Category The L&M and the brats

.. and it was not Valentine’s Day

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 […]

Handyman or man handy?

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! 

The Brat’s tribute to the L&M

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.

The War Of The Living Room

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!

Why (not) to be a perfect mother

I began realising that I knew nothing whatever of child rearing. I had been screwing up their lives, no less.

What’s in a name?

No wonder Shakespeare asked, ‘What’s in a name?’ He had not met the L&M you see!

‘Full Family’

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!

Thank you!

A note of thanks to my friends and readers on the eve of the third blogaversary of the Cybernag.

Eat, sleep, watch (TV) and fight!

What do couples do when their kids have grown up and flown the coop? Is it all dull and listless living for them? Find out how the L&M and the Long Suffering Lady spend their time.

Driving (us) Crazy

Did you know that driving and parking the car are family activities in the L&M’s family?

When the ‘handyman’ came to my help

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.

Ad(verse) Images

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…

When the cat is away

The house was spick and span – the beds all made up, the table free of clutter, the kitchen sparkling… The house had never been this clean even when I was around. I was pretty impressed. It all seemed too good to be true.