Weekend, oh weekend....where art thou???

Where have all the weekends gone? which god-awful black hole have they disappeared into? It hasn't been that long since Jeetu & i wondered what to do with our weekends....we would sit around & twiddle our thumbs...go for a movie and that was the highlight! And all of a sudden life has changed - our weekend begins Friday night & by the time Sunday evening rolls around, we're both looking forward to Monday morning, so that we can relax a bit! WOW!!!!

To be honest, this weekend really took the cake!!! to give you guys better perspective, let me just tell you that yesterday, Jeetu & i parked. In our car. At the side of a busy main road. In the middle of the city.

No. We are not the kind of couple who get a high from performing PDA - that's 'public display of affection' for the uninitiated (though let me take this oppportunity to tell you that can be a lot of fun, too;-) But we literally 'parked'. The car. And reclined our seats. And....slept. That's how tired we were.

From entertaining new neighbours with breakfast, to exploring possible cures from allergies through homoeopathic consultations, to visiting close family friens, to checking out furniture stores, to having dinner with friends, this Sunday was certainly NOT a-laugh-a-minute!!!! Despite the trauma of a busy & full life, all i can say is...

Thank God for the disappearance of all those "boring" weekends - cheers & welcome to the madness!

Happy Birthday, Arjunia....

A nephews birthday....he is all of 5 today.... This is Arjun Kohli, son of Sanjana & Sandeep Kohli; brother of Aditya Kohli.

Born in Mumbai, Arjun, with his adorable dimples & chinky looks, was unceremoniously stuck with the title of "Arjunia" for the first 3 years of his kiddy life. This was all thanks to his mom's burning desire for a daughter coupled with Arjun's gorgeous locks which could not be cut (as per Kohli tradition) till after age-3!!! Most of the family has only discovered Arjun during his visit to India, this past summer (prior to that his speaking skills were minimal, bordering on the non-existent)

Hope you had a wonderful birthday, Arjun, with your "guys"....And we all hope (specially your Mom) that you continue to be unaware of the importance of birthday presents, and the fact that being the birthday boy, these actually BELONG to you and you can REALLY open them, too!!! Have fun, sweetie-pie!!!

Happy Birthday to me.....

Yes....Another one rolled around and guess what??? I survived! We are, ofcourse, speaking of those unmentionable, truly terrifying, heart-stopping "birthdays";-) Ever since i can remember (& my family will vouch for this), i have had this totally mad, insane fear of being wished at 12:00 am on my birthday!!! Seriously, it's true.

I remember disappearing into my room at 11:50 pm 6th night, so that NO family member could get to me, and....God forbid....wish me a happy birthday (what kind of idiot does that make me? Let's not get into that....after all, it's still my birthday 'month', right?)

THIS birthday, however, was different...true, that the age factor makes scurrying to my room slightly tougher, but..... the real reason i didn't scurry was simple - this time, i WANTED to be wished at 12. Wait - you've got to understand the logic behind a 15 year old's way of thinking, before you jump to conclusions. Birthdays are very, VERY special, as we all know - right? And we all like that that first wish to come from that special someone! So, while family & friends were always considered important (& special, too) they just never quite fit into the mould created by a 15 year-old's over-active, highly romanticized version of "the one" So, hey! why waste that moment on anyone else, huh? Let's just save it till he decides to make an appearance... right? Making any sense now? And then there was the "other" reasoning - the one that meant that anyone who wishes you at 12 forgets that it's your birthday the next day!!! Which would leave for a very boring day!!!

Anyways, this year i was WITH that special someone, which made being wished very VERY nice! (Plus he knows me so well that he made sure he wished me a million times on D-day as well) Got loads of flowers & calls & e-mails from friends & family - thanks, everyone. But the best part??? Arrived home to a "puzzle" set up by Jeetu - a story that was written out in bits & pieces with each piece hidden somewhere in the house - i had to look for all (every one of the 8 clues) to get to the entire, adorable story!!! Diving into the microwave & looking under the TV remote, etc. etc. was so much fun, and SO very thoughtful!

Finished off the day with a very romantic candle-lit dinner at a lovely restraunt called "Waterfront" (highly recommended by both of us, by the way) Thanks, husband dearest!

Absence doth make thy heart grow fonder

Husband back in town - yipeeeeeee!!!!! I know i sound like a lovestruck teenager with not a single sensible thought in her head, but i SWEAR on all my precious bathroom accessories that i am an intelligent & mature woman with lots of sensible thoughts in my head (one of which is - now that he's back, the ceiling fans can finally be cleaned!!!)

Seriously though - while i enjoyed the first 20-30 minutes of "alone" time, and quite treasured the first couple of hours of "me, myself & i" i had pretty much had an overdose of being single again by the time the 3rd day rolled around. Not that i'm dependent on him or anything - oh, mercy me - NO! It was more about....just knowing that if i get into the bohemian mode & don't wake up till 2 in the afternoon, there's someone around to kick my ass; if i suddenly have this wonderful desire to live on chips & pepsi for 3 days in a row, he's there to pour nutrition down my throat; if i watch movies for 72 hours at a stretech & can't go to the loo because my eyes fell out a couple of hours back, he'll pick them up, pop them in my head & guide me in the right direction. Y'know what i mean??? Am not dependent at all...oh no...just these minor needs, that's all!

Oh, ok - so i really missed the guy!!!! Accepted & admitted! So hang me......

Dedicated to....

Today's post is dedicated to my "god daughter" - Tanisha Janine Broetz (T.J.) Yup....in Anamica's exact words, i have been specially honoured with the title of 'bhagwaan mummy' - an alien concept in India! A god mother is expected to be in close touch with her God daughter & completely tuned in to her growing years & milestones achieved - am i right, Ans? Ofcourse, i also have the humbling responsibility of taking over incase the parents ever decide they don't want her anymore (...just kidding, Ans - DON'T react!!!) In anycase, both Jeetu & i are dying to eat her up, the first possible opportunity we get, so i'm sure we are cabable of fulfilling our duties, should the need arise (God forbid)!!!
I must say, at this stage, that dedicating a post to my niece does not IN ANY WAY mean that i care any less for my numerous (6 to be exact) nephews!!! It's just that there are so many of them, and only one of her.....:-) Well, actually, 2. But Pranjali is older, so...

Oh well.... here we go. TJ - you are too too cute!!!! Your dimples are adoreable (and ofcourse, they remind me of your mom). And even though i'm an AWFUL god mother, i promise to try & do better!!! Do grow up to be the amazing women your mommy is!

Ansoo, this is coming straight from the heart - just to let you know that you guys are always in my thoughts!