First Award

so, here is my first award,

by scribby

thank you scribby for this beautiful award.. u made my day..

taking from Scribby’s post, the rules that come with all the awards :

• Link back to the blogger who nominated you.- Check
  
• Post the blog award image on your page.-check
• Tell 7 facts about yourself.-check
• Nominate 15 other blogs.-check
• Let the nominees know they been chosen.-check

7 facts about myself-

1. love to dance in rain, at least sit next to window watch each drop falling down

2. like anything to do with splashing of colours. saying it painting, rangoli or even cooking

3.like to watch SRK movies. DDLJ for any number of times, and cry for stupid scenes. basically love all romantic movies.

4.can get angry for very small thing, and forget about it very next moment.

5.if the customer service is bad at any mall, cant come back home without picking up fight..

6.a wanna be fashion designer, turned out to be an architect.

7.shopaholic.  ethnic wear freak.. wouldn’t mind buying N number of jumka’s of same style.

and lot more.. stopping with &, as i am asked for 7..

now passing on the award to few in the same list as scribby,

1. R’s Mom
2. Bikram
3. Lifessong
4. comfy
5. deboshree
6. IHM
7. cybernag
8. nonsensegirl
9. RS
10. ruchita
11. seema
12. smitha
13. sugar n spice
14. tikulicious
15. Visha

please accept the award..

from ashreyamom

"APPA"- is the first word

“APPA”- is the first word and world for my daughter.
now i realize how my mother feels when i say, ” Appa first, Amma next”. i am happy that my daughter has uttered her first word. but, sad that, its APPA and and not AMMA in spite of looking after her day and night.

three/became 4 days to go..( reminder)

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extended by one day, as people wanted one more working day..

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Amma is a big word…

My baby called me out as Amma.. it feels so great. there is bonding coming up with the word. I know it’s by fluke, as my baby is only 2 months old. i don’t think she can even recoginise me by face. But, it really makes me so proud. For a second, I can’t believe that i am a mother. I am still finding it difficult to accept that I am married and I have a baby.

Note: Appa is really jealous on this.. .

Information travels faster than everything..

Continuing the previous post. The conversation happened just yesterday. I get a bounce next day afternoon. I think everything is over. But, my mother-in-law can take any conversation to any extent. So, soon she has told my husband that, ,” your wife thinks I am a slave as she going to put money in post office in my name”. Great. What else I can say now or do? I am all crippled. I wanted to do something good. But it turns out the other way round. My ignorant husband believes everything what his mother says. He just listens to one side of the conversation and concludes from it. L.

In-laws….

I somehow enjoy talking (scolding) about my mom-in-law. I have become so addicted that, I can’t sleep even a night, without discussing about her to someone. She is both the best thing and worst thing which happened to me. So, here are the few dialogues between her and me.

First time:

All of a sudden, it happened when we were watching a TV serial.

Mother-in law(M): I lost 25 lakhs of money.

Me (D): what?

M: if my son didn’t marry you, he would have got a Flat in apartment, 10 lakhs cash and girl, who is working.

D: so what am I supposed to do?

M: no nothing I am just telling you.

D: ok.

(She goes back to the room to do her work, M goes back to kitchen to continue cooking.)

After few days, the same conversation

M: you should be really grateful to us

D: why? (With a surprised look)

M: you parents didn’t give us any money; we spend all the money for the wedding

D: hmmm (what the heck. What did you do to all the money we gave )

D: (calls her husband) what is all this non-sense, I can’t take it anymore.

After few months, the same conversation happens.

D: I am thinking of opening a RD account for you in post office.

M: why all that, it’s ok. By the way, what is it??

D: I will deposit some amount for you every month. You will get all the money with interest after 5 years. Then you can buy whatever you want.

M: (smiles) I will become old then, what will I buy or use the money for?.

D: (I know that, anyways I will take it from you then and buy something for my kid) that is your wish. You buy gold or something..

M: if I got my son married to my cousin’s daughter, I would have got money now only.

D: (what?? Gets frustrated) oh yes, if that is the case, ask your son to get married to that girl now only and take the money. In case that money is not sufficient, get your husband also married again.

M: what didn’t I say that you are making so much of fuss; I am staying here only because of you.

D: I also didn’t say anything.

M: you don’t even give your salary to your father-in-laws hands.( so that, i can buy jewels from your money and give it to other sons and grandsons.)

D: (why should I give? When i am handling all the expenses and buying everything what you need) not like that, I don’t want you to take any tension at this old age. so I will only manage everything.

M: we are not money minded family. We got my son married to you. It’s all our fate. Because of you, we are seeing poverty.

D: ( right, how cans she be so immature) ok. Ask your son, why he selected me?

M: ( goes to kitchen and back with glass of milk) drink. It’s getting late na. Let’s sleep.

D: ( sleep? Is she mad or what? Neither can i tell this to my husband, as he would support his mother only. Where do i let all my frustrations? Hmmm.. let me write it my blog.)

Stranger…..

Life seems to go the way I like. I am getting everything I want till I met u. there was something pulling me towards you. What is it? Is that your looks, charm or it’s just that I feel comfortable talking to you.

It was late in the night. I had to catch a bus. You offered me a ride. That was the first time I came out with you. I didn’t know the city either, but just trusted you and came along. You were driving in a high speed. I had no balance. I was holding your bag tight, which was between us. I couldn’t tell you, that I am afraid. I asked you lots of questions to bridge the silence between us. I still don’t know how many you answered. I couldn’t hear it in the noisy traffic around.

We stopped at mall, which is famous in the city. You were walking casually in escalators. I didn’t know the directions. I just followed you like an obedient student. You ordered food for us. Just then I realized I didn’t have enough money, I couldn’t ask you to pay for me in the first outing. You paid for it. I pretended to give you. You said its ok. Then I started telling you all my stories. You were just nodding. I was surprised how someone can be so silent. You said, “that you like to listen than to talk”.

Still there was lots of time left. We went around the city.

We reached my destination, the bus stand. It was so crowded. I lost the direction. My luck never favors me. it didn’t leave me that day too. We had to wait for the bus, as it was delayed. We spent few more hours together there.

You asked me to sit in a place and you went searching for my bus. I felt bad, making you roam like this in the middle of the night. But I had no choice. Finally was happy seeing the bus. I sat inside. I thought you would be there till the bus starts. But you left me and went back. I spent all journey thinking about you and first encounter.