Category Archives: Life’s Like That

When Crazy Moments Outnumber Tranquil Moments

The past few weeks have been crazy. A major part of March saw both my children being down with cold and fever which translated to plenty of sleepless nights and unfinished meals. While April was definitely better than March, it also saw the reopening of school for my daughter after a ten day break.

The first couple of weeks of the new academic year saw us struggling to get back to our morning routine after the previous month full of half-a-day school and study holidays and annual vacation. The mornings were becoming stressful, there were shouting and yelling too and plenty of naughty acts by the little one too. We seemed to be at least 4-5 minutes late to school everyday.

Then after a round of self-counselling, I started becoming a lot more calmer in the mornings and now for almost three weeks now, we have been reaching school well on time. My daughter and I have almost bid adieu to our morning stressful moments.

Forget about me-time, there is not even relaxing moments on most days. With my husband having a crazy, hectic schedule at work, the kids are fully only with me for most of the day and I can see the three of us getting on each other’s nerves every time the same naughty acts get repeated or the same little safety rule not being followed or the same refusal from me for telling a very lengthy bedtime story at the end of a crazy, tiring day.

Even as I refuse to play or tell a story or scold them for yet again leaving the tap open or forgetting to put the markers in their place, I also feel guilty – guilt at not being able to handle it all in a better way.

Recently, sitting at Kailash Parbat waiting for our food to be served, my topmost concern seemed to be to make sure that my naughty little one didn’t end up pushing or breaking the serveware. Despite being offered a nice, cozy seat and served tasty food in a restaurant with such a nice ambience, I just didn’t seem to be fully relaxed.

Maybe it is these crazy days or those physically tiring days or maybe the lack of intellectually stimulating activities or maybe that annoying worrying habit of mine which surfaces way too many times in a day when my child walks at the very edge of the platform or runs down the stairs all alone or refuses to eat a proper meal all through the day. It is time I started relaxing a bit more.

Missing Madras!

It could be something as simple as the joy of riding a Scooty on Mount Road, or something as retail-therapeutic as shopping in T. Nagar, or some little pleasure as indulging in a channa samosa at Shree Mithai, or something as comforting as being able to visit the family paediatrician when the kids end up with fever, or something as fun for the kids as playing with their close friends who also happen to be neighbours, or something as relaxing as going for a long drive on car with Rahman’s music on at high volume, or something as emotional as the joy of being able to see my parents at any time that I want to right away! Madras! – Oh just how much am I missing you! At this point in my life, the very fact that I can get to experience this life in Madras at least for a few weeks every year is what matters the most to me.

This Women’s Day

This Women’s Day, I wish the world becomes a safer place for women, I wish for a day the men respect the women in their lives (if it doesn’t exist at home, how do you expect them to show respect to other women?), I hope for a day when women don’t have to say #metoo

Alas it will take years or ages for things to change for good. Meanwhile, ladies, let’s rock on and enjoy our lives, even as we juggle several powerful roles on a daily basis.


Reminiscence – This is probably one of my most favourite words.

munnum idhu pole pudhu anubhavam
kanden ena sollum padi ninaivillai
innum edhirkaalatthilum vazhi illai maravene

Every time I sing/listen to those lovely lines from the song Rasali, I only love them even more! What beautiful words to describe those cherishable moments of life. Those reminiscence-worthy moments of life!

At this juncture, I also remember one of my favourite sayings – ‘Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the number of moments that take your breath away!’ It’s only in our hands on how we carve out every moment of our life to be.

It’s in this chaos that I thrive!

Last week, there was this night when good, deep sleep was eluding me for quite a while. When I finally managed to doze off, the little one who was down with fever was wide awake and by the time he fell asleep again, the daughter was awake complaining of leg pain. The rest of the night had them alternately waking up and during those quiet moments of the night, I was deeply pondering about how I am loving this crazy schedule that my life is filled with.

I don’t complain about what mundane routine that I am having, since there’s nothing mundane about it except for the dishwashing chore, talking about which, as I already wrote here, with either of my kids giving me company as I wash the vessels, I am not finding that too as boring as I usually do.

Believe me when I tell you that almost every single day passes by very quickly. The mazhalai talks of the son, the conversations with my daughter, a naughty act or two, running sprees on the road (I am on a run all the time with my little one), outdoor play times, the sibling bonding and fighting spells, book reading sessions, saraLi varisai singing, unwinding with ARR’s songs on YouTube, pausing to listen to a bird’s call or talking in hushed-up voices as my children and I try to observe a bird from up-close, catching up with an episode or two of Peppa Pig with the kids (I personally like the happy family filled with loads of laughter portrayed by Peppa and her family) making dishes with loads of vegetables on a daily basis, keeping the little one busy with all his colourful mini cars and catching with the day’s news, working on my daughter’s spellings and vocabulary which I immensely enjoy doing since I have been a lover of words and spellings ever since my teens, scribbling and writing A to Z with my little one – the days are full with all the activities that happens at every home with kids.

Even what is perceived as a routine drop to and pick-up from school has nothing routine about it with my little one adding all sorts of entertainment to it by running off to the play area and sitting atop the slide refusing to budge one bit or removing his shoes, throwing it and running off in exactly the opposite direction, all the while getting my daughter and me all tensed out or all confused depending on the day’s mood.

Yes, there are days when I navigate through colourful toys of different sizes (did I tell you I have had enough of Kinder Joy toys??) scattered all over the house and the books and papers lying everywhere, muttering an irritated word or two (or quite a few too!) asking my kids to help me get things organized. But, with no lack of adventure and all sorts of fun, laughter and naughtiness, it is in the chaos that I thrive.

The Sleep-time Struggle

It has been a week since all routine got tossed down the drain with the little one being down with fever and both him and I having a very disturbed and relatively less amount of sleep. Just when I thought he has almost recovered, my daughter complained of feeling feverish today. I lectured her on and on about how she should lie down quietly and make an effort to sleep early at least today. She finally did fall asleep earlier than usual and a happy-and-relieved me got up and called my mother.

Now what do you think I heard my mother tell me?? 🙂 Just what I had told my daughter repeatedly! 🙂

As the Koel Sings

It’s one of those rare mornings when my little one is still asleep even though it’s already 7 am. He’s an early riser unlike me. I woke up to pacify him when he was talking something out loud from his dreams. Taking in the pitch dark surrounding, I thought it was sometime in the middle of the night. A glance at the time showed that it was 6 35 am!

Did I tell you that Singapore starts getting its first rays of light only at around 6 45? And now that the sunny, sweaty weather of Singapore is back, the evenings start bidding adieu to the sunlight only after 7?
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The Silent Outdoors!

13:45 on a Saturday afternoon. A play area nestled among 5 HDB (Housing Development Board) apartment blocks and another 10 more blocks 2-5 minutes walk away. Each block has anywhere between 12-16 stories and each storey has more than 10 apartments. Yet you don’t find even a single child playing in the play area. Considering the number of apartments, even on other days and at other times, only a few children come out to play. Not all would have gone to full day childcare or gone out somewhere. I really wonder what is it that the kids are doing all day at home on a holiday. Anything interesting other than screen time??

The Missed Fitness Goals

I have been struggling to reduce my weight for almost three years now. Walking 10K steps a day hasn’t really helped so far. Looks like it will give proper result only if I walk those steps at a stretch, which isn’t a possibility.

Skipping chocolates, ice creams and fried/oily foods completely too didn’t help.

Going in for a low-carb diet and skipping rice completely seems to be the new mantra, but I just love my sambhar/rasam/curd rice so much to completely let go of it.

What will definitely help is a good workout on a daily basis which I am not at all doing.

I fondly remember those breaks from work when my friends and I used to go to the weighing machine in office, check our weights, grumble over it and then, later, indulge in a samosa or Lays or Cafe Coffee Day’s Devil’s Own or a Caramel-flavoured (I forgot the exact name!) ice cream from Baskin & Robins. 😉 That was a decade back! How old do I feel!

From sometime in 2007, I started going for long walks. But it wasn’t until 2009 when I joined a Yoga class that I got any real workout done. Just 6 months of going to a class regularly and later continuing to doing it on my own for the next four years, albeit only on and off, did help me till then. After that, every time I started off afresh and did it for a few days or a couple of weeks at a stretch, something or the other caused me to take a break after which I never immediately resumed when I could.

Yoga gave my body a flexibility which, thankfully, still remains. Surya Namaskaram has always been my favourite.

Yesterday evening, just when my daughter and I were talking about the exercises that I should be doing, in walked my husband who started talking about starting off with a workout plan. And, thus, I started off with my exercises yet again yesterday. I hope to keep it going for at least a few months. This time, at least, I should.