Frazzled frau

The last week has been one hectic one. We were all hosting a dinner, you see. Not that it had much to do with me, but S's husband’s Brit colleague & a few friends were visiting. Now that’s not a big deal for most of us with our arrived husbands, except that one of the couple in question are : No KIDS, still going to Bali/ Hawai/ or some obscene place for their wedding anniversary’s & can you believe it, have WHITE sofas & little gurgling fountains in their drawing room. This is completely based on heresay but such are stories that I will not reject. ( I am staring forlornly at my own green colored sofa, which when we bought- we were sure, would be able to withstand the children’s attacks. But no such luck- its now an even uglier shade of brown & green).

So as you can now anticipate, the attack must be carefully planned out- we cannot afford to lose this one- coz then it would mean, doom!! If we lost, we would have to get our broken record out- O life with the kids is just so F@#$%….fulfilling- we don’t get the time to do anything else, you must have one, - or why don’t you try mine for a while? Please – I insist. ( This is my current favorite fantasy, promise you it has all the beginnings of the most gratifying ….) But to be fair to her, she was suffering from another of the maladies that we seem to have no cure for – the maid was being so insouciant & had decided to take off (on D Day) to a better paying household. & The husband decided to invite the brit to be a houseguest. As you get the jist, life was a bitch…But as one of my old time, err, friends told me – then go ahead, screw it. ( that is another story that will be told, I promise)

So we did screw- life of course, ( with the kids in our bed, we don’t have the bed space to do ….) all of us rallied around her, bunking office, fish fry coming out of the black haired damsel’s kitchen & me cooking to the best of my limited abilities, going to do a last minute all over, to also see if she was looking good enough to…get admiring looks, then we would all have our revenge on the damn husband’s last minute imposition AND his all so male, insensitivities. As it turns out, the dinner was a hit. S was at her most charming, the bake was just not burnt, the fish fry & the creator of it was more than adequately oohed & aahed over. & we had our revenge, coz, you see white sofa man- more than fondly, remembered our black, wavy haired, large doe eyed friend , in front of the wife –‘darling, pout pout, can we please go to Timbuktoo this year’ . So as she grew first as red as her saloon coloured red hair & then as green as my sofa - S had her moment!

On Sat evening, as we sat rewarding ourselves for a job well done, with pizzas & beer- & replayed the dinner, along with pre & post activity, all over, we had our sweet (& somewhat high calorie) revenge. Coz it’s our children that forced us to start the beginnings of a long & rewarding friendship - One in which there is sharing of pain, happiness, envy & pride & whatever else.. So root along, girls- get the women over. Coz, as per another woman to woman discussions with a grilfriend- just recently- Alcohol & friends are the only certainty in life, & they definitely make life more, hic, meaningful.

Initiation into a New world!

The whole blogging game….

So I turned 35 recently, now that for some may seem to be a great place to be at ( especially the all so arrived, single male bachelors around, please God- if I promise to be good- can I borrow one for a short while..) but alas for me! A mother of 2, constantly struggling with weight battles, aerobics, toilet training, healthy eating habits of children, managing the in laws, parents, team members & the boss, new property acquisition & the endless EMIs, all in one breath ( did I mention a husband..coz I do recall seeing him in the periphery)..life at 35 didn’t promise to be attractive. But surprisingly, despite, moving into a new category of womanhood- where menopause becomes a distinct reality, I experienced a new sense of freedom. A freedom that came from …understanding who I was, it was OK not to be in agreement with the mom all the time, I need never fall in love again, you could finally get drunk again without an ounce of guilt, grin obscenely whenever the young men at the local hang out joint checked me out…life was getting good.

Of course, I was ready to explore the newer aspects of where the world has turned too.. apparently, while I was in hibernation – minding & rearing my kids, blogging has become the new mantra around. Everyone, I imagine, is now a reasonably good writer- Microsoft’s thesaurus & all other sources help all the budding writers ( ‘please visit my blog’ & me ..suitably impressed ‘O wow, how lovely, you write..’. ) & the recent so called spat between the acclaimed actors of this country – prompted me to think that – I better discover the benefits of it.
The boss promised me that ‘his now famous, once notorious ‘Fursat Friday’ blog helped him deal with stress.. Besides, in my own quest of ‘social reconnecting’ – after all, you do need someone to get drunk with- all my friends were an integral part of the whole blogging circuit. So as I sheepishly listen to their blogging travails, & feel hopelessly inadequate when I tell them that the only social site I am part of is ‘Linkedin’ & I am not so good at uploading photos on the net ( No please, don’t die- I am learning), I suddenly realize that the freedom & the self esteem of 35 will become a thing of the past if I DON’T.
But didn’t I need to know the right things to say? Or was it actually say the right things or was it – say the wrong things so that I get noticed. What about my so called arrived ‘writing friends’ –R, S, promise me , no feedback please. But as they say : Hakuna Matata…

So I sat down to pen oops type down my thoughts.. & as I write, my kids smile back at me..,I remember the neighbour’s compliments on my great new found confidence, my ability to finally accept the in laws for what they are, my friends who will reach out to me, my hubby’s admiring glances & a family to die for.. all whiz past me & I realize- there is a lot that I can do with this.
So for all of you, Welcome to Bhavna’s blog.

Btw- the boss is always right!