And so I am at Goa..at my parents place…ayyayayayayya!
waiting for this vacation for a long long time..and it finally arrived..RD is not yet here…*Sticks tongue out to him*
he is coming only tomorrow….for the first time since my delivery i have left him and come J….in the recent phone call, I heard he is missing R and pretending that RM is not important in his life
And oh just to make him more jealous, my college friend has
also come down from Gurgaon with his wife and 2 kids and they are staying with us….
As usual..long post ahead of Diwali which covers the life
and times of RM and R, from Saturday till Tuesday morning
Afternoon flight…RD drops R and me to the airport…we get
in and its a struggle…
First lesson learnt – never travel with your child alone in
Anyways I somehow manage to check in and then pass the
security check…I make R do su-su (remember the Chennai tales) and then we start boarding the bus to get into the aeroplane..and in front of our bus some other bus came..and we waited for like 15 minutes…and R had this question ‘Amma apna bus kabhi jayega’ for about a million times…till even the guy next to me..said ‘arey baby jayega jayega…tum abhi yeh question mat poocho’
And we boarded the aircraft…its just a 40 minutes flight
and they served us food…and then as soon as the guy on the aisle seat started with his sweet dish R says the dreaded P word….
RM: R lets wait will we go to Goa
R: nahi amma zor se aayi hai..bahut khaya na
RM: toh who told you to eat so much
R: The air hostess ne diya na..toh finish karna padega na.
RM squeezes her way out of the seat, then makes the 6 air
hostesses with 3 carts move away when the last guy says..the flight is
landing..please make it fast…and I hadn’t even crossed him then..
R: Mereko nahi jana
Three people sitting on the aeroplane start laughing
R: mereko Baroda jaake jana hai
RM: We are going to goa, not baroda
R: oh…toh Goa mein toilet hai na
Insert laughter from everyone around
RM: yes..now do you want to go or not
RM: R say fast please
R: nahi jana…thathu ke saath goa mein jaoongi..woh uncle
bole na…flight land ho raha hai..toh mereko problem hoyega na!
So I go through the entire process of coming back to the
window seat and in the meantime..my open bag with R’s crayons etc etc has fallen down….I pick it up and then close it while the flight has started descending while praying to God that R’s potty follows the reverse process!!
Anyways…we land and then try and search for my phone to
call amma appa but just didn’t get it…waise that my bag is like ali baba’s cave is a known fact on this blog…thankfully Goa’s airport is such that you can see out from the airport…I saw my parents….R left my hands and went ekdum filmy style to her grandparents while the security guys tried to stop her…but she screams..thatha thathi and then runs to them
I get my luggage and spend the time in the car searching for
the phone..dont get it..come home…ultaaofiy the whole bag don’t get it and then appa being appa the hero takes me back to the airport..and we lodge a complaint…
RD in the meantime lets me know on how I am the only person he knows who has managed to lose three phones in 5 years of marriage…gah!
Anyways we come back..and then meet up with my friend and
his family who has already arrived from gurgaon the day before…R and A and N (A is 6 and N is 2.5) meet as if they are the actual old college friends..with R screaming AAAAAAAAAa and NNNNNNNNNN and the other two going RRRRRRRRRRRRR
We decide to go to this place called Doodh Sagar….people
coming to Goa…leave the beaches…go here…its an absolute adventure…
So its my friend, his wife, me, R, A, N, amma and appa
We have to go to a certain point and after that if you have
seen those cross country trails through the forest and the water and all that…
While the other kids are enjoying…R is screaming through
ever bump…arey koi mujhe bachao..koi mereko neeche utaro..iss jeep ke koi mujhe bacha lo , koi mere appa ko bolo ke mereko baachane ko aaye (This girl is totally filmy I swear!)..the whole journey…I seriously didn’t know whether to laugh orcry….a girl getting scared of sitting in a jeep with loved ones just because its bumping *Rolls eyes*
And then we get off at a place from where you have to
actually walk through stones and water to see the water falls
We all walked through..now when we think back, we think it
was too dangerous to take such small kids through this..but tab toh adventure ka josh tha…the driver, my friend and dad managed to get us through..
When we reached there….there were Monkeys…we got a bit
scared…but friend and dad were like they wont do anything
Appa then made A and R and N sit near a ‘safe’ spot with RM
holding them for supervision…we enjoyed the gentle spray of the waterfalls and the kids put then hands and legs into water enjoying when
R suddenly was up one second and into the water completely
the other second. I was too dazed to react and my friend jumped from top of a stone and caught her in the water..it wasn’t really flowing water but she was completely drenched right upto her hair..she had fallen almost face down into the water like how a person drowns…she started crying and friend was completely soaked and we made her laugh while I was trembling all the while….I mean..I was thinking what kind of a mom am I who cant even ensure her kids
In the meantime some stupid foreigners came and started
feeding the monkeys who descended on us for some strange reason…its written there clearly that feeding monkeys is a punishable offence and yet…I mean if in their countries they follow rules why not in India?
Anyways we all screamed and then my dad and friend shooed
the monkeys away and appa was so so bugged that he started shouting at the guides of the firangs about how they still bow down the white skin and he picked up N in one hand and R in the other hand like hanuman and started walking through the rocky surface jumping like a mountain goat…we all stood back gaping at him and my friend started shouting uncle uncle running after him!
Finally we descended down…my mom fell down into the water
but appa held her like a true hero she and he were giggling away like a couple of honeymooners…
At one point my friend was carrying his daughter, three bags
and holding his wife’s hand making her cross the flowing water…she went ahead, picked up her child while the guide (Who I think was God incarnate) held on to him….he crossed…my mom crossed..my dad crossed…I was holding R in my arms because she was refusing to even touch water….when he looked at me..made eye contact and said..RM please be careful…
RM: arey don’t worry..I am safe
Splash! I fell down into the flowing water with R and the
bag in tow…people around me screamed..and the guide caught R..and literally threw her to my friend who caught her as if she was a ball (after that R thinks of him as a hero going mamu mamu mera hero)see I wrote somewhere earlier that I was not very maternal..this is definitely proof…I mean which mom drops her daughter TWICE?
And the guide came back to make me get up while I was struggle to find my legs who were somewhere…I was holding on to a rock for dear life….he actually made me get up..what arms man! And then we crossed..
So in totality…I fell, Ma fell, R fell (twice), my friend almost fell…and yet we all enjoyed the adventure…
We were laughing the whole bumpy ride back and my friend was
still pissed off at me for letting go of R (twice)
Go to Doodh Sagar the next time you are in Goa…its the
most amazing place to be…
The disadvantage…R hates water now
In the evening, my friend and appa took the kids to a nearby park at Appa’s campus only
We went to the beach in the morning with R screaming mereko
paani mein nahi jaana…mere appa ko bolo mereko baccha ne aaye…etc etc
but my friend and appa managed to convince her and at least
wet her feet…I hope she is not scared for life or something!
In the evening we went to a place called Donna Paula and
bought some stuff and then went on a cruise with the kids and me dancing like crazy
it was fun
They are leaving for Baroda in sometime and R is crying since yesterday that mereko baroda jana hai!
So will update the cry session after they leave
Wishing all of you a super happy Diwali please be safe and don’t
pollute..I hope to blog sometime more before I go back to Bombay on the 30th…
Seema and RS thanks for checking in..Muah!
leaving you with some pictures of the three brats