Friday, February 25, 2011

Change

I've said it before and I'll say it again, what's with you guys adding me to your readers only when I stop posting? I mean, are you trying to drop me a hint here or something? I've noticed it before. I blog my little heart out and there is a comment or two, some sporadic visits, nothing much. Then I haven't the time to blog for ages and suddenly ten more people are following me. Humph.

It's been a busy two months here. First two weeks of Jan I was busy with work. I had taken on all the work that came my way and worked days and nights at one point. On 16 January Reshmi, a cousin-in-law, got married. It was a great wedding, full of fun and gossip and laughter. I picked up a new tradition or two (I had never encountered an ananda naru (a deep fried laddu made for special occasions) before, for example) and seemed to acquire a bit of a reputation for my sarees. I wore a madisar for the haldi ceremony, my purple Benarasi in the old fashioned Bengali style for the wedding and had planned to wear a peacock blue Benarasi in the Parsi style for the reception, but I spent my dressing time unpicking the seams on the blouse, so I think we should just count ourselves lucky I did not land up in jeans and a t shirt... Rahul spent a worried few minutes wondering whether I would need to become a "bou" (bride) too, but he seemed reassured when I told him all that was safely past.

The wedding festivities and aftermath took some days. Then we celebrated our fifth anniversary, Vicky and I, over the weekend, and a lovely celebration it was, too. I have finally decided to forgive him for inviting cousin J to celebrate our first anniversary with us and taking me to a Udipi for dinner for our fourth.

Shortly after that, the man moved out of his home office and set up camp in our old room in his parents' flat. While the moving out was not precisely propitious, I must say the overall benefits outweigh the cons. This almost daily contact with his mother seems to be good for them both, for one thing, and another mother and son, to wit Sunayana Roy and her son, needed this time to themselves. It's been too long since Rahul and I have had each other to ourselves.

Then followed an educational crisis which blew up into ridiculous proportions -- trust my family to ensure that -- but eventually the dust settled down. In the wake of all this we have been dealing with many changes, some big, some small, but all of them very different from what we have hitherto been accustomed to.

Small changes include Rahul gulping down a teaspoon or two of pulp in his daily fresh orange juice (the trauma!), a big one has been sitting down to study some everyday. After a horrifying conversation with his new teachers I realised that my gut feeling had been right, that despite the glowing report from his school, he did not in fact really know half the stuff he should have. so we have been working on that. Progress is bumpy, but he recognises his shapes, mostly knows the alphabet, can count to fifty with a couple of prods only and is starting to write, if writing is what I must call it. Mind you, it is hard not to beam with pride when he brings me his little slate covered with his wobbles, all delighted at having written a whole letter or a word. He has learnt some spellings too, for fun, although the logic of phonetics seems to have passed him by. It will be a while before he spells his way through a para, far less a book, but thanks to Evie, he knows his tweetle beetles.

Vicky switched streams in this period too, in a manner of speaking. He left his major clients, for whom he had worked the last four years, and went back to the less predictable world of freelancing. It seems to suit him, so I have no complaints.

And I, not content to leave well alone, have started French and Italian classes JU. I have no business in the French classes really, not at this baby level, but I figured it would give me a through brushup and since it's JU, money's not really an issue if I drop it midway (which I hope I don't do, though). Italian is wholly new to me and it's fun so far. Let us see how that goes. Come March and I will start work on Amar Ma Bolechhe Korish Na, Shuktara's version of My Mother Said I Never Should for The Red Curtain. It will be grand to be back on stage although I see difficult days ahead where I have to mug up Bengali lines.

We are developing a new rhythm to our days now. Vicky drops Rahul to school, not I, and is slowly learning to pick up the bread/milk etc. He comes home, bathes and leaves. I make the most of my two free hours before I go to pick the boy up. The daily drives still worry me, especially at certain intersections, but I stick to my beloved second gear and tell myself that at least I can't kill anybody at that speed. (Cross your fingers quick!) Vicky comes home for lunch and Rahul's bathtime and leaves once more. He returns in time for me to leave for my classes. I come home in time for dinner.

Speaking of change... one of more interesting things that happened around New Year was the N8 I was gifted as a Nokia promotion. I had to pay duty for it, but all in all, I must say I'm enjoying my new phone. I loved the packaging it came in. The courier guy dropped off a big cardboard box which opened to reveal a smaller cardboard box in which reposed a smart little leather briefcase. Inside that was a big book with colourful pages filled with pullouts and popups that led up to a little 'drawer' in which reposed this smart green Nokia N8. The colour fazed me -- to be strictly honest I'd have preferred the gray or the black, but I was too excited to care much. Besides, Dipali said this green seemed to be more my colour than the sober ones!

It has taken me time to get used to a touch phone and I still take time over the new menu options, but that's the hazard of any new phone. I was not initially impressed with the camera, but after fiddling with the settings a bit, I'm happy with the photographs I've taken. Sample this:


For some reason the Ovi site will not let me register so I'm not really exploring the whole fun of this phone but that's probably a good thing. Being online 24/7 cannot be a good thing for a 'net addict like me... but in the meantime I've been downloading games and taking photographs and sorting out my cumbersome address book. Fun stuff. And, of course, showing off my 'free' new phone!

UPDATE
I just saw that Itchy posted pics of the box and book that she received from Nokia. Go take a look, I loved the packaging, like I said. And just my luck... she gets the black and would rather have had the green, LOL!

12 comments:

R's Mom said...

Wow you wore a Madisar for the haldi..awesome!
and Rahul is so cute :) and congrats on the N8..gosh you have put in too much info in one post...but great reading all of it :)

Sue said...

R's Mom -- It's one of my 'memory' posts, where I put down all the things I don't want to forget. Isn't the phone cute? I lou it.

Unmana said...

Re the first paragraph: "You say it best when you say nothing at all"?

U said...

Lovely photo! Second Gear is my favourite too. You have the body for a madisar. I can only fantasise about wearing one.

dipali said...

So many changes, but all for the good, methinks:)
Reminds me of the old Dionne Warwick song, Some Changes are for Good:
Didn't you ever want to climb
The highest mountain you could find?
Didn't you ever want to do it all?
Didn't you ever want to do it all?

Long ago I heard a voice
Telling me I had no choice
Take a chance 'cause even if you fall
At least you know you tried to do it all.......

Sue said...

Unmana -- *bop*

U -- But why? I would think you would make an adorable maami. I feel like a beanpole in mine. IMO short and a little chubby is best, but better short than chubby if one has to choose. I'm always petrified my 'legs' are riding up!

Dipali -- Well, that hardly helps. Here you are telling me not to go to NY and here you also are, telling me to try to do it all. *scratches head*

dipali said...

I'm a bundle of contradictions, Sue!!! Please go to NY, but once the admission process is sorted!

Sue said...

Dipali -- I've decided not to go and I've also decided to not think about it any more because there's no point. Next year will have its own demands and it will be even more difficult to get away. It's OK, I guess I was over-reaching myself.

Sparx said...

Great post - and I read your sari posts as well... is that you? And you've had a baby? I am enormously envious! The N8 looks good too - are you using it?

Sue said...

Sparx -- Careful photo cropping. (I'm no good at the rest of it) ;) The N8 is great fun, actually. I've been using it two months now and I discover something new all the time. I've finally found a game I love, so life's good.

Sparx said...

Ha! The only thing you cropped off those pics was your head :) You look great!

Sue said...

Sparx -- Thanks :)