"La la la la la la" rang the absolutely monotonous alarm! Mathew Mcconnaughey had just come closer to tell me something when i saw him shirk away from me...and even as i began to wonder why...the sound got louder...and then i realised why he had been moving away from me...it was the deafening alarm!! where was my Mathew Mcconnaughey...instead i found bright greenish eyes near my face and a tongue almost on it...i got out of my bed with a start,in fact i almost fell out of it in a shock...it was my Cocker Spaniel scrutinizing me closely!!! The last thing that i wanted was a slurrrrppp from my pet!!
I had to now however get up,for the day had begun!! The activities of my day began with a soft gentle wakeup call to my son, which would gradually evolve into a strong one and later a bark and finally a muscling him out from the bed thing!! once he was out of the bed, i would proceed to my battleground..the kitchen is, normally in the morning, with me playing with fire and showing my wizardry at wielding the knife on the hapless onions and potatoes or flattening a couple of fluffy atta balls to make them rotis or pressure cook the rice,et al. besides all this i had to somewhere fit in the killing of germs in the otherwise pasteurised milk by setting the microwave on a HIGH and for some time till i realised that the milk had just overflowed out of the jug!! while i am at all of this my son comes in querying on what was to be his breakfast...and when i suggest whatever i had made, his face undergoes a change ...from one with enthusiastic expectation to one with a scowl written all over, but nevertheless accepts the menu for he has no choice! and once he has been pacified, in comes my husband with a similar query only that he persists on to the next - LUNCH!! Done with both the Men of the house, their appetite for queries quelled...i return to the bedroom now for the princess of the house, who lies amidst her semi-dressed and heavily dishevelled Barbies!!moving aside the Barbies and getting them to some decent state, i wake up my daughter with some sweet words in her ears and eventually after a couple of five minutes, she is given the same treatment as her brother!! off from the bed, she grumbles her way to the bath, and after a few moments one hears the shower and ascertained that she is now getting down to the reality of going to school, i move back to my son. finally, i get him to rush down to get on to the bus and he is off to school!!
Meanwhile the shower session over, the princess comes neatly wrapped in her pink Barbie towel.But then her face was unlike the angelic one, she had a long drawn, slightly oblong, teary eyed face now!! I was tired now. i had just about finished with one and was almost heaving a sigh of relief when the Part 2 had begun....phew! i began to dread what was now in store for me,when she stretched out her hand to me. relieved i took her hand in mine affectionately.But to my surprise, she snatched it away and pointed towards her long,unshapely nails!! Knowing what i had to do now, i reached into the drawer of my dressing table hoping to find the need of the hour- the Nail Cutter.Alas! as fate could have it, the Nail Cutter was not to be found. i upturned this drawer and all the other drawers in my house too...but could not find the missing nail cutter! i looked at my daughter helplessly and she stared at me blankly as though asking me what was to be done. So, as a remedy i offered my skills of cutting nails using the scissor! She gazed at me as though in shock and shook her head affirmatively in a negative. i tried to convince her of my adeptness at using the scissors and she glanced at my half cut nails(which had been lost while battling with a blunt knife!). Her glance said it all and while i was wondering what needed to be done then and how to convince my daughter to go to school and not being punished for the uncut nails....in floated my husband's voice querying as to why he had been kept in the dark about the missing nail cutter, for he had been frequently(the frequency that he was suggesting i doubted for he had hardly stepped out) visiting the market the earlier day and he would have got one.
He went on to suggest that things kept in our house never seemed to be found and were mysteriously moving from one place to another without our knowledge!! Enraged at this sarcasm, I caustically suggested that he hire a detective to trace and solve the mystery of the missing things!!
Amid all this confusion, my daughter realised that she was getting late to the school and again stretched out her hand to me!
This time I looked at her in surprise for in the other hand she held the SCISSORS!!
So mothers fear not whence you know to wield the SCISSORS and let there be no more stories of uncut nails because of the missing nail cutter!!!!
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