It’s The Book Of My Days, It’s The Book Of My Life

Watched ‘Koffee With Karan’ yesterday. I watch the show regularly, and I must say last week’s guest, Rekha Sawant, a relative new-comer to the show-biz world, from what I understand, was more entertaining than any of the other so-called celebrities he usually interviews.

Anyway, on a different note, my little darling has gone off on a two-day trip to some beach south of Goa. No doubt she’ll have a great time there with her cousins. And how she loves the water! In the shower, she doesn’t like the water getting into her face, but she has no problems getting doused by the waves. Talk about a beach bum!

Have you ever been locked up in a room by a two year old? Well, I have. About a month ago. By my own daughter. I had gone into the bedroom and shut the door in order to reach for my clothes hanging behind. The little imp came along and I guess she couldn’t resist the temptation. She’s seen us bolt doors so she must’ve thought, “Now’s a good time as any… Daddy’s not here, Mummy’s on the other side of the door so she can’t do anything to me…. ‘Less’ do it!”

Initially, I wasn’t too alarmed. I figured she’d be able to un-bolt the door on her own. But unfortunately, she didn’t have the strength for that. She panicked and started crying. I ran out to the verandah and called out to the neighbors but they couldn’t hear me. I felt like crying too — out of frustration because I needed to get to my Italian meeting. I even managed to get her to bring her plastic stool, put it down near the door, stand on it and try to undo the latch, but it didn’t help. So there I was, alternating between standing in the verandah shouting out for help and trying to calm Thaïs down and get her to open the door. My frustration soon gave way to anger. I started pounding on the door — partly because I was so mad and partly because I was hoping the latch would somehow loosen and she’d be able to undo it. No luck. All that banging on the door only frightened her further.

Finally, after about 10 minutes of shouting our immediate neighbor heard me and came out to see what all the noise was about. Fortunately Mario was at the guest house. I explained the situation to the neighbor and asked her to go call Mario. By the time he opened the front door, Thaïs was sobbing hysterically and kept apologizing over and over again.

I don’t think she’s going to fiddle around with any of the bolts any time soon.

It’s been a month since I last posted. At first I was busy… then, I just got lazy. But now I’m back (with a vengeance!) and hoping to post more regularly.

Thaïs has been busy spending time with her grandparents, shamelessly refusing to come back home. Looks like we’re going to have to bribe the little rascal with the latest ‘Bean’ movie. More on that later.

Actually, more on everything later. I’m posting after about a month, so I don’t want to overdo it!

Till then!!