Wait, will you?

'Wait'. We have heard this and uttered this many times, haven't we? And usually always, it is not very amusing.  This one was ...

I was trying to wake my son in the morning for school. He was too sleep heavy and refused to get out of bed with a 'Wait, Ma'. 

I said, 'Time and tide waits for none'.

He quipped, 'Chill Ma, I am none' !

Hanigavana - Nudi

Padagala saalu 

Illade kaalu

Aagade haaralu

Kelade koralu

Hidiyade beralu 

Aagide nanna neralu.

A Passing Thought

Courage is not about avoiding fear or the cause of it. Courage is neither inherent nor innate. When one knows what one fears is inescapable and cannot be transferred, it can instinctively thrust bravery from within.

Apparently Unapparent

There is a connect in spheres that are totally disconnected. Something concrete in the apparent abstract , like something real in a dream. A sentient recognition of something invisible, like the covert shadow of death right beside life. An inexpressible sensitivity that envelops  beyond reason.

A Thought

We are imprisoned, dictated and ruled by our thoughts. We are a representation of our thoughts. Our life morrors our thoughts. We listen to our thoughts and conduct our life in accordance. Sometimes we mistake our thoughts to be reality. Hazardously some of us get used to being victims of our own 

thoughts,and may even like being a victim without realising  it! 

Confidence is a thought. Happiness is a thought.  Let us stop being the architects of our own prisons and think positive!

Will we ever learn?

We take everything for granted.  The water we drink,  food we eat, the roof that shelters,  the clothes we wear,  the lifestyle that we think we are accustomed to,  beings and non-beings that we assume we own,  things that we share and do not share, the air we breathe, the sky above our heads and the land beneath our feet.

When will we ever learn?

We fight over frivolous nonissues, worry over nondescript  happenings or not happenings,  believe and try to control and plan everything to go in favour,  nurture a hedonistical egoistic self.

When will we ever learn?

There is an open lesson to learn from the souls who have faced a disaster and have lost everything they possessed excepting for humanitarian sensitivity,  a strong resolve to start all over again and  the courage to accept the reality gracefully.

But, will we ever learn?

When will we ever learn?

Butter from batter!

It was Saturday night and i was making dosas for appa's palahaara. From chotu vedanth came a commanding request " Perima nangu dose kodi"  and a list of all the shapes he desired. I made mickey mouse dosa , club house dosa, dinosaur dosa, truck dosa (  the front tyre of which went flat, nevertheless  accepted). He was seated on a high stool about 2 feet away and his eyes observed the happening on the tava  relentlessly. Finally i was drawing a butterfly with the batter when a "yuck" of disapproval stopped me. "Nange butterfly ishta illa !"  I quickly  changed it to a pointless star. When i set the dosa on his plate,  a butter reward was delivered with a smile and a twinkle - " e star nimge kodbeku". Butter from batter! 

Actuate ?

If you thought praising another child's effort would kindle a desire in your child to put in more effort, read the following conversation which quite took a tangent.

Ananya sits next to Samvit and her book landed into his bag one day. Looking at her neat handwriting and hoping for the obvious I said " Ananya's writing is very neat, take a look."

"Yes, it is very neat."

"You should see Sri Krishna's writing, it is neater.  And do you know, Achuta's writing is better than our teacher's.  Even Shreyas writes very neatly.  You should also see ....."

Living by example or living example??

Well, a piece of conversation that would help you come to a conclusion... hopefully..

"Pranav is so fat, but still he could not lift it Amma."
"Being fat does not mean one is healthy or strong..."
A couple of minutes is all it takes ...
"Correct, see, you are fat and that is why you cannot run fast ...."

Copy Colour Attribute

Another example of the boundless imagination of a child.

"Amma, tell me the colours I need to mix to get white colour".

"You cannot get white by mixing colours. You just have to use the white crayon."

"Oh"

"Acutally,  white light has all the colours mixed together in it.  When white light is split you can see all the 7 colours."

" Oh i know ,  that's how the rainbow is formed"

"Yes!"

"Oh Amma, now i get it.  Now i know why the clouds are white.  The rainbow colours are all mixing and giving the colour to the clouds!!"

The Saviour's Dilemma

The impeccability of a child's thought never ceases to amaze us.  I  read out an article from the newspaper to my son, which was an account of the heroic act of a 11year old boy who saved an 8 year old from drowning.  My six year old sat in pensive silence for a while and then observed,  " We should help someone who is drowning."  I said, " Yes, we should."   The culmination of this musings poured out. " If we know how to swim, it is ok.  Or else, we should first pray to God to save us and the drowning person, and then jump into the water ...."

Nitty Gritty

Having taken to playing Squash  recently, my husband got himself a new pair of sport shorts and half a dozen pairs of socks from Decathlon recently.   On inspecting the contents of the  shopping bag my daughter chuckled and her comment was as usual sharp. 

" Appa has more socks than the whole Indian Squash team put together !!"

Script Scrape

"Amma, our kannada ma'am taught us two new letters today"
"And they are?"
A couple of seconds of thinking and then ...
"The one that looks like a bum and the next one that looks like something coming out of it"
"!!!!"

The above conversation took place when we were waiting at the Tirumalai Eye Clinic for the eye checkup.  The smiles and laughs from the rest of the crowd waiting for their turn suggested that they figured  something out,  ... well .. irrespective of whether they were familiar with the kannada script or not.

Note the note

Morning, when i have to pack my daughters lunch box, it invariably turns out that her lunch boxes are still safe inside her school bag, unwashed. I would forget to ask her the previous night and she would never remember to give them for cleaning. Just telling her to give the boxes for cleaning the previous night did not change the situation. I had to then tell her that if she did not give the boxes for cleaning the previous night, she would have to wash the them herself and keep them ready for me to pack in the morning. This worked for two days. The boxes were given for cleaning the previous night. On the third day, when i had to pack the boxes, i realised that the boxes had not been given to me for cleaning the previous night. I checked her bag, then the sink, they were not there. I almost concluded that she must have left them in school, when i saw them piled up in a corner of the kitchen counter, with a note next to the unwashed boxes ...

Opposing opposite

My little one is being taught opposite words in kindergarten. I asked him to tell me a couple of them. He started to recall from memory .. ' hot - cold ' , ' far - near ' , 'up - down' ... it went on ... until he could recollect no more. His eyes wandered around until they came to rest on his dad ...' hair - no hair' ....

Time to Act!

Waking my little one up in the morning on school days is quite a task. In order to get him to open his eyes, i sat on the bed with the days newspaper which featured an article about poachers having entered the forests of karnataka and the tigers being at peril. As anticipated, the eyes opened instantly and he sprang up and listened to the article as i read.
Precious innocence commented with sleepy eyes " I wish the tigers knew Kung Fu". And then, "Amma, let us go to that forest and save them". I tried to educate him that there existed a 'Forest Department' which takes care of the task and also added that he could perhaps join the department when he is big enough and take care of them. There, error committed. The agitated reply was, "By the time i am big, they would have finished killing all the tigers in the forest!!"

Cornered!

Being a teacher at the Kindergarten should qualify as one of those difficult (yet rewarding ofcourse!) professions. My five year old told me that he and his best friend do not sit adjacent to each other anymore, and that he was moved to the far corner of the row in which they sat. Wondering if he was aware of why she had done this i asked, 'Why?'. He answered, 'So that we both can talk from this corner to that!'!!!

A tooth for tooth a tusk for tusk

My just-turned-five-year-old has his first milk tooth shaking and i always catch him fingering the tooth. Just to keep him from touching the tooth i said, 'If you keep touching the shaking tooth, the new one will come out like a tusk!'. The long pensive look that he was giving himself in the bathroom mirror was clear indication of running imagination. Would he let it pass? After a couple of seconds he said, "Amma, if i keep touching my nose, it would grow very long. If i keep touching my ears, they would grow wide. .. And i would be an African Elephant!!

Toon & Teen

Our recent visit to HomeCenter at 'Lifestyle' brought out an interesting incident. As we were browsing through the ' Interiors' section, the soon-to-be-five year old was taking a close look at a lamp shade with cartoons on it, and declared, 'I like this!'. His teenage sister who has to share the room with him when we move to our flat said , 'It is time you show some maturity and stop looking at such baby stuff. Look at something more elegant that makes the room look better. Grow up now so that we can get on with life ....'
The sternness of her innuendo drove the message of disapproval so strongly that he quietly moved away from the object that had all his attention.

Dad & Daughter

My girl who has entered teens loves the malls like all the other kids her age do. Well aware of this, her dad annouced that we were all to go to one of her favourite mall and she would have to stay back home to finish her homework. "In your dreams" came the reply from her. I asked him , " Does she come in your dreams?". Without hesitation and before he could reply came her answer, "If i did, it would be his nightmare". !!!