To be a boy’s mum

You need a strong heart and a large one too, to be a boy’s mum:

  • Strong enough to let him get hurt in one of his boy games which are naturally more violent than any girly games could ever be…. and, unfortunately the only ones he enjoys.
  • Strong enough to watch him cycling precariously fast on his bike.. going up and down speed breakers like they didn’t exist.
  • Strong enough to watch him wait for the car to come dangerously close before he dodges his bike smartly out of the way.
  • Strong enough to watch him balance at the edge of the sofa and execute a neat dive just as you reach out to help him.
  • And a heart large enough to let him play with the boy who hurt him yesterday because he’s your son’s ‘best friend’.
  • Large enough to handle the guilt, his and yours, when he hurts another kid and to punish him, even while you love him, because he needs to learn a lesson.
  • Large enough to forgive the boys who hurt your kid because you know they didn’t mean it either.
A heart that needs to be told over and over and over again that 
BOYS WILL BE BOYS

An apple a day

Finally Hrit and Naisha are developing the hang of fruits – Apples, Anar, even Papaya… and more than Hrit it’s Naisha who’s ASKING for them. Wonders never cease.

Where are they picking this up from?

Sometime back when Madhavi yelled at Hrit he promptly told her.. ‘Aap kyon mere pe shout kar rahe ho, aap kya meri mama ho?‘ He DARE not speak like that to me. Strange how kids know their limits and the authority one has on them.

Although I’ve sworn off whacking the kids, Naisha got it from me yesterday. First she went into a tantrum because she wanted to take a sweet when she went down to play and eat it while the other kids watched. What cheap thrills my daughter enjoys. When I forbade it and was trying to explain why it’s wrong she plugged her ears… That kind of blew my fuse and I gave her one on her hands. She bawled but got the message. And here’s more from Vineesh.. Nisha says when she scolds him he starts singing rhymes. God save us when the kids grow up.

A grown up girl and an affectionate boy

It’s been quite a trial putting up with embarrassing questions asked brazenly by Hrit and Naisha with total disregard of who is present. However Naisha’s finally growing up. Today on the way to school, a friend of hers was walking down with his dad while Hrit and Naisha were with me. Naisha asked me sotto voce, “Mujhe bhi apne papa ke saath school jana hai.” Two things struck me one, Sunil needs to spend more time with the kids and two, Naisha’s learning to be discreet.

Okay and here’s a tale about my other one.. Hrit… We were in a lift full of people (carpenters and construction people among other mothers and their kids) on our way back from school. Suddenly in a fit of affection Hrit says LOUDLY, “Mama I want to kiss your stomach,” totally completely out of the blue. And there I was struggling with him to keep my shirt in place because obviously Hrit followed his words with immediate action.

Whoever said twins were alike?

To be or not to be a Lakhnawi

It’s a norm to start every piece on Lucknow’s tehzeeb with the famous ‘Pehele Aap’ story of the nawabs who missed their train. I’ll spare you that one because I have one of my own. The other day my three year old, in a very philosophical mood said, “Mama agar Seeta ji ‘nice’ thi toh usne Ravan ko kyon kaha ‘chhod de mujhe’ ‘chhod dijiye’ kehna tha.”

I started to explain to her that when you’re really really angry you can give language a small tiny break. After all their have been times when I’ve used the ‘f’ word.. under my breath of course… or the ‘b’ word more than once when a malicious youngster has driven my Activa almost off the road.

However, I remember another story about a Lakhnawi professor who even under duress kept his special andaaz intact… here goes:
Two professors were having an argument which grew progressively more heated. Finally anger got the better of one of them. He stood up red faced, and shaking his fist at the other one blurted out, “kya bak rahe hain aap!” The other one, however, replied with an unruffled, “bak toh aap rahe hain janab, main toh farma raha hoon.
Cool isn’t it?

Since the day my kids have been able to talk I’ve been trying to instill this little bit of Lucknow in them even while living in Mumbai.. no I have absolutely NOTHING against Mumbai, Marathi or Mumbaikars, it’s just that the ‘tu’ doesn’t gel with me. It never did, not when I was in Delhi and not now when I’ve moved to Mumbai and the ‘tu’ has followed.

I must admit, though, 16 years out of Lucknow, I too occasionally succumb to its comfortable informality, not in anger but in affection. Yet hearing the kids use it makes me terribly uncomfortable. Besides, I wouldn’t dream of using it with my parents.

But why just corner the ‘tu’, there are many more irritants. The ‘fan chalu kar’ makes me cringe and my little one is quick to point out ‘chalu toh naughty hota hai.. on kariye bolna chahiye’. Good going kiddo! Then there’s the ‘Khana fridge mein pada hai’… ‘Khana rakha jata hai’ for Godsake!

And there’s the ‘barabar hai’ for ‘theek hai’. I could never stop myself from retorting ‘kiske barabar?’ and have sometimes left the recipient of my wisecrack quite clueless. Oh and I’ve had my share of ribbing too when I’d say ‘hum aa gaye’ and I get a ‘tum aur koun?’ from my Maharashtrian friends.

For now the kids have picked up well enough. However with influence from school I do overhear the odd ‘dekh bhai’ and I cannot stop myself from protesting even though I realise it’s a losing battle. Heck no.. it isn’t. I’m not giving up completely, not so easily.
I’ll settle for a compromise.. Kids if you can stick with the ‘aap’ and the ‘lijiye dijiye’ with me and the elders, I’ll leave you in peace with your ‘tu’ and even maybe your ‘majha tujha’. There now, you can’t accuse me of being too severe.