Someone has to feed the teksi drivers!

Yes, Its been a month since i started working. Most of my friends know, that i am commuting like, half the city to work. It was my choice, i offered to work, drop the baby at day care (the MOST expensive one ah), and then scoot to my office right opposite. But i have a problem. The problem is, money. Yep. I still have to ask husband for money.
So here’s how the salary goes.
My salary = x.
baby’s day care = 55% of x.
My taxi rides (up and down) = 40% of x.

And whatever 5% (plus the remaining y, which i steal from husband), goes to my food etc. No, dont pity me yet.

So this weekend, Addu comes running towards me, papa is following addu. Addu starts yelling, shiaa shiaa. Papa gets angry. Papa starts telling, Addu, tell papapapa. Papa is the one who will buy you diapers, and chocolates and toys. Your mom just works for charity, and to feed taxi drivers. She cant buy you anything, well, may be half a diaper, where you can pee maximum once, may be twice.
No, Not yet..

The weekend gets over, sunday night i do the dishes, cook something, clean house, put addus toys properly, then wash clothes, clean fridge, blah blah, keep everything ready for next days cooking. I walk out of the kitchen, i see husband comfortably, with half his ass on sofa, sitting and playing game. I am furious, i start yelling.

‘Why cant you help me a bit with the work, theres so much. You just sit and play the whole day, sab kaam i do’.

Husband quietly listens to all the drama, then tells me,’ theek..i wil go press my shirt for tomorrow’.

I say ‘ Ghar ke kaam mein help karo’, and this is what husband replies.

‘ Mein ghar ke liye paise kamaane ki tayaari karta hu’.

Yup. You can pity me now.

I need to move on!

Please send me some good songs. I am done with old ones! 😐

Damager..err..Manager family!

Did i tell you, my son calls me by name. Like, he used to call me Shiaa (Mom calls me shiva, hea heard from her). And then slowly, he started calling me Shiva. As in, pyaar se , Shivaaaaaaa.

My present company damager, from belgium, calls me Shivni. Like, he pronounces everything wierdly. I asked him to call me S, or W,easy no. One day he called me Shavini. I was like, S dude S. Finally he settled to Shivni.

I think my son can become a better damager. Guess he takes it from my pati.

yeah. My pati is the best damager ever. If you know what i mean.
If you dont, well.. i dont really care. Just dont work under him!

Philosophy Alert.

I read somewhere,
‘Stop being afraid of what could go wrong, and think of what could go right’.

You know, i followed this everytime something went wrong. And i tried again. Even now when i read this, i feel like , lets try, may be it could go right. But I dont know. You made me give up. You made me kick that thought out of my head. You made me forcefully believe that its not worth it. You made me believe that I was hurting you. You made me feel like shit for trying. Yet, i go back to the quote. Why?

‘I don’t understand a God who would let us meet, if there’s no way we could ever be together’ . True right?
Its all so wierd. We knew it from the beginning. Then what made me get into this? Why did i do this? Because, we have one life, and in that life, i want to do what my heart says so, and not my stupid brain. I just went with the flow. I subjected myself to a plethora of colourful experiences, which i dint want to give up. I still dont want to. But you made me. Its your fault. Yet, the girl is to be blamed.

This girl, who, for the first time in her life did not think of her responsibilities and background when falling in love with you. Did not think of her future or career. Yet, you being a man took a great step. For your needs. For your family. For your self respect. Why is that? Because you are a man, you are the bread earner for your family? What about me? I am the only daughter, only prodigy, I have to take care of my parents too. Yet, I was ready to make them understand. Caste? Religion? Dint you think about those when I was with you, as in physically? Then why are you backing out now?

I have a million questions in my mind, a million answers to each, a million reasons not to get back with you.

And yet, i follow the quote.

PS: Thanks Manasa for the post! Someone should seriously kick you 😉

It Influenced me.

All this while I was dying to go to office. Now when at office, I am dying to sleep. But this is office. I have to look at the computer, stare at it, and occationally type something. So. Thats the question. What. do. i . do. I want to be that girl who sincerely works, without any distractions, have lunch in 10 min and start working again, have meaningful discussions with collogues reg..uhum…well..work, and so on. But these other things, the social media, on my laptop on cell just keep pinging me to look at them. So, i decided to figure out why and how do i avoid it. I started with reading the link ‘ How to ward of negative energy ( you know, facebook and twitter and ..whatever i get attracted to are instances of negative energies, pulling me towards them). It went on and on..yaawn. And i dont know what all i read, i ended up with ‘How to bypass Candy crush saga’s waiting period ot get new lives. Very informative i say, not that i dint know about it. So i post it on facebook tagging my sasuma , tweet about some lemon thingy, listen to the song coco jamba, yawn like crazy, run to the restroom ten times to avoid yawning at desk, and ..have lunch for 1 1/2 hr. So. Well. **** you, you negative energy, or whatever crap u made me do.

the usual rant.

Now i am just bored to write that i am sleepy. I am sure the readers must be too. What do i do, i am jusyt so sleepy, and it just really woudlnt be good if I sleep on my desk, in my first nmonth at offiuce. My eyes are just closing in, aI just dont want to review any damn functional spec. I dont even understanbd what its meant for!
I suddenly am thinking, may be i will do an MBA in the next 3-4 years. The idea exited me, but then i want to sleep first. o man. I will create a facebook page with all my cartoons and make it famous, yawn.
u know what, i dont even want to blog. bore. shoo.
sajkfsadfnadsmflksadmf;sadfm. KJFNDLKSAFNLSANFNSADFGMASDNF/./DSJAFOIDJA/jlhdsafjlndsakfnasdf/dsf sdaoifjasoidjfsad/
i just typed the way heroes and heroines in movies see the screen and type, as if they are working. Amazing what it resulted it.
Anyway. NBore. blog is bore. bow. i am getting away, to may be bury my head in somewhere and get at least a min sleep. phew.

Its the weekend….or not!

My everyday schedule : I get up by 5, cook breakfast, lunc..pack..blah blah..feed..blah blah, drop addi at daycare and reach office by 9. So my plan during weekends is usually get up by 10. then laze around like i’ve eaten dozen burgers for breakfast. But its my home. This is what happened.

Addu gets up at 5. I open my one eye, i see him smiling at me. I know he got up. I quickly shut my eyes, pretending to be asleep.
‘ Shiaaaaa ‘
‘zzzzzzzzzzz’
‘shiaaaaaa uppuuuuuu’
‘zzzzzzzz’
‘shiaaaaaaa ‘ , he puts his finger in my node. I turn the other way around and sleep.
‘Shiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa’, and thaaaaaap, he hits me on my face
I get up, fully startled.
‘Addu, padukoooooo’ , and addu starts climbing on me.
I see papa snoring like crazy.
‘ Addu..papaaaa, see papaaa’. And addu goes, very cutely ‘ Paaapaaaaa’. Yeah, why am i the only one to suffer.
Addu goes, tries waking up papa. Papa does not respond. And this is what he does.
Both legs on each side, he puts his bum, direct on papa’s face, and starts jumping.
‘ EE addu, u ass. I can smell the susu from your diaper, get out’ , addu still telling papapapa ‘ Adduuuuuuu..’ and finally papa is up. I get an extra 10 min sleep \m/ .
I hear husband’s remark ‘ At least he dint slap me’. I really dint care 😀

Addu does potty, and after cleaning him up, i start searching for diapers. I cant find any.
‘ EE gul. U dint stitch the diapers? ‘ Yes, u heard me right. Its stitch.
‘ Aa i forgot, i’l do it now’, and saying that, husband goes to stitch the diapers.
So this is what happened. Addu likes wearing pants/trousers/diapers/papa’s pants/mummy’s shorts/socks/shirts/any cloth through his legs. He just does not know how to.
Whenever i give him a diaper, he takes it with such enthusiasm, puts one leg in one hole, the other leg also in the same hole, gets that feeling of accomplishment, and starts running around. So The number of diapers he tore that way is far more than number of diapers he even used. may be 5:1 ratio. And you all know, diapers are expensive. So , yes, the husband starts stitching them 😛

Addu likes opening and closing the milk cartons. He has spilled milk a number of times, even then he opens the fridge, opens the carton, takes it out, then puts it back, closes the carton, closes the fridge. Dont know for what joy though.
So one day, when i emptied the carton, i gave it to him so that he could play. He takes it, happily opens/closes and whatever, opens the fridge, puts it back where it used to belong, closes the fridge, and walks away seriously. We’ve become big!

So this guy likes rain. Like me. He sees a rhyme with rain, he starts yelling rain rain. He goes into the bathroom, and sees the shower, and starts ‘rain rain’. So Papa was drinking water from the bottle, and addu starts to grab it. Realising the mess it would cause, and thinking what if addu was actually thirsty, papa gives the bottle with very little water. Addu takes the bottle, puts it on his head, and inverts it. Yes, the water falls on his head. And he immedietely utters ‘Rainnnuuu’ .

I’ve been showing addu rhymes since he was 6 months. So he is well versed with ALL the rhymes in appu series, so much, that he is dead bored of them already. So i started showing him psy songs/crazy frog (some of them he is bored), and the newest, who let the dogs out, and aqua. And when he does not want that, and he wants rhymes, he gets up, turns round and round, and starts singing, ‘ asha busha down’ (with hands in ballet style dancing). And i immedietely put ringa ringa roses, and he gleams.
Preferences, when i put a rhyme that he does not like, he starts slamming the laptop till the rhyme changes 😀

WIll keep adding to the list. Well. My weekend was epic! 😀

Nearly Headless Me!

Now sometimes you’re up and sometimes you’re down,
When you find that you’re down well just look around:
You still got a body, good legs and fine feet,
Get your head in the right place and hey, you’re complete!

Somehow, My head does not seem to be here at all. Its in the building right opposite to my office. I have to be there in the next ten min. And i have been seeing the time since , well, today morning. Its the weekend, and my small cuddly poodle of fun (sounds nice no, trust me, he is that) will be with me all day . Yoohoo! 🙂

They know it.

This is what my youtube suggests me to watch!

Everyone knows what i do at home now!

Yaaawn. Yaaaaaaawn!

I figured out a post exists on my blog with the title Yaawn!. Hence, the double yawn.
ALso, I figured out i yawn a lot. No hint needed right! I am sleeepyyyy!

I am at work. I am staring at the computer, seeing some script running. I am supposed to figure out what,why,how,when where, just by seein the script running. How the **** (Read that as hell) am i supposed to do that. Thats the reason i am yawning. And i yaawn!

Ok. So the script is running. The screen is just..what..changing. Wait. there is red. which means something failed. I go up or scroll u or whatever. Yea..fail. I am right. Yaawn. I see the mesg. I search for code using some stupid tool. I find the msg! yayy. Yaawn.
Now. why did my ******* (read kickass) script land at that msg? lemme check. blah blah scroll scroll. hoo. Because i write some ******* (Really Kickass) code. I sincerely commented it back.
Again. run run run. Yaawn. Ok. That page crossed. I think i wil go get tea.

I meet this really really (I so want to say handsome), but he is fair and cute (so may be gay) guy at cafe. He asks me if i debugged the script. I proudly say i got and fixed one issue. He smiles (very cutely, yes gay!) I take tea and come back.

I see a ping from my ***** (cant find a good 5 letter word. Replace it with anything) buddy . Asking if all was ok. Yup, i reply actively on messenger saying yea yea. Then i look onto my log screen, and hey…hey..its red. O man..there is blood shed. Everywhere.
I immedietely stop, and check. Everything is red. Then i look back at the code, turns out i commented the wrong piece of header. Yup. Again i solved the problem. I undo, redo, whatever and run again.
This time it works. I ping back buddy tellingm hey, code done. Can be checkd in. Buddy tells Way to go.
I am the most efffcetive and productive when i am sleepy. I think everyone is.
Yaaaawn.!~

PS: Typos cos i am slfdslepppy. uff.