!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> A Mama's World: April 2005

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Oiling one's way through

Arunav has to be given the oil bottle to play with before he allows anyone to massage him - he loves to chew on the bottle - Johnson watch out for your new adline.
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Saturday, April 23, 2005

Few of my favourite things

My hair brush(to chew)
 Dadaji's pen
 The Red car
 Mamma's office bag
 Anything that is in the kitchen
 Kirin's Lemon Tea Pet bottle
 The door stop
 Tongs (half of it)
 Picking rings with only my thumb and giving a tarzan-like shout
 and of course all time favourite glasses(spectacles)

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Friday, April 22, 2005

Religion

I have always been an ardent admirer of Swami Vivekananda and his teachings. I always believe religion should unite people not divide them. Unfortunately, religion today serves exactly the divisive purpose. Even within relegion there's so much of division: Muslims/Shia Sunni; Christians/Catholic Protestant; Hinduism/ apparently none - Surprise - there's a hinduism of bengalis there's a hinduism of marwaris and I know not how many more - definitely as many sects as many interpretations ..... why cant humanity be the guiderule of all religions - as He said "Shobar upore manush shotyo tahar upore nai" ("Man is higher than all animals, than all angels; none is greater than man" -found this rough translation in the Ramakrishna Mission Institute of Culture website)

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Thursday, April 21, 2005


I dont want to eat - dont you get the message? Posted by Hello

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Monday, April 18, 2005

Touched

Happiness is so nebulous - sometimes a smile from a stranger when you are really stressed helps. Today it was a simple act of help from the Human Resource Department of my office which touched me. I was scrambling to get a last minute documentation completed for my application for DayCare to be submitted to the Minato Ward Office - when Hirota-san sent me a mail asking for the relevant person's number so he could talk to him. I did not have it and was struggling to get through the Ward Office with my sub-standard Japanese skills - by the time I managed to contact him - he told me Hirota-san had just talked to him. (I guess he could guess the delay was due to language) - a simple act on his part but one he was not obliged to do.

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Sunday, April 17, 2005

Jumping off the sofa

Papa pls let me jump off the sofa. Posted by Hello

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Friday, April 15, 2005

Shubho Noboborsho(Happy New Year!)

Today's the start of Bengali New Year - Poila(1st) Boishakh(name of the first month in Bengali calendar). Wish Everyone a Happy and Prosperous New Year!

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Even in Stone Age I doubt if they thought it doesnt matter if a girlchild lives or dies - only a son needs to be taken care of.....I doubt it very much. When and how did human thought process undergo such degradation? I would very much like to know. I pray to whoever is the almighty force that governs things not within our control - be it God or pure Entropy ..... let my son develop better respect for the complimenting gender.

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Thursday, April 14, 2005

Little Villain

--> It is such good fun to poke into papa's eyes - by the turn of the year not only will mama be bald but papa will be blind too.

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Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Receding hairline

Not as much from age as from the pulls of the little fireball. First thing he does when he wakes up in the morning is grab the few hairs on my forehead and give them a powerful enough tug to displace them from their roots - result my forehead will soon resemble a football ground - in Bengali "gorermath".

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Thursday, April 07, 2005

Bear exhibition at Roppongi Hills

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Messy Feeding

Posted by Hello ...and these are the civilized photos.

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Self Realizations

Arunav's sleeptime sometimes leads to introspections. Here's the result:

> I have a limited sense of humour - I fail to see anything funny when my mother tongue is laughed at.
> I can be very vindictive when I am harmed.
> I am capable of immense love and I can melt when Arunav smiles back at me.(Oxytocin?)
> I love the Sakura season - the pinkish white blossoms all around makes me feel euphoric.
> My friends mean a lot to me....Mithu, Ruma, Ananya, Rakhi, Satyajit, Deepak, Raman, Kakul, Nikunj, Sejal, Nandini, Nandana.....etc
> I am very lucky to have Shyam as my husband.

Wake up time!

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Video Blog

At last I found the answer to my query of 21st Feb - yess, Google is launching it finally - yippie! Google to start 'video blogging'

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Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Feeding Blues

While Arunav had his second teeth showing it's pearly head on end of March - I am still struggling to feed him solids. This morning he seemed to relish on the bread crumbs I gave him but normally he refuses to have anything which I attempt to feed him - he wants to do it on his own. Books say it is good but I am having a nightmare since mushy foods(still the major part of the diet) all end up on the carpet(recently on the table mat I use to save my carpet) - none in his tummy.

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Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Stone Age

I can say I have spent a month in Stone Age

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Monday, April 04, 2005

Watch your heart roaming outside

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The lady in the train looked down at the wide grin that Arunav was giving her and to my surprise there was no reciprocating smile on her face(I feel sad for her, I am sure she needs that smile more than anyone else). I watched Arunav still giving that wide wide gummy grin. I am not sure whether it was my fancy but I could sense his disappointment or confusion at the lack of reciprocation - as if he was wondering why this lady has a different face than the ones who normally looked at him (normally everyone smiles).

I think he is still too small to feel hurt or disappointment - but it hurt me so much just by thinking he was hurt and I can do nothing to alleviate it. I realized what they mean by 'having a child is to be forever prepared to watch your heart roaming around outside.'

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Pots and Pans

There was a time when the presence of these objects in our living room was unthinkable. But now that those are his favourite play objects and living room being safer than the kitchen - all my utensils find their way out to this erstwhile supposed-to-be-picture-perfect place called living room - sigh sigh!

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