the following trivia
"Has never scored less than 40 in a Test"..

a waspish Aneela declares "Hoga @## out duck par"..when he is (SORRRYYYY) out for a duck and quickly followed by Tendulkar, a visibly hurt Gman turns around and accuses me that I should be sooo happy"Khush tau bahut hogee". As if!! It is if Krejza turns to me each time before he is ready to bowl "Madam if you are finished cursing the gentleman padding up ?"

OK...quick belief in non-violence notwithstanding, how many of you want a slight change in cricketing rules and rather than Ponting being banned for a test for not keeping to the 'overs quota of the day', they get Harbhajan ' slapper' Singh deliver a thraaakh on his gum chewing face? Aren't there days when Ponting just gets to you with his irritating demeanour?

Now to get to the 'green' in our life...we are proud to say that ever since the arrival of Pesho, the advent of the fly season in Melbourne has not seen us reaching out for the bug spray. Pesho chases after every housefly and bug that crosses our threshold and manages to swat, snap or squash each one of them. Of course the death (or devouring) of each one of them is followed by a pitiful meow, wake up wake up I can still chase you..until the next hapless soul flies in.'re it.

Yes, Ms Maneka Gandhi. I'm not vegetarian, I kill members of the living world for sport and am god damned proud of it.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Conversations that just MIGHT have taken place

IHM was amused as I looked forward to a ' cricket free' day at Casa Flinders Street...considering it meant that I could get Gman's undivided attention when it came to chores around the house (rather than the glazed folding laundry in the air) or the standard "nahee may sun raha hoon" response to all life changing discussions (which can only be conducted during tea break while he is still fiddling with discovering all the 'special features' the sports channel offers him)...but seriously why do you think Mrs Kumble was grinning so much while Anil K announced his retirement (30 years of laundry to be brought in and folded to start with...attending the Parent Teacher meetings) and Anil Kumble holding out his injured fingers to the camera (Umm the doctor has said that I cant help around the house for AT LEAST an year)....and to Kumble declaring that he would be spending his first days (of life after captaincy) following the team to Nagpur a tight-lipped Mrs Kumble could have been muttering " We will see" .

Meanwhile in Wasilla, Alaska I am pretty sure Political Prisoner No:1 (Levi Johnston) might have broken into a jig as he comprehended what the success of the Obama campaign meant for him (and his personal liberties)....HOME FREE, little redneck boy HOME FREE!!