Someone asked me why I don’t blog so much anymore. I think it’s because I’m on FB more now than ever. Easier to debate issues with people who know where you’re coming from. People whose lives you can equally look in to, hence know when they are bullshitting you. And who are accountable for what they say, and not taking advantage of anonymity. Anyhow, I thought I’d share some of my FB statuses here so that you know what I’m up to.
Desert coolers, darkened rooms, the smell of khus, juicy mangoes and roohafza. I hope my kids’ memories of summer will be fun.
Time to shut shop now, TOI, and oh yes, go die. Great things about being a virgin woman – The Times of India
Am I the only one who finds this ad unbelievably sweet?
This was followed by a discussion of how some mothers find this advertisement embarrassing. Eh? Why? Your kids have never seen a pregnant woman? Considering I was the first to have my kids, my kids have seen all our friends pregnant and can’t imagine anything more natural than XYZ Aunty having a baby and worrying about her going to the hospital soon and getting the baby out. So?
Reason # 1 not to assume your husband is not on speaker phone – You start singing Pritam mat pardes padharo the moment you answer his call, and entertain a car full of his colleagues.
A response to the article that got most mothers’ knickers in a twist – Well written piece.
Also, a thought about the outrage over her nursing a three year old (if she actually is, and is not just posing for the cover). If mothers don’t want to be judged for putting their infants on formula and bottles, then it’s about time they stopped judging mothers who feed their babies till age 8. Really, that mother’s breasts, her kid, her choice. And even if she is, as some women insinuate, getting a sexual thrill out of it, still her breasts and her kid and her choice. Honestly, just bugger off and mind your own beeswax.
And most randomly, I’ve been tripping on two lines from Bollywood numbers – 1) Aashikon mein jiska title Titanic.
and 2) Kaliyan kawari, tajurbe se bani Aunty.
I think they’re hilarious.
I also linked up to this post. Do read, even if you have sons! 18 Life Lessons I Want My Daughters to Hear
And I don’t know how many of you saw Vicky Donor, I did, and I enjoyed it. Probably inspired by it, is this piece. Brahmin sperm in high demand among childless couples. I’m horrified. I’ve always had an issue with messing with nature and the slippery slope that follows, when you’re allowed to pick and choose and design babies. This is what happens when a conservative, backward country like ours meets medical technology – no good.
Celeb bashing has reached heights of joblessness. I’ve not watched Satyamev Jayatey yet, but if Aamir can make some difference with his show, more power to him. And I don’t know if SRK was drunk or not, but if anyone, anyone, touched my kids or their friends, I’d turn around and punch them in the face too, inspite of being a lame duck.
In bad news, my little nephew, the Button, fell down the last two stairs and fractured his wrist in two places. I’m quite gutted. So are the kids. They’re dying to go there and entertain him until he gets his arm out of the cast.
And finally, I’m terrified of the big bad timeline wolf.
Also, I believe WP is not allowing non-WP readers to comment. Has anyone figured a way around this? I’m getting loads of email comments and I can’t respond to them the way I’d respond to a comment on the blog. Going nuts. Please help!