Main, Katrina!

We are at a stage with the baby girl where we point to things and she says (whatever and however she can), what it is. So the Bangalore Times arrives with a smiling Katrina Kaif gracing its first page and the maid points to her and says "Yeh kaun hai?" and my girl goes "Amma", very confidently and evidently very happily. I loved her a thousand times more at that moment (as if that was possible!).
So, it turns out not only am I blind to her flaws (flaws? what flaws?) and think she looks like how Aishwarya Rai must have looked in her childhood (if not better), she too thinks I am rocking it like Katrina Kaif! Muuuaaah! I love you!

As it hit me..

I had seen the signs some months back, I knew it was coming but I didn't know it would be this bad. This just makes life so difficult... Whatever am I going to do?? It revealed to me completely, in its most painful form on the Saturday night (as I watched the movie, Agneepath) - I have turned into a mush ball, completely and probably irredeemably (Mushball -there I just created a word, or a phrase if you will. Don’t believe me? Try googling it - you wouldn’t find it in the way I mean it yet you perfectly understand what I am saying).

I have reached zero tolerance levels for anything happening to kids (girl children in particular), or parents (what will happen to the kids??).. I see it and I get this feeling in my stomach, I feel the lowest low ever, darkness descends before my (crying) eyes, my BP plummets to what I am sure are single digit levels... nothing nothing seems right with the world and I ache to physically be able to get into the newspaper, the screen, to set things right. I understand this is a difficult situation to be in, in India, as kids (and as are semi-clad women) are used shamelessly to evoke the sentiments and sell everything (from toothpastes to motor cycles). Telly serials are also waking up to their potential as tear-jerkers. For me, I don't even need the gritty, real-life incidents to induce this attack, over-the-top corny situations are also enough (As I have discovered to my huge discomfort). And since most people dying, getting hurt or TV or films are either parents or children, it leaves me nowhere.

Of course it is do with my recent foray into motherhood and my over active imagination (at least in this regard). As someone had said that once you become a mother be prepared to have your heart walk out of your body for the rest of your life… I just did not know it would also be available for the world to walk over it so easily…

Moved by mauve..

My favourite time of the year at Bangalore. Not weather-wise because it could be a little cooler (who is complaining though?), but just the way the city is covered with mauve flowers (Jacaranda?) everywhere. They are on the roads and on the trees, striking against the clear blue skies. They will also always remind me of the time when we moved into our home, they were in full bloom then too...