Wo(a)ndering thoughts!!!

I’ve officially watched every serial killer documentary Netflix has to offer. At this point, if there was a PhD in "Staring Blankly at Grainy CCTV Footage," I’d be aceing it. I draw the line at horror, though—ghosts are unrealistic, but a guy with a basement and a manifesto? That’s just Tuesday night entertainment. The problem is, this "education" has turned me into a paranoid investigator. Last week, during my 5:00 AM personal training session at the gym, I spotted it: a roll of black electrical tape sitting right next to a bowl of jelly beans. My brain immediately hit the panic button.  "Hey," I call my trainer "why is this here?"  pointing to the black tape. My trainer started explaining how he used it to patch up the cushions on the gym machines, or how he’d used a strip to fix his watch strap. I’m not sure what else he said because I zoned out after "watch strap." I just shrugged and went back to my deadlifts. A few seconds later,...

May is officially here, which means it’s time to celebrate someone special- it is Mom’s birthday! When I asked my 75-year-old friend Christine what her favourite season is, while we were sitting in the garden watching the fall colours on a sunny weekend, she said September without a beat. I thought she liked Spring, so I asked her again, 'Do you mean Spring?' She sweetly replies back,' No!, September. It is Mum's birthday. This is the person who has forgotten so many little details of her life. No matter how old you get, some people in our lives have big impacts, espacially moms have that kind of power. Dont you think?! Back in my "I know everything" phase, I swore I’d never be like my mother. Now that I’ve actually matured a little (Ahem!), I’ve realised that if I can be even 50% of the woman she is, I’ve absolutely nailed it. Of course, I could have done without the "family heirlooms" she passed down—specifically the ability to stress out over lite...

April has arrived, and with it, the birthday of my favourite Teen. Aa is another year older, which supposedly means "wiser and kinder," but let’s be real—the only things that actually increased were his satirical range and his "Know-it-all" attitude . Can we blame him? Honestly, no. The world didn't stand a chance against a normal Teen, and now we’re dealing with Teen V2.0 . GoOd bYe, Thirteen! How did the "Teen V1" go? Honestly, it was a vibe. Goals: Kicked, ticked, and demolished. Logic: Annoyingly, you are logically right about 99% of things. The Catch 13: As the "Responsible Adult™," I am legally and morally obligated to ignore your superior logic so I can continue running this household like a normal adult. We had approximately one million arguments this year—an impressive 10,000% increase from last year—but hey, at least we’re becoming professionals at patching things up in record speed. Your personality is a wild mix o...

Once upon a time, there was a teen boy—let’s call him Aa (strictly for anonymity, of course, wink wink ). Aa has a profound, soul-deep allergy to the great outdoors. Now, call me crazy, but I couldn’t fathom why! What’s not to love about sharing a single toilet with 150 other teenagers ? (Don’t visualise it. Just don’t.) Or the thrill of hiking, rafting, and sleeping in a bush and waking up to the sound of a Kookaburra. Truly, it’s a mystery why a modern teen would hate this. It’s a classic "First World Problem," isn't it? Whenever I see him pout, I think back to my own summer breaks spent in my dad’s village. It was a place where "TV" was a myth, and the entire population went into a coma at 7:00 PM. If you asked for a "snack," the elders would look at you like you were speaking Latin. In a desperate bid for survival, Aa packed for his five-day camp like he was prepping for a personal bunker: 6 Cup Noodles (The essential food group). Enough snacks ...

If you read my previous post about the Mic-Drop , this sequel will make perfect sense. After Aa’s triumphant scoreboard success, I had to document the recent incident for the record. You see, in this house, Fridays and Saturdays espcially in summer, aren't for relaxing. There is no such thing as TGIF; there is only TGIFS  (Thank God It’s Finally Sunday), because the rest of the weekend is just back-to-back cricket tournaments. Last Friday was the usual weekend sprint on Friday. Aa gets exactly five minutes to transform from his school uniform into his cricket uniform. You’d think by mid-season he’d have the drill down on what's required for the game night. Errr!1 WRoNg!! I’m the mother who knowssss—I have "History-Vision." I know he’s going to forget something because I’ve seen it a thousand times before. Like a responsible mum, I reminded him about his water bottle. He hit me with the classic: "I knowwwwww, Maaa! Stop telling me what to do!" He grabbed the...

I don’t know about anyone else, but parenting a teenage boy is basically like being a contestant on a game show where the rules are made up, the points are imaginary, and you’re somehow always losing. I used to think, "Who keeps score during arguments?" Then I had a teenager. Apparently, my home has been converted into a high-stakes arena where every conversation is a championship bout, and I am the underdog who never even makes the playoffs. I have no idea how his math works, but the scoreboard is remarkably consistent. According to Aa, the daily standings are:  Aa: 8 (and rising)  Me: 0 (permanently)  His favourite victory comeback? Proudly announces “Mic Drop! " with a hand gesture.    PC - Google images He delivers it with the confidence of a rock star playing a sold-out stadium, usually right after I’ve asked him to do something revolutionary, like pick up a sock or put his lunch box in the sink. How is it that at 13, they are already ‘ Know-it-...