With the advent of numerous devices to stay constantly connected to the virtual world, it has drastically reduced the couple time between us. The other times when we could have spent quality time together invariably end up with discussions of the daughter – what she did, her latest tantrums, etc..etc.. It is not quite uncommon for us to exchange WhatsApp chats like “Has the dragon slept?” even when we are a room apart. Zack comes in home at 9:30 and Moo vehemently refuses to go to sleep unless she had her fair share of daddy time. By the time she falls asleep which is around 11, Zack goesΒ neck deep in his laptop in the melee of catching up with news, movies and when not doing all of these things – WhatsApp-ing. His office has such an internet policy which debars him from using social media and basically accessing all things which can be classified under time-pass.

Before we owned the laptop and internet at home, we used to do stuff together- like talk about what happened at work, who got hitched, good vacation spots, family get the drift. But that was the time before we had Moo. With her arrival, the equations have changed completely. There is a lot more me-time than us-time. From the time Moo wakes up, Zack looks after her till he leaves for work – making her eat breakfast, taking her for walks, putting her to sleep and playing with her. During that time, I finish the household work, cooking, cleaning and sit down for some time reading the newspapers. At night, when I am done with all the work and ready to make the little dragon go to sleep, he leaves us two to ourselves. I cherish this period which I spend with Moo. I (try to) tell her stories, play peekaboo, sing lullabies and finally when she is tired, she comes to me and sleeps on my lap. I am half asleep by the time all the lights are switched off. I was not this tired at the end of the day when Moo was still an infant. Once she started walking, there is not a place which has been undiscovered by her, which does not involve pulling things and throwing them all around, eating and putting all things in mouth except her food, squealing and running away from me when I find her holding something which is not her toy and I admit it tires me out completely at the end of the day. When I speak about the lack of spending time with Zack, he in his zen mode states – “You should rest when she rests.”

So what I think is if we had no smartphones, laptops, basically no internet, we would find at least some time for ourselves. Thank God for weekends, were we go out together for walks or I would have resorted to changing the internet password πŸ‘Ώ 😈


You sleep the same way as your papa does.

You twist and turn and then release a sigh on waking up the same way as your papa.

Your love for appalam is similar to your papa’s.

Your hair curls the same way as your papa’s.

You and your papa share the same tickle spots.

You hate being woken up and make a huge deal out of it, just like your papa.


Dear daughter of mine, growing up, please show some of my traits too, I contributed in making you too.

Some things are priceless

The very first email I had ever composed and sent to, was to my cousin living in US in 1998, using my father’s email ID, at his office. Thus started my first encounter with the Internet.

His being a government office, no one was willing to learn the ‘computer stuff’. He was buoyed by the idea though, and brought himself MS-Office guides and diligently learnt to use the tools all by himself. He had an innate sense of joy when he successfully sent across an email or typed a word document all by himself. ‘The computer’ would be my chorus when I was asked what would I like to do during weekends. Saturday was half day at school and I would impatiently wait for the bell to ring so that I rush home, have lunch and wait for him to pick me up. The lunch hour in offices would be an hour-long break and I would get 10 minutes to myself, of course with my father supervising his daughter using the department’s one and only computer. And I would open MS-Paint and draw a house, moon and mountains, fill them with colors and save it in my name.

Even to this day, his favorite task using the computer is to write and send emails. Money not credited to account? Email the bank manager. Electricity charges came unusually high this month? Email the zonal EB manager. Internet connection issues? Go to office and email the network people. Manufacturing defect of a newly purchased item?Email the head of the brand ( not joking). And the issues are always resolved, that is the beauty of it.

Even though communication has advanced by leaps and bounds in the last decade, he remains loyal to his first and foremost tryst with the internet. So when one fine day he could not login using his id and password, he panicked. He tried multiple times and unfortunately his account got locked. He made a call to his internet issues solver ( me! me!) and was boggled when I told his account might have got hacked. “Why would someone want to use my email ID”, he asked anxiously. “Don’t worry pa. We will solve it.” I wrote to the technical team stating that my father does not have any alternate account where they could send the recovery password or reset instructions. Within 2 days I got an email which had instructions to resolve the issue. He would proudly tell anyone who would listen( primary audience – mummy)Β  that his daughter solved such a complex matter all by herself.

I was genuinely bemused seeing his enthusiasm on getting his beloved email back. Elders are such kids I tell you πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

I then told him to change the password and make it one which is difficult to guess. “But what will I do if I forget it myself?”, he asked over phone. And then himself continued that he will access his personal email ID only at home and have the password written in a diary.

Out of curiosity, I asked him what his initial password had been.


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