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I am going to be a bad bad mother, not that I am in a hurry for becoming one. But yes, I realized it last night, when I found out that the shelf life of my anger is 2 min max. Last night I got very angry with AB for doing things which meant not giving me enough time and I walked into my room, when he followed, I made him sit far and turned my back. And what did I do having turned my face away? I started laughing. It all seemed a joke, my anger - silly. I tried my best not to move a lot while laughing or I'd lose the game. Anyway, I turned around to face him, and why should he look a lot cuter when I get angry? So we spoke and in 10 min we were normal. I was not like this before...

Does that mean he won't do the same things again? NO. Does it mean I am too forgiving and loving? NO. Does it mean he really looks cuter when I get angry on him? Maybe (He's started working out too, me likes it :-)). Let's face it - I am WEAK. If this is what is happening to me with AB, imagine how cute I'd find the kids that would look like mini AB.

Looks like I'll join the party when I see them colouring the walls and AB would be the parent!
That would be a good way of getting back at him I suppose :-)

I finally have captured some pictures of my fish, chosen names too :)

Meet John Abraham

He is the handsomest fish in the lot! He also poses quite willingly everytime I get closer to the tank with my camera while the others run away and hide. He comes to meet me each time I go closer to the tank, and feels my hand the most when I have it inside the tank. This name was but natural for him :-)

Meet Govinda

I kept him this name because he keeps dancing around the tank all the time. After seeing 'Do Knot Disturb', I can say that he also does 'Dolly dolly dolly' a lot. Secondly his colour combination is typically Govinda style! After feeding him, he goes around the tank at 200 miles per hour! Crazy fish! Whoever says looking at fish releases your stress, think again. I can vouch for the fact that watching him can actually cause you motion sickness!



Meet Fadya

AB chose this name which means 'a coward'. This fish is the biggest chicken I have ever seen - no wonder his tank mates gang up and bully him. Seriously! They corner him and poke his tummy, and he neither looks tickled nor pleased. AB calls Fadya his fish. Coz when AB comes closer to the tank, Fadya automatically swims towards him as if to say 'hi' :)



Meet Lord Gordon Grey

Yes, he is a Lord (I really wanted to give one of my fish an English name). He leads the other fish, knows instantly when food is dropped in the tank, keeps nibbling things the whole day, others fear him and he is the smartest of the lot. A true leader and a megalomaniac. And a living example of gluttony. Oh, he once thought my hand is a giant lump of food and bit it!






Family photo...

They are simply one more source of joy in the ups and downs of life! It feels good to go home and check them out first even before removing my shoes. Stupid cuties :)

Although they are so tiny they have their own personalities like I mentioned above. This particular breed are known for multiplying like crazy. Which is why I have all males. If I were to introduce females, it would be in the ratio of 1male:3females else the females will get sexually stressed out and die! Also, I must make sure I have plenty of plants in the tank for the females to hide from the despo males! This breed knows this characteristic of itself so well that in a river in Mexico, they sexually assaulted females of other species, leading to death thus driving other species into extinction (can't find the link to put up)! Oh, did I say they are supposed to have a memory span of 3 seconds? Figure it out!

My friend V saw them and asked "Why did AB give you fish? I mean fish are stupid! You cannot pet or cuddle them..."
I said "we are trying to take up responsibilities one step at a time dear - fish first, maybe a hamster or a guinea pig next, then a dog and then finally a kid!"
*winks* *winks*

You, your partner, and what I call 'the universe'.

Good dates, I've been on some- but great dates is a totally different story! My fortune cookie once said 'Happiness has got to do more with a set of attitudes rather than a set of circumstances' but I believe great dates are more a result of a set of circumstances - some in your hands, some in your partner's and sometimes, in the hands of a third entity, beyond your control.'The universe' I'd like to call it.

Most of the times it refuses to let you have it all, makes you miss the train, run behind buses, makes you get caught together by a pesky neighbour, send a rude waiter, throw an awful weather or land you in accidents too. It does act quite like the cops who run behind couples holding hands while a thief makes a buttery escape behind their backs...

But only at times, call it good karma or sheer luck or coincidence, you can be treated really well when you least expect by the universe. It's like you  are listening to your favourite song already, the universe just turns up the volume by a notch!
For example,
when you go for a movie and you don't have to stand in a queue...
when you are riding on a bike on the streets of Mumbai, getting wet in the rain, sing (yell) Bollywood's 'rain-songs', eat butta (roasted corn) and sip on a cutting-chai by the side of a lake, and all of a sudden spot a beautiful rainbow...
when you are in a fancy boat restaurant, sailing across the heart of Paris, sipping Kir Royale, slow dancing to a live band, watching the Eiffel tower and it suddenly starts glowing and glittering with fancy light...
a late night out, calm sea, not a soul in sight, you look up and get surprised to see a million stars twinkling at you...

In my case, the universe has mostly been passive or mean! I end up having a good time despite it, not because of it. But those rare occasions do come once in a blue moon when everything is just perfect!

So date or no date, how kind (or not) has 'the universe' been to you lately?

AB and I recently celebrated our 10th love anniversary and he gifted my a beautiful fish tank. Today we went together and bought 4 guppies :)

I tried to take some pictures, but they are swimming really fast as they seem to be still adjusting to the new environment. They seem a bit calmer now but after I feed them tomorrow morning, I hope to make friends with them, then maybe I can take some pictures...

They are very tiny - one is a pale yellow colour, with a bright yellow tail and orange spots, one is dark grey, one is deep blue with orange and blue patterns on his tail, one is dark grey with a bright orange tail. They are very lively fish who likes to play 'chase a fish' and 'hide and seek' a lot!

AB noticed that they are going round and round in clockwise direction only, hope that's normal!

Sigh, there are so many measures and precautions to take - and they are only fish! They have their own heater and thermometer inside to keep the water at 23-25 C. They are extremely sensitive, even if I move the tank slightly, they get all tensed and start swimming fast!

I am still thinking about names. Suggestions are welcome (they are all male by the way). I deliberately didn't buy any female because guppies do only 3 things - eat, poo and breed (they are also called 'the Millionfish')! And I am not ready to become a grandma just yet :)

I Googled for some pics to give you all an idea -

My tank looks like this




Guppies



And a Wiki link to get to know more about them - here

I am so thrilled, I can't stop smiling :D :D
AB and I are sooooo desperately waiting for Saturday!

'I love you' can be said or conveyed in so many ways. I choose one of my ways as cooking the right meal(s).

This method, quite conventional, done for centuries by women, came to me naturally as I always loved to cook. So how simpler can it get, I love to cook, I love a man, I cook for the man, and he loves it!

I try to learn new recipes, from ma, gran, and ever since I started living with him, his mom too. Not all of them are a success at the first go itself, but I have only been reciprocated with generous compliments and more love, salt or no salt, burnt or raw. He also loves to get his friends home for dinner and cook with me.

His mom did scare me at first, saying he does not eat burnt/cold/previous day's food, gave a list of things he has never eaten - more 'Don't s' than 'Do s'.

The man eats anything I serve him on a plate.

One lazy afternoon, a good friend and a housemate, Al was describing how his mom makes prawn pickles. The subject dwelt on pickles for a long time, and I suddenly remembered I had tried a batch of awesome lime pickle a couple of years ago. 'Hey do you remember the lime pickle I made 2years ago? Do you want me to make some this weekend?', I spurted.

'No, there is no need' was the reply. I was shocked and at a loss for words. Al started laughing looking at my face.

'Why, didn't you like it? Why did you ask me not to make? I am sure you don't like it. But that was really rude of you to say like that...', I went on and on and on. Did I feel ridiculed or insecure with what I thought of as one of my talents, I didn't know.

All he had in his defense was 'I only wanted to save you the hassle..'. Al was still laughing.

Quite offended and annoyed I kept quiet all evening.

It only dawned upon me later, that he did mean what he said. He knows how hard I work and he did not want to bother me with any more, that too for making pickle(like I had turned 60)!

After a few days, in the Indian grocery section, he showed me the pickle rack and said with utmost sincerity 'Look how many you can get with no effort. I did not want you to labor over nothing'.

Saying NO was his way of saying 'I love you'.

I have seen relationships with the woman obsessing with what to feed her family, or her partner, the man being (appreciative or not) of his woman's efforts, but I have not seen many where the man protects his woman from turning into a 'cookaholic' and sincerely wants to save her energy for doing other important, worthwhile things, even if it is just lazing with a laptop. It is a step more than accepting a woman for what she is - it is protecting her from what she does not want to become.

AB I love you.

Touchwood :)

...I loved listening to stories. Then I met AB who loves narrating stories. We clicked for many reasons one of them being his gift of gab. The flair with which he tells his stories is so captivating that he has earned a title of 'story-teller' amongst friends.

All these stories would be of people he comes across, incidents at work, many made up on the fly too! He also comes up with extremely convincing arguments or ideas that are often hard to say no to.

One afternoon, we were traveling in a bus from Borivali to Mulund. I was tired and deprived of sleep. I asked him to tell me a story and put me to sleep. He asked which kind of story I wanted to listen to, and I said the story of a farmer and a king. To my surprise he made up a beautiful story and I slept like a baby!

Ever since, I always ask him to tell me stories especially before I sleep and I give him a topic. There have been stories of naughty children, fairies, animals, birds and so many other things! My favourite characters are a squirrel named Rabbit and a rabbit named Squirrel who are best friends, Cookie the cat, Motu the naughty kid in the village, Chiu the bird, the enchanted forest of Guguland, the list just goes on! Every story has a moral, a feel-good factor to it and loads of cuteness. I sleep listening to them and get beautiful dreams...

Many times I think I should write his stories down - call it AB's fables or Tales from Guguland, but sadly, we seldom make it to the end of these stories. Half way through, either I fall asleep hearing his soothing voice or he falls asleep from fatigue and the stories remain incomplete.
Hmmmm, maybe I can make a daily soap out of it... Trust me, it will be any day more interesting than those stupid K-serials!

I, on the other hand, am a complete disaster when it comes to making stories. One day AB asked me to tell a story about Minku the monkey. I started off pretty well and neither of us were sleepy. I went on and on, but did not know how to end it! So I made a plot and had Minku bite and cut the lion's tail when he was sleeping and then the lion attacked Minku and ate him up. Phew, end of story! Pleased with myself I turned to look at him, only to find him deeply upset as I had killed his main character. Sadly he said "Tune mere Minku ko maara..." (You killed my Minku).

That night we both had terrible nightmares, thanks to my evil story! Ever since, telling stories is his department.

Of the many things that make a relationship special, I have my 'Tales from Guguland' happily added to the list!