Ideally, the title of this post should be “The vacation that it was…” but then.. the break that I had after a very straining 4 week critical test period whizzed off so soon that, I am not sure if I really had a break at all.
I was in Chennai for Navrathri and ended up basically doing nothing, for the pooja itself. The few initial days were spent sitting in front of laptop, working endlessly. With every passing day of me working from home, I am going against the whole idea itself. Its becoming more of a headache than an advantage, which qualifies for a separate post. As its impossible for me to note down every single thing that happened during my break in a single post, I am going to put down a few snippets from my visit to Chennai this round.
Out of the ten days I stayed there, I and S had no spare minute to talk. We had super good time with the family, but I am missing the time I get to talk to him, alone. To tell the truth, S was very very busy and I got to see him come home only for sleeping. Most of my time was spent with my parents or in-laws. I am so not liking this phase!
On the positive side, amma and I were together for a good number of days and I had the pleasure of listening to her endlessly. We talked. We danced. We sang. We ate. We talked and the cycle continued. I am so happy, I got to do all this. But, a part of me is worried. I see that Amma is growing old and weak – something that I am having difficulty coming to terms with. I think this is the most frightening and frustrating phase for both of us. I know she is growing old and her energy levels are deteriorating. But she just wouldn’t stop. She keeps herself busy 24hrs a day and that makes me feel worried but she wouldn’t listen to me. I want her to be healthy and happy, and so inorder to stop her – I would scold her. We both would spend some bitter ten minutes before making up for the fight. All of a sudden, I feel like I am her mom when she listens to me or makes a puppy face. I end up scooping her in both my arms and we both would giggle 😀
All my plans of going on short one day trips around the city were utter flop, thanks to the busy work life of S and the never ending heavy rains. Atleast a day of clear weather would have seen me going to a few places that I always wanted to go. But no.. the rain wouldnt just stop at all. I was confined to the walls of my home.
As my luck would have it, I spent those days of perfect health at my mom’s place and landed at my in-laws when I was totally weak and sick. With S also going off to work, I should say I spent the most terrible days of my life at my in-laws. Thank God, my MIL was a sweetheart – otherwise, I would have killed myself. I understood something very clear – if one is sick, there can never be any other comfort place in this whole world than his/her own home. Though I am close to everyone at my in-laws, there is no denying of the fact that I suffered – that too without having S by my side.
This trip also made me realize one more thing – there is nothing that can be comforting except for lying down, for the terrible horrible stomach and back pain during the chums. The fact that I was stuck up at my in-laws only worsened my condition. Cooking was a horrible idea, which I otherwise love to do. MIL expects me to cook, whenever I am with them. Standing long hours (lasting upto 4hrs) was such a pain and I swore to myself that I must never end up being in this situation again. I may come as immature for complaining about such simple thing, but.. it was close to hell – even with a very understanding MIL.
Shopping on a rainy, gloomy day in the crowded T.Nagar was not a good idea. We walked, stood, climbed so many steps to get only a saree for my sis. But with such a crowd, I am happy, we atleast got one saree. On the way back home, I asked my sis to go home first and decided to shop a little bit more in the local market. I was amazed to see the collection of salwars that, I ended up buying one for each one of us (including sis and SILs). There is no such feeling like witnessing the joy on loved ones faces on seeing a surprise salwar 😀
Ended up watching English Vinglish a couple more times (totally three times now) with both the extended families and I only seem to love it more everytime. I am ready to watch it another 3 times also, without complaining. There is no comparison, but I would prefer English Vinglish to Barfi. Yesterday, we all were watching Barfi (second time for me) and I had to stop myself from falling asleep though I loved this movie too.
A person who will be my all time pillar of support, the one who will always be my superman, the one who comes no where near medicines and hospital, the one who wouldn’t be frightened of anything that I can think of, the one who advises me endlessly, the one who never likes resting for even a minute – my Nanna – is completely changed now. For that matter – a normal fever shook him completely. He is growing old too and that is frightening him. I saw him take so many medicines prescribed for different conditions – including multi-vitamin tablets to sugar tablets. He visits doctor regularly and is in full control of his body, but he is growing old. Its sad to see him this way, but I know there is no other go. The three ladies of his life, would never desert him he knows. But occasional cribs from him on his growing age are making me feel I should leave everything behind and be next to him.
Needless to say – I cooked a lot. Nothing new, but I cooked a lot. I made Paneer Butter Masala – Restaurant Style, Baby Corn Manchurian, Masala Pori (puffed rice), Golden Fried Baby Corn, Orange Phirni, Schezwan Fried Rice, Masala Vadas, Chakra Pongal, Ven Pongal, Arachivita Sambar, Sundal and many more. Sadly or Luckily, I dont have pictures!! 🙂
The same old problem of baby and related advises were thrown my way, much to my irritation. But I was smiling within, as I imagined myself offering intense prayers to various Gods, who would then bring in a Jothi into me and all of a sudden I could be pregnant, just like the Ramayana Mahabharatha stories 😀 😀 😀 people never think twice about the situations, before telling their wishes.
S decided to drop me here today, as I would feel very lonely to come back to an empty house and we both traveled back together. If not for things of this kind, I can easily forget that I am married, thats how life is treating us. Books would keep me company until S comes back for the weekend. In between, I would have to spend a day alone as Nov 1st is a holiday. But the dirty house is calling for help and that should keep me busy!