dho dala

My wife will not enjoy this one, but this graph accurately represents her. (Source here). Though I think the word ‘sad’ need to be replaced by something more apt. How about ‘proud’?


She keeps doing the laundry all the time. Getting the clothes to the washing machine and then drying them. Many times when we are out the whole day, we come in the evening to start the washing machine. Then she does some other work, or reads for about an hour and then comes the chore of drying them. In spite of the fact that we have enough underwear to go on for a week. This is a genetic disorder. My mom in law is forever using the washing machine. Whenever we stay at her place, the clothes I throw in the morning for wash are ready by the evening, the ones I throw in the afternoon are ready by night and the ones I throw at night are ready by… you guess it…. morning. Then the curtains go in, then the towels go in and then what not goes in. If the machine was a leftist it would have struck work by now. And to add to the proof that it is a genetic mutation – her mom’s younger brother (along with his son) run a large industrial laundry. They shifted from their family business to start this. I rest my case.

On the elocution…
Jispa did not make it through to the final rounds of the interschool elocution. A second standard student from her school had made it. Wow. Am I relieved? This was too stressful for me. Everyday, making her revise, changing some nuances but the worst was seeing her caught between me and the teacher. At the event she was quite subdued in her recital and that probably cost her. I kept teaching her to be over the top but I guess she was told otherwise, or got mixed signals. But I am happier doing this without any stress. Next year we will again try and do the internal one and max it with all the fun that comes with it. With the liberty to do whatever Jispa and I deem fit. Seeing the others in action also gave me a sense of the competition and how boring the others are. It just strengthened my resolve to have a blast during the elocutions. I will scour for the most ridiculously loud and funny poem to recite. When I asked Jispa about it and she was also quite keen to do something funny. With that, my resolve has more meaning.

quality time; at 4 am?

No I am not lost, no the kumbh did not kill me and no I did not find my long lost brother / twin/ triplet. Oh I’m Alive……

Wow. Any place which lakhs of people believe in becomes holy purely by the power of faith. The Ardh Kumbh experience was brilliant and to twist what most travelers say about India - everything you heard about the Kumbh is true and the opposite is true as well. I have made notes and I hope to write a small travelogue on the entire experience. So I am not writing too much now. Watch this space for an ill written travelogue.

One thing is there – I definitely got home sick. Too much for a three day trip I guess, but what to do. I miss my family a good deal. And they went and saw Happy Feet without me. That too in the dome theatre. Jispa was telling me about it in the taxi ride to her bus stop.
Dropping her to the bus stop is 15 minutes o quality time. Nice thing it is, talking to her about random things. Today was a nice cool day. So waiting at the bus stop she was feeling cool, and that’s a good thing, cause that’s when she wants to cuddle up. So today I did what my dad used to do. I rubbed my hands hard together making them warm and then warming her hands, legs and face. Very very cool. Her friend Aanya also enjoyed the whole thing. Then she tried to rub her hands together and tried to warm me. Full TP.

One more incident. My wife actually was drying the clothes at 4 am. Don’t ask me why. please ask her.