Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Ojas gets "established" in all criteria (1.5 pages) which I did not read through completely.
Tejas gets "estabished" across except "recitation", "following instructions" (not surprising), recognizing animal young ones and a few more that I frankly don't recall.
We just tipped the teacher- tell Tejas that he will not do it- then he will definitely do it.
She told us to work on their pencil grip. Give them finger exercises like knob based puzzles, sorting & separating various beans, and that I need to sit on their right and get their grip right on the pencil. Currently they use both hands and therefore the tea
Their "eating tiffin box" has improved.
They are very helpful in class (I am surprised)
They love painting- I am glad because I do not have the patience at all.
Ojas loves dancing- that I know
They enjoy swimming- hopefully unlike their Mom they will be skilled in water- fingers crossed
Monday, September 29, 2008
- Remember the times when you give that tight slap to your kids and the next moment they forgive you.
- Remember the number of times you leave them at home pining for you and the eager, reproach-less smiles they give you when you come back.
- Remember the times you wanted to have a time out / me time and wished that everyone were out of your hair for a while.
- Remember that you believed some conversation were meant for some ears only and not for the kids.
- Remember the kiddie birthday parties you grudgingly went to.
Remember all that when they grow up and say a hurtful word or wish to go out with friends or wish to have some information private to them and not for your consumption or want to be left alone!
Remember that if you don't understand them, nobody else will.
Remember if you cannot make space and adjustments for them, nobody else will be willing to do the same.
Remember to not make them feel guilty for enjoying their life, their hobbies and pursuits, wanting to have their own set of friends and not wanting to go with you for the "boring" parties.
Friday, September 26, 2008
The book could have been snappier though I don't mind it being roundabout - more of it to read.
I was left strangely dissatisfied with the end and was wondering what could have been- she should have let the straight talk stay on the tape, jolting the parents to reality, telling them in no uncertain terms that they have to bring up their child themselves rather than let the child be brought up by the nanny! And she should have definitely collected her fair wages!! By fair means or foul!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
We got married within a space of a week and therefore never attended each other's wedding.
I called her 5 days after my c-sec to find out if I was the only one facing difficulties walking after a c-sec as everyone else told me they were zooming around right from the day after the c-sec.
I called her to rant my heart out during the PPD phase.
We lost touch for a while and reconnected recently and just started from where we had left- laughing, ranting, discussing husbands, siblings, common friends, and the now all important kids.
And we finally met after a gap of 5 years. I just walked in to her house- (gasp) empty handed-hugged each other, commented on each other's weight, plonked ourselves on her sofa, chatting away to our hearts' content.
Some things never change!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Ojas and Tejas went running to Mamma- FC took out tooth away. So Mamma went to the window. There she, Ojas & Tejas saw that FC was jumping and laughing- hee hee hee hee I took 2 teeth, I took 2 teeth. You cry some more with your mouths open and I will take more teeth...Heee heee heee.
So Mamma told Ojas & Tejas that FC took their teeth because they were crying. So Ojas and Tejas told we will not cry again.
So Mamma (clever Mamma) told FC - go and get 2 boxes to keep the teeth. One to keep Ojas' tooth and another to keep Tejas' tooth. So FC gave the two teeth to Mamma to hold while he went to get the boxes- 'hold Ojas tooth in the left hand and Tejas tooth in the right hand. I will get 2 boxes and come."
As soon as FC flew away to get the boxes, Mamma quickly put the tooth in left hand in Ojas mouth and the tooth on the right hand in Tejas' mouth.
Now FC came back flying with 2 boxes and asked Mamma- where are the teeth?
Mamma said - go, go, Ojas and Tejas will not cry now. You cannot get their teeth now.
So FC started crying- oooo ooo oooo
And Ojas and Tejas started jumping hee hee hee hee.
MORAL OF THE STORY- Cry with the mouth closed with your hand!
FC is copywrited for whatever it's worth. Sure, you can use it for scaring your kids but giving credit where it's due- to the FC who gave his life for this series to be born.
Monday, September 22, 2008
- You cannot get a good night's sleep unless you sleep on the plastic sheet lined bed.
- The moment you see a kid's store you feel the urge to get in and explore.
- You start preferring to buy or use only over-sized bags with lot of pockets so that it doubles up as a baby bag and can fit in atleast 1 biscuit, a smal water bottle, a few change of shorts, a few T shirts, napkins, tissues....
- You smile to yourself whenever you hear a child cry or say Mamma or you get startled and almost run in the direction of the voice thinking it is your kid(s) crying even if you have left them at home.
- You prefer not to go to places where you don't have quick and easy access to toilets.
- You start using their language in public places - When the waiter asked me if I wanted water, I answered- yes, little - some (like Ojas & Tejas)
- And the biggest sign is when you get into the toilet to pee- you whistle for yourself (Honest, I did that!)
Friday, September 19, 2008
2. And you most certainly don't imagine that a lady with a struggling kid on one hand and a bag of kiddy stuff on the other arm does not deserve to be escorted to her seat with a flashlight to prevent kid and lady from almost stumbling over the uneven floor.
3. Intermission does not mean that the screen should go blank without warning probably when the actor is in mid-sentence. Someone like the lady in (2) above will imagine that the current supply has ditched.
4. Intermission duration cannot so long that you need to take several rounds of snacks to fill the time or so short that you hardly walk out from the theatre that you need to stumble back in the darkness.
5. There is something called the right volume.
6. There is something called right level of aircon. Don't imagine if you start with frigid levels of cooling and suddenly switch off the aircon, nobody will notice because they will be too engrossed in the movie.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Saying she is going to the doctor for an injection.
Gosh. She thinks. The kids are going to grow up with the memory of "our Mom used to be sick very often when we were younger"
In self-justification she counts the total number of hours she spent with them today barring the 3 hours she spent in the kitchen shooing them off after giving impromptu hugs and kisses on demand.
How quickly feed-on-demand has changed to lift-on-demand, she reflects.
'Tomorrow I am going to come back home early from office to make up for taking off without them this weekend." She vows yet again, as she has done many times in the past...
-Everytime when she saw them howling, standing at the window whenever she left home for work.
-When she went off with her husband for a movie during her anniversary
-When she stayed a day extra in Delhi to simply shop when she went on tour
-When she went for another late night party
Each day she vowed to come back home early or on time and got delayed by traffic or some email or phone call.
Every weekend she would think that she would wake up early and finish the cooking so that she would be able to give exclusive time to the kids after they wake up.
The guilt trips never end, do they?
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Mamma brandished a slipper and lead it to its certain death, shoved it out of the house using a broom and cleaned up with extra dose of domex.
Well, it ensured that the 2 stayed on the sofa for quite a while after that and gave me the opportunity to start a brand new series of tales.
Here's the first one.
One day, Flying Cockroach (FC) came to Ojas & Tejas's home. He found lot of toys lying on the floor. He quickly went out and told his friends- Ojas and Tejas don't like their toys. They throw them on the floor and never keep them in the cupboard. So FC and his friend (another FC) came home one morning when Ojas & Tejas had gone to school. FC took Tejas' new red car and his friend took Ojas' new yellow car and sat on the seat and drove away.
Ojas & Tejas came home from school and began looking for their cars.
Ojas cried- where is my yellow car? It is not there.
Tejas cried- and where is my red car? It is also not there.
Mamma told them- Let's look outside in the garden. Maybe you took them there.
They all went to the garden and saw that FC and his friend were driving Ojas' & Tejas' cars. So Mamma asked FC and his friend- Why did you take Ojas' & Tejas' cars without asking them?
FC said to Mamma- because they don't want their cars. They throw it on the floor. Tomorrow I will come and take more toys.
So Ojas & Tejas told Mamma we will never through the toys on the floor. We will keep them nicely.
So Mamma told FC and his friend- the cars are very dirty. Park them and get some water to wash the cars. How can you be driving dirty cars.
So FC & his friend parked the red car and yellow car and went to get 2 mugs with water.
Mamma quickly took the cars inside the house and closed the door.
Ojas and Tejas took the cars and kept them neatly in the toy cupboard.
So when next day FC came to steal more toys from the floor- he could not find any and went back crying- boo hoo hoo...
"FC is COPYRIGHTED- FOR WHATEVER IT'S WORTH"
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
But no, it is not about the movie. It is about what I could identify with. A slice of my life, your life, our lives that I could see. A pattern I am getting resigned to.
Boy loves girl. Girl loves boy. Both get married. Then get on with the business of living.
Is that all to it?
We postpone our simple pleasures because we are working for the future. We get bigger and more successful and at one point of time, it ceases to matter to us when we get that big raise or promotion, or sign that huge contract...What scares me is that nobody wants to slow down. Everyone believes that if they stop for a moment or take a break, the organisation will fail in achieving targets.
We come home and are glued to our laptops or phones and hardly talk. Because there is only so much one can pack in a day. And so we prioritise. Pick up the seemingly non negotiable ones and move on.
Changing tracks, it is essential to have that something that gives you a rush of adrenalin, a goal to work towards, and the satisfied feeling that a hard day at work gives.
But aren't we in this process losing out on the fun? How many of us have a book or an idea or a rockstar within us waiting to flutter out?
How many of us are following our true calling? How many of us have yet discovered their true calling? Are we afraid to look for it? For fear of the unconventional?
We study buyer behaviour, we do consumer studies, spend loads of money in try to solve the conundrum of which product will hit it right with the consumers, but cannot invest our time and emotions in understanding our kids, spouses, family. On understanding what will make them happy, given the choice of a few moments of our time and a toy.
I cannot decide what to feel after the movie- elated, boisterous or sad.
I don't want anything extraordinary.
I want a plain and simple mehfil in the weekend evenings. Music, food, laughter, gossip and the quintessential gana- bajana.
Well, the closest to jamming of what I would have done were the impromptu antaksharis played during recess or back home from school or during wedding gatherings. We used to have dancing and singing sessions in our hostel - not restricted to just weekends. Ah the feel good factor!
Believe me dancing, singing and having fun is not just about age. It is attitude. In my previous company we were a gang who were just looking for an excuse to dance. We had coordinated dance moves- a signal, a shout or a word and the entire gang would be matching steps much to everyone's surprise. Sigh! it was fun. If nothing else, we lost a lot of calories doing. I miss that so much. I just want to dance. Wish we had a roudy, boisterous crowd to cheer and clap during the movie.
And wish my kids did not have to do 2 rounds of potty, 3 round of popcorn, potato chips, biscuits, and many rounds of water during the movie.
And yes that was a milestone I mentioned- being able to shit in a public toilet instead of asking- "Mamma, where's baby potty"- Tejas demanded his potty even before the intermission. They believe that while they can use the adult potty at home, it has to be the child seat anywhere other than their home.
Monday, September 15, 2008
I haven't even looked that way for fear of succumbing.
5 months since I went on an overdrive.
Flirting with various models. Indulging myself to the highest limit till I zeroed on quite a few of my liking.
I nearly broke my heart when I ditched the older models for the newer ones.
I have a tough time every morning in deciding which one to favour for the day.
In the harem of the models that I possess, I have my own favourites, some for regular use, some for specific occassions, some for specific activities, some to coordinate with the rest of me.
Some are ignored or rather cherished so much that I feel they are too good to be exposed to the elements. And when they go past their prime, they are neither good enough to be seen with nor bad enough to be ditched.
A few days ago, I found myself breaking my resolute. My feet automatically taking me to the objects of my desire. My heart weakening with excitement, my mind picturing the ah-inspiring looks they would evoke once on me...
With feverish excitement, I slipped each foot delicately into the inviting sandals, twirling round to admire the dressed up feet in the clear mirror, walking up and down like a model on a catwalk ramp, looking at hubby to see if his eyes light up with appreciation, observing my 5 month old purchase in disdain...(how old and worn out they look in front of the newer ones) and with bated breath I asked...
Friday, September 12, 2008
with versions like red car blue car....
Mamma car, dadda car, ojas car, tejas car....
I composed it out of frustration as there was an endless quarrel going on on which song I should sing as a lullaby for a particular night.
The funny part is that it became an instant hit and is sung all day nowadays!
Or perhaps pajama pajama...
red pajama, blue pajama, green pajama...
plain pajama, printed pajama etc qualify ?
Thursday, September 11, 2008
We arrived at 10.57 pm, well the sign said 11 am to 11 pm so technically we were there before 11 pm. Half expecting to be kicked out of the empty place except 1 occupied table, we got a pleasant surprise when we were welcomed with great aplomb.
But the server was not too keen as he rushed us up with the orders because the kitchen was closed- ie we were not allowed to order starters quickly and then he could come back after 5 minutes for the main course. He had to take the entire order at the same time. Well!
We called for mutton pepper fry - quite a big serving and stuffed kulchas & naan- very spicy but good.
The chicken lollypops were a disappointment - very dry 3 leg pieces instead of the 6-8 pieces of the wings with lot of masala binding them.
The meal for 2 costed around Rs 450/-(inclusive of a fresh lime soda)
We also explored Mash situated on the Elliots beach. We originally went there but backed out because none of the combos boasted of "plenty of chicken". Continental, breakfast-ish/ lunch-ish menu- sandwiches, pasta, steak, sizzler. Walked out shamelessly after promising the poor chef that we would surely come for a breakfast this weekend!
My grouch is why aren't the chef/ servers in such fancy places equipped well enough to explain the menu to us in terms of basic preparation, quantities of serving and recommendation based on what we are looking for!
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Where the floor was packed with formally dressed and color coordinated men and wives, occupying various tables and sticking to their own mini or large groups. There were rich men, not so rich men, belongers (wordish?), not so belongers (us?), smokers, Drink-ers, eaters (me?), trendy and hot women- and so comfortable with their selves- fully clothed, semi clothed, blouseless blouses, kanchukis that would make one, well, desperate to tug at, undoing the knot, desperately-trying-hard-to-fit-in women, all definitely fitting-in in the
Reached Late - check
Paused after entering the hall- check
Took a stance- feet placed in a complicated fashion in front of each other- check
Walked the cat walk (practiced on the borders of the tiles or straight yellow lines on 5-S following ofice)- Check
Randomly looked around- check
Randomly looked around again-check
Would have still looked around randomly if a hassled looking guy would not have seated me on a table.
I would never learn how to do the right make up- as long as I apply uneven eye liners I will never look as if I have made an effort.
I would never be able to wear the backless blouses or sphagetti straps or the evening gowns as long as I do not loose WEIGHT
These were the women whom I have never seen on the streets or in the malls or restaurant. Gosh, these women do shop right? They do eat out right? Or perhaps I am not looking in the right places Or perhaps I am not figuring them out even if I am looking at the right places?
Sheesh! Almost 10 years in Chennai and not a single person whom I recognized. Atleast we should have bumped into someone whom we would know already. Zilch!
What a shame.
In the name of interaction and networking, I did not move beyond the introductions- that included just the names.
So I looked around, hoping to spot someone I should know, either from the customers in the 2 jobs I have held, or someone from my gym, or maybe a blogger... I looked carefully at all the kids around just in case I spotted someone familiar, and then there would be this aha moment and I would recognize the child and the mother and we would discover we are blog friends and then the social do would be a breeze. Alas, these fantasies- they definitely serve one purpose- help in time pass.
Hubby took pity on me and invited me to share his table at the far end of the hall- which was like the prostitutes table- every one stopped to place their ashtrays, or drinks there. We smoked the passive smoke and the waiters ignored our table because
a) we were not in suits
b) we were just 3 at our table
So we focussed on the waiters for an hour willing them to look our way- strangely I was reminded of this post (just do control F and say waiter- you will reach the part I am referring to) which talks of the hierarchy among waiters. True I was just looking at the ones carrying chilly chicken. But even the cutlet-wallahs did not look our way.
Now imagine sitting at a party, with no drink, no starters, no aquaintances...
After the 1st hour spent thus I insisted that the husband ask for snacks to be served at our table. We made 3 attempts and failed. Now someone give me lessons on how to grab attention- Femina did try in the afore mentioned Sep 08 edition, look in the eye, level up, speak in a firm deep voice or something of that sort- well, nothing worked. It was simply not my day.
Sigh! it makes me wish I was pregnant so that
Or perhaps I should have just brought the kids along so that in the pretext of asking stuff for the kids I could have got plates and juices served at my table endlessly.
And now imagine after all this build up - walking out after 2 hours with just a handful of awful tasting mixture (minus peanuts) in your belly because the dinner was to start a tad too late for us working parents with kids to be sent to school next morning.
Ghar kaa khana zindabad- and no straying to a restaurant because self had promised hubby no outside food for a few days to make up for the money spent on prawns the previous day! - which by-the-way was yummylicious.
Now don't ask me the logic- this is how we save money!
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Mamma decided to teach him a lesson and lifted his cycle up and asked , "shall I throw your cycle away?"
Ojas had a look that meant puzzlement and defiance which changed to "I am not bothered"
Mamma equally or more puzzled lifted the cycle again and asked him- shall I throw your cycle?
A tiny whimpering sound came from somewhere. It was Tejas beginning to protest.
Now can you guess why?
Because Mamma had picked up Tejas' cycle instead of Ojas' and therefore Ojas was not concerned.
Tejas- to Mamma who is sleeping in between Ojas & Tejas and has turned towards Ojas - I want to sleep near Ojas - that said he proceeds to wriggle in between the no-man's -land between Ojas & Mamma
Ojas- is positively annoyed at this invasion
Mamma- Tejas, you want to sleep next to Ojas, Mamma also wants to sleep next to Ojas- proceeds to cross to the other side and sleep next to Ojas.
Tejas- crying- no, Mamma paas... and frets until Mamma comes and sleeps in the middle - flat on the back.
So all this was drama to get Mamma sleep flat on her back.
Mamma once kept the pudding slices in a particular tiffin box. She did that again this weekend and Tejas was spotted roaming around with that box
Mamma- why are you carrying that box?
Tejas- Pudding khaenge!
Whenever the baking dish is taken out of the crockery rack- the comment- Happy to you is thrown across generally announcing that cake would be baked today.
Monday, September 08, 2008
The trouble with having your blog is that while you are the first one to announce your news, you can hardly talk to your friends and relatives because anything you say will be met with "yaa, I already know that, I read it in your blog"
Another trouble with having a blog is that since people are up to date with all your news, they hardly call you up. Moreover, it is always a one-way communication with no news from the other side coming your way.
The trouble with known people reading your blog is that you cannot bull shit without getting caught or do a healthy debate on "sensitive subjects".
And the trouble with kids growing up and reading your blog is that they know for sure that you love them to bits inspite of their mischief that make you superficially tear your hair out, because you then promptly go to your keyboards and type out a awww-inspiring version of those very annoying stuff they do, on your precious blog!
Friday, September 05, 2008
As kids we never got bored with friends around. We were always at something depending on the season.
More often than not it was Hop scotch. Btw, is this game dead now? Nobody plays it anymore. And we had multiple versions of it, the circle, the 10 section one or a square with 9, 16 etc sections and there was also a single row one. And then we played them in the sand or the cement floor. And we played them in groups of 2 to many and if there was no one else with us, we played alone!
I wonder if I could skip like that anymore. As one finished 1 sequence, they were entitled ownership of a section and the rest were supposed to skip over that without resting their feet on that- Wonder if I can manage that now- something I could do expertly and with a lot of agility!
During the lunch breaks we used to have our fill of the game and if we were "lucky" some of the younger teachers would join us...They must have been in their 20s! Teachers at such young age and we were in complete awe of them!
And what about that engaging game of 5 stones or 4 stones & a marble? We were addicted to it- summer vacation was spent collecting the round-most stones for playing five stones (the flat ones were collected for playing hop scotch or kit kit as we used to call it). The stones were precious- stored safely when the game was not in season. Funny I don't see anyone playing that!
We had this game of taking a wool and making formations out of it - a game played in pairs only. Winter was the season for that - nicking a piece of good knitting wool from our moms and playing it at every available minute!
Why don't kids play these games now?
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Ojas- Tejas, aise nahin, walk slowly. (on the way to school)
Ojas- sings - achchi nani, pyari nani rusa rusi chod de, jaldi se ek "paper" denge (instead of paise de de)
And I finish- tu signature kar de instead of tu kanjoosi chhod de.
January, February.....December, clap clap clap
Sunday, Monday...Saturday, clap, clap, clap (who wouldn't clap for saturday anyway)
These Dora in the usual pink (and radical blue). If I didn't know better I would have thought they loved the huge, "scary" Dora mascot, the way they were swaying like "her" and discussing the dress colour.
They were supposed to wear the dresses in the colours of the flag for independence day eve.
I asked Ojas to recall the colours of each student's dress and he did it correctly and did not change his answers when I repeated the test for him
Calling a red Accent as "police car". We have white Accents used by Police here. Time to teach them to spot the correct names of cars rather than Mamma car, Dadda Car etc?
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
So I need to just commit on my blog on the 40 Things I simply have to do before I turn 40 and the wishes of my blog friends will ensure that I achieve them all, well most of them...
(This tag was doing the rounds in the form of 30 before 30 but since I had already crossed 30 by then, I didn't have to do it. And I was not really thinking in terms of the next decade. But then since I have ignored all what I wanted to achieve the last 2 years,
"pssst- scouted around for lots of such lists to get fantastic ideas..."
1. Lose excess kilos- I know it is not a SMART goal but then we don't want to announce our weight in public right!
2. Travel - atleast 1 country in each continent, Europe
3. Try my hand at entrepreneurship- culminating the ideas I have in mind like .....*****censored****
4. Write a book/ story/ publish something atleast and make money out of it
5. Drive something other than a small car, like, err, a bigger car
6. Become an ace interior decorator for my home and change it's look from its current state of
7. Teach/atleast do guest lectures
8. Take a sabbatical
9. Highlight/ Streak my hair
10. Take a holiday with my husband (yes, it is a rarity for me- only 1 so far and I am in the 5th year of my marriage) (sob)
11. Become an expert cook rather than a random, tentative, no frills cook- develop a fairly extensive repertoire of recipes and menu items (again goal not SMART enough because I really don't know how many I can do but I will know when I am fairly equipped to cross out this item from my list)
12. Experiment with different cuisines and continue to make them on a regular basis rather than one off kinds
13. Visit my birth place (Scotland)
14. Start celebrating festivals the way it has to be done setting a good example to the kids
15. Buy jewelry for myself (on a regular basis instead of just doing gold coins)
16. Start wearing sari on a regular basis to work
17. Go to theatre/ concert (never done it) (shame)
18. Learn Western dance
19. Re start music lessons (?)
20. Have our own house rather than a poky flat
21. Change my furniture
22. Institute 5-S in my home - already started the Seiri (Sort & Throw)
23. Go to atleast 1 or 2 non English speaking country after learning the (basic/ functional) language
24. Go in a helicopter
25. Learn to Control my Temper
26. Job related ******censored******
27. See the Himalayas
28. Go for a couple massage with Hubby off course
29. Send my parents abroad
30. See the Taj with Hubby & Kids
31. Travel in Palace on Wheels
32. Learn to bake 5 - 10 varieties of cakes
33. Learn 5 different chicken recipes and make them on a regular basis
34. Restart playing kalaeidoscope
35. Do combined puzzles with the kids (as soon as they are old enough- incl crossword, jumble, kalaiedoscope, jigsaw)
36. Start playing Monopoly & Scrabble with the kids also Carrom (though I am lousy at it)
37. Read more authors than the usual (already started)
38. Visit all the Indian States esp North East, and North- done with Bihar, UP, MP, Rajasthan, Maharashtra, Kerala, Karnataka, Tamil Nadu, Haryana, Gujarat, Orissa, West Bengal, Andhra, Goa...a loooong way to go but kya kare bad luck hi kharab hai
digression- I always though I would be taking annual dream holidays post marriage but that has never happened!
39. Get a makeover done and do it regularly- basically be an aunty "maal" - learn how to do a proper make up - get funky glasses, multiple ear rings, no made up look, hair style, eye shadows, eye liners, the works added to my just lipstick look.
40. Turn 40 in style
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
She - Try What? "genuinely perplexed"
Doc- ??? Relationship!
2. Her Mom "supposedly / sarcastically exalting the virtues of Mr A"- He used to sleep in his mother's room when his Dad died!
She- Then how did he and his wife have a daughter some 10-11 months after his father's death?
3. She (on phone from Singapore airport, tears streaming down her cheeks)- the flight was 4 hours late and it is past midnight here.
Husband- You are ok naa? Why are you crying?
She- I did not get window seat also.
Husband- So what? What is the real problem now?
She-I had planned to go shopping and that's why I took the early flight and now all that is messed up.
Monday, September 01, 2008
Let me save this sachet so that I can make my own dhokla batter.
A few days later...
She opened a packet of khaman dhokla mix.
"Well, I had to be the unlucky consumer"
Out came the reserve sachet so thoughtfully preserved.