After a loooongg break

So, you might have actually forgotten that such a blog exists, like I have. Well, to be honest, I did not even know I had written things, until I decided it is time for food blogging. And surprise (NOT!), I find another blog under my name, I did not even know I could write so well long back.

After this break, re-introducing myself as a mother to 10 month old lovely girl. The sole purpose of this post, is "HER".

I found out I had a tiny little person growing inside me towards the end of December 2013. I had a home test done, confirmed, went to a ob/gyn, confirmed, vitamins, calcium, iron, scans, blood tests....it was a total breeze.. Easy-peasy (NOT! Again)

I was lying, it definitely was not a breeze. I stumbled through morning sickness, every day, till the day i pushed her out of me. Food i loved to eat became my new hate foods. And the scans, were crazy scary, don't get me wrong, it was lovely looking at the heart beat and all, but when the technician used to drag the scan stick around, it definitely was scary.

Not to mention I went on with the full term. FORTY full weeks of pregnancy. TEN whole months. I walked, faster sometimes, to start with pain, or the water-breaking experience. Nopes!!! Just would not happen. I tried all grandma remedies, jeera in hot water, butter with salt in hot water, none of these helped.

Finally, one day after my due date (Sep11), I was taken to the hospital. The hospital stay was an amazing experience. I had a suite, that can be converted to a labor room, when the baby was due, and I was not required to move around for the labor. Just stay in my bed, push the baby out, rest back in the same bed. Sounds good, yeah?? The next best thing, I was served food at every two hour interval, something even my mom sometimes overlooked. Soups, coffee, tea, milk, lunch, dinner.. so much, that I received the soup when I was pushing the baby out inside the room. Sound great, yeah? It ends here.

I was induced with pain, at 11 pm on 11th of September. The doctor then said, it might not work on the first induction, you would be needing another one in some time. She comes back in a couple of hours, feels me up, and says the progression is good. Keep walking, you might not need another induction, and lets see by tomorrow. I start feeling the contractions then, gradually, very light, but noticeable.. Scary. Another two houts, and I could feel the contractions much better, byt not enought yet. From what I was told, it was 1% of the actual labor contractions. Scary enough again. And then my water was broken artificially. Swooooshhhh.... It was then that I could actually start feeling the contractions, severely, like someone had plunged a hand inside of me, and twising my uterus.

The contractions worsened over time, and by 10 am the following day, I was wailing my heart out for a C-section. I did not want the pain anymore. The doctors were stubborn on a normal delivery. The baby was high up in the womb, and was refusing to come out, Finally, at 12, the baby started responding, and moving towards the exit (or entrance??) My husband was allowed inside, to encourage me to push. One look at me, he was ashen faced, and numb, and hid behind my back, muttering in a stricken voice to push. It was like a show, with 3 ob/gyns, 1 paed, 4 nurses, not because the condition was critical, but because normal delivery was a rare scenario then.

12:15 pm, with one last push, the baby was out..."It is a lovely girl, and you were amazing" was all my ob/gyn told me. One more push, to chuck out the remnants of the sac... My tummy deflated, and I had her in my arms, my heart felt euphoric...

So, this post will cover up for my absence. Promises to be regular will always be there....

GLASS PAINTINGS!!!

I did not know what my passion was for ages until now. Glass paintings have been closer to my heart than anything else possibly. I seem so endorsed in glass painting, that it takes out everything from my mind, the utmost concentration it requires does the trick. the proper mixing of colours, the requirement of the paint brushes time and again, everything makes me fall in love with them all over again!
a couple of my glass paintinga are included here, the method, a few tips will also be added!

Is this...... can this be heaven??????? or, is it hell?????????

On a bright sunday morning, i woke up stretching, expecting another lazy day. I had this beautiful dream and wa woken up with a start by my sweetheart mother, spoiling the entire thing. Sigh, all happens with a reason, i believe. So then, i try to stick the paste on to my toothbrush failing miserably twice, because my eyes would never stay open. I finally work up on it, went onto the couch and lazed on it, and again was upright by my mother's loud voice. "Coffee venuma?" (do u want coffee), she asks!! "One hot cup please, dont give me a cold one". She starts shouting all over saying, "dont u dare sit with the coffee for an hour and waste your time, go have your bath and help me with the household work". Ok, i must mention here that, this is one routine that mom and me always follow, neither of us actually listening to each other, but its all in the fun-game. We end up laughing at the end of the day and this is one of those days.
Finally, unable to bear myself unbathed (if such a word exists), i rush to the bathroom, for a hot shower. Well, this is where my conscious left me, the traitor, had expected him to stay with me for longer. All i could see and feel was, my head hit hard on the bathroom slab, and i hit the floor in turn and i could see colourful rings. As am sure, you would not believe this, but i actually did see those rainbow coloured rings, and i couldnt stop wondering, "Is this heaven??, have i been that good that god's put me in heaven, or is it just like the beginning of good before the actual bad starts and could this actually be hell??"
And then again, i felt myself being dragged out of the bathroom, to my room nearby, i could hear my brother  crying, my mother shouting, but where was dad??? I felt myself being dressed up and carried downstairs to and inside a car, i could feel my mom sitting with my head on her lap and my neighbour lady on the other side!
The next thing i knew, i was in the hospital, and i woke up to see my dad with those tears in his eyes (never seen him cry before). The doctors thought i had lost it and questioned my sanity asking things about me and were convinced when i answered them properly! I thought i was having this stupid dream all through and was convinced only when my mother said it wasn't!
TERRIFIC, TERRIFYING INCIDENT!!!!

Reviewing " AAYIRATHIL ORUVAN"

"Am Anitha, archaelogical department", says reema sen. Anyone who knew she could be this glamorous would have hired her ages back. Until upto the first half, karthi seems to have no part in the movie, except fighting with reema and trying to romance with andrea! Andrea, a worthy choice, has played her part well!
The director has gone well into the history and the trouble he has taken seems to be worth it. The unknown depths of the Chola and the Pandia kingdom may not be a fact, but has the expected effect on the audience. Parthiban, as the Chola king, is also a good choice and has played his part well.
The 7 problems faced by the travellers while travelling to the chola kingdom, how the overcome that, what is reema's part as the leader, why is karthi involved in this, does andrea find her father?? The answers to these questions is the basic story all about!
Andrea seems to be getting all the things right at the end of the day with her constant reference to the ola chuvadi. The two ladies of the movie fighting on one particular scene, is fun to watch. karthi looks like he is the same as in paruthiveeran again, his style, attitude, mannerisms!
The fact that the chola kingdom still exists in the Ming Hua island in Vietnam sounds unbeleivable. The audience seems to be expecting only the remnants of the kingdom, but it comes as a shock to see that the entire empire exists, awaiting the return of the young little prince of the chola kingdom who was sent away for his safety!
The return of the prince in turn would mean that the kingdom would grow up and see light! The entire story for this return of the prince is painted and the king seems to be referring the paintings alone, as in the ola chuvadi!
The war between the chola and the pandia can be called as a dramatic end to the movie. Where karthi goes at the end, is unsaid, and the audience are dumb-struck and dont realise the end of the movie until the lights in the theatre are switched on, and leave the theatre in daze, not knowing if it was a good movie or not!
Selvaraghavan could have completed the movie with a proper climax instead of an open-ending! Audience seem to be getting restless waiting for the movie to end in the second half which is a drag! G.V.Prakash's muic is outstanding, un mela aasa thaan song seems to get the score.

"TRAITOR," said that offensive look!

Well, this is my first post here, and i am starting off with an incident that took place today morning! My sister's son, about 6 months old, staying in my place is the hero here! He's terrible when he open his mouth in a wail, and the doctor says he's colicky! But to me, well, he's just an hyperactive kid, and i find myself applauding and crying with all the new things he does (when i say crying, its not tears of joy, its out of fear, as to what his new activity is going to lead me into) He sleeps only on a hammock and refuses to sleep anywhere else! My parents and his parents find this endearing, but i think he is being pampered a lot!
Oh well, there this bond between him and his grandmother (my mother, unfortunately, for me). He is very close to her, and when its my mother who says "Rakshan, stop it, I say NO", he understands and stops, but when its me who says "NO baby", he just grins and continues his mischief! And his food pipe refuses to accept the food if its anyone other than his grandma feeding him! he gags gags n PUKE!!! there goes all the trouble i took in feeding him, and that's when i actually discovered this trick of feeding him in the shammock! He's well asleep, all i have to do is, fill the bottle with is milk, put it in his mouth and he starts sipping onto his milk happily, smiling to himself and dreaming (who knows, probably a duet with his soul mate) Well, people do say that its a very bad way of feeding him as probably it may become a bad habit in the future, but, WHO CARES, my ear drums are better off without him wailing his heart out, i'd rather take all the troubles in making him get over that habit in the future than actually let him cry, sympathising myself!!
He's got a great ear for music! Man, should i say he loves music. He listens to all sort of music, but basically the devotional melodies (got it from his father, i presume). He refuses to sleep without music, and, he has this very bad habbit of singing along with the song, he knows not the lyrics and knows not the tune, but keeps humming! Everyone thinks he's going to make a great singer or a vocalist in the near future, but well, i say, he is just mocking us with our singing.
Here is the actual incident, he was happily swinging in his shammock today and i was the was the one who was trying to make him sleep. I kept changing the songs, trying to tune onto one which would make him drift into a nice happy sleep so that he need not strain his throat (or actually our ears). But, well, none of the usual songs seemed to work out on his sleeping hormones (unfortunately for me, coz i had to keep swinging and when i stop, he opens his mouth in a loud wail, and that would in turn result in my mother raising her voice, against me. Sighhh, its a long process). But i knew him well, and there is this particular song he can never resist, and his eyelids hug each other against their will at the start of this song (to all those struggling parents - this is HARIVARASANAM song, and if it can make the lord sleep, why not rakshan, well, any kids for that matter). He was admiring his fingers with that naughty look on his face clearly stating, "am not gonna sleep, sweet aunt, do watever u want"!! At the start of the song, his finger could not hold his attention anymore, he looked up at me with that offensive look on his face, that purely called me a "TRAITOR, i dint expect this from you, thought you were my favourite aunt, i dont want to sleep now"! I replied back with a malicious look "Doesn't matter baby, u can sleep, i dont want the designation of being your favourite aunt, and change your nappy all through my life"! and that was the last conversation we had, before he drifted off!! I got the beautiful time to sit back and read the newpaper instead, admiring my job!