Day 10- Almost

So Day 10 is here.

So is the weekend.

So is Christmas..well almost. At least that’s what Facebook and supermarkets in the area have me believe. What with so many Christmas tree pics popping up on my timeline and Santa hats starting to show up in racks. Clearly Christmas is round the corner. The year is almost over! And I’m so not ready to say bye bye to it yet.

Speaking of Facebook, a friend had shared a picture of her 11 year old, who had grown almost as tall as her mother. And it struck me that the last I saw the little big girl was when she was a new-born. It struck me harder to realize how time had flown!

There’s a 10 year old in my life too who was sulking for no reason, a little while ago, and upon being told how she was showing signs of a teenager, sat upright with a renewed energy yelping a yayy and reminded how she had to wait for only 3 more years till she was one. Sigh!

Anyway none of the above sentences have absolutely any relation to each other. I just wanted to type some words so they would add volume to the post and I can jump around feeling good about publishing even if it is rubbish 😀

The week gone by was fun. The lunch date with my girl-friends aside, I had two days of library sessions which were quite rewarding. For the uninitiated, giving me blank looks, I have recently started helping out at a library which is entirely run by volunteers. It’s been a fantastic experience being surrounded by books. It feels wonderful to be working with people with a common love for books. I don’t just get to be surrounded by books. I get to touch them, feel them, talk to them, cuddle them, and also bring them home!

This week I also heard chirping of some migratory birds in my neighborhood, that officially signalled a change in the weather. I can’t wait to enjoy the next few months of good weather ahead. In fact we have already started to feel it. There’s a slight nip in the air in the evenings when I go walking. The sunsets have been glorious, making me pull out my phone and go click click click! What amazes me is when nature presents a beautiful view, what I see with my naked eyes doesn’t always translate in the same way when it gets captured into my camera. The image turns into something entirely different! There’s beauty in both the views though which I can’t really compare or explain in words. That’s nature!

On that note leaving you with this sunset view from yesterday. The skies were particularly gracious. Probably they too were excited about the weekend up ahead 😉



Off I go now before I burn my pooris! Multitasking has never been my forte.

Have a good week/end ahead you all!

Of talking about money, saving, needs, etc. with your child…is it too early?

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*Terribly hotch-potch, incoherent thoughts being scribbled, more like an introspection than anything else*

This is something I have been asking myself for quite sometime now. I’m at a stage of parenting where I am unable to decide how appropriate it is to talk about money to my 6year old kid. Is it too early or just the right time or am I late already in instilling the importance of the ‘M’ word to my child?

Of course, like any parent, I want my child to understand the value of money. I want her to know that she need not get all that she asks for. Every little trip to the toy store or book store or any shop for that matter need not mean that she gets to pick up any thing and bring it home. Sometimes she may have to earn to get what she wants. Which is why we have started playing this li’l game lately, where every time she does something good- eg. eat her meals on time, sleep on time, finish her homework, treat people around her well, clean up her room, etc. etc.- she gets to earn a point- each point valued at one riyal- that she has to note down in a book. And at the end of the month based on the number of points, she earns riyals which she can use to buy anything that she wants.

I cant claim this game a success yet, though, for there still are days when those trips to the toy store and grocery store end up in a massive tantrum-throwing and ‘nobody-loves-me’ session because, “Amma didn’t buy the kitchen set” or “Papa didnt get the chocolates I liked”. Yes there are days when she goes on a rampant ‘lets buy this dress’, ‘I want that shoe’, ‘I want this’, ‘I want that’ spree and I explain to her about how all those things require a lot of money and that she needs to learn to be happy with what she has.

There are times when she finds something interesting at a friend’s house or in a TV show and asks for a similar one for herself and I end up denying her mostly because I know it is just a momentary fascination that she will not fancy for long, and eventually will dump it inside her toy-chest never to be taken out.

And at other times when I deny her, I tell her that it is expensive which her Amma and Papa cannot buy for her.

Whenever I see her disregarding her toys and her other possessions, I have found myself drilling into my child, the need to give due importance to money, the importance of learning to understand the genuine need to have something before demanding for it and learn to forgo the things that she doesn’t need because her parents are working really hard to bring in the money and manage it so she can get what she wants. So its only natural that she is thoughtful enough to consider all of that.

The other day her constant fiddling with the TV had me chide her for rough-handling something that was very expensive and how we cant afford a costly repair on it, so she had to be more cautious and less clumsy.

Such conversations with her have resulted, I observe, in her going through a change in the way she approaches us and things around her in general.

Now, when something catches her fancy, instead of jumping around with excitement at the prospect of buying it, she merely asks us, ‘can we buy this Amma, does it cost a lot?’ or ‘I wish the doll house wasnt so expensive!’

Thats when I sense her holding herself back and wonder if I am being a little too harsh on her by pushing her to grown up too fast, if I am denying her the little pleasures way too soon..

On another occasion, at a family gathering in a restaurant, Namnam dropped a soup bowl on the floor leading her to a nervous query, ‘Amma, will I have to pay for this bowl?’

When I see her running around the toy store looking for that perfect toy and settling in for the next best because- in her own words- ‘it costs so much!’, I feel a tinge of guilt seep into me! I feel immensely overwhelmed at seeing her growing up so fast so soon! Does she have to grow up so soon?

I do want her to learn about saving, to prioritize her needs, to value money, to manage finances. And I know life will teach her all of that. But is it really the time to introduce her to that phase? Am I going overboard? Would I rather let her be? God am I crazy?

I really dont know what is the right thing to do here…

Some ‘car’rring thougts that got rolling while waiting at the traffic signal!

My virtual day has just started and as usual I have no specific subject in mind, but I am suddenly driven by this urge to write something. So here I am tapping away some non-sense just to quench my drive! Bear with me if you do stumble by my abode to find my utterances utterly boring 😀

A couple of days ago, while waiting at the traffic signal, a car zoomed past which looked very similar to the one I used to drive previously. When the signal turned green, while all the static vehicles vroomed towards their respective destinations, with them, began to roll a few thoughts in my mind.

The car that zoomed past me made me think of the similar one I used to drive and realize how rarely I talk of it or think of it. Oh no I hadnt had any nasty experiences with that car nor was it an ill-performing one where it needed constant repairs and checks. It was an excellent car, and I used to love driving it. But over the time we felt the need to go in for a sturdier vehicle, hence we let go of it and bought another one. However, what doesnt surprise me but disappoints my husband no end is that despite owning it for a reasonable amount of period I dont miss the car at all. R keeps giving me these ‘how can you be so heartless’ looks whenever he sees me happily driving my current car, take it to the petrol-station for refilling, ensure the lube-change whenever the need arises, wash it regularly…without so much as a single word of thought or rememberance for the previous car. And I keep reminding him that I used to do all of that and take care of my previous car just as much. The only thing is that I dont feel attached to it. Nor do I feel so towards my current car.

Ok, come to think of it I am sounding heartless, aint I? 😦

But that’s been the case with all the cars that I have driven so far. I dont ‘miss’ them. So if I am to let go of my current vehicle, I know I would be able to because I am not very attached to it. I do love to drive it, but more than the car, per se, its my love for driving which makes me go for it even more.

Oh I dont want to gender-specify it and say that its a womanly-attribute for they are ‘supposed’ to go for jewellery and cosmetics instead of machines and gadgets. I for one know thats not true because I am not at all into jewellery and cosmetics and I have loads of girl-friends who swear by the car they drive and virtually attain nirvana when they get to test-drive all the latest models in town! I’d rather like to believe that it has more to do with me as a person than me as a woman.

I dont even miss my first bicycle, cars are a long shot away :D. I do remember my first fall off it, I even remember crying profusely for the embarrassment I had felt standing there in front of all the on-lookers in my colony and I fondly remember learning to ride it with my father’s encouraging push. Thats about it. But if you ask me, what make it was, whether it had a seat in the back or a basket in the front or ribbons dangling from the handles, I would just give you a plain dumb, blank look for I dont remember any of those intrisnsic details

Even the first car that R & I bought jointly after our marriage unfortunately has the same status-quo. Yes it is special in my life for it was the first car- a white maruti 800- that we bought together and more than R, I have driven it and yet I dont miss it :(. I do remember driving it for work, pickng and dropping R on the way, going for dine-outs with my then new-hubby, driving around the city while listening to the good old hindi classics and even banging into a pick-up van right at the nizamuddin bridge and getting into a major tussle with the driver for bringing about the first dent in my car! And yet when it was time for us give it away, I could easily negotiate with potential buyers and seal the deal without any tug at the heart! While R who was miles away sitting in the Gulf had his heart shatter to pieces when I told him that the car had been sold.

In the span of 6 years we spent in Muscat, we had two cars which hardly find a mention in any of my conversations today, primarily because I never drove those cars as I had not got my licence then and secondly the same-old lack of belongingness to the machines! If you do want to know about them, talk to R and he’ll pour his heart out to you 🙂

Having said that the one car that I do remember fondly and miss too to an extent as it has become extinct today is the first car of my life. Its the Premier Padmini which my parents bought way back in ’96.

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That was the first ever car of our life, hence very special to the four of us- father, mother, brother & I. I still have vivid memory of the glee-ful anxiety writ large on my and my brother’s faces when our parents brought home the car :-). I learnt to hone my then newly-aquired driving skills on this car- with able back-seat driving from my father of course :)- and went on to love and enjoy driving to the hilt. And what’s more, this is the car sitting in which I went to my marriage!

Still at the end of the day if you ask me if I am sentimental about cars in general I’d have to say no. So hows it with you all?