First non Delhi post

I and Vishal arrived in London on Friday for a weeks holiday. Sans baby. Yes, I realize how frightfully callous that sounds but he seems to be doing great till now. Thats how expendable we are. Having a great time here. There is so much to post about that I am going to talk about one topic at a time. I searched on the web a lot to figure out what kind of clothes to pack which would be comfortable and stylish enough to blend in. Needless to say I got it all totally wrong. Partly because I couldn't imagine how cold it could get while sweltering in Delhi and my pregnancy induced woefully deprived winter wardrobe didn't help matters any. The first thing to remember is that London weather is actually as schizoid as they say. The weather fluctuates from pleasantly sunny to raining hailstones within a matter of minutes, so it is essential to be prepared for any eventuality. The Londoners are extremely resilient and manage to go about their daily routine without a quiver of the stiff upper lip. So, wardrobe essentials if you are visiting London in summer are:
1. A foldable umbrella - carry it about at all times
2. A pair of stretch jeans
3. A versatile all weather jacket which can be worn over jeans and dresses, preferably with a hood.
4. Multiple dresses
5. Black woolen tights to wear with the dresses
6. A couple of interesting sweaters or shrugs for layering
7. A comfortable pair of ankle length boots - they should be wearable with both jeans and dresses and you should be able to walk endlessly in them
8. A small cross shoulder messenger bag to carry essentials
9. Interesting accessories - make them as ethnic as possible. Now is the time you bring out those chunky turquoise beads

I wish someone had told me all this a week back, my photos would be a lot better. Toodles for now, as they are supposed to say in these parts although I haven't heard it till now. 

Back to the mother ship

I took Vihaan to get his Hepatitis B shot today. We still consult the Paediatrician  who attended his delivery at the same hospital he was born in. This is reasonably convenient except that we get caught in peak office hour traffic in the mornings. The alternative would be to consult him at his clinic in the evenings. I still brave the traffic and go to the hospital because Vihaan has always been scheduled for a vaccination at each of his visits. Now, here is a trade secret. Big hospitals with a busy paediatric department administer a lot of injections in a day, so think of it as a restaurant with a high turnover. Automatically their injections are not stored for too long as they are used up continuously. When getting your shots administered at a private clinic it is possible the vaccines may have been in storage for a while. Some injections are available in multiple user vials, that is once opened they can be used for multiple injections. These especially may be dangerous if they have been stored after they have been opened, for lack of sufficient number of patients on the same day.

I like going to the hospital with Vihaan because it provides me with a visual confirmation of how much he has grown since we first started going there.

So at our initial visit he was among the smallest babies in the waiting room except the premies. Then gradually month by month I started seeing more babies his size until today when he seemed to be among the bigger ones. The little sleeping wrinkled faces with the tiny clenched fists gave me a pang because Vihaans tiny baby phase already seems so distant. Meanwhile Vihaan was on his best social behaviour- jumping, squawking and wriggling at all the entertaining babies and bright lights. The hospital visits also let me know how well we are keeping up with current baby fashion. I get pretty jealous if I see a kid in a smarter outfit or a nicer stroller. Also it enables me check out the other mothers to see how well I am faring on the post partum weight loss game ( Not too well, my current regimen consists of eating cheesecake and muttering under my breath when I see Padma Lakshmi in yet another bikini ). I sure as hell am not going to look like that at one year post partum, above or below the neck.

 I am eternally grateful that babies have the attention span of a fish because that means Vihaan cries for about 3 seconds after an injection before getting distracted by something and going back to normal smiling mode.   

Champions !

All roads in Delhi led to India Gate

We watched THE match at home last night and actually changed channels in despair after Sehwag and Tendulkar got out in quick succession. But all is well that ends well and we went to catch the celebrations at India Gate which looked like a rave waiting to happen. I am sure the happiest people were the hawkers selling psychedelic coloured rods and the red horns.

 I never realized so many cars have sun roofs till I saw all the celebrating legless torsos.  No longer will the believers be taunted for the team failing to deliver, we can rest easy for the next twenty eight years now. 

This Floor has holes in it

I am redecorating a larger room in our house as the current room we are in has become just too cramped for the three of us. We seem to keep using either our or the babys bed or my feeding chair as storage space and keep throwing stuff onto the surface not in use at the moment. The idea was to move into the new room by the time I joined back at work but obviously that hasn’t happened. The larger room has the advantage of loads of sunlight besides space but as it is located in the front of the house, facing the road, you can hear a cacophonous medly of vehicle horns and screeching tires and hawkers selling sports shoes  at peak traffic hours.

The room now

I was planning to install sound proof window glass but I guess I’ll just have to live with it for now.We initially aimed at minimal changes in the room which would fit into our meagre budget while still rendering the room habitable.( Rahul, you hear that ? Your London jaunt is depriving your only nephew of a jungle theme  painted wall and me of any hope of sleep )We started with constructing a floor to ceiling fitted wardrobe as the room had no storage space whatsoever. This cost about 67% more than we had anticipated and hence further work came to a screeching halt.

The finished wardrobe

 I therefore  abandoned all plans of remodelling the bathroom and have settled for making it barely functional.  ( It is a space to cleanse ones innards and outards and does not encourage any lingering once that is accomplished ) However, as can be seen the current mosaic floor is grimy, grotty,stained and has holes of various sizes scattered about it.

 I picked out an off white patterned tile for the floor which unfortunately looks a vaguely dingy grey now that it is getting fixed on the floor. Fingers crossed, the final result is better. The new curtains have already arrived, so that leaves only some glass shelves to be fixed and we’ll be ready to move in. Behold, the before photos.( I think I should ask Colin and Justin to heist my home except that they seem to only fix homes in London suburbs )    

Game On !

The World Cup Semi Final match between India and Pakistan has begun  in Mohali. India has won the toss and elected to bat first. My father in law is stuck in a traffic jam somewhere between Chandigarh and Mohali. As I am sure are quite a few of our nations movers and shakers who have managed to snag a precious ticket after hectic last minute lobbying. All flights to Chandigarh are booked to capacity and most of them are delayed to make way for the chartered flights of the high and mighty. All roads lead to Mohali today and most of them whether in the air or on the ground, are jammed. Due to the intense media hype this match has become the place to be seen if you are anyone to be reckoned with. A lot of people are arriving in the afternoon and leaving after the first innings, giving them just enough time for a photo op. I can’t figure out how half of Delhi seems to be headed to watch the match if the stadium only has a total capacity of 45,000.I suspect most of the people supposedly in the stadium  are actually holed up in hotel rooms on the outskirts of Delhi watching the match on T.V. Or maybe they’ve obtained tickets on a timeshare basis, three people waiting outside the stadium for each seat and exchanging places in a rapid relay fashion. I know, I know, the grapes might as well be lemon drops.

Having poured scorn on all the pretentious glitterati, I can now get back to watching the match on our itsy bitsy T.V. May the best team win !    

Wrong Size, Wrong Time

Once upon a time, long long ago in a place far,far away I was a size zero. I had a 24 inch waist , could stuff my face from dawn to dusk and barely cast a shadow at noon. I also had skinny bitch attitude fortified by a sibling with weight issues since childhood. I had a pleasant time in school and college wandering around in skin tight Ts tucked into faded jeans which naturally frayed and tore over half a decade of regular use. This combined with a crew cut led people to mistake me for a 12 year old urchin at frequent intervals, once memorably by a policeman in the wee hours of the morning but thats another story.

I gradually gained about 4 kgs during my mid to late twenties and though not size zero any longer, I barely managed to move to size S from XS. You know where this is headed. I now have eight kgs of post pregnancy weight still clinging to me tenaciously in all the wrong places. None of my pre pregnancy clothes fit me any longer and I have no money for a new wardrobe having been unemployed for the past few months. So I have dug out old salwar kameez material which I had formerly turned my nose up at and despatched them off to the tailor, in order to have a reasonable work wardrobe. My play wardrobe consists of a pair of discount Benetton jeans ( size 28, the horror of it all ) a couple of track pants and loads of T shirts left behind by Rahul when he went to HK. I thought breastfeeding is supposed to help in losing weight gained during pregnancy, mine sure doesn’t seem to be budging. I still have the “currently lactating” excuse to avoid rigorous dieting for now but that will not last forever and then I’ll have to really face facts. Currently my regime consists of doing about ten crunches a day while enviously watching Heidi Klum, Malaika Arora Khan and Victoria Beckham prancing around on T.V. Really Vhictoria, pregnant with your fourth kid and still looking like Oliver Twist ? I think the easier route to take would be to join one of the organizations panning the media for promoting an unattainable body image thus causing mental agony and physical detriment to young mothers  around the world. As an aside, anyone know what happened to Bridget Jones once she got pregnant ?   

Walk in the Woods

Rahul, my brother in law, is home for a week from Hong Kong before leaving for London to complete the remaining part of his MBA. Yes, I envy his globetrotting days which seem a distant dream for me now. Don’t envy the enormous student loan however. Rahul and Vishal share a birthdate one year apart, in March. Both were born by elective Caesarean section so I am sure that as the younger one, Rahul was born either pre or post mature to ensure the coincidence.

The entire clan set off for a trip to Corbett national park to celebrate the joint birthday, baby and kitchen sink included. The onward drive from Delhi took us six hours while the return journey was around seven hours. Vihaan was extremely well behaved during the car journey, sleeping most of the time and jumping happily from lap to lap when awake. I fed him just before leaving and we had a pitstop at the McDonalds in Gajrola where he had a cerelac happy meal and diaper change. We stayed at the Infinity Corbett Resorts for two days. I know I keep ranting against luxury resort holidays but those are the only kind I seem to be taking these days. I guess advanced pregnancy, the presence of an infant and senior citizens are good enough excuses to park my lazy ass in air conditioned comfort for now. The resort had pleasant rooms with a psedo rustic decor, bamboo roofs and tiled floors. The highlight of the resort was definitely its location right on the banks of the Kosi river. This ensured phenomenal views of the river and the surrounding hills both from our balcony and the restaurants sun deck. The buffet meals were good and included some unusual items like Achari baingan besides the usual kadai paneer and butter naan. The staff was extremely attentive and went out of their way to ensure our comfort. They also had a lovely, well maintained pool which we unfortunately couldn’t use much as the water was freezing. The river was easily accessible by steps from the garden. Although we failed to sight any tigers, we still had a nice, relaxing break from the urban noise and pollution.

I had genuinely forgotten how wonderful it feels to sit under a canopy of stars listening to the murmur of a river flowing by. The ideal life would be if I could live where the morning star is brightly visible while continuing to work in Delhi. I was particularly attentive to Venus watching because I was reading The Glass Castle which is Jeanette Walshs account of her extremely unorthodox childhood. Her parents child rearing methods comprised of equal parts stubborn eccentricity and simple negligence but being highly intelligent and well read they do manage to instill a fierce survival instinct in Jeanette and her siblings. The book is very well written and on more than one instance it made me want to pause and just somehow shake some sense into her parents heads. I think on some level, every person capable of critical analysis thinks that their parents could have done a better job  in certain aspects of their upbringing. For example, I always wished I had studied in schools where I would have been more intellectually challenged. But reading autobiographies like these just made me realize how easy I had it and of course I resolved to do the best job I can with my son.