Category The L&M and the brats
It is not often that a childhood passion turns into a career option. For the younger one, it has been wheels and roads and Scout My Trip is a logical progression #aageseright!
An L&M post for Valentine’s Day, especially since neither of us give it even a thought? Gasp! My regular readers are sure to do a double take when they see the title and read the post, for this one is a little ‘hatke’. The man himself was mighty pleased and smiled smugly. After all, he has […]
They say that men are not useful around the house and that they can’t do housework. Well, they haven”t met the L&M, then!
Here is to the hero of our times, the man who effortlessly navigated through the confusing and confounding times when everything around us was changing. And not just that, he managed to keep us grounded too, giving us an identity when many were going through an identity crisis.
Over the years I have ceded my living room more times than C P and Berar has been ceded in the annals of Indian history!
I began realising that I knew nothing whatever of child rearing. I had been screwing up their lives, no less.
No wonder Shakespeare asked, ‘What’s in a name?’ He had not met the L&M you see!
The happiest was the younger brat, for not only had his elder brother got admission to his chosen college, but we were also a ‘full family’ after having been separated for the whole day!
A note of thanks to my friends and readers on the eve of the third blogaversary of the Cybernag.
Did you know that driving and parking the car are family activities in the L&M’s family?
The L&M saw how hassled I was and decided to pitch in with other things without being told — like cleaning the house. I made the tactical blunder of telling him not ask me where to put what and use his discretion while doing it.
I was nothing like the superwoman of the ads. I usually came home as if the cat had disgustedly dragged me in, before flopping like an imperfect jelly on the bed. If the family was lucky, they would get the previous week’s left-overs. By bedtime I would be sufficiently rejuvenated to scream and yell at the children to change into their bedclothes and brush their teeth, or else…