Sunday, March 14, 2010

barf khushi hai

my first memories of snow could have been directed by Guru Dutt himself...my dad standing in a door frame looking out at the snow drifting down , the earthy colours of the khaddar shawl over his shoulders picked up by the brown of the charpoy left out in the in the courtyard. I was less than three at the time but could understand that I was intruding on a very private moment as he stood there, my `obsessive compulsive disorder` might also have started kicking in as I was getting very flustered with the charpoy being left out.

We are in Berlin this week and yesterday the snow started coming down...I didnt want Arhaan to wake up as Im selfish in some ways..I want desi snow memories for him not this.

But then he will never have Punjabi neighbours who made small dolls from snow as you would of flour for me and then drew big big Cleopatra eyes with a pen.
He will never understand snow means Mall Road in Murree and honey mooning couples , ice cream cones and women in silk tottering on high heels, agar may mar gayee tau (seriously why so morbid on a honey moon?) and achey say hotel may ek cup coffee.
There will be no more Mumtaz and Rajesh Khanna `karvatey badaltey last night`in snow


and Messrs Yash Chopra might have long retired the chiffon sari.

So I woke him up from his afternoon nap and he went cross eyed looking out at it from the window, and as I type its early morning and his father has hoisted him on his shoulder and arhaan knows he is supposed to look out at something but what? and Gman is asking me so what do I do, I have to get back to my presentation
and I realize that Arhaan has to make his own memories and unless Guru Dutt is around really cant have a retrospective of mine...

de aaur dil unko jo na de mujhko zubaan aaur ...

Dear Santa Claus, on second thoughts I dont want a dog for Christmas.

Further proof that our security policy is all at sea, as we witness missile tests while Lahore burns...

and a twit twitters.
Im the Dim is on twitter and will be tweeting daily.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

tohfa..tohfa..tohfa

D, Kiran, Parul and Trishna have gifted me the following awards ...as Im busy cramming my last cardie in the bag, I will humbly ask Rishi Kapoor to pick them up for me, the man has been collecting serious picking up-awards-in absentia miles lately.




Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Hey Rome Rome Mein

So this week marks five months to the day we moved to Dhaka. Gman marked the evening by asking me the Momentous Question " what do you think arhaan would be like if we had beenliving in Melbourne all this while?" Hmmm difficult to answer no? Arhaan might have been hanging around with kids his age for one and yes Gman would have been able to spend more time with him. But the upside to the move is that I have spent serious Quality and Quantity time with Arhaan..yes there are days when I fear I have Stockholm Syndrome, the latest manifestation was turning down a swell job about 500m from where we live...the heart has its reasons and all that. Of course I complain about feeling like living in a cage most days, to remedy which we have come up with a fortnightly Evening Out gate pass. Basically it translates as one evening / half a day out of the house and I can do just whatever I fancy (and there will be none of the Kal Hi Tau Bazaar Gayee Thee business ...didnt you go out to buy bread and jam just yesterday cross questioning on the part of Gman). Im glad he doesnt say something along the lines of my mother . "Painting karo, arts and crafts"

To date I have used this Ticket to Vela-hood (time pass) to
1) spend an afternoon at a day spa. Which frankly as I told Gman was the Dal Chawal of massage and scrub. Its OK, it gets the job done but a bit too "homely" na, doesnt hit the spot when you are looking for something exotic and An Experience to Remember. I have to confess that I could not suggest anything intelligent to the lady behind the desk when she asked me what I was looking for. "I have a thirteen month old and I have four hours to myself" is not helpful. She got the sturdiest pair of hands on board and said Shabash get to scrub and maalish patrol. And I was getting the massage at someone's flat turned into a spa..and too much ghar ghar types. I wanted waterfalls and lilies growing in big urns and mood lighting and incense and everyone walking chup chaap sey. Ambiance, adds Gman. And here I was taking a bath in a shower stall just like mine. Next time I will go for a regular hotel wallah aromatherapy package. To date I think only Nirvana in Islamabad has done the" Kothi turned Spa'' thing right.

2) attending a Short Film Festival which was quite fun and I ate a lot of popcorn and drank a lottt offff Coke and there was no hiding the can from Arhaan or him pawing into the popcorn and Gman and me asking each other

Should We give It to Him?
No, na?
Acha you try.
Im sure it will give him a sore throat.
Oh but look at him eating it like a monkey.
Stop it, Iss May Salt Hai.
Oh now he is crying.

I did miss Arhaan a little bit. He has yet to get over the TV, imagine his excitement when he finally gets to sit in a theater? I thought about Gman and how educative the whole experience might have been for him...but then thought of him asking me every ten minutes So Its Over? Such a short film? why did they charge us full price for the ticket? did you know about it?

Ok coming to Arhaan and his personality development in Dhaka. Im really glad for him being here with us. I can share the sights and sounds (or whatever he can retain at this age) of South Asia and I dont have explain to him what a gentle Karachi wind and the song of the cuckoo is like. I dont have to put in words the incredible humidity and our reassuring each other Aaj Tau thunderstorm aayega? and stepping into a store and the ajeeb si fragrance of detergent and air conditioning. thankfully he is too young to absorb the Not so Nice things such as the Fakir Distance (when you rev up the car at traffic lights and inch your way bit-by-bit to escape making eye contact with the beggar at the window). Of course Arhaan experiences sights and sounds that I didnt have the privilege of. Where else can your morning walk include a man carrying a whole menagerie of parrots and parakeets on his shoulders? and one afternoon we walked next to a man carrying a dozen geese by their feet. It was interesting to see them upside down reaching out with their long necks , they were staring Arhaan in the eye and he looked back in fascination from his stroller.

Early evenings when we are very bored and waiting for the father I put him in his stroller and we walk up and down the roof (of our flat). I tell Arhaan tales of working in Islamabad and escaping to the roof top to enjoy the winter sun and the cups of chai and stolen smokes for some. We would look down (both literally and figuratively) at the suited booted lipstick jungle of the corporate world next door. Im sure they made fun of us becharis who wore sneakers and behen ji clothes to work. There are no corporate types here, just a lot of construction workers who were initially very miffed at my cutting into their Adda Marna and masturbating time.

Yes, Arhaan is developing a very interesting personality. We had been teaching him parts of the body very diligently and he would just stick his stubby finger in his nose and look dumb when we quizzed him, and the other day Gman was so flustered he asked him Chalo tell me where the TV is then (quite sarcastically) and he pointed correctly.
Clearly we were on a roll and asked him where the computer is (10/10 again).
He also knew about the remote, our books and my spare set of glasses.
Wah bhai wah.

Yesterday evening, Gman started again in earnest
Tell me something Arhaan
and Arhaan promptly pointed at the TV before he could complete his question and crawled away as fast as his legs could take him (Phir sey lecture start hogaya, Im out!!!) We of course burst out laughing. Arhaan also started chuckling but he continued to stay at a safe distance all evening!!

OK question time folks, and Im hoping all those who lurk chup chup ke from Videsh can help me with this. Starting March 10th the Baba, Baby , Mama posse will be in Berlin, Geneva, Barcelona, Florence and Rome. I will welcome any Must See Travel Tips (which can be along the lines of you-must-check-out-that-obscure-cafe-in-that-bylane sort of info I have been begging Parul for ...the only person I know who loves to travel as much as me) or even along the lines of
Italian may kichdi ko kiya kehtey hain?

considering I use TripAdvisor for even going to my bathroom
86% of people recommend using this toilet stall honey
it will be nice to have your stories as well.
Please write back quickly!!!!!