Rambling #11- Sleep-Ramblingzzzz contd.(cheat post :P)

The eyes are less droopy today. So I think I can continue with my sleep rambling. Although I wouldn’t mind going back to the room and sliding myself under the quilt and taking another trip along the snoozeland, but then that would keep everything else planned for the day on standstill. More than that my mind would keep drifting back to Namnam who has had a far more exhausting week what with her crazy school and after-school activity schedule. She is the one in need of some good uninterrupted sleep more than anyone! She would never admit it though. She absolutely abhors sleeping. She considers it a waste of time. She’d rather utilize the time either reading or watching her shows or playing around or simply sitting and glaring into the sky or basically anything but sleep.

This aversion of hers to sleeping rattles me because I love sleeping and obviously I think my child would take after me in that department :P! See, isn’t that how the rule works? A doctor’s child becomes a doctor, a scientist’s child a scientist, a foodie’s child a foodie, a sleepy-head’s child grows up to be a sleepy-head! But just then I remember the contribution of the Y chromosome in creating the child. And incidentally its his genes that she seems to have taken after, I realize. My husband. The man shares a very ceremonious relationship with sleep. He sleeps purely because his body needs it. And that’s how our child treats it too.

Which reminds me, for all the love that I showcase on sleeping, this much preferred activity has landed me in trouble too once, eons ago. I must have been a fourth or fifth grader, can’t remember too well. What I do remember is how much I hated waking up in the mornings! But of course there was no choice, as I didn’t want to miss school. So began catching up on some

The day used to start insanely early for me, my brother & our Ma. Since the distance between our home and school was quite a bit, and also with no school bus in service, we used to set out even earlier than the time usually needed to cover the distance. But fortunately Ma was a teacher in our school, so we used to travel together. However our morning routine used to be a strenuous tussle more for Ma than me & my brother. Waking us up in time brushing her own sleepiness aside, and prodding us zombies every now and then in between her own chores, to get ready for school in time and scooting out to the bus stop with our bags and us in tow and then ensuring that we had got inside the heavily crowded DTC bus before dragging herself in was no mean feat.

On one such maddening day, we were in the packed bus, with Ma standing in one corner carrying by kindergartner brother, while I inched my way towards the front and managed to find a seat. Now this routine had initiated another sub-routine for the sleepy-head in me! The minute I found a seat I used to plonk myself and go dozing off till Ma would come and flick me as a cue to deboard. But that day, somehow the bus was so crowded that she couldn’t spot me in time to alert. Assuming that I would have gotten up, she carried on to the door and got off the bus.

I woke up all refreshed after my siesta, only to find something amiss around my surrounding. The bus was suddenly fairly empty and the views outside looked strangely unfamiliar. Reality hit me hard. I realized that my love for sleep had gotten the better of me I was well past my stop. Fortunately an acquaintance, sensing my unsettled look, figured out that I had lost my way. She travelled back with me and soon I was in my school all relieved and smiling and jumping with joy.

Whenever my memory takes me back to this little misadventure, the one thing that I unfailingly do is say a little prayer to God for sending that kind lady my way that day!

Anyway I vowed after that day never to be complacent and so callous. Hoever let me reiterate that I still love my sleep! 😀


Rambling #9- remembering important dates and feeling special

Some of my friends have been exchanging each other’s birthdays back and forth on our What’s App group. One of them, my best friend, even remembered birthdays of practically everyone in the group! She was always good with dates, though, even back in school. She was the one who would have the most apt greeting card, ready much in advance. Not just that. She didn’t believe in presenting it with a simple “Dear D, Happy B’day, with love, H”. Even if the greeting card had the best quotes and messages printed in. She always presented it with her own hand-written messages, with every little space utilized to the fullest! Oh we used to love getting greeting cards from her, because she had a way with words. She had this beautiful knack of making a person feel extra special. I was heavily influenced by this quality of hers. So much so that even I began giving out greeting cards with some extra scribbles of my own. In fact a lot of us got influenced and soon it became a trend of sorts.

A couple of days ago I came across my autograph book in my bookshelf, while looking for something to read. I flipped through the pages and realized that most of them were filled page by page, line by line, with not an inch to spare, scribbled with sweet nothings by my friends and classmates.  And I realized how naive and gullible we all were back then.

Anyway I digress..again. But then digressing is an integral part of rambling, isn’t it? 😛

So to come back to what I started out wanting to tell, I was so impressed by my friend’s ability to remember birthdays that I too started making notes of them. It turned into a fun activity to remember birthdays and then pick up the right greeting cards and scribble our feelings in them. Oh the excitement to run to the nearest Archie Book Store, whenever the occasion demanded, to plan up ahead with the right kind of card to give with the right kind of messages to written in!

Keeping track of birthdays exposed me to sun signs and yes, Linda Goodman too! Her book was one that I could read any number of times! She was so convincing with her observations that I even started judging people by the sun signs they were born under. I even had my concerns when I learnt that I was marrying an Aquarian, who according to her reading wasn’t meant to be compatible with me. Yup, I was that quirky! But after having 15 years of living together has taught me that some readings are better left uncomprehended.

Speaking of remembering important dates…

Dear Husband, Happy Anniversary to you! Thank you for hearing me sing to you the same song for 15 years. But then I’ve been listening to you crack the same jokes and laughing at them too, havent I?. So you’d better 😛



Rambling #8- Miles to go before…I find my way

around Dubai roads, that is.

Now, those who know me well can vouch for my not-so-impressive way with routes. I have an inane quality of losing my way, even while driving along the simplest of routes. My sense of direction would put even Christopher Columbus to shame, if he were alive today! I am terribly direction challenged. I can’t even read maps. I’m sure the latter part of Why Men Don’t Listen and Women Can’t Read Maps was written after me.

As for the former part, I can’t really endorse it as my husband DOES listen when I grumble bicker nag talk . Now how well he grasps all that he listens is something that deserves a separate post though :P. For now, let’s just stick to my navigation skill. Or the lack of it 😉

When we were in Doha I never used a map or GPS, even though there were umpteen occasions when I had lost my way. I even remember setting out with Namnam to a friend’s place, barely 20 minutes away, only to end up hitting a road that went straight to Saudi Arabia! And even worse, by some freak way, I had got on to the opposite side of the road! Needless to say I was given the dirtiest scowls by other drivers when trying to cut across to the right side of the road. Anyway, as I was saying, despite the many fiascos, I never used a map because  I had R and my friends to fall back on. I always called them when I couldn’t get my way around and they would be right there on the other end of the line, guiding me through.

However here, ever since the day I got my license converted, R insisted that I got the google map application downloaded to my phone so that I could learn my way around more easily. While the map has certainly made my life easier, I have yet not succeeded in getting my way around with it. So map or no map I’m still losing my way!

A couple of months ago, when my father in law came visiting, I took him and Namnam to a sports shop which is just 15 minutes away from our place. While it took us no time to get to the place as I zoomed like a pro using the GPS in my phone, it took us more than an hour to get back home! Why? Because thanks to my great ability to understand maps, I had this smart urge to try a new route which was supposed to get us back in shorter amount of time. But obviously I didn’t read the map properly and ended up driving to the other end of the city and giving my father in law and my daughter a mini tour of Dubai in the process!

And now, my father-in-law has been wanting to know when I will be giving a similar “Dubai Darshan” to my parents as well! 😛 😛

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Rambling #7- Have you ever…

Experienced a word-block?

Dont give me a puzzled look. Oh, I’m talking about the situation where a word is right there at the tip of your tongue but you just can’t remember it! I had such a moment today! I can’t tell you how helpless and desperate a moment it was, where I knew oh-so-well the word I was looking for but I just couldn’t get it out of me.

Ma & I were coming out of a salon after a good pampering session. As we walked to the parking lot, I sensed that my orientation was a bit disheveled and I couldn’t remember where I had parked my car. Of course it just took a few seconds to get my bearings right and we got to the car.

What I didn’t see coming was the complete blanking out of the word “orientation” when I started to describe Ma my brief disoriented state. No amount of racking my head could get me to pull that word out from whichever nook it was hiding. I kept explaining the state in long drags of sentences, whereas all I needed was that one word to get my point across! My memory was throwing out words like configuration, illusion, allusion, at me. But “orientation” was nowhere in sight. Ma, sensing my helplessness, pulled her tablet out and punched in a few catch-words online. Voila! There it was. My orientation!

Gosh, the day is almost over! I had better publish if I have to be in the game!

BTW, I realize that I am yet to reply to your comments. I have at least been able to “like” them as a mark to tell you that I truly appreciate you coming by and leaving your thoughts. The days:  have been whisking by even before I could think of pausing for a while. I will get to replying as soon as I can:)

Good night!

Edited to add: Just found out that this is my 300th post! Feels surreal to think that a few weeks ago, I had almost deleted my blog 😀

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