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So he went for 2D1N trip.
It turned into a 4D3N trip.
The kid’s back today.
With a National level gold medal.

He looks a few inches taller.
And somehow leaner.
And all “growed up”.

He left a little boy.
And came back no longer “little” boy.

I never got to say bye… to the “little” boy.

He told me the stories….
About the kicks and the points and the sensors
That I just couldn’t follow.

I just kept nodding along.
For the first time, there’s stuff he knows more about than I do.

And I just kept hugging him
Until he said mom, you’re over doing it
And he wriggled away
And ran off to play with friends.

For 4 days, the house was spotlessly clean. No effort required.
For 4 days, it took me less than 30 min a day for all meals.
For 4 days, I wasn’t picking up after anyone
Or telling them to eat

But for 4 days, I was constantly checking my phone for some news from him.

And now that he’s back
His stuff strewn all over the house
Food all out over the table and kitchen platform
Home feels complete again

My heart.. now that’s another matter
It feels like my “little” boy’s gone.
And we’re starting a new phase
I feel out of my element
And yet, it’s the start of a new adventure


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Sunday morning breakfast. Easy. Lazy. Father and son conversation over a lazy breakfast
H: My birthday's coming up next month. What gift will you get for me sweetie.
A's eyes light up, face animated, all excited  - I will get you stars, like the ones in my room! Then you can also put in your room.
The kid's thrilled. The Dad a bit let down.
H: And what other gift will you get for me..
A rushes in to his room and gets a Ben-10 package. Happy Birthday Baba! This is for you. It's very big. It will fit you. It's just like mine. Then you can wear Ben-10 bandi just like me!

Aah.. these melting moments.


Continuing the lazy Sunday.. It's just 10 am. We've already been up a few hours. Yes, we're like that. The Damn Body clock just doesnt realise it's a Sunday. The maid's gone. The cleaning up chores all done - well atleast the ones I cant turn a blind eye to. Breakfast made by H - soupy noodles. All 3 of us sprawled out on the chitai, with the balcony glass doors wide open. The view opens out to lovely blue white grey monsoon skies, cool wind, the 4 palms swaying away, the yellow genda and the pink xyz adding a dash of color. Kid finishes and jumps off dancing to the balcony. Then stoops down to smell the roses..sorry er genda fool...

I say to H - feels just like a holiday. 
H: Ya. Almost.
Me: a chirpy sigh. What's missing? its such an enchanting moment.
H: Room service!??!

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Exercising. At age 3.

You know the kid is growing up too fast when he falls to the floor and copies his Dad doing pushups. Perfectly. Just the right posture. I’ve seen gym instructors and sports coaches break their heads trying to get guys to do the damn thing right. And he goes and simply copies his Dad. Copycat!

Shouldn’t have been a surprise. We’ve been using ‘strength’ & muscles and biceps ‘just like Baba’s as the motivation to get him to drink milk and eat daal. Best intentions. Sigh.


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In the 2 years of its existence,Β  this blog has acquired an identity of its own. Over the last few months, as I stepped up to reclaim my life, i just couldnt express myself here. This is Goosh’s blog.Β  All about him. His antics.

And as he grows up, I’m having qualms publishing every antic, every experience online, open to everyone.

So with the new year, I’m doing 2 things

1. Making Goosh’s blog private – readable only to people with permission. From 10th Jan 2011.

If there are any readers still out there ;), and u’d like to stay tuned about the Goosh’s antics, drop me a mail at richajn@gmail.com, and I’ll add you on.

2. Moving to my own space: http://richajn.wordpress.com

It’s been wonderful being part of the blogging world; I’ve made many friends; and learnt much from all you cool moms out there. You know who you are πŸ™‚ Thank you all for just being there !

I do hope you join me on my new blog soon.

Wishing you all a rocking new year!

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Yes, my maid hunt continues. I’ve got 2 temps to do the dishesΒ  and the cooking for now. But I need to find a full time maid. FAST. So ladies, if you know anyone PLEASE do let me know.

Its been about a month with my plaster. And now it’ll be another few weeks of hobbling around with a crepe bandage. Instead of resting, I’ve been running behind kiddo, cooking, cleaning, and all such stuff. Ah, fun I tell you!

Tried an agency as well. But I seem to be outta luck.

Need to get this thing sorted out fast before I get back to a full time job. If you know of any maid / agency, please do let me know…….

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Well.. they do say the universe conspires to give you what you really and truly want.

So for me, the universe ensures that there’s never a dull moment. That my life is always interesting πŸ˜‰ Amen.

Even though at times, its not quite what I want, in ways that I want, but heck.. its definitely always colorful, always interesting, and my plate is always full.

And at times, when you dont listen to it, it forces you to step back and take note.

So certain events happened at Work. And I decided to quit. I’ve had a great 6 years here. Got to do some interesting, exciting work. Got to work with some amazing people. Got to travel to some amazing places. But now, I guess its just time to move on.

My last 2 weeks here and I’m feeling quite nostalgic. 6 years is definitely the longest I’ve ever been in one place, in my life. The closest comes Bombay, with 5 years. I’m gonna miss everyone. It takes a while to register that I wont be seeing this bunch every single day. Or the coffee machine we hate so much.

It also forces you to think about all the stuff we take so much for granted. Like the lovely campus with reserved parking and security; or the office boys available for all errands; or all the other perks that work so efficiently and effectively like the courier desk, the xerox m/c, printer, cafeteria, the laptop and the ip-phone. When you think about it, the list of small stuff that we take for granted, is so endless. Like the newspaper and milk that are delivered to your door everyday.

The only thing constant is change, right. And its the only way you can move ahead.

So here I am, welcoming it πŸ™‚

The plan is to chill, spend some time with Goosh, do some of my favourite stuff, paint, crafts, and some photography, if I can smooch (er, borrow) a DSLR from someone for a few weeks πŸ˜‰Β  I’m really, really looking forward to a break for the next month or so, while I search for the next job. If you know of any openings in the Semiconductor space for an extremely bright and talented young woman with over 9 years of experience with the best companies in the industry, drop me a mail πŸ˜‰

And now I get back to grappling with this whole ton of ideas, an endless list of things I want to do, that I’d like to do in my break … wondering how much of it I’ll be able to get around to πŸ˜‰Β  Can I entice anyone into setting up a nice cushy fund for me so that I can pursue my insatiable appetite for life.Β  Or can one of you help me rig a lottery πŸ˜‰

Wish me well folks!

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I just read this and had to share it.

Beautifully inspiring.

Just do what it takes to make your dreams happen.

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The Singing Tree

A reader of my books met me at an afternoon book-signing in Bilbao, in the Basque Country.

“You always speak of symbols,” she tells me, “I want to show you a symbol that you have never seen.”

The next day she picks me up at my hotel.

“I don’t know how this started,” she says, “but legend has it that an old Jewish alchemist claimed that these trees could sing. The mayor of the town said that if he could not prove what he claimed, he would be killed. Ever since then, every year a tree sings in Soria, symbolically saving those who feel that everything is possible.”

We reach Soria and go to a square. Little by little, people begin to gather and all of a sudden a complete band with all their instruments climbs the gigantic bi-centenarian elm tree in the middle of the square. Each musician occupies a branch.

Under the command of an invisible wand, a tree sings in Soria.

– Paulo Coelho

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