Happy Birthday to my dear Daughter
Laaija turned three this 11th of December.
The above photo popped up on my Facebook timeline and looking at it, you’d think that he took the photo just as he’s about to tidy up the mess. No, no, no, you’re mistaken. That photo was perhaps to signal me that I’m few moments late to another clean-up session after our daughter’s usual toy-darting, toy-throwing routine.
Let me tell you a story from the yonder years of late 2007, few months after I married him.
I was vacationing in our home-town, Manipur and left my husband alone in Bombay for few weeks. Damn! I should have taken a photo of the scene at our home when I returned. He, with his usual ‘best’, did tried to clean up aka ‘masked up the scene of crime’. However, the stark shock I had the moment I entered the door was something that will send chills of amused anger up my spine as long as I can remember.
As I entered the door, I could smell the dust and the only clean path-way was the way from the door to his work table. Few newspaper sheets of a week olds were arranged linearly, which I later discovered, he used it to walk to his desk (thus avoiding the dust that have settled). That’s the innovation from my husband, and I’m particularly proud of that.
As for the kitchen, a glance at the gas stove, I can say with utmost certainty what he ate ever since I left, what spices he used and how many times did he burnt the container where he made tea.
Of course, I was there so it had to be cleaned. I had to summoned the help of a local maid, fed her and gave her extra “bakshis” to make the home livable again.
I finally decided to write or rather have a blog where I can scribble, post photos and do the ‘cool’ stuffs that everyone else seems to be doing - you know - stolen quotes from others, photo of funny cats, et al.
Now, let me also introduce you to my daughter - Laaija - she is the sweet, cute one. I might be talking more about her than anything on this blog. She’s turning three this 11th December (2011).
Ah! I almost forgot, I’ve a husband too, who seems to be more married to something else than me - his work, something he keeps mentioning about “Startups”, change the world and such nonsense. He thinks he is smart but I know all the truth, he is just someone who just cannot be normal like everyone else.