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Monday, November 24, 2014

The Koyri girl

I have a friend, a friend called ~G. Funny name I know, specially that thingie before her initial. God knows it took me ages to find that on my tablet. 

I 'met' her first when she dropped by my blog commenting on some silly H and N antic and telling me she was a masi to a similar munchkin. She stuck when I read her post on how she'd given up watching the tele and was putting her time to better use, leaving me awed and inspired.

But that was nothing compared to what I felt when I found what she was doing with her time. Check these out...






She is the Koyri girl.

When she turned entrepreneur with this venture guess who was one of her customers? Yeah Moi! 

She's fun and smart and oh so creative. The specialest thing about her creations is the 'you' that you find in them. If you have a dress and have gone crazy trying to find a pair of matching earrings - she'll make them for you. See a design and don't know where to find it? She'll make that too. Your friend wants in in another colour? Done!

Do check out her creations online here.






Tuesday, November 18, 2014

#Microblog Mondays- The Pink Run

If you've bumped into me on FB you'll know already what this post is going to be about. Yes yes yes!! I did the Pinkathon! I ran the 5km marathon to raise breast cancer awareness. I wrote about it earlier here when I registered.

We woke up to a perfect weather on Sunday morning - cool and dry with a gentle breeze. The reporting time was 5.30 am, which meant we needed to be up by 4.30. Gawd!! The thought was enough to make me want to not go. But am I glad I went!

I'm really just not good enough a writer to put into words how incredible the experience was. The warmth, the bonhomie, the energy - incredible. Women young  and old, women in saris, girls in hot pants, moms with strollers, sisters, daughters, buddies, even a pair of girl-dogs (I presume) in glittery pink collars  - all together in a wonderful glorious sea of pink and white.




And then there was The Handsomest Brand Ambassador ever - Milind Soman - who I had the hugest teenage crush on. Still have it! Sigh! He's way way more handsome up close, if that is even possible.
Sigh some more!!!




My dancing-in-public debut happened at the warm up Zumba session. I found myself following the instructor on stage, with gusto, I might add. It helped having a bit of a crazy friend by my side, and that the music was familiar from our Zumba class. Feet were stamped, elbows bumped and eyes were poked. Sorrys flew around and were waved away with smiles.

From 89 years to 18 months - there was a range of participants. I found myself running next to two five year olds egged on by their mom. Each time their steps flagged the mom would say, 'You want that medal, don't you? Come on!!' And they'd double their efforts. Once they sat down by the road but two minutes and a few sips of water and they were up again. Dads, husbands, brothers, friends and sunny-smiled volunteers lined the roads clapping and cheering and clicking pictures.

The run itself was hardly a little over 40 minutes. Before we knew it, we were jogging towards the finish line and we had the medals and were munching on biscuits and sipping hot tea.

Just perfect!


Yeah I'm a finisher.

Linking to Mel's # Microblog Mondays at Stirrup Queens. 






Monday, November 10, 2014

Sunday Breakfast

Sunday morning I woke up craving Upma - a savoury dish made from semolina with peanuts and loads of veggies. I set out chopping carrots and defreezing peas. 

As I started roasting the semolina in walked N. 
'What are you making mama?' she asked, 'Halwa?' 
Halwa is a sweet preparation also made from roasted Semolina, a huge favourite with both the kids. H followed soon, sniffing, 'Ummm I haven't even smelt halwa for soooo long.' He's such a sniffer, this one. He goes around smelling flour and dough and sugar and raw vegetables. 

The halwa used to be a breakfast staple till The Husband turned diabetic. I, in any case, am a perpetual weight watcher. Besides, I've been in consultation with a dietitian for the past few months and am allowed a 'what-I-want' breakfast only on Sundays.


Anyway, even as the kids hung around the kitchen, before I knew it, just like that, I was pouring ghee (clarified butter) in the pan, then the roasted semolina and the sugar and making halwa.

Instead of this..
Doesn't the upma look great with all those colourful vegetables?
Photo courtesy: Dreamstime.com

I ended up with this.
That's halwa - Sweet and nutty and delicious.
Photo courtesy: Dreamstime.com

That's what kids do - saunter into your lives without as much as a 'May-I' and change your plans completely. What's stranger, you don't realise it for a long long time and when you do, you don't really mind it. They do bring along lots of sweetness, right? 
That kind of makes it all worth it.

However, what they do not do, is stave off Upma cravings. And so after I was done, up went another pan and I set out roasting a fresh batch of semolina and made the Upma too. No point stifling your cravings.

The Sunday breakfast table was one happy place yesterday.

Linking to # Microblog Mondays hosted by Mel at Stirrup Queens.

Saturday, November 08, 2014

For a good cause

 A few weeks before Diwali we were approached by a resident from our complex asking for old clothes and toys to be donated to an organisation close to where we stay.

As any mom with growing kids will know we have tons and tons of both, what with changing wardrobes each season. Nope that's not an attempt to keep up with the fashion houses it's just that the kids grow amazingly fast. And so we made out three large bags - clothes, toys and books.

That's where I think the idea germinated and N and her friends decided to take the cause further. They have long been fascinated with playing 'shop shop' where they sell imaginary things to each other. Combining both ideas they got busy crafting during their Diwali vacations. They painted diyas, quilled cards and made some other knick knacks like pencil tops and wall decorations. They then arranged them prettily in baskets and went around the complex selling them to the residents.

They managed to raise a small amount of money and took it to the lady who had approached us for the donations. She in turn got in touch with the NGO and came back with the information that they needed a cooking gas stove for their daycare centre. So a gas stove was bought and handed over by the girls. What a happy bunch it was that came home that day (after an ice cream treat for their efforts).

It was such a pleasant change to have this usually quibbling, arguing, gossipping bunch get together and do some good work. For once we had people patting us on the back for the kids' good work even though we had barely anything to do with it.

The most important takeaway was of course that it is not really tough to lend a hand if one decides to. If each small bunch in a building complex could get together for a small initiative such as this one we could have so many more smiles. Right?

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