Thai High

I could feel my head lighter… Captain Morgan + Coke was definitely working. The ice-cubes in my glass were singing a song of intoxication along with the slice of lemon as I took another sip. I knew I was high… I looked at Aum sleeping peacefully in his pram and the chimes in my brain tingled to the winds of freedom…

I wanted to jump and do the dance of victory… But I composed my extreme happiness in that blissful Thai environment…

Husband was sitting right across the table. His face lit with the rays of a red candle romantically placed in the centre of the table. It was about a year since we last had such a dinner. It was in Abu Dhabi, Intercontinental, in our favourite Italian restaurant. That was our last date before the arrival of our monster and this was our first after the arrival.

The walls of the restaurant were red. The lighting was perfectly dim to vanish post-pregnancy blemishes of my cheeks and make me look as fresh as a peach... There were thai mermaids and hawk bodied, ornate ladies carved in wood; serenely watching over husband and me from the mural… It was a dream!!!

A dainty young ‘Thai’ girl in beautifully woven ‘Thai’ dress came to us with her ‘Thai’ menu. Husband did the thinking and I did the leching. Her tummy was enviously flat; figure as slender as Indian snake-gourd and skin as translucent as Bajirao Mastani…

Well for those who do not know about Mastani; she was the Cleopatra of India…(digging into the books of Indian history) Peshwa chronicles say that when Mastani ate beetle leaf (Paan), its juice could be seen traveling down her throat in a crimson line.

So that is how enticing my evening was… For a second I felt lesbian strikes fly through my head… But a glance at husband’s candle lit face; straighten my thoughts. Also, watching the product of our love, sleeping happily in his pram, parked beside our table helped…

Apart from all the beauty that lingered around, I think the food bagged top prize…

Snake-gourd woman arranged our plates and cutlery of 'Brass'… I know! Even I was at complete awe. Like seriously! Who serves in Brass plates nowadays??? And that too in London!!!

Well… then she floated gracefully to our table with a wok of green thai curry warmed with a tea light candle, a fancy porcelain bowl of rice and a platter of grilled prawns. She looked like an angel sent from Thailand to the UK just to pamper down trodden like us. That paragon of virtue also served us rice. And right then I knew; I was in the Shangri-la of London…

The food was pure heaven. Grilled prawns were tingly spicy and the curry was smoothly orgasmic… Husband and me shamelessly moaned as we mouthed every spoon of that Thai cuisine. After all we deserved it!

Anyways under the spell of hypnosis, I completely forgot to check the name of the restaurant. If interested, it is bang outside Cutty Sark DLR station. A definite ‘No Miss’…

     

Touching....

I normally feed Aum with Youtube on. He loves watching his nursery rhymes while having his meal.... or rather it helps me get food down his throat effortlessly....
This advertisement was aired before the actual video started.... just like in theaters. They always show adverts before the movie starts. I so hate these ads as they only make my life difficult. I have to tame my monster that much longer. But this one was heart melting......
Enjoy!

Bizarre bits of happiness!

It has been ages since I last posted. But I have been busy raising a child. A child that has already started crawling and standing up on his two chubby feet. So you can imagine the amount of calories that I have been burning.... not that it has created any empty spaces in my jeans (especially around the hip area), but I feel fit from all the round the clock workout... or rather terribly drained and utterly tired....

I was giving Aum a bath last evening when suddenly I realised that my happiness now revolves around such bizarre things... 

I think a mother's job is the weirdest of all. Once you become a mom, you start enjoying all kinds of silly things like your baby's firsts (sneeze, smile, babble, etc.) and also some really disgusting jobs....

For example picking your baby's nose. I have seen mothers do this even in public... 

Now imagine someone desperately trying to reach his nasal cavity on a bus or a train and the look people would give him.... But when a mom goes hunting down her baby's rabbit holes with her gigantic pinkie there are smiles on faces around them....

I 'so' look forward to cleaning Aum's nose after his evening bath. I plan this delightful ritual of nose-picking in advance. If I am going to gently squeeze the goop out while washing his face in bath or venture in those tiny nostrils with a twisted tissue and fish the marvelous lump of mucus out... the later being enormously satisfying. I often find myself twitching the whole day like an OCD patient to get into that tulip nose to exterminate those nasal monsters the minute they pop-up.

Another disgusting act that I passionately look forward to is, cleaning the poo...

Aum has his cycle set. He poos first thing in the morning. So whoever gets up first has to carefully get him out of his cot as his nappy is loaded. I often try and act as if I am tired and have had a rough night so that darling husband can do the honours.... But I diligently check and enquire about the texture, consistency, smell and colour of my son's mighty poo. 

I remember the time when I fought with the hospital nurse a couple of days after birth giving. She was so helpful that she just would not allow me to change my son's nappy! I have to admit, it was the most joyous of acts husband and me indulged in; apart form creating Aum. Just like 'do it yourself' Ikea assemblies, we were planning and discussing who would hold the legs up, who would wipe that tiny bum, the amount of pressure to be applied around the "sensitive area" so as to get it sanitised without squashing that precious package.....It was wonderful! 

There are so many such quirky moments that one cherishes as a mother. Like flying poo, vomits in cleavage while burping the baby, indiscreet 'baby' farts in public that arouse a sense of suspicion in minds of many and many more. 

Well thats my life for now and I am thoroughly loving it....with a secret hope that this is just a phase that will pass soon..... ;)