Monthly Archives: September 2009

Shame Shame Aunty

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I heard pattu singing a tune few days back. It didn’t sound like any of the regular tunes that we are familiar with, so I asked her.
Pattu: That song that aunty on TV sings amma
Amma: Which one? Which aunty sings?
Pattu: That shame shame aunty who wears only a blouse and sings
Amma: *@#**!!@%

Inside Amma’s head:
OMG!
Is it ok for girls her age to say this? Notice this?
Ban completely? Or just play casually matter of fact and don’t make too much hoo haa about it….and quietly make sure she doesn’t get a chance to watch too much shame shame
What did she actually understand and mean by shame shame?
OMG OMG OMG!

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Golu Pics

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Here are the Golu pics

That’s the entire Golu
This is the park/ forest / hill temple

And that’s Pattu in all Navratri splendor and the two new additions to this year’s Golu

Evolution Chart – Fear

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Bedtime at 1.7 yrs:

After a lot of twisting and turning and talking and singing
Amma: Sleep… else the security will come blowing the whistle
Pattu would clasp amma tightly and try to sleep…she was so scared of whistle

Bedtime at 2 yrs

After a lot of jumping on the bed and spraying water in the bathroom (on the pretext of susu)
Amma: We have to switch off the lights now…security is coming…
Pattu: Security is my friend amma..he won’t hurt me

Bedtime at 2.5 yrs:

10 PM and we are still playing in the car park…Security comes blowing his whistle

Pattu (to security): Its dark and even the moon has come out… you should go and sleep…you should not walk on the street blowing the whistle…

Bedtime at 2.7 yrs:

Amma is dozing off… appa can’t manage anymore…
 Appa: I’m going to call the security if you don’t sleep NOW!
 Pattu: I’ll call Popeye and tell him to bash up the security… Popeye will have Spinach and beat him up…

Bedtime last week:

After a lot of struggle, pattu is almost dozing off when security’s whistle goes off
Pattu (all groggy): Tell that security not to blow taht whistle and make noise amma… he is disturbing my sleep…

Wonder what next!

My First Award

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Swapna has given me this award and it feels so good… I can relate to Pattu’s joy when she is given a ‘Gift’! Thanks Swapna!

The Award Rules

You can accept the award and post it on your blog together with the name of the person who gave it to you with his/her blog link.


The next thing to do is to pass the award to other blogs that you’ve newly discovered. Don’t forget to contact the bloggers to let them know they have been chosen for this award.

So, I give this to all these lively and interesting blogs that I’ve newly discovered (Well, I’m quite new myself and slowing discovering my way around 🙂 )

Swati
Aryan
Mama Mia
~nm

Ladies, please accept this and pass it around…. 

Navratri, Golu, Etc

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Been quite busy shopping for Navratri and Golu. I just love this shopping – picking up little gifts for everyone…the nine types of sundals for the nine days have been decided… and who will visit when etc has been decided.

Finally, Golu has also been assembled. I really enjoy this festival more than the others. I think this is one of the few festivals that gives you a chance to be creative, the rest are mostly focused on ‘food’ and ‘ritual’.

Though Golu was assembled on Friday, the hill temple and the park/ forest
/ farm… (well, it has some nice park benches, some wild animals and some farm animals..they all had to be accommodated within that space) got ready only today. Have soaked ragi seeds in advance so that they sprout on time to make the hill/ park green. So, am ‘happy tired’ today. Will post some pics of this soon…

Pattu somehow hasn’t caused damage to the Golus so far – she’s seen three already. This time she was up with me till 12.30 AM (No wonder actually – that’s usual time) and quite excited. She sat on the Golu padi like a golu bommai and then she sat along with some of the golu bommais. After putting up all the dolls, had to tell her not to disturb the ummachi’s since they would be sleeping – she asks, ‘why are they standing and sleeping’ …well, I wasn’t quite prepared for that and attempted a sad, ‘that’s their style’ kind of an explanation. It wasn’t convincing enough, obviously.

Vidyasagar, Aishy’s Puzzles

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Visited the Vidyasagar (Spastic Society of India, renamed) exhibition last Saturday.  Quite a pretty array I thought. Bright colourful stuff in papier mache – bowls, fridge magnets, jewelery boxes, wall hangings etc. Pretty table mats made of dried flowers and stuff, jute bags, folders and other such things. Picked up a few things. The place itself was quite warm and reminded me of the college fests where all of us enthu students put up stalls and had a roll!  I enjoyed just being there.

Two stalls that really caught my attention:
 
-Aishy’s Puzzles: An autistic girl who can solve complex jigsaw puzzles using just spacial concepts (without looking at the picture or reading the instructions) in a few hours/ days depending on the puzzle complexity. Her parents frame the puzzles that she has solved and they are put up for sale. I wanted to pick up one of those but the pieces that I wanted were unique ones and not for sale. However, her parents would let me know when the next set of puzzles are ready – I definitely want to pick up one.
-Another child who does such wonderful ‘reverse paintings’. I picked up a Ganesha. The boy was sleeping when I visited the stall.

The children from Vidyasagar have made most of the stuff there and they were also present in their respective stalls and actively selling and billing. In one of the stall, there was this boy who would pick up just about anything I touch and run to the counter to get it billed. We all had a hearty laugh and he laughed along…

This is one of the few really useful shopping trips that has left me feeling so good … Chennaites, please visit…I think it is still on...

To Cut or Not to Cut

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Pattu’s hair has grown – falling on her face, over her ears and annoying her a bit. She doesn’t like to wear a band, clip, or anything else to hold the hair in place. She’ll remove them within seconds. So, we were thinking of going for a hair cut. But she wouldn’t budge – she is terified of the scissors!  
Here’s a detailed account of the episodes…

Act I Scene I – Thursday last week:

Amma: Pattu, if you don’t want a hair cut, you should wear a band, otherwise hair will fall on your face
Pattu: No amma, I’ll have a headache if I wear a band
Amma: Then let’s cut your hair
Pattu: Nooooo
Amma: Then, what do you want to do?
Pattu: After some serious thought, ‘I’ll get mottai done like appa…’ after some more consideration, ‘Amma, you also get mottai done like appa…’

Act I Scene II – Fiday Last week

Amma: Hey, Pattu’s going for a haircut on Sunday! (Amma’s trick to make it sound like some treat that she’s been looking forward to!)
Pattu: No amma, scissors will be sharp… I’m a small girl, it’ll hurt
Amma: ( tasting a dose of her own medicine!) Then wear a band
Pattu: Nooo..

Act I Scene III – Saturday

A Firm Amma: Pattu – you have to decide – haircut or band!
Pattu: (Cornered): I’ll wear band (Lesser evil)
Amma: (wanting to confirm claims) ok, wear this now (and forces it on Pattu)
Pattu: (without choice accepts and tries to look happy)
Amma checks after 5 mins – band nowhere on pattu’s head.

Decision: Pattu will have a haircut

Act II Scene I – Sunday Morning

Amma: Hey, Pattu’s going for a haircut!
Pattu: Will it hurt amma
Amma: No kanna… we’ll have a nice aunty cut it for you this time
Pattu: She’ll have soft scissors
Amma: Yes
Pattu: Ok..(Worried but trying to accept)

Act II Scene II – Sunday Noon

Amma fixes appointment
Pattu: (realising there’s no way out) Where are we going
Amma: To the beauty parlour
Pattu: Aunty will cut?
Amma: Yes
Pattu: (turns to Paati and says) It won’t hurt Paati, aunty will have soft scissors..

Act II Scene III – At the Parlour

Aunty wasn’t free so, we had an uncle! Well, uncle was quite friendly and we liked the revolving chair. Started peacefully…somehere when the scissors got closer, panic attacked and amidst screams, we cajoled, threatened, begged and pleaded and bribed (with chocolate) to finally get it over. What started as a mushroom cut ended up looking like an army cut! Whatever…no more managing hair for next two months! I’m a bit disappointed – a mushroom cut would have looked nicer.

Act III Scene I: After the haircut – At the Parlour

After shaking the parlour with her screams, Pattu licks her chocolate peacefully and casually waves everyone a nice friendly goodbye…as though nothing happened. The whole parlour turned around to say bye to her…a bit relieved I suppose.

Act IV Scene I: At Bedtime

Almost dozing off after bedtime routine … suddenly

Pattu: Waaaaahhh….
Amma: (Confused) What happened!
Pattu: I want my hair ..waaahhh…I want my hair….
Amma: (even more confused) ok…. I’ll go to the parlour tomorrow and get it back…we’ll stick it back on your head…
Pattu: (mumbling)…ok…
 

When did the ‘Bonding with the Hair’ happen??!!


Pattu’s Gift for Amma

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Yesterday when I got back from office, I handed over a gift (a memento that Sk received for one of his lectures) to Pattu since she likes to open these gift wrapped boxes. She didn’t expect a gift in the middle of the week, and without a reason – that left her a bit overwhelmed. It must have been the Birthday hangover of ‘Return Gifts’, she comes back few minutes later holding a leftover Birthday balloon filled with water (and secured tightly) – ‘Amma, I also have a gift for you…see…’

By far the most creative gift that I’ve received so far.

I asked her why she gave me a gift and pat comes the reply, ‘You are a good girl na amma, that’s why.’
Amma: Why am I a good girl?
Pattu: Because you gave me a gift… (pauses, thinks) …because you do kakka, moocha (potty) in the toilet…and you don’t touch the sand while playing in the park… if you touch the sand, I’ll give you injection. If you are a good girl, I’ll give you a gift again tomorrow…ok?

Birds of Paradise

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There are times when you eagerly wait for something, you dream and prepare for its arrival and it eludes you for so long that you forget all about it, shut that piece of hope in an old iron trunk, lock it and throw the keys into the river. And bury the memory.

And out of the blue, it shows up. Making you go berserk. Knocking you out when you are least prepared. And then you realise that’s the best way it could have happened to you.

Birds of Paradise – beautifully alluring and a recent favourite, I was excited when I brought a plant home about 6 months back. I would look out of the window everyday hoping to see the blossoms and finally gave up after 2 whole months. And suddenly, two weeks back, it bloomed! And how!

I know this incident doesn’t really deserve this dramatic a preamble, but it triggered some memories in that direction….

PS: Guys, don’t snigger, I’m tagging this post under, ‘philosophy’ 😀

Overheard…

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Conversation between 8 yr old girls in the playground

8 yr old from 2 kids family: We wanted a dog, but mom said, ‘we already have two dogs in the house, I don’t want one more’ …giggles

8 yr old from 3 kids family: My mom says, ‘I feel like a zoo keeper’ …. giggles

8 yr old from 2 kids family: with just the two of us, my mom goes mad …with three of you, I don’t know how your mom manages

8 yr old from 3 kids family: Oh, we have a great strategy… we fight through the evening and night and then we are off to sleep and by the time we wake up, we’ve forgotten all about it…