Showing posts with label A. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A. Show all posts

Saturday, March 9, 2013

She has arrived...the love of my life



"Prajitha, it's a girl", the Doc said.
"Mole (beti), it's a girl", the nurse near me repeated.
Tears rolled out my eyes. Half because I was happy and half because I could only vaguely see her. My -5.0 sight only allowed so much. I muttered, "thanks".

It was only after an hour or so that I saw her properly. Tears rolled through my eyes again. She was the one whom we longed for. She has come into our lives after almost two and half years. After a lot of prayers. A wee bit from heaven. The love of our lives. Ananya.

At first sight, Ananya was all A. Her nose, her lips were all his. A and me, we both have small eyes and so did Ananya. And her small ears were surely mine. But on the whole, she was a lot closer to A. She was keeping her fingers open and not folded which was how I thought newborns would do . She had so less hair that I thought God actually planned for a boy and later on changed it. I gently kissed her forehead. Must say Johnson's have become so influential in every mother's life. There wasn't any other place I wanted to kiss her for the first time.

Now after 3 months, some say she looks like me, some say she she looks like A. One thing is confirmed - that she definitely doesn't look like how she used to look on the first day. She has completely changed. Going through sleepless nights, I now understand that how much so ever you prepare over your pregnancy, each day with your child is a surprising one, you learn a new lesson everyday.

But the most important lessons are the ones I learned during the time I was carrying her. I conceived after almost 1 and 3/4 years of marriage, almost 2 years. I know how it feels like when you know that people sympathise behind your back and sometimes laugh too. To how many persons should I go and explain that we hadn't lived together enough because of his shippie job. He had sailed for almost a year(two times combined) after our marriage before I conceived Ananya. I know how it feels like loosing one eventhough the happiness was just a week old. Not even confirmed. We both carried the pain for eight months not having each other's shoulder to cry on. He had gone sailing right after. I will never ever hurt the feelings of others just because I got a child. For some it might be their choice, who am I to question them? For some it might be their sadness, I will never be a sadist to dug their wounds.

Moving on .. the nine months of pregnancy is the one you really can cherish. People always on the lookout to help you. Every of your relatives and non-relatives come ask for your health and bring you sweets and fruits. Suddenly you have become more important. And people give you so many advices during your pregnancy and after delivery. Do this. Do that. Some are good. But most of the time you feel like going up straight to the lady and twist her arms and say if you ever advise me again, I am so..o gonna kill you. But then in reality, you just nod. Losing temper is not good for your child. And one more thing, a beautiful pregnant woman is a complete myth. Even your face gets inflated like a balloon. So how could you look charming.

Anyways I still haven't got out of the excitment . I still feel overwhelmed. I still wonder how this tiny little thing was there in my belly all the time. Her smiling. Her crying. It amazes me every time. I try to make her laugh and when she smiles, I'm all happy. I feel elated when she identifies me as her mom. She's all funny,you know. The way she does so many things, I have a lot to write about. It would take a whole new post. Next time.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Back and how???

Seriously I have no idea why it never struck me that I even had a blog for the past one year. And having a job is the lamest of all excuses I can claim. And now jotting down something now just for the sake of having 2011 on my archives, Shame on me. But I sincerely apologise my bloggie dear for having let her not be a part of my life this year.

Anyhoo..life this year has been a rollercoaster ride. Faced its ups and lows. Went through all kinds of emotion. Pretty much like every year. And this May marked a year of loving and caring, fighting and apologising, getting onto each others nerves, of being me and A together. And this is December, so this is 1.5 yrs, next May it will be 2 and the one after that.......just kidding. (you really think I have gone out of touch...me too). Anyways the best part of coming-back-now is that I am now thinking in terms of words, just like ol' times. Getting into the groove.



So this post is all about updates, crisp and clear.


Since the last post, I went on from jobless to jobful. Again. On the other side of the counter of bank. Yep, I am now a "Banker". Enjoying all the laziness and uneargerness of a clerk. Just the way I wanted. March saw KK and Kamini getting married. So we are roommates now (before you think anything else, just reminding you that our husbands have gone sailing). April saw Roger coming into our lives and sharing a space with Richie. Both don't realise that they are Dachshunds, and bark as if they are Bulldozers. I guess, by now A is really convinced that I can look after a dog, his biggest passion. I dread his dream of opening of a kennel with a minimum of 10 dogs.


And yeah of course April was also the month of accident. A suffered a hairline fracture while I being on the 'lighter' side had a parabolic fall, thus making me less prone to injuries. My specs, our phones escaped the tragedy but my heart-shaped white gold ring didn't make it. May...I told you already. June..nah nothing special.
Things after July has been monotonic. Just the job and a few outings. Not that I want to have another accident and get bedridden, but its so boring. Boring....may be not. Yeah, I do have a boss I could loathe about. Some unique colleagues. More on them in my forthcoming posts. Watch out for more.

P.S. :- No time for rechecking the grammatical mistakes.

P.S.S:- I am still wondering how many of fav bloggers have reduced their writings or completely stopped it. I'm waiting for Shanu's. Want more from Lakshmi, Dhanya, Jibu and everyone. Please write more, you guys. Neha you are doing splendid dear. :)

P.S.S.S :- Still to learn about the new Dashboard.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Birthdays with a twist??

Birthdays are always special. But when your birthday is in June. You'll hate it. You can't wear civil-dress to your school nor can you distribute chocolates to your classmates. And what if your father doesn't believe in celebrating birthdays and your mother always tend to forget your birthday. For years I had to suffer such ignorance (My damn lucky brother had his birthday in November which meant he could celebrate his birthday in his class). And my memory of childhood-birthday-celebration was the one and only one birthday I celebrated while I was in the fifth grade. All the neighbours were called and a feast was given to all of 'em. Thats all.

When I was working, I had two suuuper special birthdays. All my friends near me. Cutting the cake, those midnight calls to wish me, cake facials. Birthday treat at dinshaws. Oooh...nostalgic memories. Coming back.

Your first birthday with your spouse. Sounds special na. Coz you know they are never gonna forget it anyways. Nahi toh maar padegi. And think of this. When your birthdays fall on more precious days. A's birthday was on May 31st, the day next to our wedding. And mine was on June 6th, the day on which our Reception was held. We both were in cloud nine.

A's dialogue :- This is my most special birthday. I'm getting you as my birthday gift na.
Yours truly sighs.

So to make his birthday much more special, I conspired with KK into sneaking a birthday card into my new house on my wedding day. And when the clock struck twelve, I gave him the card and planted a kiss on his surprised cheeks.

June 5, 11.59 pm

My N72 was buzzing with birthday messages from around the country. Yeah I have friends all around the country and now all around the globe :-P

Communi to A :- Do you think you're missing something?
A (who was packing his clothes for the next day's Palakkad visit):- What ?? What did I miss?
Communi :- Like saying something.
A(perplexed):- What??
Communi :- I mean, do you want to say something?? to me??
A (perplexed again).

Just then the door knocks. It was KK. He was standing with a birthday card on his hand. KK wished me birthday with a hug and passed on Kamini's wishes also. I glanced A with a look-that-was-what-I-was-talking-about look. He smiled and said, "For that, you have to wait".

And it was worth the wait. At the function, I was the star. Dressed like a princess. Everyone who came there wished me on my birthday. After the function, we were supposed to leave for Palakkad and I was busy getting thmy bags ready.And just when I thought the day was over, A and KK came with a birthday cake. And thus I celebrated my first birthday at sasuraal with umpty relatives in the house.

Monday, October 4, 2010

What happened on May 30?


4 months is too long a break, isn't it? I apologise to all guys who have missed me and I sincerely warn those guys who feel happy about me not writing stupid stuff anymore... "Guys, I'm BACK ;)"

So this is what happens when you have a seafarer husband. When he's at home, you wake up at 7 and you're not back to your room until 3 am the next morning. Now that he's back onboard and I'm back to my home, I'm all set for a new era of my blog. And officially this is my first post as Mrs. A. Congratulate me.  Btw, in the past few days I learned one thing, that I'm so much accustomed to MY computer. Maybe that's why I could never post anything while I was at my sasuraal. Weird huh?

The D-Day

How could I ever keep my blog or my friends here away from the things that happened on the big day of my life. If I ever skip this part of my life, it will sound just like a B-grade movie with a continuity problem. Take it guys, you've no option left.

The most ironic part of my wedding is that I had never imagined my wedding to take place at a temple. Getting registered at a CPI(M) office ...Yes(Infact, I wished for some leftist professor of Victoria College... call it cliche!). Getting married at Railway Kalyanamandapam ...Yes. But temple wasn't really my idea. And that too at Guruvayoor, the most busiest of all temples in Kerala after Sabarimala. There was no plan-B in case he misses me and gets married to another girl. I was also warned by many aunties to keep holding the thali (mangalsutra) after the ceremony, coz you normally don't get enough time to tie it properly.

Anyways on that day, we were supposed to reach Guruvayoor by 8 so that I my beautician aunty would get enough time to dress me up for the 10.30 muhurtham. So I woke up at 3 and got ready by 5. It was for the very first time I wore saree on my own. After about one-hour of posing-for-the-cameras-and-getting-aashirwaad session, we started for Mission Guruvayoor. My very own cousin (remember him from the love letters post), who would have certainly shined as an F1 racer, made us reach Guruvayoor at 7 sharp, almost an hour ahead. Well, I hardly saw him driving because I was busy sleeping on Amma's shoulder.

Even when me and my beautician aunty were struggling with the 6 foot lamba-choudha saree, I overheard conversations between my relatives if my beautician should use Birla Wallcare Putty on my face to make me look OK before the cameras. But I guess, they must have dropped the idea for the lack of consensus. By 10, I got all dressed up.

Even PM of India would envy if he had seen me getting a Z-category protection from my cousins when we walked out of the hotel to the temple. It was such a crowdy place. And everybody seemed to stare at me. And I too was staring at them. And my stare meant the following- "Are you my relative?", "If so,Should I smile at you?",  "Who are you?". When I finally reached the mandapam, I saw A visibly confused. (Yeah, I forgot to tell you that I was wearing lens that day and the only ones who appreciated me doing that was Korattymuthy and Tudymol). When our names were called he held my hands with a whatever-the-heck-I'm-going-to-marry-this-girl look on his face. Who could blame the grooms getting confused on their wedding days.

Thankfully, we had a very elaborate ceremony of wedding. There was not much of a confusion when we were up on the stage. My nightmares of falling down the stairs also didn't come true. Somehow it all went fine.
Wedding is one occassion where you definitely know nobody loses attention for you. Suddenly all of your relatives become friendly. You smile at people who you haven't seen at all. You talk to people whom you haven't heard of. The most tedious task of all -Posing for the cameras with a smiling face. At the end of the day, your cheeks start aching and even if you want, you can't smile.
Another ritual during the weddings is of the relatives feeding the new couple with milk which has sugar and banana slices added. A seemed so comfortable doing that but I was begging to all my relatives not to take spoonful of the syrup. "Cheriacha,  please take just one piece of banana, not two". I still wonder how I managed not going to the loo that entire day.

Horrific times:- After the ceremony we had another task of registering the marriage at the Muncipality office. Waiting there for almost 2 hours, we were running out of time. We were supposed to reach Ekm by 4.30 for grihapravesham. Adding on to that the driver started driving superbly slow. We reached home at just about 4.28. We literally had to run towards the house- my one hand had been held by Paa and with the only left one I was trying to hold my saree. Right when I was getting into the house with that big lamp on my hands, crackers were burst. It was a total dhamaka. Eventhough I enjoyed the warm welcome, my nightmares of dropping things and falling on my big day were still haunting me.


Anyways that was my BIG day. Thought it would never happen. But it has happened and it has been 4 long months after that.

P.S.:- Nothing about the food in this post and that's precisely because I hardly remember its taste. Maybe I never bothered to eat it. I hate the kalyanasadhya of Thrissur and particularly Guruvayoor and I felt sorry that my wedding had to have the same. I hope I can make upto it in my brother's marriage. All I want him is to get married to a Palakkadan girl atleast for a good Palakkadan sadhya.

P.S.S. :- Why is that Hindu marriages don't have the Now-you-may-kiss-the-bride part? So..o unromantic na.

P.S.S.S :- Today is the anniversary of me getting hitched to A. And my husband is hopefully talking about this to the sea right now.