The shortfalls of being tall

I love being tall- always have. But sometimes it is too much of a good thing.

Way back:
Queues in school were always height order wise- do tall people feel less hungry? Any less urgency to visit the loo?
Always assigned the boy's role in all skits in an all girls school
Never got to wear the Bata "Ballerina" school shoes post Class VIII because toes would not fit- managed with the ugly flat front
Not allowed on some rides in amusement parks because I looked tall for their cut off age ( Appu Ghar- I still hate you)
Invariably needed to prove my age on the train

Today:
I dream of finding a pair of shoes that fit me fine- a strappy smart one that does not have 4 inch heels! Actually even a pair of beautiful "ladies" sneakers will do.
I feel clumsy to have to add on at least 2-3 inches length/ height to every ready-made salwar and sometimes even saris
I fear getting bumped on my head without fail, when the door is rather low
I sink into the movie seat because the dude behind can barely see the screen through my head
Sometimes have shorter perverted men look inadvertently "you know where"

And yes, then and now, THE most boring of all, is to be asked " How is the weather up there"

This Christmas

Hope all of you had as good a Christmas as we did.
Our building had a show by the children - they staged the birth of Christ and ended with jingles sung with gusto if not in tune Will post the pics shortly of Anush as the audience.

We went to Annalakshmi for a South Indian special - not Preeti Bhojan but a buffet. That took away half the fun, though I still got to talk to interesting volunteer waiters- one of them a pediatrician. Anush was dressed in the Kochi dress- a tribute to Malayalee Christians. And as for Christmas bubbly- she attacked my " paanagam" which was pretty high on ginger, even for me. Speaking of buffets, I feel only teenage boys can do justice to them. Also I like the idea of service at a restaurant and that too one of this kind.

Anush was mesmerized by many Christmas trees- a gorgeous one at the Taj airport lounge, a massive one in Ascendas ( where we went for coffee), the one in Annalakshmi and at the church near home( rather lack lusture the last one was). Oh yes, she kept saying "hahaha" instead of "hohoho" to the Santa in the Airport Lounge.

Anush's thaatha had come over from Mumbai. So the most used word was- Thaatha. He had got her a CD called" Out of Africa" from his trip there and a cute khaki safari dress with a zebra soft toy on it- rather big for her at the moment. Will save it for Kabini maybe later next year.

If there is something she outgrows it is shoes- got her a pair of blue sandals yesterday, velcro types. Size 7. At age 16 months. She has big feet already, like her amma. Oh the shortfalls of being tall!

Lest I forget, got her a Christmas gift- a Mrs. Potato Head . She is delighted by it.