Babies, Birthdayboys, Happiness, HappyBirthday, Life, Twins

The #Twindians turn 3!!

Giving tribute to these adorable little boys isn’t easy! From the time I saw them tiny hands at my wedding to now, the ever so loving tiny ones lighting up the place around them. 

Michelle & Myron you guys have given us a gift of 2 pure souls who have in many ways touched my heart and spread nothing but smiles to me and all around.

Brothers in arms!

But let’s get to reality. It isn’t and I quote “Easy to bring up two at one go” Atleast that’s what we were made to believe. But the beauty of it lies in not how you mould them with enforcing your thoughts but simply letting them be themselves at any given situation. Be it day to day school stuff to going on holidays to their beautiful home in Goa to parties and chilling with friends of their parents, they’ve done it all.

So today they i.e Lucas Brayden and Nikko Cecil turn 3 and am sure it’s been a rollercoaster ride for Mommy Michelle and Daddu Myron.

Us with Mommy and Daddu

A few weeks ago I came across a beautiful piece written by Daddu and it was worth sharing with all parents.

So here it goes:

The #Twindians officially turn 3 this month. And the threats to cancel their party rises exponentially as the days draw closer to the date. Cake and parties are like the quintessential ‘carrots’ we can dangle for a brief moment of silence. It’s hard to believe that they will turn three this month and what’s harder to believe is that (After many many many wine bottles, hours of quiet time locked in the bathroom, a few frustrated ‘I can’t do this anymore’ tears) we, as parents, have survived! With maybe a lot less of our sanity. The #Twindians will learn to live with crazy parents. At some point in time we all did. 

Can anyone survive toddlers? NOPE! Just kidding. Though there really isn’t much more to say other than if you don’t drink wine before your child reaches this stage, you DEFINITELY will…. both during and after…

I used to be naive. I thought I would somehow be exempt from the attitude of toddlers the wise parents warn you about. But when they turned two it came on with a fury. Not one fist….not two fists….but four fists of fury! 

Regardless of how crazy these years make us, they are only here for a little while (fingers crossed). I wouldn’t say we are surviving them like Olympic champions but as parents of two amazing boys I’d say hanging in there is a victory in itself. 

All suited up for Aunty Elysha’s Wedding

Recently I had another parent ask if I ever get mad or yell.  You seem so calm and peaceful all the time, she had said. I laughed.  I laughed harder. It was a great illustration of how we all think everyone else has it more together than we do.  I yell. I yell a lot. The wife yells. She yells a lot. The dog barks. She barks a lot. The kids scream. They scream a lot. We are a loud family.  We talk loudly.  We make grand gestures with our hands.  My kids run and bounce through the house like balls in a pinball machine.  Yet somehow, we have managed not to run screaming from the house dressed only in our birthday suit.  At least, not yet. 

Here are a few things I’ve learnt to maintain your sanity and survive those toddler years:

• Lower your standards for cleanliness and order

• Did that? Now lower them even more

• Your house will never look like a Good Housekeeping magazine spread. Period. Embrace that

• No matter how many boxes you buy to contain toys, they will always be visible. Embrace the ghetto Hamley’s/ College dorm chic look

• You can never have too much ice-cream in the freezer. How many bad moods have been fixed by a simple bowl of ice-cream!

• If you can’t change them, change your perspective. I’ve realized that bending down to pick up toys fallen from the floor 6 billion times a day is just as good a work out at the gym. The #Twindians really care about my health. How considerate of them, I say to myself while cursing under my breath

• Those chores that no one ever wants to do. Decide if you would rather do it yourself, badger your child to it, or let it go. If you are confused about what to do, see the first point of this list

• Get a dog. They always lap up the fallen food

• If you have boys, your bathroom will always faintly stink like pee.  Invest in some room freshener and count down the days until they move out and you can go visit them and pee on their bathroom floor

• Don’t buy white furniture. Unless you enjoy screaming at your kids every time they go near it. In fact, don’t buy any new furniture at all. Nothing escapes them

• When your child is a young teen there will be nothing more embarrassing than your very existence. Use this to your advantage. Start planning early. That’s why I write these posts to show them later!

• Do not paint any of your walls with a fresh coat of paint

• Noise canceling headphones are great for blocking out whining, bickering and the endless episodes of Peppa Pig

• The crayons will break and it is okay to throw them away rather than save them to make some sort of craft that involves the hair dryer. In fact, I give you permission to not feel guilty about all the crafts you know you will never do

• Your children will not die from eating the occasional French fries or pizza. And by occasional, I mean more than you are really willing to admit

• If your children are driving you crazy arguing with each other, start an argument with them. Then your children will bond over their mutual hatred of you and be quiet while they plot to get rid of you (Sometimes even to burn you)

• Children do not appreciate any bedsheets or fancy quilts. Buy neither for them

• Just say no to ironing their clothes. They will look cute either ways

• Don’t be in a hurry because they will always be slow

• Get used to high-level drama

• Yes, you will become THAT parent

• Choose your battles wisely

• Hide ALL your nice thing. ALL

• Last, but not the least, a bottle of wine and some really bad Netflix makes everything seem a little better
Yippee! Here come the 3nagers! We’re going to need more than a few bottles of wine! Send help!

I would like to thank Daddu for letting me share.

Image courtesyMommy & Daddus Facebook Page.

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Life, Riding Gear, Protective Gear

Quality Riding Gear and Why It’s Important For You

A quality helmet is the one piece of riding gear I always wear when on the bike. Not because it is mandated by law, but because, my head (and what’s inside), is worth it. 

Many laughed at me when I bought a helmet even before I had a bike of my own. But I insisted on wearing it even when riding pillion. This habit is what saved my life four monsoons ago, when the bike skid without warning and sent us tumbling onto the tarmac. I remember three solid bumps on the head before everything disappeared in a blur. It was the helmet which saved me from potentially fatal head-trauma, and sent me home with only a throbbing headache that night. 

The second crash happened at walking speeds, and yet, it left me with a bruised knee. I’m the tarmac loving type and only occasionally venture onto trails. I lost my balance on one such gravel slope and ended up dropping the bike at a stand-still. Unfortunately for me, I’d left my knee guard back home that day (yes, I know, ATGATT). The result? I landed my knee on a stone on that hill-slope that left me sore for days afterwards. Looking back at the video footage of that crash was an embarrassing reminder of just how vulnerable we are to the possibility of a painful crash even when it barely registers on the speedo. 

Motorcycling safety proponents swear by the adage, ‘All the Gear, All the Time’, or, ‘ATGATT’. Simply put, it means to be covered from head-to-toe for abrasion and impact protection in the event of a crash. But given our environmental conditions and the riding infrastructure, ATGATT isn’t always the practical choice. But when two-wheeler manufacturers such as Royal Enfield start to offer a wide range of gear choices to riders, one can’t help but applaud their decision to improve the riding safety standards. 


The Royal Enfield Gear
portfolio is a contemporary collection of riding gear across the protection spectrum. From helmets and gloves to jackets, pants and boots, Royal Enfield has enough choices on offer, to suit the needs of riders, irrespective of their riding level and climatic conditions. Urban Riders, for example, can opt for mesh riding jackets; oil pull-up leather boots and canvas sneakers with anatomically shaped ankle protection, toe-shifters and hell cups; DOT & ISI certified half-face, as well as full face helmets, and short gloves. 

The Urban Riding gear pairs a competent level of protection with a city specific aesthetic that sets the rider apart, not just on the daily commute, but also on the short, weekend ride. Royal Enfield has also roped in some of the biggest names in the riding protection world, such as REV’IT! – in offering highly technical riding gear to suit the requirements of long distance riders. 

Wearing the best protection possible could mean the difference between dusting off and continuing to ride or spending more on painful down-time. Moreover, when you’ve got this level of access to quality riding gear, across the utility and pricing spectrum, it really is a no-brainer to go up the ATGATT ladder. After all, our riding conditions being what they are, you never know what’s going to hit you next. So best to be prepared! 

Rev Safe, Ride Happy y’all 

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Life

Does Anybody Know????

No one really knows how I feel,

Nobody really cares.
If I try to voice my opinion,
All they do is stare.

My heart is so broken,
And no one can mend it for me.
Its like everyone I care about is on a heartbreaking spree.

I like being around people,
who make a difference to me.
And all those who like me for what I am,
And not what I can be.

Its so hard to face failure,
over and over again.
It makes me feel that Ill never,
NEVER be peaceful again.

I am going insane,
I don’t know what to do.
Sometimes I get so pissed off,
I feel like saying # @ ! >  you.

God whats your plan for me.
I so want to know.
I’ll go happily,
Wherever you want me to go.

I am tired of my life,
there is no one for me.
Not even the person,
who i promised to love for eternity.

He always takes me for granted,
that he has me in his life.
But the things he says and does to me,
pierce me like a knife.

I am so lonely,
and I am so blue.
Its like life tells me,
”AM FED UP OF YOU”

I sit alone in the corner and cry,
And really wished that I could die.

As this thought crosses my mind,
I wish there was relief of some other kind.
To this wish there was no other find.
I pray for my life to go in rewind.

Rewind it to the times I was happy,
And really didn’t have to care.
And have that kind of freedom,
where I’d feel that my life is fair.

All I pray to the lord above,
wherever he may be.
To shower his blessings upon me,
and to love me till eternity.

I just pray that my life shapes up,
And for that am never going to give up.

If i do give up,
it’ll be after i die.
When I look down on earth and say,
” MY LIFE WAS A TOTAL LIE”

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Life

I walked alone…

image“I lay there alone, so missed someone by my side.

Didn’t realise how difficult it would be facing this world all by myself.

Looked high and low for some companionship, but all I saw was this brutal gray world.

I came alone into this world and it felt so incomplete.

Then along came a companion to make my life complete.

Made me blush into this beautiful red, someone who made my life colourful again.

I thank god for the unconditional happiness and love he showered upon me, sent this angel into my life.

An angel who is helping me, guiding me and making my life whole again.”

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