I take the bus to work, well I don’t have a car so I hv to take the bus and I am this green revolutionist who believes that if I can avoid travelling by car even 1/4th of the times I am gonna save the Earth. Well, I believe it, so it has to be true :)
I experienced this horrific moment whilst travelling in the BUS. Now some background about the bus. The newer species of the bus are quite spacious and at the same time a low floored one. I believe the basic idea is to let the people (irrespective of their caste, creed, age or $ex) getting in or getting off the bus quite comfortably. For the benefit of the ladies/gals/women/aunties/grannies (the female human race) there are a total of 3 seats reserved in the bus. These are F3 (first few front) seats which are all on one side or distributed on either sides of the bus. So if u see the gentlemen getting into the bus and their heads locked up in “watch the sky” pose you know what they are looking for, sign posts to tell them that the seats are reserved for ladies. Moving ahead , these seats are right on the tyres. I highly doubt these buses have good shock absorbing mechanism, again since I believe it must be true.
On my way to office there is this patch of road (I shall call it road A), which equates to a mountainous rough patch of a not-so-well-defined-path. Implying, the road is just terrible, the bus on this road is like seeing the bus and along with the bus seeing all the passengers jumping up and down, cos of the uneven roads. Today, I sat on the 3rd seat which keeps you away from the people who crowd the aisle. The minute the bus embarked on road A, the bus was jumping up and down, so were the people and so was I. Up and down, up and down, and then the horrific moment struck me, the baby flab (hhhhhhmmmmmm I still insist on the word baby) that has collected around my waist was continuing with the jumps long after we had left the road A and it jumped up and down and up and down for a good 5 seconds. 5 seconds of nerve wrecking, breath holding, devastating realization that the flab is there, and it jumps like a jelly. What was worse was, it didn’t stop at that, the horrific moment (now possibly stretched into an hour) continued, when I walked from the bus stop all the way to the office, the jelly jump of my flab continued :(. And I decided to slow down least it should be apparent to everybody else. Jelly-jumps-of-my-own-flab I was horrified, how could they???
03 December, 2009
01 December, 2009
2.2.2 (2 point 2 point 2)
There is NOT a single day that I thank God for having blessed Me and Su with a wonderful child.
She never ceases to surprise me/us.
WEEK ONE OF PLAYSCHOOL
Day 1 of her playschool, after she came back from school and we had our lunch she started with this
"Minke minke lil star hob i wonder bot you rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
up above world so highhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiii lik a diamond in d kkkkkkkkkyyyyyyyyyy"
no points for guessing that rhyme. Well the first time she sang, I really wasn't paying attention to her. Why cos I and mum spent 2 months repeating twinkle twinkle and hoping that mummu would recite it once atleast once and voila she did. She chose the first day of her playschool.
Day 2 of her playschool, I come home and find her happily going about humming something which is similar on the lines of
"Johnny yes papa, eating shugaaaaaa noooooooooo papppppppppppppaaaaaaaaaa, lelling lies nooooooooo pappaaaaaaaaa" a very prompinent and long pause and I say "open your mouth"
she says "hahaha". How do you think I felt, "Aaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmazzzzzzzzzzinnnnnnnnnnnggggggg people"
Day 3, I come home and can't smile in the anticipation that there is another poem waiting for me, and ofcourse there is this time it is "chubby cheeks roshie lifs teeth withi curly hair very fair eyes are blooo lovoly too teachr's pet is that you" "yes yes yes"(shouts out loud)
Day 4 nothing day 5 nothing.
End of Week one
WEEK TWO
Day 2
COUPLE OF DAYS in week one just passed by without any new addition/s. Well then I thought what the heck, the teachers are doing a good job as it is teaching her english rhymes, lemme start with some hindi ones.
So I did teach her one, complete with actions and expressions (lot of my friends will vouch that I m good at it).
Day 3
Late in the evening I am busy watching TV, and Mummu comes to me and says
"Machi jal ki rani ye, ja ki rani pani hai, haath lagao dar jaaegi, bhar nikalo darr jaaegi" corrects herself and says "baar nikalo marr jaegi" and then she adds "goo girl"
Wow it just took her a day to memorise and recite the poem.
Day 4
I call up her playschool teacher
Me "Ma'am I am really sorry I couldn't make it to the PTA"
Teacher "No problem maam, Mummus progress is GOOD infact VERY VERY GOOD"
Me "Really, so what do you teach her, I believe poems"
Teacher(dumbfound...I could actually see her face through the phone) "No maam, we just have activites and this month we are teaching her colors, we are teaching her blue color"
Me " Really no poems no ABCD"
Teacher "well ABCD yes, but no poems she is still quite young for that"
Me "thanks" my turn to be dumbfound, my lil gal all of 2 years 2 months and 2 days, has all grown up. She listens to the poems, remembers the actions and spills it out when you least expect it.
She never ceases to surprise me/us.
WEEK ONE OF PLAYSCHOOL
Day 1 of her playschool, after she came back from school and we had our lunch she started with this
"Minke minke lil star hob i wonder bot you rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
up above world so highhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiii lik a diamond in d kkkkkkkkkyyyyyyyyyy"
no points for guessing that rhyme. Well the first time she sang, I really wasn't paying attention to her. Why cos I and mum spent 2 months repeating twinkle twinkle and hoping that mummu would recite it once atleast once and voila she did. She chose the first day of her playschool.
Day 2 of her playschool, I come home and find her happily going about humming something which is similar on the lines of
"Johnny yes papa, eating shugaaaaaa noooooooooo papppppppppppppaaaaaaaaaa, lelling lies nooooooooo pappaaaaaaaaa" a very prompinent and long pause and I say "open your mouth"
she says "hahaha". How do you think I felt, "Aaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmazzzzzzzzzzinnnnnnnnnnnggggggg people"
Day 3, I come home and can't smile in the anticipation that there is another poem waiting for me, and ofcourse there is this time it is "chubby cheeks roshie lifs teeth withi curly hair very fair eyes are blooo lovoly too teachr's pet is that you" "yes yes yes"(shouts out loud)
Day 4 nothing day 5 nothing.
End of Week one
WEEK TWO
Day 2
COUPLE OF DAYS in week one just passed by without any new addition/s. Well then I thought what the heck, the teachers are doing a good job as it is teaching her english rhymes, lemme start with some hindi ones.
So I did teach her one, complete with actions and expressions (lot of my friends will vouch that I m good at it).
Day 3
Late in the evening I am busy watching TV, and Mummu comes to me and says
"Machi jal ki rani ye, ja ki rani pani hai, haath lagao dar jaaegi, bhar nikalo darr jaaegi" corrects herself and says "baar nikalo marr jaegi" and then she adds "goo girl"
Wow it just took her a day to memorise and recite the poem.
Day 4
I call up her playschool teacher
Me "Ma'am I am really sorry I couldn't make it to the PTA"
Teacher "No problem maam, Mummus progress is GOOD infact VERY VERY GOOD"
Me "Really, so what do you teach her, I believe poems"
Teacher(dumbfound...I could actually see her face through the phone) "No maam, we just have activites and this month we are teaching her colors, we are teaching her blue color"
Me " Really no poems no ABCD"
Teacher "well ABCD yes, but no poems she is still quite young for that"
Me "thanks" my turn to be dumbfound, my lil gal all of 2 years 2 months and 2 days, has all grown up. She listens to the poems, remembers the actions and spills it out when you least expect it.
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