Saturday, 27 August 2016

When I missed you

There are two kinds of love. One whom you meet at some point in your life and start liking gradually and eventually fall in love with and secondly those whom you have always loved, who have always been there with you since you remember, souls who are a God's way of teaching you all about love.

I had this amazing guy in my life since forever till 4 years back. 
He was tall and handsome. 
He was well read and well travelled. 
He was kind and honest. 
He was hardworking and disciplined.
He was an artist and a poet.
He was a singer and a flute player.
He was a registrar in a degree college (Sub: English Lit.) and a beloved teacher.

Isn't he a package people. He was. He was somebody. For me he was more than just somebody. He was my grandfather. I was his best friend.  He was my second best friend after my father.

Some people are always there for you. So much so that you never really realize how important they are for all your trivial needs and wants unless they are gone. He was my that invisible guy. I was his favorite grand child from the beginning. I don't know why. Maybe because I spent the maximum time with him, or maybe because I never disobeyed him or disrespected him, or maybe because I inherited few of his traits or maybe because I was the only one who went to his room every night for bedtime stories of likes of Krishna, Rama, Pandavas etc. honestly, I don't know. 

He sure made me feel important though. He dropped and picked me to school everyday without fail. He dropped and picked me from all my coaching classes, dance classes, language classes, friends birthday parties and what not even when those bright flashes of headlights used to make driving almost impossible for him. He must have loved me to the core. He never failed to show up on time. He was always there. It is extraordinary for me because I have not known any guy in my 29 years who have kept his promises like he did. 

On my birthdays he used to get me my favorite Indian sweets, Cake and fabulous flower bouquets. How can someone make sure to do that every year? He never forgot. Never. I swear on God when I say that. Oh! How those beautiful bouquets used to fill my room with fragrance and my heart with joy every year. He hand picked each flower making sure they were fresh like his little flower waiting for them at home. He loved to write poems. He wrote several for me. He made birthday cards for me.
No one pampered me like him. 

I grew up though. I went to college, got busy with my life. Had some other guys in my life then.He was always there in the background.He waited for me always. He dropped and picked me to the airport which was 2 hours from my place. I think it was his deal. He kept his promise to always pick me even when he could not walk. He sat all the way silently in the car to meet me at the airport on time. But the thing is did I notice it then, what I write for the world to read now. A world in which he no longer exists. No I did not. I liked he came to pick me. But then I never expected anything less from him. He made himself so much available that I never realized what would happen if he was not. 

My worst regret is that when he was bedridden in his last few days and I was visiting him he held my hand tightly as I sat next to him.. He could not speak then. He gazed into my eyes though, lovingly. But I got up after ten minutes or so because I was bored and wanted to see my cousins who were at that time in some other room. I just said, "bye baba" and gently removed his hand from mine. What would have happened if I would have just let him hold it a little longer? What would have happened if I had not met my cousins that day and sat there the entire day? What would have happened if I would have not said bye baba and instead had said "I am there for you as long as you want me too."

What would have happened had I said, "I love you, I am gonna be right next to you till your eyes droop, your breathe slows, you dream a happy dream and you let go."

Night night ,
Mrs. Gupta

Thursday, 18 August 2016

When I ...

I am having a brain jammed week (on what to write) for the last two weeks as is very obvious from the long absence of any post on my blog.

I am still in no mood to write up much but did not want to break the continuity of posting on my blog so I am gonna let the pics do the talking.

When I joined Aerobics classes 

When I went to DELHI for Rakshabandhan 
When our babies tied each other Good Earth Rakhis

When I decided to flaunt my baby's shopping

When my baby decided to act crazy in Delhi

When we decided to party at DELHI Club House and the food was super yum.

When we decided to watch a movie in style@ Director's Cut Ambience Mall, Delhi

This sums up the goody goody part of my last two weeks pretty well. As for the rest, let bygones be bygones

Mrs. Gupta

Tuesday, 16 August 2016

Challenge to myself : day 5 & 6

Had put mehendi on my hands so could not post yesterday. 
Weight : 76.4 kg

Not bad , not bad. 

Went for aerobics class today 

Not bad, not bad at all. 

Sunday, 14 August 2016

Challenge to myself : Day 4

Weight : 76.7kg

Whew getting back on track I guess! Although today I ate junk again. 

This post got little late today because I went to watch a movie today and was tired


Lov...Mrs. Guzzzzz

Saturday, 13 August 2016

Challenge to myself: Day 3

Weight 77.4 kg

I think I chose the wrong time to take up the challenge because everything that can possibly go wrong does. My sister in law is here with family for rakshabandhan holidays. I am hogging like crazy wherever we take her. 

God help me. I feel so stupid even writing   about it.

Night night
Mrs. Gupta

Friday, 12 August 2016

Challenge to myself: Day 2

Weight : 77kg

Something is not right with me. I am hogging like a pig these days 

Disappointed with myself 
Let's c how I do tomorrow. An error is not a mistake unless repeated thrice. Said who?- Mrs. Gupta

Thursday, 11 August 2016

Challenge to myself : Day 1

Weight : 76.1 Kg after 1 hour of aerobics session. 

Where I went wrong today : had noodles and Chinese gravy with coke late in the night 

Let's hope I don't commit same mistakes tomorrow again. 84 days to go.

Wednesday, 10 August 2016

Challenge to myself: Eat healthy and lose 15kgs

After giving birth to a baby girl last year I have gained a lot of weight. To be exact I am up by 15kgs of my normal weight. 

I am going to lose those extra kilos before my baby turns one and i.e. 3rd November 2016. 

There are total of 85 days left to achieve it. So to make it work I am going to post my weight every day till 3rd November'2016. 

Let's do it. 

Monday, 8 August 2016

Weekly Book review : The Brethren by John Grisham

I love to read but sometimes you become so preoccupied with your life that your love, your relationships, your hobbies, they all suffer. To make sure that I don't fall in that pit I am going to write a book review every week on Wednesday and for that I will have to read a book every week. 

This week it is The brethren by John Grisham. 

I picked it on a whim. It has caught my fancy but it was a mistake.

It's disappointing. The plot goes like this. Three judges in a Jail with relaxed rules almost like a rehab facility, decide to scam rich gay guys by offering to become their pen pals and busting them once they get to know who they are. Then they blackmail them for money. 

They got Aron lake to write them too. He is the most talked about guy in USA right now.He is a promising candidate for the upcoming presidential elections with a dirty secret that he is gay. 

The story begins with 2 sub plots running simultaneously. On one side is A powerful guy Teddy who controls the entire presidential election and makes sure that Lake wins them too. Lake is a puppet Teddy is using for his own benefit unaware of him being gay.

On the other side are these three judges running the scam from inside Tumbler, the jail. 

The entire novel is how the two get entangled with each other.

The plot is not convincing enough. How come all the 3 judges were there at the same place. It is 21st century and being gay is as okay as having an extra marital affair in United States. 

John Grisham has definitely done some better work. He is more of an entertainer but this time the plot fails to do so as well. If we talk about the literature it's a passé. Nothing great. 

In all I would say if you are bored and have long hours in front of you with nothing else to do you can pick it up. But otherwise go for the older John Grisham novels like "The Firm", "The client"...the list is long and they will not disappoint you like the Brethren.

When I was a Bad Mom

Mr. GUPTA was tapping his feet on the floor, rather impatiently for the past 20 minutes. He is not the one for waiting. It's generally my task. I made him wait in the car outside my parents place. 

We were taking a trip to Agra. We have not been anywhere since our trip to Goa in February. Our feet were getting itchier day by day, our heart restless and our minds were going bonkers thinking when is the next escapade. 

The catch here is that we left my baby ( 9 months old) at my mom's place. Yeah I know tongues will wag. Some will say you are a witch. Why have one if you don't want one! Why make the baby go through all this pain of missing her mum! What is the harm in taking the baby!

Everybody, she is harmless, she is wonderful, she is my devilish angel, she is my lifeline but she is not my entire life. 

Yeah it sounds shocking when a mom says it so openly. But it is true. I love her and all but I do have a life beyond her. 

So I wanted a trip devoid of any responsibilities, like -

Baby has to poop 
Baby has to eat
Baby has to drink water
Baby has to get her diaper changed
Baby has to have her vitamin
Baby has to have her Gutti
Baby has to get a bath
Baby has to get a massage
Baby has to sleep 
And the list goes on

For once I wanted to be Mr. Gupta's carefree baby. And that's what I became for 48 hours.

We dropped her at my parents place around 4 in the evening on Friday. Though we left the town on Saturday but I wanted to be sure that she will be okay without me before leaving. The most important being the bedtime. That's when they want you the most. It all went smooth.

Me and Mr. GUPTA had a weekend. Yes it's not about being a great weekend or an okay weekend or a bad weekend. It was just about having a weekend to ourselves. 

When we picked up Divyanka on Sunday evening she welcomed us with a beautiful smile and little scolding in her language. Otherwise she was all fine and her usual self. 

I was relived it was a success. But it  is not over and gone unless my mum said in the end, " you are a BAD MOM to do so".

What do you think? Have I earned the title BAD MOM? Let me know in the comments.

Night night 
Mrs. Gupta 

Tuesday, 2 August 2016

The Cursed child

After a lifetime I could feel the magic flowing in me again. I feel like a child again. It's Harry Potter's new release after all. It's my love. 

The play "Harry Potter and the Cursed Child" is sensational. It picks up exactly where Rowling left it in 2007 i.e.Nighteen years later. First of all it's a play. So the detailing and the elaboration is lot less but the charisma is intact. 

It's a story of Albus Severus Potter who is not like his brother and sister. He is the week and unworthy son of the great Harry Potter. To add to it he is friends with Draco's son Scorpius. 

Albus wants to prove himself to his father. The play talks about Harry's disappointment to understand his son and protect him from deadly evil that is lurking in the corner waiting for them. The play successfully covers the old characters lives and new ones adventures and how the two gets tangled .
Read on to know more and comment down below to share you views on this book.