The other side of motherhood

I threaten my kids that:

  • I would lock them inside the store room if they continue crying.
  • If they cry continously till they vomit, I would make sure they clean it all up on their own.
  • I would leave the younger one with paathi should he continue to pee on the bed.
  • I would throw away his (the younger one’s) fish if he talks rudely to me.

and yes, I tell them to shush up if they keep on talking.

More on another day…



I first started learning bharathanatyam when I was about 11 years old. Four years later, at fifteen, I completed salangai pooja, the inaugural dance performance on stage. Before I knew it, 2 years passed by and I was 17. It was the year of a major examination, SPM. Two months before the exam, I stopped going to dance class to concentrate more on the exam preparations.

That was the last I ever learnt dance. Or so I thought. College happened. Degree happened. Work happened. Career happened. Love happened. Marriage happened. Babies happened. My grandma’s death happened.

The reason I mention my grandma’s death is because it served as a catalyst of sorts. What is life if you do not live it the way you wanted.

I realized I was 38 and have always wanted to start back dance from where I left off. I started looking for a dance school. The first one did not match my work schedule as I was working from home following the European timing. The second one, well, that was almost match made in heaven.

I connected through FB and I was asked to come for a trial class on July 2017. Off on a Saturday, I went for a trial and was asked to join immediately. Not only I started learning my dance, I in fact even performed in December for the school’s annual day within 6 months of joining the dance school. All this after a gap of 21 years.

Talk about achievement!



So, the PS4 was ordered on Monday, delivered on Friday, unboxed and fixed on Saturday and on full use on Sunday.

The son, N, has been consistently receiving good marks with vast improvement from one semester to the other. Came year two final semester and he was the top 5 in his class with almost straight As except for Math. He got a B+ by missing a point for A.

The father promised him either Nintendo or PS4 if he gets straight As. Seeing that he almost made it, the father relented and agreed to get him any one of the game console as he wished. As much as I did not agree, the father managed to convince me saying N deserved it for the effort he put in to get the As. Which I agree.

The boy did put it so much of effort which I am not capable of pulling off as an eight year old or as a thirty eight year old.

So with that, we got him a PS4 last week, albeit, delayed by 5 weeks. The delay deserves another post of its own, by the way.




I have phobia of birds. The smaller or more colorful they are or their feathers are more prominent, the more I fear them.  I start palpitating. I am unable to talk or move. I freeze just like that. In short, they give me the creeps.

And my eldest son said to me that I have a bird-like face. So did my sister. *sigh*


The wonderful MIL…not

My husband turned 40 just a week before his grandma passed on. I had a surprise birthday party planned for him. Due to the unexpected passing of his grandma, I thought why not have the surprise element in another event which is slated for the coming month. Especially when the invitees are pretty much the same group of people.

The event was my SIL’s wedding reception among close relatives and friends. I whatsapped my SIL and shared with her my thoughts. She was cool with the idea and told me to proceed. Just to double confirm, I told her she is under no obligation to agree and that we could always have another celebration. She dismissed me and asked me to proceed.

I went about looking for a baker and got into ordering the cake. The D-day came. Giving some lame excuses and ensuring my husband doesn’t find out about the cake and the celebration in tow, off I went to collect the cake and to pass it to my in laws as the reception/cake cutting was to be held there.

I passed the cake to my MIL and told her that this is my husband’s cake. And do not disclose to him as we are having a surprise cake cutting later during the reception. I left their house feeling proud that I managed to pull it off and it is going to be such a huge surprise for my husband as he would not have seen it coming.

Within 10 minutes of reaching my house, my MIL calls me. Apparently, this reception is about my SIL and it would not be nice to cut a birthday cake. Furthermore, it is a small cake and would not be enough for everyone.

A 3 kg will not be enough. And everyone needs to have a slice of it, apparently. I told her that this was discussed much earlier with her daughter and I proceeded with this whole plan only after her consent.

In less than 5 minutes, my SIL sends me a whatsapp, almost parroting the mother and says we could cut the cake towards the end with only close family members.

Me being me, said no thanks to the ‘offer’.

We had a mini celebration at home with just the four us the next day.

All ended well. Not a piece of the 3 kg cake was sent to my MIL.



Never say never

So, I was talking to my colleagues on how it is almost impossible for me to work from home. That I needed a proper office set up to work productively and for the work mood to set in.

And then, my boss puts a bomb on my head that he needs me to support the EMEA team by supporting the Middle East region. Which means my work time would follow the EMEA team working hours. Which means I would be working remotely from home.

The temporary 3 months lasted for 9 long months.

Yeah, laugh at me. Thanks, Murphy and you too Karma.

Though I was grumbling very often and was least happy, it actually did some good to me. I had lots of time to reflect on me and my life.

After the morning rush, I was actually all alone at home. At one point, I was even jogging at  a park near my house. Where I lost my car keys after it fell off my back pocket. And for a cute guy to hand it over to me. Maybe, I should write a post on that later.

Left to my own device to do my thing before it was time to log in to work, I used this time to get groceries or buy lunch for me. Even prep for dinner which I cooked like a headless chicken during my break time. The TV was usually on while I work except when there are conference calls.

The drawback was, I was a full time house and a working mother simultaneously. There was no segregation of time between these two roles. It took me awhile to eventually find my footing. And I hated to be working and not spending idle time with my family when they were back from school or work. That sucked big time for me.

It also meant my evenings are occupied with work. I just can’t make any major plans like going for a leisurely dinners or even to the movies on a Friday night.

That part of life sucked really.



Below shoulder length hair

After years of having really short & coloured hair, I have taken a 180 degrees turn and grew my hair for the whole of last year. It is now way below my shoulders and is pitch black.

I did have the itchy fingers syndrome where the urge to cut my hair real short sometime just after the new year.

However the compliments and requests to keep it long made me change my mind.

Who could say no to compliments? 😉