Aunty ji, Aunty ji....

The little boy who sells roses at the mall parking is majorly confused about my age. Last time when I strolled by wearing jeans, he promised me that God would bless me with a handsome husband very soon if I bought his flowers. And he called me ' Didi '. A few days later, with my kiddo's in tow, he promised long life for my kids and proceeded to call me 'Aunty' ! Figure that out...

The wife of a distant cousin (who is 5years elder to me) has suddenly decided to call me didi because I have kids and she doesn't. Probably making others feel older makes one feel younger ? Its a mystery...

I plan not to colour my hair when I turn grey. I imagine I would soon graduate to "DADI JI" !  Sigh Sigh...Such is life.......

PeekaBoo !!!

After a day of feeding, bathing, tantrum handling, argument resolving, I was ready to take a break with well deserved afternoon nap.

I tucked both my sons in and threatened them with various kinds of monsters who would attack them in case they didn't sleep. I checked for shut eye and gently closed the door.

Settling in with a book I felt peace descent over me and my lids became heavy soon. Just before nodding off, I thought of checking in on the boys.

I tiptoed around to their room and almost shrieked as two pairs of eyes stared at mine just around the door.

My kiddos had chosen the exact same moment to sneak out of the room when I decided to sneak upon them.

The cherry on the cake was the little one saying "See, I told you Mumma is the Monster, there is no one else!"

A Sweet Tooth

Cats and many other carnivore species have lost their ability to taste sugar.Evolution has independently led to the loss of this taste in many different species like the sea lion, fur seal, Asian otter, spotted hyena etc. In these animals the 'taste receptor gene' is damaged.
The research proves that what animals like to eat is dependent to a significant degree on their basic taste receptor biology.
As I bite into my 'Dark fantasy choco filled cookie' and lick the molten chocolate center with relish, I thank God that MY taste receptor genes are intact.....

 

Chai

Everyday as i drive into the chilly mornings, I meet a group of men and women huddled around a few smoldering logs, at the corner of my street. They sip steaming tea from glasses which have never seen detergent.
Everyday i wish to get down and join them.
I tried to substitute with instant coffee in a plastic cup. No Match. 
I think I will stop by for my glass of tea tomorrow............ 

Deamy Giggles

‎5:15 Am in the morning I was grumbling away in the kitchen about how i was the only one working at this unholy hour while everyone was snuggling in their blankets.
Suddenly the silence of the house was broken by tinkling laughter. My, four year old was dreaming and laughing in his sleep.
His giggles brought an instant smile to my face and all my troubles dissolved.
I think God was awake and listening to my grumble , hence the cheer :) 

A lofty ambition

I was trying to impart 'value education ' to my kids. I told them "it is not necessary that u be famous or rich but u must do good for the society and become helpful and useful individuals"

I asked my lil one " Now tell me, what would u be when u grow up?" and looked at him with eyes full of expectations....

Prompt came the reply, " I will be a HEN when i grow up, so that i can lay eggs and everyone can eat omelettes ! "

I guess i was a success as far as the values are concerned. What say ? 

My little DeBono

You know how we keep talking about lateral thinking and the power of logical reasoning over rote learning ?
All theories were proven true today in the evening.

My younger one started reciting,
"Macchli jal ki rani hai.
Jeevan uska pani hai

My heart swelled with pride! (its a rare phenomenon you see)

he continued with : " haath lagoege toh jal jayegi, Baahar nikaloge toh....

He hesitated and thought for a while tapping his cheek as he did so.

Then with a flourish he finished, " Baahar nikaloge toh SOOKH jayegi "

The great power of lateral thinking :))) 

Honestly!

Today i saw a man leave a pizza hut outlet with more boxes than he could manage. As he was trying to juggle his packages, one of the smaller garlic bread boxes fell down.
I assumed the fellow would pick it up, but he carried on unaware of his loss.
A small rag-picker with a dirty face and grimy hands picked up the box. His eyes shone and i thought ' good luck for him today'!
But proving my thoughts wrong the lil boy ran after the man to return the box. I was impressed with his honesty.
The man turned, and on realising what had happened, patted the boy on the head and gave away the garlic bread to him. 

One small incident, and so many positive human values....the Gods were in a good mood :) 

Gender Bender :)

My breakfast table grammar class left me foxed today.
We were sailing with opposites, " i am tall you r short, i am fat you are thin etc. etc. "
I became ambitious and moved on to genders. I started with i am a girl and you are a ?
My four year old supplied " I am a SUPERHERO ! " 

The Sunset of life

I love watching sunsets. As I open my doors each evening to savour a few minutes of the setting sun, i enjoy watching the world pass by.

It is the time when many are out for their evening strolls. Young moms gang up and chatter away wheeling the prams, a little older moms jog by energetically, A few men run or walk alone and a few walk with their mobiles glued to their ears.
Young kids criss cross on bikes shouting at each other.

But what makes my heart turn, is the older couples who walk slowly, side by side and always in sync with each other. No cell phones or i pods to distract them, they revel in each others company. They may speak a few words or may just share silences but what i find incredibly romantic is the wrinkled hand on the wrinkled elbow gently guiding when a car or bike comes by.
Walking into the sunset.......... 

Fishing in the Manhole

What is expected out of a tired me at 2:30 pm (after a full day's hardwork, trudging along with four bags and three bottles) , when my four year old peers down a manhole and wants a stick and some string to do FISHING ?

No, I do not lose patience ( a miracle). I wipe swear of his grimy face and tell him the fish have gone out for lunch and we should try our luck in the evening. 

So anyone looking for me today in the evening may please note that, I am going fishing in the manhole with my son :) 

A New kind of Love

Continuing my quest to know my kids better, I tried to play Freud and decipher their dreams. By way of gently introducing the topic , I began querying about my elder one's dreams. What follows is a nightmare of a conversation.

Me : Rio, What do you usually dream of ?
Rio : I always dream of you, mumma.
(My heart jumped with joy and as usual my eyes watered with tears of happiness. )
Me: What do I do in your dreams Rio ?
Rio : Oh! You are either an alien or a monster and I am the superhero who kills you!

So much for the great mother- son love....... 

Forbidden Pleasure

Soft pitter patter of feet woke me up from my afternoon nap. Hushed whispers informed me of a plan to raid the fridge and search for chocolates. The elder one softly scolded the younger one as he created a racket. Excited whoops of joy confirmed that mission was successful. 
I contemplated getting up and giving a scolding, then thought better of it and turned my back towards them as they enjoyed their feast.
What I enjoyed was the amazing bonding taking place between the brothers.
I have brought two more bars of chocolates and stocked the fridge hoping to eavesdrop on them tomorrow again ......