Around two years back, a neighbour of mine came home. I was having idly that time, so I brought her a plate too. She had and said they were very yummy. I also packed her few idlis. She called me in the evening saying her husband loved those idlis. She wanted me to teach her some day. I was shocked because she isn’t very fond of cooking and she also thinks, instead of working so hard in making something, one can spend some money and eat out. There is another reason too, she thinks that it might not turn out good. Anyways, I agreed.

One day she called me and told that she wanted to make idli for dinner. So I asked her to soak dal and grind after few hours. She told me she would soak dal but asked me to come and make the batter. I agreed but I was hesitant because, I was eight months pregnant and MIL never allowed me to step out around that time. But, I convinced her. I made the batter and told her that I would teach her next day and by that time the batter would ferment too.

So next day, I made dinner at my place and left for her place. I told my MIL that I would have dinner at her place as she wouldn’t let me go  without eating. When I reached her home, I saw she was watching TV and and nothing was ready. Nothing as in NOTHING. She didn’t soak the dal and she didn’t grate the coconut. I was shocked. I had to go home early otherwise my MIL would scold me. I asked her to soak the dal and grate coconut. I even asked her to keep an eye while I was making first batch of idlis. After she was done with grating coconut, I told her the way to make chutney. She asked me to make it. She was scared that she might goof up. Now don’t ask me how can anyone goof up while making chutney! I have no idea.

After chutney, I made sambar too as I knew she would say the same thing if I asked her to make on her own. After making chutney, sambar and one batch of idli, I told her that I would leave and she could make the remaining ones herself. Guess what she said! She asked me to steam the remaining idlis because she was scared that she might not get it right and blah and more blah! I agreed. After making 48 idlis (for four people *rolling eyes*), I finally asked her leave. She thanked me and said okay. That is it! Nope, she didn’t offer me to have dinner at her home. She only offered me water. No, maybe I asked for water. Anyways, I don’t remember.

So why this idli saga after two years.

Because, yesterday another neighbour of mine came and asked me to teach her idli making. I told her I would come in ten minutes after completing my work. I went there and I found that she got ready-made batter and she just wanted to tell her, how to steam idlis. I taught her and with left over batter, I told she could make dosas. She didn’t knew, so I made dosas too. I asked if she knew how to make sambar and chutney. She said that she made sambar and brought ready-made chutney.

I said okay and was leaving. She asked me to have some. I refused. She insisted. I refused again. She asked me again and the kids joined her. I refused again. She asked me for tea and coffee. I left saying, some other time.

Now, why am I mentioning this! Because, I ‘steamed’ only 5 idlis and made 2 dosas. And she wanted me to share where as for another neighbour, I ‘made’ 48 idlis and she didn’t even ask me once!

This thing touched me and I had to mention it here.

I also wanted to tell everyone (whoever is reading, obviously!) that idli can be a very good judge of character!

P.S. No, I am not the official ‘idli maker’ of my neighbours.


HOW? TWO(?)(!) JOY!


11th of this month, Joy turned two (Yay!). Now two, its a strange number. I mean, its hard to decide if he is a big boy which he claims to be (he has declared himself a biggg boy and also a suppperr boy!) or still a small baby. When he was born, he was small. When he turned one, he was big (but small). Now when he is two, he must be a big boy, isn’t it?

Anyways, there are times when I and PIC say, ‘When Joy was small, he would do this, do that’ and then realization would strike that he is still small.

Joy gifted himself to me on Mother’s day. I mean, I found out that I was pregnant on Mother’s day. Apart from my own family i.e, MIL and FIL, PIC (obviously!), I only shared this news with Visha. I did not share it with my mom, my family, my extended family and even my friends. How they found out (after two months) is a different and a sad story altogether.

My pregnancy journey was not an easy one. No one’s journey is easy during pregnancy but I am sure, atleast, its a happy journey. Well, mine was not. I lost my SIL, BIL, who were in their 30s and my neice (6), in a car accident and my nephew (8) was badly injured too. That is when my entire family found out about my pregnancy. The doctor had advised me complete bed rest and also asked me to step down, only when I had to use the loo. Two months I did exactly what she said. But after this accident, everything changed. My nephew was completely dependent on me and PIC. It took him two months to get down  from the bed. Not only this, MIL lost her eyesight completely after hearing this news. Her vision earlier was only 80 percent but now she couldn’t see someone sitting next to her also. So, in short, everyone was dependent on me and PIC.

It was difficult but finally, Joy arrived on 11th January, 2013. I know it might be hard to digest for few, but before getting operated, I told the doctor not to show me the baby if it was a boy. They did exactly the same but I was not told the gender till then. I was still hoping it to be a girl. Little later, the doctor came and informed, ‘Congratulations! chokra hua hain! (its a boy).’

I was adamant on not seeing him(I was anyways not in my senses to see him properly!) but when I saw how everyone had already started ignoring me and were under ‘his’ spell, I wanted to see if ‘his’ magic worked on me. After all, it was only a baby who looked more like a cotton candy. What! I was hungry too!

And, then I realised, love at first sight do happen. I so badly wanted to hold him but damn the stitches! And, there was already a long queue (yeah, right!) to hold him and my number was yet to come. And, when it finally did come, all he did was open his eyes for a second, stared at me and passed a yawn as if I bored him.

P.S. This is how, in short, Joy arrived in my life.

P.P.S. This is a very small summary of what happened in nine months of my pregnancy and I have no idea if this makes sense or not to whoever is reading (ofcourse!). But I wanted it to document it here before everything was erased from my pea sized brain. I have written it in my diary too but these days, Joys takes away my books and diary saying, its his! I guess, I will have to either keep the diary in my bank locker or in some secret place before someone reaches it! *gulp*

P.P.P.S Don’t ask me about the smartness behind the title of the post! I am not smart, remember na!

P.P.P.P.S. I asked you not to ask me about the title of this post because PIC asked me and I thought you guys (whoever is reading) would also ask. So!



I am sure everyone is aware of karwa chauth, when women fast for the long life of their husband from sunrise till moon rise and break their fast after worshiping moon. Yesterday, we had a similar fast called “mahi chauth” and also called as “sakat chauth” by few. Now, the rules of this fast are exactly similar to karwa chauth’s.

I and my MIL woke up early, took bath, performed the rituals of fast i.e, listening to its story (not that of karwa chauth but a different one), doing puja and then got busy with household chores and even made dinner.The moon rise time for yesterday was around 9:18 p.m.. We waited for the moon, started looking from the balcony and even asked the watchman to keep an eye so that we don’t miss it while we were inside. It was around 10 but the moon was not visible. Relatives from other cities started calling us to ask whether we had broken our fast or not.

Now, the thing was that, that the moon was already in full view in all the other cities and everyone was done with their puja and dinner. So, I along with my neighbour, moved my bum to the terrace to check ‘properly’! I live in Delhi and it is freezing over here. Yesterday was no different and on top of that, I did not take my jacket as I was all decked up from head to toe (yeah, roll your eyes!). It was cloudy and windy too. So, the moon was still not visible because of the clouds. I decided to get my jacket but neighbour refused to stay alone (really?). I did not want to go back as I was scared that I might miss a glimpse when I go. My MIL, around 11:30 called me to tell that it was compulsory to break our fast before 12:00. So the hungry me, err, smart me, devised a plan. I called my SIL in Bombay and asked her to send me a snap of moon on whatsapp. Here is what she sent


And I sent this picture in our family group. So, I along with my neighbour and rest of the family worshiped moon that we received all the way from Bombay and finally broke our fast!

P.S. Don’t ask me intelligent questions like, ‘Is it okay to break your fast on seeing picture of moon and all?’ All I know is we had to eat this fast’s prasad before 12:00 and elders asked to draw a moon or bring a picture from somewhere so that we could do our puja.

I felt a recent picture is better than an old one. So this kartoot 😀

P.P.S. I will pat my back on everyone’s behalf(whoever is reading) and thank you already for all the praises 😀



Last week, I had a small puja at my place. I invited few neighbours too. There were only aunties and no one of my age were present that particular  day. While they were leaving, I offered them prasad and took their blessings.

So, one particular aunty who is a teacher in a reputed school gave me her blessings to have one more son.

I replied saying, ‘I have a son and now I badly want a baby girl so, give me your blessings again with few alterations.’

She replied saying, ‘But Joy needs a sibling and make sure it is a brother.’

Now I am bit straight forward and might convert into a rude person during such situation. But, I was a host that day and there were other ladies present there including my MIL and I thought everyone would support me.

To my utter shock, everyone supported her saying, ‘haanji, beta to chahiye hi. (Yes, a son is a necessity).’  And all this, coming from a bunch of well educated people.

Infact, the aunty who started all this, has two sons, but they refuse to stay with her because with them around, they have no privacy.

I was fuming and ready to burst. Just then, my MIL came forward and said, ‘Jitni khushi bete ke paida hone pe hoti hain, utni hi khushi beti ke hone par hogi, dono mein koi farak nahi (the amount of happiness during daughter’s birth is not less than that of during son’s birth, there is no difference). And considering Deea’s case, we were not expecting anything. Daughter would have been a cause for double celebration.’

Now, my MIL happens to be very conservative and of orthodox mentality. But my previous miscarriages, not being able to conceive, and a recent loss of her 35 year old daughter made her say this. I guess it was not until then she realised that there was no difference between a daughter and a son.

But, how does it matter if its a son or a daughter. Do they want a son because they would have someone to take care of them during old age. This is the lamest excuse, ever! Do they come with some guarantee card.

P.S. I had to post this because, few days earlier, someone predicted that if I plan my next child, it will be a boy and I am shattered. Not that I believe in all these predictions, but I want, WANT, I really, really want a daughter! Now I am just too scared to take a risk.

P.P.S. No, I am not planning a baby. Its just that I want my next one to be a girl.



Before I start, a very Happy New Year!!!!!!

I have been away for a very long period. More than writing here I missed reading my favorite blogs. Just in case you want to know about my disappearance, I visited my hometown after four long years, to attend my sister’s wedding. More than the wedding, I was exited about the fact that I would meet mom after four years. I am not a very expressive person but it was hard not to shed a tear on seeing her.

Joy visited his nani house for the first time and he was at his best behaviour! Just after I returned, I got a news that my cousin delivered a baby girl . I will always regret not taking that pink bundle of joy in my hands.

Apart from this, everyone I read is participating in blog marathon. Even I wanted to but I guess when there is so much to read,when will I have the time to post everyday!

It feels so good to be back! Yay!



Me – A
Joy – A

Me – B
Joy – B

Me – C
Joy – C

Me – D
Joy – D

Me – E
Joy – E

Me – F
Joy – F

Me – G
Joy – G

Me – H
Joy – H

Me – I
Joy – Buv(Love)

Me – I ii
Joy – Buvee(Lovee)

Me – Joy, I iiiiiii!
Joy – Mumma, Buveeee!(Loveeee!)

*sigh* I give up and we continue with the other alphabets.

We have always been a very ‘I love you and love you’ couple. We would exchange ‘I love you’s’ quite a few times, in a day. Joy’s arrival added more reasons for expressing it. We would even express the same before  Joy but a new born cannot speak, right! When he grew a little and could express himself in actions, I taught him a way.

I made him touch himself with his palm, then his heart and then the person sitting opposite to him (whoever he wanted to convey the message to).  But the self obsessed boy he was, he would touch himself, then my heart and again himself which meant Joy loves Joy! (Don’t roll your eyes yet, there is more!)

So suppose, someone talking to him on phone would say ‘I love you, Joy!’, he would place the phone down, touch himself, touch the phone’s heart and himself again!(lets roll our eyes together!)

I wanted to change this(where is my share of love, dude!) and immediately started working on it as soon as he started blabbering. I said ‘I love you’ many a times in a day and he would answer by showing those hand moments! He even tried to manipulate me by doing those moments all by himself whenever he would see me angry! Slowly, he learnt the word love (buvv). All I had to do was say ‘I’ and ‘love you or buv you’ would follow from Joy’s mouth. And if I say a complete ‘I love you’ he says ‘Love you’.

So whatsoever happens, an I is always followed by ‘buvv’ and a simple ‘J’ or ‘am your mumma’ can never, ever replace it!

P.S. How do I prepare myself from the complaints that I will be getting in future from his would be school! *gulp*



* that the dust from the insane amount of cleaning during  diwali makes you so busy that the blog has dust and cobwebs all over it.

* that one cannot prepare and savour diwali delicacies, all at the same time. It doesn’t matter if handmade matthi, sev, dal ka halwa, kachori, kanji vada etc are waiting for you to taste them.

* one(me) shouldn’t get a panic attack if hubby(PIC) offers to make the rangoli so that I can get some rest. Here is the rangoli made by PIC-


* that it is not a good idea to leave Joy in the puja room all alone. He might just dip his hands in the huge diya filled with oil. And, not to forget,the sleeves of his heavy dhoti kurta would be dripping oil too!

* that instead of asking Google, “how to remove oil stains”, its better to send the clothes for dry-cleaning.

* that instead of bursting crackers, one can distribute them to kids who cannot afford them. Their smile makes the diwali night even more brighter.

* that sky lanterns are always a better option, especially when compared to crackers.

* that the extended weekend during diwali is just a hallucination.

* that every plan of coming back to blogging might get affected by guests visiting you, unplanned shopping (which I hate!), and not being well.

* that unplanned events can bring a smile if a good deal catches the eye. Got two pretty sarees for the most reasonable prices in the world!

* that it is not a good idea to watch a show based on husband-wife crime, all the time!

* that love is proved, worries are shoo-ed away when PIC takes a leave just because wife is unwell!

* that these updates will be never ending but I need to stop because my reader is overflowing! Where do I start!