Curry flavoured shampoo ... Anyone ?

I love to gossip and without doubt Koffee with Karan happens to be one of my all time favourite show. With the fourth season on air, either by hook (dish TV) or crook (you tube) I manage to catch the show every week.

Now that’s the factual part of today post and for the intriguingly silly part, and it certainly has to something with my little one and KK4. Smera is at a stage where this chat show is just not interesting or in her words, is not funny! But she loves to watch the ads that come in between the chat show. That too should be a no-brainer as that is really the aim every marketers want to achieve.

No matter how far she is or how engrossed she is in her play, she would run and come to watch a particular ad that comes in between show. The ad I am referring to here is Forest Essentials also happens to be one of the main sponsors of the show. If you have not seen the ad as yet, then this would just be right time to see and continue reading.

For the first few times, Smera watched this video with great attention. It made wonder what is about this particular ad that Smera is so intrigued about. After watching the ad over and over the last few weeks, she asked me a question

Smera: Mamma what are they cooking in the forest?

Me: Hmm (with great effort), maybe they are making a shampoo

Smera: No, I think they are making a chicken curry in the tree!

Me: Yes that could be, looks like these tribal girls are making chicken curry!

Maybe they aimed at making this as an extremely exotic and natural product but to a three year old, it came across as some girls in the jungle making chicken curry in a tree.

Good or bad, it did leave an impression and here I am talking about it, a classic case of a imperfect recall value! 

Not quite black and white

During the course of one’s life, there are days when you would feel like running away. Running from situations, things and most likely from people. On many occasions I have felt like escaping into thin air and have wished for myself to become invisible to people. Just yesterday I was feeling like this and I almost ran away, looking down, hoping that nobody was seeing me.

Now this is not a usual feeling with me, but it does happen to me once a month. On such days I feel a bit of colour to could add magic to my lacklustre life and it calls for external intervention to help me cope with the grey matters.

I would like to blame it to my genes. The trouble started for me really early in life and to be honest, it would be an utter lie if I make it sound like, as if it’s just me having this big issue in my life. In fact everyone eventually reaches a stage in their life, when they would have to deal with such a situation just like I am currently in.

With time and a quite a bit of grey hair I have learned how to cope with this issue. The timeless and 100% natural Henna. It’s almost a ritual, a forced one at that, I have to colour my hair once a month. While the application is actually quite easy - I just have make my head available to the capable hands of parlour attendants. The real problem is the waiting game after the application - coming back home with a pile of cow-dung lookalike on my head.

Image courtesy: Lostinaspotlessmind.com

Once the hair is nicely packed in henna, it looks like I have undergone a brain surgery (which I am constantly encouraged to undertake by a number of people) or just returned from Mars visiting relatives. Camouflaging with a scarf makes things look even bad – the most adventurous part is getting from the cark park to the apartment   - I have overtime mastered the look-down-run-from-car-to-house routine and artfully dodging friends or neighbours.

Whoever said beauty comes from within clearly did not have grey hair issues ( and probably bald). For us women life is so tough, get out eyebrows done, get waxing, colour our hair and put on a beautiful smile. On days like this I really wish to be a man and sport the clean look just like my better half, at least would save me the embarrassment of getting caught sporting weird headgear. 

Silly Saturdays: Mr and Miss Zen and the yelling monster !

It’s been long since I wrote on of these and this time I have just the right one to brag Smera’s witticism.

While we were unpacking, the curious Smera would sneak up and find all those that she is specifically not suppose to touch. After numerous warnings from morning, I ultimately lost my cool and I started screaming. I know that’s not nice but I am human and humans make mistakes.

Unfortunately the hubby was home to bail out Smera.  In his composed voice he said, “Calm Down!” to me. That exasperated me even more and so I burst out on him for taking her side. Mr. Zen was in no mood to bow down to monstrous me and repeated once again in his even more tranquil voice, “Calm Down!”.

With that I decided to shut up completely refused to say another word.

To add the final touches little Smera says, “ Look Mamma daddy said, not once but two time calm down, calm down but you never listen. See now he has gone to office.”

I was left in such state of confusion whether to shout again or laugh out loud, eventually ended up with a poker straight face.

Moral of the story is – I can never win an argument with Smera, thanks to the dad on her side!