I lost my mumma.

Kiddo’s class teacher has started a new reading home work everyday. The kids get a book to read and the parents have to sign a daily reading log complete with title of the book, author and the time spent reading. They then talk about the book in class the next day.

Yesterday’s book was “My Mum is Lost” about a little girl who loves visiting the supermarket with her mum and gets lost there cause she is fascinated by the store and its options.

This book hit the nail on its head and made me realise kiddo had been having dreams of getting lost and not being found.

There is this store in Bangalore which I have visited with kiddo 3 times at diff ages. The first time she was barely 4 months and I had a maid with me who preferred to sit outside and ended up drawing a crowd, all who wanted to glimpse and play with a baby.

Few years down the line, we are all grown up know what we want and LOVE shopping, its the best untiring activity ever. Mum and I get busy in the ladies section and the kids section is on one of the higher floors, needless to say she is impatient to get there. Dad decides to take her there. I’m headed to the trial room and something just makes me stop n think of her…I take out my phone to call dad and he’s asking me where she is? My heart just stopped. Then he tells me how he had to go to the rest room and looking for it and getting back took some time. He had asked her to stay put where she is and told her he would be back in 5. Why he did not call me and tell me to get her, I don’t know, I did not ask. I really did not want to blame him, I knew she knows my number and was hoping one of the many store assistants would have found her. Expecting an announcement over the PA sys, I head towards the CS desk. I receive a call from an unrecognized number, turns out it is the CS desk calling me. I reach there and there she is with this huge hooola hoop around her, just waiting to burst into tears at my sight.  And boy does she cry, buckets. All women staff on duty that day remorseful that they did not have any chocolates around. Now my mum is blissfully shopping, she has no idea all this is going on. On the other hand my bro who is in a diff town knows. I get a call from mum wondering where I disappeared and why am I still not at billing. And for 10 min we’re all there waiting for her to stop crying. It was both hilarious, slightly scaring and reassuring at the same time!

2-3 weeks back, we are in the same store again. This time there is a sale and its like a fish market in there. For some strange reason while walking in I tell her; don’t cry if u get lost, you just have to find an adult to call me. It is so hard to keep her in one place in a store. She just wants to go to the kids section again, I keep her next to me, annoying me to the max. We get there, finish her shopping, she’s satisfied and I get back to mine. Till she discovers she hasn’t see the toy section, which is right behind where I am. Next to the toy section, the billing where dad is in queue. She runs out there. I am right there, moving in-between rows and suddenly mum comes to me and says I can”t see her. I go check, ask around. The attenders are useless today. Can’t blame them too, there is just too much crowd. This time I’m scared. Even though I know its a closed store, what if someone has just snatched her. Take out my mobile and there’s a missed call. how I even missed it, I don’t know!! I call and it’s this other shopper who found her. I go to get her and realise they found her at the other end of the store, at the front while we were all at the back. She just kept walking and looking for me and they found her crying. I got such dagger looks from her mum, she is like “you didn’t know where your daughter was, what kind of mother are you?! How could you not know where she is?!” How do I explain to her? Apparently mine was the second kiddo they rescued that day. I just thanked her and took kiddo. Yeah, she was bawling away and didn’t stop for a long time. For the first time, she was hungry, she’s a true blue fashionista who forgets everything while shopping.

She seemed back to her normal self, joking about how she got lost, it became an adventure to her. Till she got this book. Into the second page and she’s realises it’s drawing a parallel to her life. Happily she’s talking about how she lost her mumma in the store too. And today morning she wakes up thrashing and punching my arm. She says she was fighting those who were trying to kidnap her.



We women, are doomed.

Light drizzle late evening after torrential rains. Mad traffic, traffic signals free for all. I’m not sure how it is in other cities but in my town, it’s madness and not to mention dangerous. 

I’m running late and can’t drive fast, traffic and rains don’t allow me to. I reach this junction, cross this huge speed bump, an auto has slowed to let me pass and bam, comes this guy on a luna riding at full speed from behind the auto and rams into my car. His head just below the front wheel. Heart in the mouth moment for me. Thankfully he stand up, picks his vehicle and goes away apologising profusely and looking scared. but not before I gave him my two cents. and I’m thinking why was he driving like that? Did he not see that the auto was not moving, was waiting for me to pass. and what made him think he could just go like that at a crossing?! I had so many things I wanted to ask him, but the fact that he was alive was a huge relief. Last thing I wanted was a guy dying under my car. 

You know what’s worse? the auto had 2 women in it, who wasted no time in screaming at the top of their lungs that it was my fault cause it was a woman driving. A man on a scooter behind the auto, who just arrived, blaming me. Another vehicle which just arrived, again blamed me. Why did they blame me? cause the women kept screaming,” we saw the whole thing, it’s her fault!”. All the while the guy who fell, kept apologising to me. I know we both were relieved that he was alive and he just a little bit more cause I didn’t ask for his number or take down his vehicle number. 

I really wanted to get down and ask those women, wtf made them think it was my fault. But with Imp strapped on, phone rings reminding me how late I was getting and dressed in all finery; fighting in the middle of the road in the rain didn’t seem appealing. 

What is it with the men and women, generally blaming the woman for things gone wrong? none of them even bothered to find out who was wrong. It was assumed to be me cause I was a woman driving a car? Faced this so many times. Rude, annoyed looks, being chased and cursed cause I overtook or gave back a glare I received for no fault of mine. And I have seen men driving worse, breaking traffic rules and what not. But nothing for them. Just cause it’s a man?!

Why am I so bothered by this? It’s quite common to blame the bigger vehicle in any accident. I can’t get it out of my mind… the attitude of those women. So easily and confidently they blamed me. Was it so necessary to blame? All they had to do was use their head. The auto driver didn’t say a word, was just a mute spectator. 

My car? Seriously dented, minor scratches from his vehicle but the guy hit the side bumper so hard, it looked painful. His shoulder must be really hurting. My driver looks at it and goes – kuch nahi, hathoda ya haath se maaro peeche se, theek hojaata, seedha hojaata. yeh aaj kal ki gadiya plastic ki banti hain. Apna ambassador hota toh uski gaadich nahi bachti. bro completes – yeh andar hoti aur woh uppar and both have a nice laugh. 

Yes, from being yelled at by total strangers to being made fun off…sigh!

Jokes apart, don’t you think we women are doomed? 

Say a lill prayer for me!

“Mumma!! I’m Hungry, gimme food.” Heard this so many times before. But today was music to my ears.

Imp breaking her fast after 25 hours. Watching your kid retch has got to be one of the worst punishments ever. This full of life kid, sitting in one place too tired to move, one sip of water and is puking again. Only phlegm, 7 times, Imp kept count and I lost count. No solid food, only maybe a full glass of water and half a glass of buttermilk is all she had the whole day. 

I hope this is the end of her relentless cold and cough. I can’t see her sick. Dear God, don’t punish me this way. 

Fingers Crossed.