delightful

more than 35 lakh women, one city lights up with devotion! its atukal ponkala once again :) :)

postpartum!

when i was carrying i was amused by the fact that my ever growing tummy was the first thing that caught everyones eye! it was discussed about and people were so happy to see it grow! Now that the baby is out it, its irritating that it still remains the showstopper! everyone n just everyone has to tell me that much of the big big tummy stll remains. grrrr

close to go live!

20 days to go live - for the baby! :D should i say im excited or that im nervous ? can't make out. But two people more nervous and scared than i am -are my parents!! :D

homecoming!

Well i must say its kind of weird feeling coming back home for a long stay after so many years. I think its my first after joining infy and thats like straight after college...way back in 2002. So that gives it a eight year gap. Of all things il miss it will be the cool bangalore weather that il miss the most. sweaty and sultry kerala capital is sure gonna be irritating for the first two weeks. :) Oh yes...I might fit into the "Typical Marunadan Mallu" group.
What i love about this stay is that i get to spend quality time with my two darlings- achu and bhadra ( my nephew and niece resp). Its entertainment full time...so much that im not sulking about missing Rocky and Mayurs HOMP on NDTV goodtimes! :D Pathetic comparison i must admit.
Next week , hope to catch up with some old friends at the DC here while at work. So thats another perk. Ex roomies being here for company im sure we are gonna have a party!

Coming to taste buds...The good thing about my life is that i get to taste the best of two states :). Cross border relations gives me this exclusive previlege of choosing between moms cuisine vs mamiyaar cuisine ! Even if i choose to be my non diplomatic best, id say they both have their signature dishes. As much as i miss the avial and erisseri while im there, I do miss the super tangy vattalkuzhambu and ammas special rasam while im here.

There's not much thats changed about the house or the city. Dad and mom still have the same old schedules. The street lamp at the corner of the lane is defective as usual, keeping the entrance dark. Neighbours are the same, warm and lovable. There are couple of new entries in the old locality whom im getting introduced to. The same old computer with a new monitor and a case , some new curtains which came along with bhagya's wedding...nothing much has changed at all - except the milkman michael uncle's timings. Now milk is delivered at 10pm at night here! ha ha.

While all this is in place and ok, the heart craves for one thing thats perfectly amiss in this whole setup. Wish my man was here :)

Living on the edge

Moody, troubled and irritated would be the best words to be describe the week that flew by.

The easiest excuse is to blame it on the progesterone levels shooting up, but its not been a good week in general. Was a tough test of patience and tolerance. It is a rather comforting thought that i will be soon heading for peaceful yet lively life back in gods own country. Away from the dust, the noise, the nasty work, payment systems.... Phew. They say ladies carrying should remain calm and be happy and cheerful. If that turns out true ...god help me deliver a normal healthy one :)

The biggest relief of all things would be i guess that i have 24 hours of the day all for myself. There wont be a target of 9.15 clock. Some times its hard to think what i will do with all those extra hours too.

The freedom, the beaches, the rains, thattukada, achuttan, surya festival, some spicy tasty food...somethings that i'm really looking forward to....coming to think of which , im heading home for a long stay for the first time after i joined infy...i.e after 2002! after good old 8 years! wooww.

time to sign off...the weird mood bites me again....
the two of us need rest. :)

Pajama troubles...

As I slowly move towards my third trimester when every girl gets nervous about labor pain and delivery my fear goes into a different league totally. Of course I do wonder how I am going to “flush” my baby out, but what worries me more is when my pajama will leave me totally publicly embarrassed! As my tummy grows bigger n bigger, I look like I have swallowed a big basket ball. And as a result it leaves me confused whether to tie my pajama up around the diaphragm or at the waist or tie it up like a low waist jeans. None of these three options seem comfortable. If I tie it up, I struggle for my breath and feel totally uncomfortable. I tie it around my bloated waist or around the hip, it slips and falls below my hip as soon as I start walking! Talk about silky smooth skin! DUH…Leaves me either pulling it up or holding until I can pull it up like some 2 year old waiting to go to the loo! Half my visits to restroom is to prevent a wardrobe malfunction. All this reminds me of an particular pot bellied instructor we had during the induction program at Infy who kept pulling his pants up every 10 minutes.

Ladies with prior experience , your suggestions are very very welcome.

onam 2010

oh yes... forgot to mention , this time it was a bangalorean onam for me since im in the kangaroo mode. managed three days of pookalam, a grand sadya and my first ever ada pradhaman ( errr...something similar)!!!