Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Four Nights and Five Days (Meals Included)

The days are flying by. Full days at work, no maid, family and friends visiting, so much so fast.

Rahul’s almost entirely grown up on me. Vicky is holding on hard to the last of the childishness but I find myself withdrawing. More and more I draw away and watch them from a distance. I don’t know why. I don’t think I feel excluded as such. Would it have been different if I’d had a daughter? Or is this just an office parent vs home parent thing?

He spends a lot of time at Mejopishi’s now. I had thought maybe he would fret now that Cousin J’s left for Uni but he’s happy there. M’pishi spoils him silly and he is happy enough. I am around him for an hour or two in the evenings and this way, I don’t see him much over the weekends. Even this isn’t bothering me quite so much any more. He is now doing much what Dada and I used to – decamp to other homes at the drop of a hat. I don’t think this harmed our relationship with our parents and I do appreciate being able to do the housework without little feet getting in the way.

He’ll be three in a month’s time and this birthday, I’m ready. I’ve been ready for a three year old for a while. This year, I didn’t pick out his birthday party clothes six months ago. I haven’t got a guest list prepared and I don’t even have a theme. Just a cake and the goody bag fillings for his classmates. Got some fun stuff from Starmark yesterday. God knows I've never been an OTT mum in these things but I can see myself handing him some cash by his twelfth birthday and asking him to take his friends out on his own!

Thursday night I worked late, till 5 am, on a freelance project. I don’t know why I work so slowly at night. And how I can let myself get distracted so easily when I know I’ll pay for it the next day.

On Friday I hurried home as soon as I could. Rahul had gone off to Mejopishi’s and I hurriedly did some dishes and went off to meet Dipali at Woodlands. She’s broken her arm and was in bed looking wan and most un-Dipali-ish. After a good half an hour of gossip, I felt much better and didn’t scold her after all for scaring me half to death. Hurried back home, hurried through a sambar recipe (it turned out inedible because of me hurriedly throwing in about four times as much spice as was needed), hurried into a black mini and silver heels and hurried to Roxy to catch Dhruv do a stand up comic act.

BTW, if Dhruv Mookerji tours your city, I suggest you go catch him. He’s good. His act can do with polishing, but he’s really good. I had the laughingest hour at Roxy that night.

After that Sumit took Dana, Shuki, Priya and me to have ice cream (cake for me) at Mama Mia. Then we girls drove around and landed up at Priya’s place for a couple of hours gossip. Home at 2.

Saturday was spent at office so I missed Bertie’s show. Got home late. Had a warm bath (so soothing) and then Vicky and I had a quick bite at the Food Court in South City before going to watch GI Joe. Not bad fun. Vicky and I went to Pepper Chino for an ice cream afterwards. Most disappointing. The sundaes were tasty (very little choice though) but there was a rat around and they didn’t take cards and some little boy tried to gyp us into paying parking fees. He was in cahoots with the restaurant people, seemingly.

Sunday I slept in till about half past nine. Then I tackled the cleaning, the laundry, the tidying. It had just piled on all week. Nilu and Shoma came to lunch bringing some ilish and that’s what we ate. Rice with ilish mach bhaja and ghee and the frying oil. I went out for a bit to pick up some blouses and petticoats for Mashi from Gariahat (Sarada is my place, where do you buy yours?) but came back soon. Vicky went to pick Rahul up sometime after 5.

By 6.30 or so Anindya and Ruma joined us. It was fun, all of us sitting around chatting. Some time after 7 I started on the biriyani. It turned out rather nice, even if I do say so myself. Everybody was very complimentary about it and Vicky gamely finished the leftovers at the end of the meal. Rahul, of course, didn’t like it. We gave him a cup of ‘Owleeksh (Horlicks) instead. We do that a lot these days rather than fight with him to eat something he doesn’t want to. We all went out and got some paan and then the party broke up.

I went to bed late anyway. Spent two hours on the phone to Ma talking of I’m no longer quite sure what.

Monday started off all chirpy. Mad rush in the Metro. The new extensions added to old infrastructure added to officials who insist on only keeping two ticket counters open anywhere mean huge crowds. I wore Vicky’s brown cord shirt as a jacket to work. I feel the very slight nip in the air. Must be my southern blood.

Hurried home in the evening, hurried to meet Krishnamashi at the nursing home before visiting hours ended and took Rahul for a haircut afterwards. He really hates them, poor kid. These are the two things Vicky refuses to do: clip nails and take him for a haircut. I suppose it could be worse. Bought him ice cream afterwards. And then walked into SC to wash our hands and didn’t find our way out for another couple of hours!

We looked around for birthday gifts but nothing seemed to catch our fancy. Vicky asked him to choose something he liked, and he kept repeating it to himself, “Ami konta nebo, amar konta chai?” (Which one shall I take, which one do I want?) but didn’t really choose anything except for a Zoozoo figurine which I didn’t buy because it had “love” written very tackily over its chest. Vicky tells me there were others, unmarked ones, so I may just get him one of those later. We had dinner at the Food Court, contrary to earlier plans.

Another late night as I sat up sewing little bedsheets for his new toddler bed. We’ve cannibalised the pullout section of Cousin J’s bed to make a low little bed and I’ve been meaning to stitch him sheets to size for nearly a month now. I cut up an ancient sheet of ours to make two for him. So much more sewing waiting for me. And now it’s Tuesday evening. Tonight I intend to go to bed early!


Monika,Ansh said...

Phew!! You've had some really busy days but the good thing is that your days are always full of friends.

Beq said...

Woah! Breatthless! What did I do this weekend? Wait, I can't remember...no hang on, I do remember. I went to the Art Summit on Saturday, then went for a Jazz concert. Hung out with Kingshuk, where we bitched about all and sundry. Heard Rohan's album for the 89th time. Tried shameless self promotion and then felt ashamed. Smoked up. Um, can't remember the rest...oh, and sat around with Umaprasad and Eric Shipton and Google Earth and grinned like a madman.
Love to the Wee.

Sue said...

Monika -- That's true. Didn't think of it that way. Thanks.

Beq -- Woah! :) The Wee's back to you, I'm sure. And to Debopom.

Mama - Mia said...

i dont think its stay at home or working parents thing. Cubby just gets along with M better than me and there are times i am unaffected and there are times when i get really upset!

and life goes on! :)

and reading about your week always tires me out! :)


Mona said...

what a lovely coming back post!

Casuarina said...

You might like to try 'Woman's/Women's World' (not sure right now which), a teeny weeny shop on the lane parallel to Purna Das Road, the very next one in fact as you walk from Golpark more towards Gariahat more (after Tasty Fast Food Centre and before the Raymond shop, at the very opening of the lane, on your left, one shop down). It has awesome figure flattering blouses in most standard sizes. Hv mixed up the timings though, since it's quite a while now that I've been out of the country :-(

But yes, a lot of people I've sent to that miniscule store have returned home happy shoppers :-)

Sands said...

first time here. Loved it. Sounds very like my days and I really agree with you on letting the kids hang out with extended family :)

Rohini said...

Just to let you know I didn't skip this one :)

The Orange Cat said...

12th birthday...*wails loudly*...lucky boy!

Sameera said...

i love reading anything from you! :)

good that ur not private.

Ron said...

I associate blouses and Gariahat with Ladies Dream. Complete with serpentine queues of aggressive blous obsessed mashimas and boudis!! I almost got trampled by a herd of those just before Pujo *shudder*.. never again!!

Poppy said...

That sounds super busy. Can't you slow down a bit woman? I mean, really. You sound like a dear friend of mine who just can't say No to any new plan/socializing. And ends up wondering why she's so busy.

The husband feels left out in the bond that I share with D, but I don't think it has anything to do with working or not. It's a personality thing maybe. No harm in doing some fun things with him if you feel low about it though, you'll both be cheered afterwards.

tithi said...

sarada is my haunt, too :)
also my pishi directed me to this tiny place (or wait, there may be 2-3 shops there!) before lake market, when you are going from gariahat towards rashbehari, can't remember the name though, good stuff, slightly cheaper...but then nobody makes them better than sarada! maa and pishi are actually on first-name terms with the gentleman there ;)

Sue said...

Abha -- Reading about my week is crazier than living it, you know. :)

Mon -- Hugs back!

Casuarina -- Not looking to change my shop, thanks, but it's useful to know.

Sands -- Welcome. :)

Ro -- Aww. :)

Orange Cat -- Well, maybe. There's time yet to change my mind!

Sameera -- I never went private, hon. Just took a month's holiday.

Ron -- LOL! Yes, that's a dangerous time to go there. I went on Sunday, but at 3 pm and it was starting to fill up even then. *shudders*

Poppy -- I do say no but I try not to. I like being on the run. And Sunday was spent almost entirely at home. :)

As for the Vicky-Rahul thing, it's not bothering me right now. Just, you know, me in my corner, them being all male in their place. I suppose I better get used to it. With the best of intentions, cars aren't really my thing.

Tithi -- LOL! You know the Kimbadanti/Crystal Chopsticks lane? There's a small shop there which makes pretty decent blouses and they are cheaper. Sharada quality had dropped but they seem OK now.

Shrabonti said...

Sigh. You guys are in Calcutta and have such things as good ready-made blouses. In Bangalore it means a trip to the tailor (lousy) and there's no guarantee your stuff will be actually wearable. I do miss things like dependable tailors.

starry eyed said...

Got so tired reading about your doings...went away to take a deep breath:) Came back to leave a comment.

as for Rahul being three in a month's time, just did a post on how we moms make the kid older in the last coupla months before a birthday! And I somehow thought your Rahul was 4 or 5! Only three-to-be...how sweet:)

Casuarina said...

Of course ! :-)

dipali said...

Now I'm looking like me, na?
Having you along for my haircut was fun!

Sue said...

Shrabonti -- I do feel your pain. Getting a decent blouse stitched in Madras is a) so expensive b) so soul shattering that one tends to give up.

My best blouse tailors ever were in that one horse town called Vizag.

Casuarina -- :)

Dipali -- Yes, I had fun. And the coffee was super!

kbpm said...

why does he hate haircuts? mine does too, but thats generally because she wants to grow hair up to her 'buttocks'.

Sue said...

kbpm -- I don't know, he just does. At least he's stopped crying. I think the click of the scissors against his head scares him.