Scorpio Soul Search

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Sharp Witted and Smart

I can’t call my son a hyperactive or a mischievous kid. (He is all of 12 now 🙋‍♂️) He never did anything in a hurry or involved in making or breaking things by way of curiosity. He satisfied his inquisitive child mind by reading innumerable books and extensively (need to put rules oftentimes) using his iPad.📱

He started to Google when he was pronouncing it as ‘Gulgul’ and is a storehouse of information on topics interested him (like Football, Scientific principles, Chemical elements, Apple products, Indian and Greek Mythology, to name a few). I do appreciate and be proud (as a mom can be) of the quick way with which he retrieves the details when necessary and delivers in a calm and composed manner.

He always makes me laugh with his replies and sometimes help to diffuse the seriousness of the situations. (He must have inherited the sense of humour and quick wit from his father as I take time to respond and nowadays it doesn’t come out funny most of the time)

I always tell him that I should note them down and write a post sometime. Recently I have noted some and would like to register them here for eternity. 🙂

Veiled Complement!

I made Neyyappam (a south Indian sweet dish made with rice, jaggery and ghee for the folks from other parts of the world) for a festival.  The taste of the final product was good but its shape was not as it supposed to be. I was upset and felt bad that it is not upto the mark.

After eating a piece, my son said “Amma it tastes very good and I like it because it is identical as you, very nice but without shape”  (😜😅 Hey sure, I got motivated to get in shape from that time)

A good gift

During one of the holidays, his friend’s  mom sent a big message asking him not to call in their landline so many times in a day to invite her son to play as it disturbs him too much. After a long conversation with my son I have understood that it was exaggerated by the boy for some other reason since only three calls were made in five days. However, instructed him not to call the boy anymore to avoid misunderstanding with the Mom.

After a few days, that friend’s birthday was ensuing and so asked my son “What do you want to give X as a birthday gift?” He replied “ How about a phone call??”” 😉 😛📞

Hypocrite

One day we both saw a guy running in the mid afternoon, while we were coming back home. Since I know the guy from being a teenager, I stopped the car and asked him why he is out in the hot sun. He said that he got up late and wanted to work out.🏃🏻

At home, I casually asked my son “Will you also be like this at his age? Not going to work and getting up late, etc?”

He said “What’s wrong? I may marry a rich working woman and be at home”

I said, “If you marry a rich working woman, you should take care of home and kid(s). Don’t think it is easy,  you should put in a lot of work”

He replied, “You are a hypocrite, you are a staying at home parent now and telling me why shouldn’t I be one”🙆

Lying plainly 

He is so confident about his looks and personality which I do agree ( For every mother, her kid(s) is/are the best) and he loves it.

But once in a while I make comments about his hair or teeth or dress which needs attention saying it looks ‘horrible’ (exaggeration to get attention…moms can agree with me) to which he will react angrily.

So I asked him once, “You just believe when I say you look awesome but getting angry when I say you don’t. Why is that so?”

He said “because that’s when you are lying” !!!!!🤦‍♀️

Life is interesting with him around and I am thankful for that!👪images-14

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Fitness Play

Scene I

I love cycling and got my first cycle when I was seven years old and that means I learnt to cycle before that.

It indicates two other things too:

One, Early on, I never liked to walk and preferred to cycle or use a vehicle;

Two, since cycling kept me fit, I have never been part of any sport. 🙂

Only game I ever interested  was cricket for the energy it brought in our home with a whole lot of people coming together to watch but learnt nothing about playing it. Our team winning was the only objective for me and ‘How’ was not at all in my concern.

When I entered the world of books, I was more than happy to stop pretending to watch cricket too and immersed myself in the printed words.

Scene II

Away from home and TV, took away my little interest in any sport although cricket kept poking its head in my life. Volunteered once to assist the teams purely for fun and time pass, when a Ranji Trophy cricket match was played between Karnataka and Tamil Nadu on our college grounds. That gave me an opportunity to see Javagal Srinath, Krishnamachari Srikant and a chance to chat with Syed Kirmani one afternoon. All that created excitement solely for entertainment purpose and nothing to do with the sport.

The first sport shoes I ever bought was for the compulsory physical education course we had to register in college. I used to get angry whenever the PET asked us to run around the ground, which is every Tuesday as per timetable. I strictly maintained the minimum attendance required for that course till it was over in the third year. I actually lost an outstanding OGPA award only because of scoring a ‘C’ in that course, much to the chagrin of our undergraduate course coordinator.

Scene III

I enter the marriage life with a fitness freak, who loves, plays and follows anything called sport. His fun on a weekend is walking five kilometres, sweating and having a nice hot shower afterwards. He loves waking up at 4 in the morning and doing  yoga on the creekside with sun rising behind us. While on official tour, he hits the gym before starting a day and while on vacation prefers running on the beach. Somehow managed without getting affected too much by his enthusiasm although liked the fresh energy every time I join him. Still loved the books and my morning sleep.

Birth of our child and the great responsibilities of being a mom just carried me without any need for even thinking of doing anything as the active boy kept me on my toes and meanwhile taken care of my fitness too.

Scene IV

Shift to Bangalore and a great place with full fledged gym, swimming pool, nice jogging track amidst the green trees and lawn. Nope I love the library, my books and loved talking to people even when I go to stroll.

Yes its good to see all walking fast, going to gym, swim and joining Zumba/aerobics/Yoga.

No, it’s not my cup of tea, I am fine.

Scene V

Hit the magical forty, metabolism changes and hormonal dramas, more responsibilities coupled with mindless eating led to a right side tilting of weighing scales and stretching of the measuring tape to its end.

Though vertical growth stopped at 18, horizontal growth took its turn now with a vengeance showing its superiority. All the calories just settled on my body and hugged me with so much love as much I showed on consuming them.

Back , hip, knee, ankle, elbows, shoulder , neck you name the part and I had pain there.

No other go, hit the gym, test the waters in the pool, start walking and stop talking, read Rujuta Diwakar instead of mysteries and thrillers, mind voice advised. A new journey began.

Scene VI

Loved the pool whenever I go and the happiness of floating in water cannot be explained.Though not a good swimmer, can splash around and enjoyed the moments.

Gym training helped me understand different work outs and the effect they have on our body but somehow the closed area, too many sweaty people and swollen ankle pushed me out after a six months session.

Open air walking allowed me explore our complex better and find me a favourite spot, a bench on the lawn which started pulling me everyday. Fixed time schedule, walking for certain amount of time calculating the calories and distance covered, ending with good stretching and doing pranayama, became my routine for the last one year.

Scene VII

Spouse being a marathoner ultimately brought my attention to running although scared to take it up with weak knees and ankles. A life coach in our complex and his well designed schedule (check out http://www.torun4ever.com) gave me the confidence to try my luck on running but dropped after a session due to lack of understanding and improper practice.

New year began with registering for Pinkathon and joining a group of energetic ladies who keep motivating each other. I am charged now and looking forward to my routine schedule of fitness and the benefits accrued with it.

Wait for Scene VIII…….

Who knows I may take part in the future Olympics 😉