Sunday, July 27, 2008

long distance drishti*

'You look terrible...look at those dark circles under your eyes. You were fine till yesterday... Ssss... your forehead is so hot. It's all kannu*... what else can it be? You were glowing I say... everyone has been saying that. Why, even your Chitti in Delhi saw those pictures you sent her and went on and on about how healthy you looked. I'll tell Anbu to buy a big pooshnikkai in the evening. "

'Yes, yes you're right' she agrees nodding her head in agreement 'It's all kannu'. And eight appams, four kozhakattais and three mullu murukku. And two servings of arisi uppuma.

*drishti,kannu - evil eye

Monday, July 21, 2008

look in to my eyes...and made up rhymes...

Can I hire this guy to hypnotize the baby to sleep? My own beseeching requests seem rather ineffectual...

Apart from not knowing how many days old the baby is (Nurse: How old is the baby? Me: I think about 40 days... could be 50... Amma, how old is the baby?)my other failings as a new parent include not remembering a single song or nursery rhyme. I refuse to Google for them, since I'm sure they'll come back to me at some point of time, and so till then I make them up...

Incy wincy spider climbing up the spout
down came the rain and washed away his brussel sprouts...

Hush now baby don't you cry
mommy's going to buy you A Pocket Full of Rye
and if that pocketful of rye isn't funny
daddy's going to buy you From here to Eternity
And if that movie doesn't end quick
Mommy's going to buy you Moby Dick

and in other news... Aardvarks spotted on Old McDonald's farm... what noise do Aardvarks make anyway...

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

long before that pregnant dude on Oprah

Shyam has passed on the Page 123 tag to me, so here goes.

These are the rules:
1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people, and acknowledge the person who tagged you.

The book: The Pregnant King by Devdutt Pattanaik. (Read a review here)

The extract:
'I am Sumedha, a Pujari from Pratishthana,' he said.
Simantini noticed he was tall with fine wavy hair falling on his shoulders. His shoulders were broad and he was thin, with sunken cheeks and full lips.
'And hers?'