The Family of Magicians

We are a family of magicians. What? You don't believe it? I have proof! Actually, it's just the men in the family that are magicians; us womenfolk are happy being the spectators. It all started when my husband was ten; and no, we were not married back then; that would be creepy. So he went to some mela (fair) and stumbled upon this book on magic tricks. I don't know what possessed him that he actually went ahead and bought it. That's when it all started. His intrigue with magic grew and when we got married, he found his biggest fan in me. I know for a fact and he admits it too, that any other woman would have started finding it irritating after a while but not me. Every time he comes into the kitchen and pulls my arm, dragging me away from my cooking or when he figures out a new trick and starts looking for me around the house; my heart fills with this unexplainable tenderness and love for him. I feel that there's a little boy inside him and the way he looks at me expectantly after performing his tricks, taking a childish delight in my awe-stricken face and my insistence to repeat the trick for me; well, it just makes my heart melt. And he's good, he really really is...

As if one magician was not enough, my ten year old also has this obsessive fascination with magic. He got it from his father, it's in his genes, he can't help it. At ten, he's already making money doing magic shows for the family. With time he's getting richer and we are getting poorer as we are the poor spectators who are being forced into buying tickets for the shows. Now he's insisting he wants to go to his grandma's to perform; which basically means that my poor mother and brother are going to be ripped off. Here are a few pics from yesterday's magic show and yes, lighting was poor but the magician just wouldn't let me put on the lights or open the blinds.

The lil magician with his card tricks..see how he makes a card rise magically ;)

Preparing to cut the string which he claims will stay intact even after that

The look on the magician's face when a trick goes wrong

The triumphant look after the coin disappears from the jar

Yes, this was there at the entrance and by poor I'm sure he meant himself

The menu card was hilarious..The free food had basically been stolen from my snack drawer and notice the last line that says 'not free'; you could order from mcdonald's and pay for it yourself and for the magician who wanted a happy meal...


Now where would you get entertainment like this?

He Truly Gets Me

What do you say to a man who can tell within a second that there is something troubling you; who while going somewhere, stops the car when he sees you standing in the balcony as you always do to see him off, but he knows something is clouding your mind. And when he texts you right after 'I want to see you smiling always because I love you'.. How do you respond when after you write 'my heart starts sinking each time you go', he writes 'here's a helium balloon to tie to your heart and it says I love you'..

How are you supposed to feel when he tells you that nobody and nothing means to him as much as you do..and when he says if he were to leave everything to be with you he would, and then he does..sigh..

When he knows that nothing gives you more pleasure than spending time with him and he wants the same..when he pops in the door and says 'hey let's play golf or Dance Central on kinect, I know you wanna' and winks; and you jump up because you both love kinect..when he says 'come I'll beat you in Soul Calibre' and you spend hours playing on the xbox; and even though you are sooo competitive, you don't mind losing to him in one of your favourite games..when you both read the same book together on ipad and stop midway to discuss and analyse it, and check its reviews and criticism online..how you love it when he spends so much time downloading books for you. When you both watch one movie after another snuggling to each other on the couch and you know these moments are yours, just yours..when he wants to play scrabble with you for hours... And when he wants to buy something for the house but doesn't, and says 'I know it would drive you and your symmetrical mind crazy'.. How are you supposed to control your wildly beating heart when he tells you that he would never be able to find this kind of compatibility and love with anyone else and that he would be lost without you..

And when he gets you your favourite flowers lilies and chrysanthemums even though he doesn't even know their names; but he knows what they look like :) When he travels and calls you several times to keep asking you 'shall I get you this, shall I get you that?' and then goes berserk buying things for you..and that time when he went crazy looking for a gold-dipped orchid for you from Risis in Singapore.. when he knows you're always willing to have mix chaat and so is he; when he tells you you're beautiful and he loves you and if you were to leave ever, he would never be able to love like this again..

What do you do when you don't want to believe all of this, yet you do because he's too proud a man to be saying all this to any woman unless he truly loves her, and you know that..

What CAN you do to this man except love him...

This One's For You Z...

If I start thinking of what to write about my baby brother, who does not like being called that btw, the first thing that pops in my head is 'tardy' and that's not going to go down well with him. My brother is a good man (isn't that what any sister is supposed to say, I mean I'm sure Ted Bundy's sister would also have said that); but we are not talking about his good qualities only. I challenged myself (like, two seconds ago, because I had nothing better to do and because I'm on some very strong medication which has been making my mind a whirlwind lately) to write stuff about him without actually thinking; which believe you me, is an extremely difficult task. See, I'm a planner and a list gal; I like everything, including my thoughts, to be organised; I have a master list, an immediate action list, a to-do list, a grocery list, a lovey-dovey things to say to my husband list, a places to go list, a books-to-read list, a books-I-have-already-read list, a nasty-things-to-say-to-people-I-don't-like list, a blog- idea list AND this post is NOT supposed to be about me remember? Why do people love to talk about themselves so much? It's annoying, seriously...

Ok, here goes...

Ten Facts About My Brother

• He's tardy (ask anyone).
• He finds it annoying that I'm obsessively punctual (not that I care what he thinks).
• He has a shoe fetish even more than me, if that is even possible (I mean seriously, what guy has eighty pairs of shoes AFTER downsizing).
• When he was living in London, nobody would believe he was a Pakistani; he looks Lebanese or Jordanian or something; some people even thought he was Spanish; people are crazy I tell ya.
• He has an elephant's memory.
• he has developed an insane amount of love for 'Party' biscuits.
• He and I both love Al Pacino and The Godfather Trilogy with a passion.
• He has a great aesthetic sense.
• He wakes up sometimes (only a few people would get this one).
• He loves me :)