Unpublished

Saved 5 years ago 'Getting a driving licence in Qatar' and other such mundane matters. I receive a whatsapp message this morning. The generic, forward kind. The kind you get from a chronic offender of the inpardonable sin of sending unamusing, irrelevant, inane forwarded messages that no one reads. This one read.. Virtually nothing is...

Hello there!

Yay! I have found my way back to the blog. I am not a fan of the all-too-often used word "hiatus" and therefore shall refrain from using it to explain my absence here. I have no fancy excuses to cover my a%s* (the usual - sickness, horrendous rotation schedule, family, travel, weddings...); but things got...

Troubles. And a mid- air chat.

The trouble with trouble is that when you are in the middle of it, it seems insurmountable. Life ahead seems inconceivable. You use terms and phrases like never, ever, why... They become a mantra. You fail to appreciate all the things you have going for you. All the things in your life that make it...

Mum’s packing again.

Mum's packing again (we have to do it more than once a month it looks like). And I tell you, it's the funniest thing. Even Papa finds it comical. Her antics are the same every time. She starts off with a proclamation that she will pack light. That she will not carry a single, unnecessary...

Ma Wednesday! Refining the art of baby travel- Part 2

Choices galore So many choices I say. Choosing the date of travel, the airline, the time, the seats...phew! Date, well you might not have total control; but  travelling bang in the middle of the work week is obviously better in terms of queues and crowds. Many people tell me it's best to travel at night...

The downsized mommy- travel purse!

There was a time I carried my laptop and worked on the plane. I would buy magazines at the airport and read them cover to cover. A twelve hour flight would mean two movies, one book, at least two magazines (cover to cover), some grubbing, some shut eye and loads of window- gazing. Sigh! Those...

Ma Wednesday! Refining the art of baby travel- Part 1

For a human being who can not yet dress herself, or do her hair or even have the motor skills to use a spoon effectively; she does a darned good job at clicking- on  her infant seat belt. She can undo it herself as well. She braces herself and hangs on to dear life when...

Why I love to fly- 3!

Airport hopping is something the entire family loves. We have even come to enjoy the cold, soggy stuff they pass off as food. The vortex that sucks in our waste, the stale, dry cabin- air, the duty- bound hence pleasant attendants, the non- functional bassinet seats, the turbulence and palpable fear of death- we love it...

Chasing the sun!

At the crack of dawn, The Mister and I sneaked out of bed. Like an elite, enemy reconnaissance and rescue team, we made no sound and went about the motions in nigh darkness with trained precision. The Little One was to be left behind, and we were to leave without her knowledge. The poor thing would...

Of unwitting absence.

It's been a while folks! The blog absence and internet abstinence was unintentional; circumstantial. The H family was on a road trip. A trip initiated by grim events and complicated by urgency. We packed in haste and  hit the road unprepared. It is amazing how much life and thought are forced to change when you...