<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:02:45.538+05:30</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='contingency planning'/><category term='dad'/><category term='plans'/><category term='power-cut'/><category term='trips'/><category term='sisters'/><category term='books'/><category term='vacations'/><category term='bdays'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='working mom'/><category term='mobile phones'/><category term='homesick'/><category term='crazy days'/><category term='baragaining'/><category term='beaches'/><category term='safety'/><category term='facts of life'/><category term='cat fight'/><category term='mom talk'/><category term='trade-offs'/><category term='granny'/><category term='travel'/><category term='roads'/><category term='delhi'/><category term='tips'/><category term='compromise'/><category term='morning'/><category term='coversations'/><category term='MBs'/><category term='mother'/><category term='swine flu'/><category term='goof ups'/><category term='dance'/><category term='time savers'/><category term='kids'/><category term='backup'/><category term='exercise'/><category term='reading'/><category term='doctor'/><category term='accidents'/><category term='3 Idiots'/><category term='getting ready'/><category term='logic'/><category term='bargaining'/><category term='exams'/><category term='security'/><category term='brother'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='language'/><category term='school'/><category term='woman driver'/><category term='fairy'/><category term='flying the nest'/><category term='negotiation'/><category term='escape'/><category term='hsbc'/><category term='marketing'/><category term='moving on'/><category term='maid'/><category term='Durga Puja'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='elena&apos;s world'/><category term='hospital'/><category term='space'/><category term='being mom'/><category term='indian bahu'/><category term='kids talk'/><category term='being alone'/><category term='drive'/><category term='workout'/><category term='magic'/><category term='change'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='wounds'/><category term='gender issues'/><category term='organizing'/><category term='conflct'/><category term='adjustments'/><category term='bangalore'/><category term='harassment'/><category term='memories'/><category term='results'/><category term='Mills and Boon'/><category term='internet'/><category term='first love crush'/><category term='credit card'/><category term='nani'/><category term='temples'/><category term='friends'/><category term='women'/><category term='children'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='positive thinking'/><category term='believing'/><category term='sickness'/><category term='name change'/><category term='gym'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='awkward questions'/><category term='break'/><category term='being mummy'/><category term='daughters'/><category term='time'/><category term='south india'/><category term='girl child'/><category term='discipline'/><category term='identity'/><category term='festivals'/><category term='sibling'/><category term='vote'/><category term='running away'/><category term='career'/><category term='rakhi'/><category term='traffic'/><category term='paranoia'/><category term='writing'/><title type='text'>Hypermom</title><subtitle type='html'>We have a Fairytopia of our own. My elder daughter has decided she is Elena (the sweet and gutsy fairy), the younger one is Princess Aurora (why-don’t ask me) and I am Loverna the Evil one (but obviously).&lt;br&gt;


Their dad’s role? A match referee for squabbling err………..fairies.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Welcome to the magic and the madness!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

I'd love to hear from those of you who've had a glimpse into our world. Thanks for being a part of it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-6472909981273298883</id><published>2012-02-02T00:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-02T00:10:03.508+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Resolutions have to wait-there's a Dance</title><summary type='text'>
My princesses were going to have their first Kathak performance.And I just had to dance around them.
In these enlightened times of extra-curricular activities it was just one addition to the “everything from Samba and Ballet to Bollywood” performances. And with a 12-year experience in motherhood, I was well-prepared for just-another show.
When it comes to getting it right for the kids, we moms </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6472909981273298883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2012/02/resolutions-have-to-wait-theres-dance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6472909981273298883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6472909981273298883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2012/02/resolutions-have-to-wait-theres-dance.html' title='Resolutions have to wait-there&apos;s a Dance'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sBCwPyd-qxc/TymEz7bW_QI/AAAAAAAAAK4/P-DWJNAPEpM/s72-c/DSC08138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-6990688020523176753</id><published>2012-01-28T16:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-28T16:55:25.014+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being mummy'/><title type='text'>Post to myself</title><summary type='text'>
This looks like just another New Year resolution.


This year (maybe I need to specify 2012) I resolve(d) to write regularly. Also to be specified that since I never stopped posting in my head that I also intent(ed) and to add those posts on my blog.


January is almost over.


But in a desperate attempt at not giving up, I did reach this point of actually writing something non-work on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6990688020523176753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-to-myself.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6990688020523176753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6990688020523176753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-to-myself.html' title='Post to myself'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-8272240171148894712</id><published>2011-08-08T22:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-08T22:20:50.077+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Happy Friendship Day</title><summary type='text'>
Friendship day!Now how can I find time on a Sunday for that? Specially since I had a migraine, could not locate my Driving License and I had to take care of the entire week’s school uniforms with our Iron-Man (the presswala) off to his village.
Anyway these things are for kids aren’t they?And my friends always understand when I don’t pick up their calls or sometimes end a call abruptly. Work has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8272240171148894712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-friendship-day.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8272240171148894712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8272240171148894712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-friendship-day.html' title='Happy Friendship Day'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-9122727943486287717</id><published>2011-08-03T18:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-03T18:19:40.831+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman driver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy days'/><title type='text'>Looking for a Silver lining</title><summary type='text'>
I have not retired from blogging.I have the same excuse as everytime.
I was just waiting for things to come back to turn right.But things just kept turning left.
Just the little mom thingsLike house-hunting with the stop-watch ticking away in countdown mode.
Like the kids’ exams to get over-they did. But then we had to make up for all the missed-out Guitar and Art classes. And the maid just had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/9122727943486287717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2011/08/looking-for-silver-lining.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/9122727943486287717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/9122727943486287717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2011/08/looking-for-silver-lining.html' title='Looking for a Silver lining'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-2667073267087948641</id><published>2011-05-26T00:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-26T00:19:24.863+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>When you drop your camera in the sea</title><summary type='text'>
Smitha’s post on cameras brought back another memory for me.Of a trip where our digital camera fell into the sea at Kanyakumari and refused to get switched on
The next stop was Thiruvananthapuram.
The Service Centres said they would take a week to let us know if it could be repaired. Still hoping that it could be, we picked up a Kodak Camera which used a 'Roll' of film to print pictures.
I didn’</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2667073267087948641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-you-drop-your-camera-in-sea.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2667073267087948641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2667073267087948641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-you-drop-your-camera-in-sea.html' title='When you drop your camera in the sea'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JvogAJPqI04/Td1N4csCELI/AAAAAAAAAJU/uReIzQHmOrE/s72-c/OgAAAIqRMACYVEtpJAGnAn8otCW57ERC2MHjqlsqc565IJPt9LzoUzwQBRHdiYRiBSghporFvAqH7EHIklkSuCavvvgAm1T1UCddO8QZSAWAUmRPb9Q4DkIM8Xst.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-6487843392085745590</id><published>2011-05-19T23:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-19T23:02:14.755+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bangalore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>Lost in languages</title><summary type='text'>
Why can’t these people speak in English? My friend fumed as a project discussion again lapsed into local lingo. Why don’t you learn the language, someone quipped back.
But what language was that? 
When I had shifted from Delhi, I just knew that people in Karnataka spoke Kannada. Soon, I learnt, Bangalore was another world. First, you need to identify which of the 7-8 (leaving out the dialects) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6487843392085745590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2011/05/lost-in-languages.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6487843392085745590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6487843392085745590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2011/05/lost-in-languages.html' title='Lost in languages'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-8309647502398817560</id><published>2011-05-19T00:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-19T00:32:12.987+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What do I say?</title><summary type='text'>Loving someone means having never saying Thank you?

Ok, Eric Segal said something slightly different, but having spent a lifetime on mushy romances, I  do think that sometimes, it is such an inadequate think to say.

But then what do you say to the one who drops everything to stay back and make Palak tortillas with the kids while you fly away?

To the one who reads instructions off the carton, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8309647502398817560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-do-i-say.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8309647502398817560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8309647502398817560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-do-i-say.html' title='What do I say?'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-8187798432308889110</id><published>2011-05-17T22:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-17T22:44:49.643+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom talk'/><title type='text'>Mom Alone</title><summary type='text'>
Growing up is such a pain.
Especially when you have to do it when you think you are old enough not to do it anymore.
Leaving children at home and travelling for work is what Moms and Dads need to do all the time. And I had managed not to do all this time-it was a record.
Was-past tense
This one time-I am doing it. Not that I had run out of valid reasons, but this once I felt I could leave, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8187798432308889110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2011/05/mom-alone.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8187798432308889110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8187798432308889110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2011/05/mom-alone.html' title='Mom Alone'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-1737402852717047370</id><published>2011-03-28T00:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-28T00:00:17.192+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>How to be a cool parent</title><summary type='text'>
Papa, I am dropping the Mech Paper. I know I will flunk if I appear in it.First year at college, and I had just learnt that it was now possible to “drop” papers you think are too tough!
The cool Dad replyBeta, why don’t you read up a bit, whatever you can, and give it a shot? You might just clear it and not have to read the WHOLE thing again. Just try a little…There was some logic in it..Oh Ok. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/1737402852717047370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-to-be-cool-parent.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/1737402852717047370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/1737402852717047370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2011/03/how-to-be-cool-parent.html' title='How to be a cool parent'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-5855047929740016238</id><published>2011-03-07T21:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-07T21:07:39.861+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first love crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>First love</title><summary type='text'>No it's not about my daughters' but my own...

The heady, exhilaration..The soft, mushy feeling..A solace, a homecomingAn adventure, a discovery
Someone who was always there for me,Setting my imagination free,Letting my dreams soar Bringing a smile on my face no matter how lousy the day was,
My best friend, my strength, my happiness, My best memoriesIf that isn’t love, then what is?My Amar Chitra</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/5855047929740016238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/5855047929740016238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/5855047929740016238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-love.html' title='First love'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-T0N_7akewVs/TXT6rUCDbCI/AAAAAAAAAIs/udBkcyoyHl8/s72-c/Photo193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-2652268540442036304</id><published>2011-02-21T11:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:50:21.609+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>The Birthdays again</title><summary type='text'>
Another round of birthdays-days of hectic activity, running around, last minute crisis…and complete MADNESS at home..It’s this which keeps me away from my blog too, this time of the year!
On one hand we are grateful that we only have to do it once in a year, on the other hand we feel completely drained out this time of the year-physically, mentally and financially!
And yet we do it with more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2652268540442036304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthdays-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2652268540442036304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2652268540442036304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthdays-again.html' title='The Birthdays again'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-8429750992291900429</id><published>2011-02-03T23:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-03T23:57:47.410+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Just a few words..</title><summary type='text'>
Why have I stopped writing?'No Time to write' is obviously is the first excuse. But then like the school kid having to think beyond 'viral fever', I had to think of a new excuse when the same friends kept asking again. 
A writer’s block? Well that was a new one for me and it became the new favorite. It also sounded kind of "cool" to flinch one of the kids' terms.
And just like it happens in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8429750992291900429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-few-words.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8429750992291900429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8429750992291900429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-few-words.html' title='Just a few words..'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-7535634848175635655</id><published>2010-12-12T18:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-12T18:12:23.208+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian bahu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working mom'/><title type='text'>Back</title><summary type='text'>A special thank you to the few special people who are still reading my blog.

I had given up.

On one front, I had a tag around my neck, announcing I was a part of the rat race again-bringing with it the usual office drama, driving through Bangalore traffic, and coming back to kids' homework and class tests.
And on the other, it was the bindis and bangles, reminding me that it was "adjustment" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7535634848175635655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/12/back.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7535634848175635655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7535634848175635655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/12/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-1353874836446823947</id><published>2010-10-20T12:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:14:56.471+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sibling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>Sisterly love</title><summary type='text'>Yes it’s incomparable.
If you have grown up with one, or a mom to a pair who are bickering incessantly, constantly, you know what I mean. Like most Moms, I too have developed selective hearing and manage to tune out most of the
She did it first…
She always…
..and react only when it reaches the level of..
It’s bleeding, look she scratched me!
That’s enough.
If you don’t stop behaving like cats and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/1353874836446823947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/10/sisterly-love.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/1353874836446823947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/1353874836446823947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/10/sisterly-love.html' title='Sisterly love'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-70173883537467882</id><published>2010-10-08T15:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-08T15:04:02.511+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Durga Puja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>This time of the year…</title><summary type='text'>..when the drumbeats announce the arrival of  Goddess Durga and the Bong in me gets homesick-again.
Yeah I miss the fun and those friends. 
And since some moments do not come back we go  forward and create new memories. This is a glimpse of the Dusshera  procession  from the southern-most tip of India-Kanyakumari.











So different, and yet the enthusiasm is the same.  Isn’t it?Wishing you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/70173883537467882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/70173883537467882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/70173883537467882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-time-of-year.html' title='This time of the year…'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-3406723360126296213</id><published>2010-10-07T13:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-08T13:51:53.397+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Best Friends Forever</title><summary type='text'>Mamma, can you guess who is my BFF?
Ishita? Well she was the one you loved to play with most as she has the most awesome collection of Barbie accessories. 
NO. She is not my friend anymore. Last time she bought chips from the canteen she did not share all of them. Cheater.
Saumyaa is my best friend now.
She shares everything. I also like playing with her little brother and we always have so much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/3406723360126296213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-friends-forever.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/3406723360126296213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/3406723360126296213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-friends-forever.html' title='Best Friends Forever'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-2315296269217451290</id><published>2010-09-27T19:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-27T19:31:13.145+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying the nest'/><title type='text'>Letting them be</title><summary type='text'>....what they want to be.
That’s what we should be doing. Teaching them to fly and then letting them free to go explore, build their own nests, and fight their own battles.But as my chicks are trying out their new wings I am not sure how well I’ll be able to do that.
My 10-year-old says that she shouldn’t be spending too much time on her studies because anyway she is going to be a fashion </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2315296269217451290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/09/letting-them-be.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2315296269217451290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2315296269217451290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/09/letting-them-be.html' title='Letting them be'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/TKCjE37B-1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/r_ddAmPdQ5I/s72-c/Photo124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-2499170198248896962</id><published>2010-09-23T12:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-23T12:28:44.026+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids talk'/><title type='text'>Moms have all the fun</title><summary type='text'>There are two sides to every story. As I kept thinking I had the toughest job in the world, this was my daughter’s statement.And as usual she had a long list of reasons…
You keep getting my hair cut short and grow yours because you wanted to be the prettiest in the house.
We have to wear the same uniform everyday and you can wear all pretty clothes to office. You can use nail polish and even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2499170198248896962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/09/moms-have-all-fun.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2499170198248896962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2499170198248896962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/09/moms-have-all-fun.html' title='Moms have all the fun'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-8088325862009402112</id><published>2010-09-13T23:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:51:28.350+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids talk'/><title type='text'>Running out of Mommy skills</title><summary type='text'>This is a question to all moms or rather all parents: 
Do you get mad at your kids? Really angry, annoyed, pissed off enough to say Ok-Do it your way! 
Or am I one of the few who cannot keep the ‘Mom hat’  on at all times and say no matter what you do or say child (or how obnoxiously you say it), I forgive you because I cannot remain angry with you?
As my daughters live up to their pre-teen (is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8088325862009402112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/09/running-out-of-mommy-skills.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8088325862009402112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8088325862009402112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/09/running-out-of-mommy-skills.html' title='Running out of Mommy skills'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-3384516372896896002</id><published>2010-08-26T10:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:54:06.746+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughters'/><title type='text'>Words that live on</title><summary type='text'>Remember the days we prepared for exams and dreamt of the holidays to follow? I always had a long list of things to do in the vacations-that I would keep updating as I would make notes for the exam next day. And then the vacations would be over before I got to point no. 2 or 3 on the list.The same things happened to my blog. The last few months I kept pushing off things because I would be free in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/3384516372896896002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/08/words-that-live-on.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/3384516372896896002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/3384516372896896002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/08/words-that-live-on.html' title='Words that live on'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-5357677665482314347</id><published>2010-08-08T04:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-08T04:58:14.004+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><title type='text'>Travel Diary</title><summary type='text'>I have been planning to update my travel stories put kept wondering if  I should start a fresh blog-one only for travel stories?
Would have been good but then I have this awful track record...when I cannot keep up with one, how will I manage two?
But then, my track record with logic is even worse. And so I decided to go ahead and start my travel blog.I know managing two blogs will be tougher. But</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/5357677665482314347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/08/travel-diary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/5357677665482314347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/5357677665482314347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/08/travel-diary.html' title='Travel Diary'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-6509815521452380808</id><published>2010-07-29T12:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-29T12:19:04.325+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compromise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids talk'/><title type='text'>A Stay-at-Home-Mom</title><summary type='text'>
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 mso-font-pitch:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6509815521452380808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/07/stay-at-home-mom.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6509815521452380808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6509815521452380808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/07/stay-at-home-mom.html' title='A Stay-at-Home-Mom'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-2529941018388247922</id><published>2010-07-10T17:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-10T17:59:14.143+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipline'/><title type='text'>Another Gym, Another Woman</title><summary type='text'>I could not go to the Gym yesterday as I had some urgent work to finish. And well today is Saturday, and tomorrow is Sunday…


And then I remembered the story of an unknown woman so like me, which had come in an email forwarded many times over:


Dear Diary,


For my birthday this year, I purchased a week of personal training at the local health club. Although I am still in great shape since </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2529941018388247922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-gym-another-woman.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2529941018388247922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2529941018388247922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-gym-another-woman.html' title='Another Gym, Another Woman'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-3832164237094659597</id><published>2010-07-09T01:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-09T01:17:20.331+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>Gym Update</title><summary type='text'>I resolved not to be too put off by the PT, and crawled with my aching muscles, into that attic full of monstrosities again. 


They have out up a new height v/s weight chart. According to this one, I am just 6 (and not 11) kg.s overweight. 


I like this room a lot better now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/3832164237094659597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/07/gym-update.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/3832164237094659597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/3832164237094659597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/07/gym-update.html' title='Gym Update'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-6433388671545191961</id><published>2010-07-06T18:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:07:31.571+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><title type='text'>My Gym Diary</title><summary type='text'>I celebrated my day at home by finally visiting the gym. My gym diary actually starts six..or eight..or maybe ten months ago.

I walked in to this room full of contraptions and found only one which looked familiar—the weighing machine. Looking just as diligent as all other inhabitants of that planet full of huffing-aliens, sweating profusely on swooshing machines, I too clambered on to this one.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6433388671545191961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-gym-diary.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6433388671545191961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6433388671545191961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-gym-diary.html' title='My Gym Diary'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-7817163571121879824</id><published>2010-06-25T18:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-25T18:30:06.653+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compromise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conflct'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>When the going gets tough..</title><summary type='text'>Some get tougher,

Some give up,

Some hate it

And some are grateful…


Like me
Because it made me rethink my priorities


And pushed me into taking a decision which I would have kept pushing away for tomorrow

Yeah. It’s not easy admitting that I am not supermom.
That I need to drop a ball or two, to be able to keep dribbling, bouncing, juggling the others
I am taking a break from work.

And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7817163571121879824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-going-gets-tough.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7817163571121879824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7817163571121879824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-going-gets-tough.html' title='When the going gets tough..'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-8918468105141150145</id><published>2010-04-29T21:51:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:35:50.235+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Going uphill and back in time...</title><summary type='text'>After my enforced writing spree, I am off on a break again.


 This time it is a vacation. We are off to the land of Momos and Lamas. Will share the experience when I am back

We are also going to Kolkata, my summer home, for all the memorable, growing-up years.

It’s a city I have avoided for almost a decade-because for me, it was my grandparents’ home. Now they are no more, and even that home </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8918468105141150145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/04/going-uphill-and-back-in-time.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8918468105141150145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8918468105141150145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/04/going-uphill-and-back-in-time.html' title='Going uphill and back in time...'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-1889592805586673718</id><published>2010-04-28T21:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:38:47.610+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being mom'/><title type='text'>My Mom and me</title><summary type='text'>The galaxy changes when you become a mom, doesn’t it? It starts revolving around a new center.

The realization hit me a long time ago when I was going to the hospital for a c-section. Every time I had been seriously sick before that, I had needed my mother. Yes. Even as a rebellious teenager, and independent adult, whatever…

This was the first instance when I was insistent that Mom should stay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/1889592805586673718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-mom-and-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/1889592805586673718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/1889592805586673718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-mom-and-me.html' title='My Mom and me'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-5423451830445339718</id><published>2010-04-27T08:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-27T08:37:55.098+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><title type='text'>One Night in a Hospital..</title><summary type='text'>..and you realize how much you have to be grateful for.
You realize that beyond a point your wealth, your education, your contacts, your smartness (or the lack of any of these), just doesn’t matter. Only the skill of your doctor does. Pray for her.
You are wiser. The next time you feel a niggle, you’ll check out immediately with your friendly GP, rather than waiting till there is no option but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/5423451830445339718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-night-in-hospital.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/5423451830445339718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/5423451830445339718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-night-in-hospital.html' title='One Night in a Hospital..'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-7799612751026558241</id><published>2010-04-18T03:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-18T03:12:18.378+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elena&apos;s world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids talk'/><title type='text'>Elena's world</title><summary type='text'>What do you do when you are frustrated?


As a mother of a ten-year old who already behaves like a teenager, I tried to convince Elena that there are ways to channelize your frustration. Creating a different world with your words is just one such way.


Does it work?


Please check out http://elenawrites.wordpress.com/ where she does it and share your suggestions..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7799612751026558241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/04/elenas-world.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7799612751026558241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7799612751026558241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/04/elenas-world.html' title='Elena&apos;s world'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-2115276742730536961</id><published>2010-04-18T02:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-18T02:02:41.838+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compromise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adjustments'/><title type='text'>In Absentia</title><summary type='text'>It's been so long..


That I found the time and space and the mood and the keyboard all together...


I've missed blogging. But there was almost something else to do. 


And then the time was wrong. I even wrote a post, only to delete it in fifteen minutes because it was just a reflection of rocky times. Not something I would like to keep as a permanent reminder of these times.


So I just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2115276742730536961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-absentia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2115276742730536961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2115276742730536961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-absentia.html' title='In Absentia'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-9182956321635281139</id><published>2010-04-01T00:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-01T12:14:33.598+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman driver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 Idiots'/><title type='text'>Wishing on a billboard</title><summary type='text'>
Battling the peak-hour Bangalore traffic in the rains I disconnect a call offering a free for life, platinum card. Then there is a huge billboard announcing something about diamonds and women’s wish lists.
At that moment, I just wish I had the time to make my breakfast.
I wish someone would make a microwave that could run on a car battery.
It wouldn’t take too much improvisation to rig up a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/9182956321635281139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/04/wishing-on-billboard.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/9182956321635281139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/9182956321635281139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/04/wishing-on-billboard.html' title='Wishing on a billboard'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-663545331848170703</id><published>2010-03-22T23:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:27:08.338+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vote'/><title type='text'>Vote for me</title><summary type='text'>At:

http://avantgardebloggies.wordpress.com/2010/03/21/best-consumer-rights-post-2/
http://avantgardebloggies.wordpress.com/2010/03/21/most-humorous-post-2/
That is, if you liked the post...
For me I already won the day, when I started this great adventure, started sharing my stories, found so many wonderful people along the way and discovered a world where we could just write it out....
Thank </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/663545331848170703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/03/vote-for-me.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/663545331848170703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/663545331848170703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/03/vote-for-me.html' title='Vote for me'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-8524228935676377860</id><published>2010-03-22T00:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-22T00:20:31.743+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bargaining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='negotiation'/><title type='text'>The Best Birthday Gift Ever</title><summary type='text'>That was what Elena said when we gave her the watch with its entire set of interchangeable straps, dial etc
That got outvoted when Mami sent both girls gift vouchers for the Oxford bookstore.
I too loved the idea because it meant we could delay buying the books till the exams were over.  (Well, I still can’t work/sleep with an unread book at hand so couldn’t expect that from them in any way.)
The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8524228935676377860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-birthday-gift-ever.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8524228935676377860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8524228935676377860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/03/best-birthday-gift-ever.html' title='The Best Birthday Gift Ever'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-4578337089292855868</id><published>2010-03-11T23:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:28:33.688+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being mummy'/><title type='text'>My daughter and my best friend</title><summary type='text'>Elena grew up as my best friend. 
She looks like me and even thinks, talk and reacts like me.
And she hates me.She proclaims this at least 10 times in a day.
She hates me because I refuse to let her change her school bag for the fourth time in this month.
She hates me because I refused to let her go swimming when I am not at home. 
She hates me because she has to take my permission at times, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/4578337089292855868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-daughter-and-my-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/4578337089292855868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/4578337089292855868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-daughter-and-my-best-friend.html' title='My daughter and my best friend'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-1445790633066274049</id><published>2010-03-07T00:17:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-18T02:03:21.449+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compromise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conflct'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>An old conversation</title><summary type='text'>Bits of a conversation long ago, which lingers on, and feels so real now:
I was taking a couple of years off employment, waiting for my babies (four and one year olds) to grow a little more, before I could resume my career…
I could not understand why a woman who had worked all along, juggling home, bringing up two kids, building  a great career, would need to quit because she could not manage </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/1445790633066274049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-conversations.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/1445790633066274049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/1445790633066274049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-conversations.html' title='An old conversation'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-6937063259651321893</id><published>2010-03-05T23:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:22:38.002+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being mummy'/><title type='text'>Coming Back</title><summary type='text'>It’s been so long.. 

..that I had the time to write, 

..the space to think, 

..the energy to key in a few words, 

..the enthusiasm to spin the words, 

..the will to make the effort, 

So trying hard to get back-yet again and I start with again with saying a big Thank You to those of you who are still with me in my travails and tales…</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6937063259651321893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/03/coming-back.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6937063259651321893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6937063259651321893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/03/coming-back.html' title='Coming Back'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-5771537557754095401</id><published>2010-02-22T01:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-22T01:42:36.083+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being mummy'/><title type='text'>Time out</title><summary type='text'>Right now I am at moving in overdrive-the moments are whizzing by before I can capture them...

Struggling to do too many things...
Balancing, prioritizing, stumbling and yet loving every moment.

A friend congratulated me on completing 10 years of motherhood.


I wrote back clarifying that it actually 10+7=17 years.


No, she wrote, it's 17*365*24*60*60 seconds. Each second you are a mother.

It</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/5771537557754095401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-out.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/5771537557754095401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/5771537557754095401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-out.html' title='Time out'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-6450370014998468809</id><published>2010-02-06T22:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-06T22:37:17.017+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being mummy'/><title type='text'>One to Mom to another</title><summary type='text'>Me, the office-going mom:
I try so hard to be there for them and yet she fell so badly, and I was not there..
My friend, the stay-at-home mom:
Well, I was standing right next to my son; he still slipped and broke his arm…
Guess we can only do so much.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6450370014998468809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-to-mom-to-another.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6450370014998468809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6450370014998468809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-to-mom-to-another.html' title='One to Mom to another'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-3395030850698815170</id><published>2010-02-05T23:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:28:04.075+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accidents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids talk'/><title type='text'>The days Moms dread</title><summary type='text'>Déjà vu
I was holding packs of ice to stem the bleeding as a neighbor drove us to the emergency section of the hospital.Last time it was Aurora , it's Elena this time.
My neighbors proved to be the real blessing. Last time I had just taken one look at Aurora’s blood soaked face and rushed to the car-without even my purse or phone, and leaving the house open. Someone locked up after me, and took </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/3395030850698815170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/02/days-moms-dread.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/3395030850698815170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/3395030850698815170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/02/days-moms-dread.html' title='The days Moms dread'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-3338284389190903124</id><published>2010-01-25T19:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:32:01.823+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids talk'/><title type='text'>Birthday updates-II</title><summary type='text'>Yes there have been a few millimeters of progress.

Elena has finally decided on the return gift. I think we can do better and am still keeping the options open.
The guest list and menu are final.
She has revised her wish list yet again and just wants to go to Dubai-and get a watch like the one Tanvi got from there. 

All other discussions are on hold until the Unit tests are over. (Amen!)

And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/3338284389190903124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday-updates-ii.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/3338284389190903124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/3338284389190903124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday-updates-ii.html' title='Birthday updates-II'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-4157401648763611178</id><published>2010-01-20T22:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:00:00.189+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being mummy'/><title type='text'>Birthday update</title><summary type='text'>Did the previous post on Birthdays make it seem like they are right there?

It always feels like that-right after one set of Birthdays is over. I keep a lid on all wish-lists and planning till January and then it is unstoppable.

The update:

Elena's birthday is in on 16th February and she is having a fashion show.

I'll pull of the ramp and the music. 
The food also (she wants the same menu as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/4157401648763611178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday-update.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/4157401648763611178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/4157401648763611178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday-update.html' title='Birthday update'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-9008083886170828081</id><published>2010-01-19T22:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:09:23.477+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>And when will I grow up?</title><summary type='text'>My Laptop’s gone.

And I am finding it so hard to adjust to another machine.  It’s like your best friend leaving school and having to sit next to the new student in the class.

You speak to each other but the conversations and memories of your old friend always encroach. You resent this new guy because he is not your old friend. You know you are being irrational, but…

That’s fine as school kids,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/9008083886170828081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-when-will-i-grow-up.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/9008083886170828081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/9008083886170828081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-when-will-i-grow-up.html' title='And when will I grow up?'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-7904930693633238149</id><published>2010-01-11T18:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-11T18:15:34.702+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>I am not a Shopaholic</title><summary type='text'>Yes. I just miss "home" so badly that I keep trying to bring bits of it back with me.

That is why I've always had all kinds of block-printed bedsheets and furnishings and kurtis at home. And the weightless quilts in every shade. I've been wearing the delicate lacquer jhumkas (in every color)  forever too.

Sometimes, even I feel that I've had too many "torans" and puppets around the house.

So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7904930693633238149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-not-shopaholic.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7904930693633238149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7904930693633238149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-not-shopaholic.html' title='I am not a Shopaholic'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/S0sZ3BAjm8I/AAAAAAAAAFo/ioV8UhwWYdo/s72-c/shop2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-8097719561967948853</id><published>2010-01-08T18:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-08T18:32:31.488+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids talk'/><title type='text'>The Bithday 55er</title><summary type='text'>the birthday countdown begins


Mom can I please have a laptop…
Isn’t it too kiddish…
Of course I need a real one…….


She brings down her demands to mobile phones and is disgusted when I say I cannot afford one, not even a Ipod nano…


and the other birthday also falls in the same week..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8097719561967948853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/01/bithday-55er.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8097719561967948853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8097719561967948853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/01/bithday-55er.html' title='The Bithday 55er'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-3743257119015025544</id><published>2010-01-04T18:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-05T09:24:12.339+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bargaining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delhi'/><title type='text'>Delhi in a Day</title><summary type='text'>Just got back home and here’s Part 1 of my Tales of Three Cities.

I was going for a sleepover at my school-friend’s house. 
My husband had no issues. 
My parent’s were not too happy because it meant one day less at home. 


My kids were wild with reactions ranging from: 
           You are deserting us…
           How can you go to a friend’s house in another city (might as well be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/3743257119015025544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/01/delhi-in-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/3743257119015025544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/3743257119015025544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2010/01/delhi-in-day.html' title='Delhi in a Day'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-4519408597500269079</id><published>2009-12-31T17:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:20:19.573+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>Cheers</title><summary type='text'>I vanished from my blog as I had left too many things for the last moment before leaving for my vacation and it was a choice between writing goodbye and leaving in time to catch my flight.

I went home. 

Crammed in as much of being at home, eating mom-cooked food, soaking in the sun, shopping and meeting old friends as possible…and well let me keep adding more details as I get time

For now I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/4519408597500269079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/12/cheers.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/4519408597500269079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/4519408597500269079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/12/cheers.html' title='Cheers'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-2036233802917637320</id><published>2009-12-16T18:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:39:05.734+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hsbc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harassment'/><title type='text'>The HSBC Credit Card trauma continues</title><summary type='text'>I thank my friends who egged my on to continue the fight against the bullying. And I apologize to all of you because I caved in, agreed to settle up by paying up for something some thief bought (proved by the charge-slips sent to me by HSBC, which obviously the retailer didn’t verify):

There is still a part of me which winces at the thought of paying up. Just encourages them to continue doing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2036233802917637320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/12/hsbc-credit-card-trauma-continues.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2036233802917637320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2036233802917637320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/12/hsbc-credit-card-trauma-continues.html' title='The HSBC Credit Card trauma continues'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-6740541384232127451</id><published>2009-12-09T18:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-09T18:54:12.583+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gender issues'/><title type='text'>The Female child</title><summary type='text'>After Swaram's post I just could not help sharing my experience.


We longed for a daughter. Yes I was ready to bring up a son with the same love and affection-but we still wished…

I went for the regular ultrasounds to a family friend who never confirmed if it was a girl and so I had doubts. And the last thing I remember whispering immediately after the baby, as everything passed into a blur was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6740541384232127451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/12/female-child.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6740541384232127451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6740541384232127451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/12/female-child.html' title='The Female child'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-1290363324765647091</id><published>2009-12-06T22:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:10:51.930+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A day in a life of Mom (with Computer savvy kids)</title><summary type='text'>To anyone who finds the learning useful…


When the kids are not fighting over computer time and you know that something is very wrong, and you switch on the PC to find the screen looking like this…







One option is as Aurora suggested-just hang the monitor upside down and continue working.


For the ones who prefer more “in-the-box” solutions, just move the mouse left to right and top to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/1290363324765647091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-in-life-of-mom-with-computer-savvy.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/1290363324765647091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/1290363324765647091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-in-life-of-mom-with-computer-savvy.html' title='A day in a life of Mom (with Computer savvy kids)'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SxvgJUUfkwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/eQnNQT3O4Ao/s72-c/pc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-7308225447322755261</id><published>2009-11-26T18:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:10:00.674+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paranoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='security'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><title type='text'>Lessons from 26/11: Who needs them?</title><summary type='text'>After the horror of 26/11 faded away and lives limped back to normalcy, for us- the common citizens, it just meant a few more security checks everyday. Which I, as a “hypermom” did welcome even when the security men at a shopping mall created a jam by checking the boot of every car.

I had a big haversack containing the kids’ rackets-I got down ready to get that scanned. 

No Ma’am, the bags will</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7308225447322755261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/11/lessons-from-2611-who-needs-them.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7308225447322755261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7308225447322755261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/11/lessons-from-2611-who-needs-them.html' title='Lessons from 26/11: Who needs them?'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-8028464278794480844</id><published>2009-11-16T01:16:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:27:47.981+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wounds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gender issues'/><title type='text'>Some other children</title><summary type='text'>Amidst all the chaos of my Children’s day preparations, I clicked on the NDTV homepage featuring some other children-the ones losing their struggle for surviving beyond the day.

It took me back many years to a tiny, deserted railway station in Rajasthan. 

We were returning from a college trip and the train slowed down at a signal. A woman walked close to the train, with a little baby in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8028464278794480844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-other-children.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8028464278794480844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8028464278794480844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-other-children.html' title='Some other children'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-8657126233789584206</id><published>2009-11-16T00:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:17:53.017+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>Children's Day: After the storm</title><summary type='text'>Yes the day went great.

We were only a little late for school, but since most kids were a little behind schedule, and the teachers had built in that buffer, both the girls enjoyed.

This is Aurora's class getting ready for a Cinderella at the Ball dance:



And this is Elena's class of Zebras and Lions;


And this is my troupe of dancers for the event at home:


Until next time!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8657126233789584206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/11/childrens-day-after-storm.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8657126233789584206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8657126233789584206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/11/childrens-day-after-storm.html' title='Children&apos;s Day: After the storm'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SwBK2pFIiBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/l5za9oXeTmw/s72-c/DSC00011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-8228074269473759931</id><published>2009-11-12T18:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:46:08.406+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>Children's Day</title><summary type='text'>As if we didn’t have enough festivals on the Indian calendar!

It was ok till it was a fancy dress party in play school. Yes the costumes and teaching them two lines took time, but they enjoyed so much that it was worth the time.

And now….

Same time last year, one day before the Children’s day celebrations in school, I am in office and get an urgent call from the day care: 

Mamma, Ma’am has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8228074269473759931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/11/childrens-day.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8228074269473759931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8228074269473759931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/11/childrens-day.html' title='Children&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-6367154578482451350</id><published>2009-11-05T18:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-05T18:40:21.248+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids talk'/><title type='text'>Growing up, going online..</title><summary type='text'>While I wait for the day when the kids will have grown up, there are these moments when I look  at them and wonder if it isn’t it happening too fast!

Flashback..

Me naming each object I took out while cleaning the fridge, and Elena  repeating them with a baby lisp…Eggsh, Tomatoess, Butterl, Juice, Papa’s Juice…noooooo..it is called Beeeeeerl

When did she learn that?
I stand corrected.

Cut to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6367154578482451350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/11/growing-up-going-online.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6367154578482451350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6367154578482451350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/11/growing-up-going-online.html' title='Growing up, going online..'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-6292653484471232393</id><published>2009-10-28T23:16:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-28T23:32:12.141+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gender issues'/><title type='text'>Do words work?</title><summary type='text'>Most of my posts are frivolous and fun as I deliberately avoid writing about serious issues, about things which matter most, about things I cannot change…..

This is because even though I find writing cathartic, I am really not convinced about its power. When we try to create awareness through words, does it even reach the right people?

As I was going through some really thought-provoking posts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6292653484471232393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-words-work.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6292653484471232393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6292653484471232393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-words-work.html' title='Do words work?'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-7245868539596742467</id><published>2009-10-21T18:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:29:00.299+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being mummy'/><title type='text'>This Mom has her day</title><summary type='text'>I had to pick Aurora from a birthday party.

She took one look at me and forgot the excitement of showing me her return gift: Mamma you are wearing my earrings again! Last time you wore them to office and broke one..

Well, I didn't have much time to get ready and her stuff was scattered all over my dressing table-including earrings in the exact shade of pink as my top, so of course I borrowed it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7245868539596742467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-mom-has-her-day.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7245868539596742467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7245868539596742467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-mom-has-her-day.html' title='This Mom has her day'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-2755030254243179317</id><published>2009-10-20T13:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:04:09.233+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>Another Diwali</title><summary type='text'>I always loved everything about Diwali-the razzle and dazzle, the lights, the clothes, the puja and the noise.


I have always loved crackers too.


Yet when my kid came back from play-school all those years ago and said she doesn’t want to burst crackers because they are made by little children who are forced to work and not go to school, the perspective began to shift.


It was just one of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2755030254243179317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-diwali.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2755030254243179317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2755030254243179317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-diwali.html' title='Another Diwali'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-6494161128535427322</id><published>2009-10-11T02:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-11T02:33:29.176+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids talk'/><title type='text'>Exercise in Education</title><summary type='text'>The Theory:

I always look on our trips together as another opportunity in education

So I always try to draw them maps, provide a background of what makes each place special and tell them what I know about the society, language, food and culture of the place-and yes all the interesting bits about geography, history and mythology too.


The Practice:

They always managed to have questions for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6494161128535427322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/10/exercise-in-education.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6494161128535427322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6494161128535427322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/10/exercise-in-education.html' title='Exercise in Education'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-8365118315533344445</id><published>2009-10-05T15:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-05T15:17:39.684+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='south india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beaches'/><title type='text'>Back home</title><summary type='text'>We are back-tanned, tired, and triumphant. 

……..after spending the last eight days traipsing through the towering temples and bewitching beaches of southern-most India


The travel tales probably deserve another blog-but I am not sure whether I’ll be able to do justice to another one, still mulling it over…….

For now the highlights of the trip:


Spending      eight complete days as a family </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8365118315533344445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-home.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8365118315533344445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8365118315533344445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-home.html' title='Back home'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/Ssm-5trN2uI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/AzJCXZobzok/s72-c/mm2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-7082637931408096397</id><published>2009-09-25T17:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-25T17:23:09.312+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Durga Puja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivals'/><title type='text'>Till we meet again</title><summary type='text'>Depending on where we are, it is all so varied-Navratri, Dandia nights (or rather evenings now), Ramlila, Dushera and the Dolls and Ayudha Puja-----but it is also so similar too in the way we blend traditions with having fun and scripting memories. Maybe it’s just one more excuse to come together and celebrate and spread the wishes.

I have missed the drumbeats at Durga Puja this time but am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7082637931408096397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/09/till-we-meet-again.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7082637931408096397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7082637931408096397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/09/till-we-meet-again.html' title='Till we meet again'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-4185269687039948046</id><published>2009-09-22T19:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-22T19:13:09.455+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Blog Friends!! Now what's that?</title><summary type='text'>I met Swaram

Someone whom I have known only through her words and that too only for the last couple of months…

And it was the same as meeting an old friend from years ago.

It shouldn’t be like this.

After all what you put in your blog is just a tiny fraction of what your life is all about. And then how do you know even if that is for real?

I guess there is no algorithm to find that out.

But</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/4185269687039948046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-friends-now-whats-that.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/4185269687039948046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/4185269687039948046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-friends-now-whats-that.html' title='Blog Friends!! Now what&apos;s that?'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-1663000882311397217</id><published>2009-09-19T03:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-19T03:04:05.501+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Durga Puja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Durga Puja countdown begins</title><summary type='text'>I don’t like it.

I am trying my best to be logical, clinical, rational….

I can’t help feeling terribly mushy.

And to make it sillier, it’s about Durga Puja, a festival that I’ve been attending for all five days, with clockwork regularity, for every year of my life.


Yet, I miss each one of those moments.


The exchanging of parcels of new clothes between Jaipur-Siliguri-Kolkata-and where ever</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/1663000882311397217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/09/durga-puja-countdown-begins.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/1663000882311397217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/1663000882311397217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/09/durga-puja-countdown-begins.html' title='Durga Puja countdown begins'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SrP48ExMDFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/abb3Q53ELf8/s72-c/durga.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-1679571005260459654</id><published>2009-09-16T14:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:32:51.678+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sibling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids talk'/><title type='text'>In Sickness and in Health</title><summary type='text'>What do I do to get them behave like normal, loving siblings?
Princess Aurora came home from school complaining of a sore throat. It soon turned into a horrible sniffy, sneezy, weepy affair and when she showed a slight increase in temperature you can guess what it did to my hardly there equanimity.
Even then the catfight was still on.  
Being Loverna, I switched to the selective hearing mode-they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/1679571005260459654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-sickness-and-in-health.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/1679571005260459654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/1679571005260459654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-sickness-and-in-health.html' title='In Sickness and in Health'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SrCoeZosZdI/AAAAAAAAADw/1RkDmNVtu38/s72-c/blogflu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-6305823947727690999</id><published>2009-09-11T11:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-11T11:03:44.134+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Durga Puja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homesick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Durga Puja around the corner</title><summary type='text'>I found a maid who said she doesn’t want any leave during the year.And then the catch:
She wanted annual leave to go to her parents’ home during Durga Puja.
Yes, even though I would do anything to get out of eating fish and roshogolla, there’s still a Bong in me, who went all mushy about going “home” during Pujo..
I was so glad about her still managing the annual trip that I said yes and turned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/6305823947727690999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/09/durga-puja-around-corner.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6305823947727690999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/6305823947727690999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/09/durga-puja-around-corner.html' title='Durga Puja around the corner'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-4232175340674103866</id><published>2009-09-05T10:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:30:01.582+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Born Bookworms</title><summary type='text'>One of my favorite dreams as a kid was one in which I get locked up in a book shop. On regular visits, I would specially get a thrill out of reading one at the shop, while selecting the ones to buy.   So what if I don’t have the time these days?     This is what a trip to a bookstore with my children looks like:    Gosh-I wonder what else gets stored and transferred through our DNA!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/4232175340674103866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/09/born-bookworms.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/4232175340674103866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/4232175340674103866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/09/born-bookworms.html' title='Born Bookworms'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/Sp60T9XdWbI/AAAAAAAAADo/PS1BOT4pRbU/s72-c/reading.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-8014463230691713209</id><published>2009-09-02T17:30:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:02:19.170+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='power-cut'/><title type='text'>Powerless</title><summary type='text'>No. This isn’t how my forefathers lived.  Even my grandma had electricity and a refrigerator.  She didn’t believe in it much though- cooked food was always finished on the same day –even if the family had to take second and third helpings. And she preferred to keep eggs floating in a bowl of water to preserve them as if they would hatch if she didn’t keep an eye on them…  I don’t have electricity</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8014463230691713209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/09/powerless.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8014463230691713209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8014463230691713209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/09/powerless.html' title='Powerless'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/Sp5ieE3PPuI/AAAAAAAAADg/Uoqp0kn4of8/s72-c/fridge.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-2056787808053380712</id><published>2009-08-24T18:25:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:57:02.638+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swine flu'/><title type='text'>Swine-flu and School-Part 2</title><summary type='text'>Yes-I have written enough on the subject and hopefully this is my last post on the topic. Have to maintain the parity in writing about them too-so here is Elena’s story,  The wise old lady-did not even argue about the mask.  She, like her mom, always takes the path of least confrontation-and then goes ahead and does what she means to do anyway (not like her mom though).  She was more concerned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2056787808053380712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/08/swine-flu-and-school-part-2.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2056787808053380712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2056787808053380712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/08/swine-flu-and-school-part-2.html' title='Swine-flu and School-Part 2'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-3648055686234236393</id><published>2009-08-23T00:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-23T01:02:27.364+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swine flu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logic'/><title type='text'>Swine-flu and School-Part 1</title><summary type='text'>Aurora, our the queen of drama agreed to wear a mask because she liked the idea of a masquerade.  She practiced wearing it and kept it carefully in her pocket as she left for school.  It was nowhere in sight when she came back.  Mamma it looks so weird!  I tried to make her realize the importance of taking precautions…. there was a kid in their school who had the flu and was still at home </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/3648055686234236393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/08/swine-flu-and-school-part-1.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/3648055686234236393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/3648055686234236393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/08/swine-flu-and-school-part-1.html' title='Swine-flu and School-Part 1'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-5249729054996852725</id><published>2009-08-16T01:19:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:36:03.643+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being mummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swine flu'/><title type='text'>Swine flu paranoia</title><summary type='text'>Ten years of driving two wheelers of every shape and size and I never wore a helmet, because I liked the feel of wind through my hair!   Yes all logic and traffic regulations didn’t make sense; people die any way, don’t they? And so many of them still live anyway!  Today I am really scared. I’ll do anything to keep my family safe.  Yes this supposed to be just another version of the flu we all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/5249729054996852725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/08/swine-flu-paranoia.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/5249729054996852725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/5249729054996852725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/08/swine-flu-paranoia.html' title='Swine flu paranoia'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-642318002276766843</id><published>2009-08-12T13:02:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-12T13:23:34.418+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mills and Boon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>A Mills &amp; Boon reading Mom</title><summary type='text'>I’ve got mail  In fact I've got sixteen Mills and Boon ebooks painstakingly forwarded, one by one, at close to midnight.  Thanks Poonam. For the pile of cheesy romances which the wise scoff at, the lofty won’t even touch with a barge pole and the “educated” types would sniff at in disgust; you read those: those tacky, cheesy, paperbacks!!??  Oh yes, I do.   I love the templatized predictability </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/642318002276766843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/08/mills-boon-reading-mom.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/642318002276766843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/642318002276766843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/08/mills-boon-reading-mom.html' title='A Mills &amp; Boon reading Mom'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-1591696770150674512</id><published>2009-08-07T12:57:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:39:06.779+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='name change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='identity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Name Change and the Identity Circus</title><summary type='text'>In full agreement with Shakespeare’s logic, I willingly and cheerfully changed my second name to represent all that the family I married into, stands for.  Yet, there were so many people out there who knew me by the name I was born with, and it had been my identity for so long, that I retained my “original name” also.  And no, I did not string it to form a three part name (would have been a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/1591696770150674512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/08/name-change-and-identity-circus.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/1591696770150674512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/1591696770150674512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/08/name-change-and-identity-circus.html' title='Name Change and the Identity Circus'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-2794105364930111031</id><published>2009-08-05T12:11:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-06T12:55:10.529+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sibling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rakhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisters'/><title type='text'>A Promise to Cherish</title><summary type='text'>Elena has to “learn” an essay on “Raksha Bandhan”   “Rakhi is a festival on which sisters tie a Rakhi on their brothers’ wrists and the brothers promise to love and protect them forever…….”  But what do people who have no brothers do on Rakhi? My girls tie Rakhis to each other.After all when it is about a promise:  to care and cherishto be there for each other in sickness and sorrow, in tussles </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2794105364930111031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/08/promise-to-cherish.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2794105364930111031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2794105364930111031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/08/promise-to-cherish.html' title='A Promise to Cherish'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/Snksd___i4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/3bK8jBzO3BA/s72-c/rakhi.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-3359156462349482451</id><published>2009-08-02T02:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:40:18.558+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>It's Friendship Day</title><summary type='text'>Another day to increase consumption, hyped up by the brands, lapped up by the kids.     Well maybe not by all kids-   The elder one made a list of people she wanted to tie “friendship bands” to, shortlisted it to a reasonable five and then threw in a few spares-just in case she’s forgotten a friend or two.  The younger kid didn’t care much but still dug out some friendship bands received last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/3359156462349482451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-friendship-day.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/3359156462349482451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/3359156462349482451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-friendship-day.html' title='It&apos;s Friendship Day'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-692501380328232137</id><published>2009-07-27T11:09:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:59:37.122+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hsbc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harassment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='credit card'/><title type='text'>HSBC Credit Card and the unending trauma</title><summary type='text'>These are the details of my experience as a HSBC Credit Card holder.   You can help me and possibly many others like me by circulating this link, taking the time to read this post, and advising me on what are my options now.  If you are the independent type who believes in not learning from other people’s experiences, please continue using your HSBC Credit Card.  26th April 2009  After a long day</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/692501380328232137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/07/hsbc-credit-card-and-unending-trauma.html#comment-form' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/692501380328232137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/692501380328232137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/07/hsbc-credit-card-and-unending-trauma.html' title='HSBC Credit Card and the unending trauma'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-2081188827468694836</id><published>2009-07-23T12:58:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T13:30:07.243+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Of old friends and new..</title><summary type='text'>Elena woke up in tears: Mamma, I dreamt that you had changed my school. I never want to change my school-I will lose all my friends……  History repeats...Yeah, I know  My Mom forcefully changed my school in 11th Standard-because my school did not have the science-maths combination, she wanted me to study. As I didn’t want to study anything, the combo just didn’t matter, but my friends did-so much,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2081188827468694836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-old-friends-and-new.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2081188827468694836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2081188827468694836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-old-friends-and-new.html' title='Of old friends and new..'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-823234162253361714</id><published>2009-07-16T18:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:36:26.237+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awkward questions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts of life'/><title type='text'>Inconvenient Truths</title><summary type='text'>The awkward questions.  My younger kid is always full for them, for starters:What is S**?  Me trying to be correct without being candid:It means-Male or Female, Boy or Girl  My elder daughter, an old soul who knew what made adults uncomfortable and never asked us any of these questions, giggled:Mamma she wants to know the other meaning, the one which people do……..  I gasped: And just what is that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/823234162253361714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/07/inconvenient-truths.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/823234162253361714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/823234162253361714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/07/inconvenient-truths.html' title='Inconvenient Truths'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-2823386860294723337</id><published>2009-07-14T10:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:00:45.228+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='results'/><title type='text'>...do not bring us to the test</title><summary type='text'>I was a bad student. The kind who do everything but study all through the year. But I was held up as a role model to the rest of the class and my cousins (and heartily resented for it), because I was very good at exams.   I studied the examination system more seriously than my books. My success belonged more to strategizing and sheer luck than slogging-smart working as it is called these days. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2823386860294723337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-bad-student.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2823386860294723337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2823386860294723337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-bad-student.html' title='...do not bring us to the test'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-2792893201510164911</id><published>2009-07-09T17:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-09T17:51:11.701+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>As you speak, so you become...</title><summary type='text'>Are you a Punjabi?My mom-in-law asked one of  the kids’ friends.No, I am English.No way, my mil insisted, tell me what language your parents speak in when they are at home.Oh, they speak English and Hindi. They speak in Punjabi only with my grandmother.There, I told you-this means you are a Punjabi.The five year old clarified furiously: No, It means my Biji is a Punjabi, I am English and my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2792893201510164911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-you-speak-so-you-become.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2792893201510164911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2792893201510164911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-you-speak-so-you-become.html' title='As you speak, so you become...'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-2614278376851011714</id><published>2009-07-03T18:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:47:28.830+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fairy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><title type='text'>abracadabra</title><summary type='text'>No matter how fiercely you believe in it, a dream is a dream. When the morning alarm rings, you have to wake out if it and start your day.  Is that how a kid feels when she wakes up to the fact that fairies exist only between the covers of books and Santa cannot be real?  I saw it happening with Elena.  How can Santa keep a track on how good each kid in the world was? How could he keep updated on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2614278376851011714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/07/abracadabra.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2614278376851011714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2614278376851011714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/07/abracadabra.html' title='abracadabra'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/Sk3-_qI03tI/AAAAAAAAACw/AfTQrd1BviA/s72-c/tooth2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-7336627299455507283</id><published>2009-06-30T20:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-02T08:57:51.612+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contingency planning'/><title type='text'>My Backup(s)</title><summary type='text'>It's not clutter, it is just being prepared.I need to keep a pair of slippers and an umbrella in the car for backup because I might need to stop on the way for something and it might rain.In fact I am so prepared for contingencies that my car always has a spare set of sun-glasses, a stock of reading material, a packet of biscuits, a bottle of water (sometimes a couple of empty ones also) and some</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7336627299455507283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-backups.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7336627299455507283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7336627299455507283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-backups.html' title='My Backup(s)'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-3808864006763809368</id><published>2009-06-27T11:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:52:22.763+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='negotiation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baragaining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logic'/><title type='text'>Negotiation Tips - Anyone?</title><summary type='text'>I’m Hungry. Can I watch TV?No. Have a banana.But I am feeling sad because I am hungry. Bananas make me sadder, I need to watch TV.You said you were hungry and that is making you sad. TV will not help. Have biscuits.On a deeply resigned "Mom’s just don’t understand" tone: I am sad because I am bored and hungry. If I have boring food, I’ll be sadder. I need to watch TV.By this time more than a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/3808864006763809368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/06/negotiation-tips-anyone.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/3808864006763809368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/3808864006763809368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/06/negotiation-tips-anyone.html' title='Negotiation Tips - Anyone?'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-7140290713906153072</id><published>2009-06-14T03:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-14T04:11:11.027+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goof ups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organizing'/><title type='text'>Best laid plans</title><summary type='text'>I hated planning; thinking ahead, organizing….the works  Life being what it is, tried to teach me all about it, giving me no option but to buckle up and change gears.  Now I work on a calendar on which most work appointments are (thankfully) maintained to some degree by Microsoft Outlook.   I keep adding other meetings, personal reminders (to book gas cylinders, doctor’s appointments, picking up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7140290713906153072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-laid-plans.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7140290713906153072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7140290713906153072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-laid-plans.html' title='Best laid plans'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-8924201727450132148</id><published>2009-06-12T09:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:15:52.430+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mobile phones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='granny'/><title type='text'>Mobile phones</title><summary type='text'>What is it that gives any kid above four (or is it three or even two these days?) an intrinsic knowledge of how to unlock, operate, and find the games on any damn cell phone?   And that when I still have to ask for my husband’s help to set/restore the esoteric settings on my phone.   My Mom is worse off by an entire generation much to my kids’ frustration as they were teaching her how to add </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8924201727450132148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/06/mobile-phones.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8924201727450132148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8924201727450132148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/06/mobile-phones.html' title='Mobile phones'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-7370488860072433495</id><published>2009-06-03T19:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:40:00.688+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Another begining</title><summary type='text'>That time of the year again.  I am going mad with covers and labels for  two sets of books, arranging uniforms, marking out the ties and socks, sorting out the tiffin boxes, the water bottles, the pencil sets, the clips and hair-bands and…  The end of the summer break!  I am all worked up about how to get these two to start waking up at 6.30 am again. How will they cope with staying cooped in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7370488860072433495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-begining.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7370488860072433495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7370488860072433495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-begining.html' title='Another begining'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-817057707910304224</id><published>2009-06-02T20:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:36:00.601+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='space'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><title type='text'>Bliss!</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes it can be sitting in a car and having biscuits for breakfast.  It is a space of your own, without negative vibes all around, knowing that you can be yourself, without the need to explain, to justify, or even ask.  It is a time of your own, knowing that just this once, you don’t have to rush for completing something which you don’t even want to do.  I have a bit of both-for the moment.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/817057707910304224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/06/bliss.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/817057707910304224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/817057707910304224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/06/bliss.html' title='Bliss!'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-3340136090665585028</id><published>2009-05-27T00:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:48:31.110+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman driver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bangalore'/><title type='text'>A Driving School called Dad</title><summary type='text'>Keep one foot on the brake, release the clutch softly, and step on the accelerator-Hard.  The gears would screech in protest and the car would jump and jerk to a halt as I would take both feet off: How can someone operate three pedals at the same time?   Well go and ride a cycle then!   That was my Dad teaching me to drive.   Well learning from him sure was tough-but then it was learning for life</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/3340136090665585028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/05/driving-school-called-dad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/3340136090665585028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/3340136090665585028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/05/driving-school-called-dad.html' title='A Driving School called Dad'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-8341672483490451276</id><published>2009-05-24T20:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:15:50.074+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wounds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doctor'/><title type='text'>Mom Skills-I</title><summary type='text'>Long before reskilling and picking alternative skills became the buzzwords, all Moms have been doing it. I may take a shot on a compounder’s (the guy who used to scrape wounds with stingy, smelly stuff and tie bandages-remember?) job.  Yeah not one to cringe at gory sights, I have dressed enough different types of wounds of my own (driving a two wheeler since you are twelve teaches you a lot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8341672483490451276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/05/mom-skills-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8341672483490451276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8341672483490451276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/05/mom-skills-i.html' title='Mom Skills-I'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-5931419718982343051</id><published>2009-05-19T00:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-19T01:50:47.765+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='escape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running away'/><title type='text'>Running away</title><summary type='text'>When the going gets tough, the tough get going.   Yeah. And the cowards run.   Those who do not have the guts to confront situations always look for escape routes, to avoid an honest duel and run away and hide.   Those who mind getting their hands dirty and bones broken always try to turn and flee.   I have been doing a lot of that lately.  Actually I have done a lot of that, all my life.  When </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/5931419718982343051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/05/running-away.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/5931419718982343051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/5931419718982343051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/05/running-away.html' title='Running away'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-4050001422348357768</id><published>2009-05-12T23:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:24:13.907+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Purani Jeans-addendum!</title><summary type='text'>I may be a Mom in distress (at times) but I am certainly not alone.My last post was more about  nostalgia than loneliness. Got slightly carried away by the metaphors.Why don’t I throw away my Purani Jeans? Or donate them to a museum?I have got lots of new blue ones since then,  along with lots of new memories and great hopes too.Yet sometimes, I get a kick out of dragging out the decade old ones </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/4050001422348357768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/05/purani-jeans-addendum.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/4050001422348357768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/4050001422348357768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/05/purani-jeans-addendum.html' title='Purani Jeans-addendum!'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-8342732282194169864</id><published>2009-05-11T00:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:19:45.259+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>Purani Jeans---and the memories</title><summary type='text'>Purani jeans--------I still have mine from those days…along with memories that would take ages to key in.One of those memories is of the desperation to avoid a particular Professor’s class. As there was no other way to escape, we had to dive out of the window, climb onto the terrace and hide in an empty water tank till the coast was clear. We would have gone for a filled-in tank too, such was the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8342732282194169864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/05/purani-jeans-and-memories.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8342732282194169864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8342732282194169864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/05/purani-jeans-and-memories.html' title='Purani Jeans---and the memories'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-8995620065830778935</id><published>2009-05-08T18:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:02:32.227+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sibling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>Sibling bonds-Is this what they mean?</title><summary type='text'>As soon as my daughters wake up, they instictively look for each other, and start fighting like cats and …well cats.  The issues are different each morning, they keep changing throughout the day, but the argument continues…quite like the heated political discussions onboard the CTC routes.  Come on gals cap it-----  I too grew up with a sibling.I can’t say we never fought but then we fought over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/8995620065830778935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/05/sibling-bonds-is-this-what-they-mean.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8995620065830778935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/8995620065830778935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/05/sibling-bonds-is-this-what-they-mean.html' title='Sibling bonds-Is this what they mean?'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-3701616890372522045</id><published>2009-05-04T00:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-05T09:22:12.783+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bargaining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids talk'/><title type='text'>Bringing up Mother</title><summary type='text'>Can we go for a sleepover?

When the question came out for the first time, I almost reacted like the Father of the Bride when Kimberly announces her engagement! Even Daddy cool didn’t manage a cool reply to that one.

Mean momma that I am, I managed to delay-drag it for a good six months before I knew I had to agree. With craftiness worthy of Loverna, I also coaxed them into inviting their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/3701616890372522045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/05/bringing-up-mother.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/3701616890372522045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/3701616890372522045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/05/bringing-up-mother.html' title='Bringing up Mother'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-1492698298817270065</id><published>2009-04-19T03:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:49:25.733+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first love crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts of life'/><title type='text'>Pehla Nasha...........</title><summary type='text'>My elder daughter had her first crush when she was five.While she was lost in her dreams, I was the one having nightmares.Loverna swung into action mode: I made sure she played with other kids, all other kids but “him”. Enrolled her in a different summer camp. Tried to convince her to take a window seat instead of sitting with “him”…..Linda Goodman (yeah I read her enough times to remember even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/1492698298817270065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/04/pehla-nasha_18.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/1492698298817270065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/1492698298817270065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/04/pehla-nasha_18.html' title='Pehla Nasha...........'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-4887450476849709241</id><published>2009-04-19T03:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:50:11.167+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first love crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facts of life'/><title type='text'>Pehla Nashaa-Part 2</title><summary type='text'>With kids spaced out the way mine are, I was just out of the teething-weaning-potty training cycle with the first one, when it started all over with the second one.The circle of life played out the same way in the matters of the heart.Elena reached the stage when she wanted to invite only girls for her birthday party. Aurora came home from the park and declared: “I am going to marry Siddhant”The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/4887450476849709241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/04/pehla-nashaa-part-2.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/4887450476849709241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/4887450476849709241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/04/pehla-nashaa-part-2.html' title='Pehla Nashaa-Part 2'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-7025520042627853953</id><published>2009-04-03T11:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:20:24.444+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trade-offs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compromise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adjustments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>Compromises</title><summary type='text'>I hate compromises.

I hate not doing a great job at work. I hate missing out on important discussions and not making my contribution. I hate not growing fast enough in my career. I hate not being able to accept a better deal because it will make me lose my time at home. I hate saying no to plum assignments because I have to leave office at a fixed time. I hate not being able to do much more.

I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7025520042627853953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/04/compromises.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7025520042627853953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7025520042627853953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/04/compromises.html' title='Compromises'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-7310712880339691459</id><published>2009-03-31T18:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:06:02.487+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Wind Beneath My Wings</title><summary type='text'>Years ago, when as a disillusioned and utterly confused teenager, I decided to junk whatever I was doing and sit for the Engineering entrance exams, everyone thought I had lost it completely. The exams were just a couple of months away, the last date for most forms was long gone, and I found Calculus more confusing than Greek and Roman mythology put together. There was one person who made me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/7310712880339691459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/03/wind-beneath-my-wings.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7310712880339691459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/7310712880339691459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/03/wind-beneath-my-wings.html' title='The Wind Beneath My Wings'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-2691844358254931048</id><published>2009-03-26T19:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:50:16.991+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids talk'/><title type='text'>Time Flies. Yeah!</title><summary type='text'>When I was struggling between changing diapers and feeding one kid, while getting the other one ready for school, this what all the wise old ladies around me would say.   “They grow up so fast you’ll miss these days”. Oh yeah! After years of sleepless nights and sterilizing bottles, I was all ready to miss these days like I miss my tonsils and appendix.  My daughters are nine and six now. Years </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2691844358254931048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-flies-yeah_26.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2691844358254931048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2691844358254931048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-flies-yeah_26.html' title='Time Flies. Yeah!'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-5409977698542310967</id><published>2009-03-21T00:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:17:22.984+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Letting go</title><summary type='text'>Sailing when the wind is high, riding out the king tide in a wind so strong that it snatches the rudder from your hands-yes that’s how the journey feels at times. Bringing up my two daughters, managing work and home is so like trying to stay vertical in a force nine gale-at times. There are spells in between when the wind becomes gentle, lifting us over the waves and carrying us over the years. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/5409977698542310967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/03/letting-go.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/5409977698542310967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/5409977698542310967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/03/letting-go.html' title='Letting go'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2032576538133971767.post-2986843496237746085</id><published>2009-03-18T16:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:57:09.285+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woman driver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bangalore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drive'/><title type='text'>Driving in Bangalore</title><summary type='text'>Kannada Bharata?Rule No. 1: Learn FASTThat’s the first survival tip for Bangalore roads. Rule no. 2: Women shouldn’t be at the wheel. No, don’t try to educate the auto wala, the call center cabs, or the sleekly oiled gentlemen in the Skoda. Even the cops have the same attitude. Save your breath.Rule no. 3: You are from “The North”-you are responsible for everything that’s wrong with Bangalore </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/feeds/2986843496237746085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/03/driving-in-bangalore.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2986843496237746085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2032576538133971767/posts/default/2986843496237746085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehypermom.blogspot.com/2009/03/driving-in-bangalore.html' title='Driving in Bangalore'/><author><name>Hypermom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05726821056092299410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwNyhTTCbak/SohNQiqL4QI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ssv-cFQeeg8/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
