Tulika, Author at Obsessivemom

18/06/200815/04/2017

Off to school!

Day 1 June 16, 2008
Mama dressed us up in cool clothes one day and we were terribly excited because we thought it was ghummi time. We climbed into an auto and went to this fun looking place. It had a huge room full of toys, swings, slides and see saws. There was even a toyhouse outside the room with lots of windows to look through. We were having a great time. And then mama told us she was leaving us for some. That scared Naisha more than me because she wasn’t feeling very well and she started crying. I was quite okay till a didi started taking me inside the room. You won’t believe what it was like inside. It was full of children and they were ALL crying. Now I’m a brave boy but that was a bit too much even for me. I tried to bite the teacher and run out to mama but she just wouldn’t let me go. Naisha was so tired that she went off to sleep on a swing and I just sat with her and cried. Finally the doors opened and the teachers took out one baby at a time to their mamas. We were still inside when mama came in and gave us a big hug. She said she’d been waiting out all the while and that we had been inside for just half an hour… it seemed like a lifetime.

Day 2
We had no idea that mama could be so hard hearted. After yesterday’s traumatic session we can’t believe she’s actually taking us back to school. Normally if we cry hard enough she lets us be but this time she just doesn’t seem to be worried about us. So back we went crying inside our class… again we took up our favourite swing and cried through the half hour. Naisha was quieter but I cried throughout.

Day 3
I can’t believe this… it seems like we’ll have to come here everyday… everyday… can you beat that!! And mama just leaves us and goes away. Naisha cries all the time she’s with mama and stops crying once she’s inside, while I’m okay as long as I’m holding mama’s hand but the minute she leaves me and goes I start crying. As soon as she’s back I’m okay again. When we were coming back I even gave the teacher a kiss and a smile. Naisha didn’t even want to look at the teacher. She just kept saying ‘bahar chalo’ and wouldn’t even let mama talk to teacher. I hope mama gives up this stubborn thought of sending us to school soon.

16/06/200815/04/2017

First Day at School

Today is our first day at school and mama’s really nervous. Wonder what’s the big deal! We’ve got lots to tell because we just got back from Lucknow a week back but not today. We’ll keep it for another time. Hope we’re able to write in a first-day-at-school report later today.

19/02/200815/04/2017

Favourite things – Hrit

Here are a few of my favourite things:
Kicking the ball
Aeroplanes in the sky
The shining moon
The Deewangi song from Om Shanti Om
Cuddling up with mama
Running after cats, dogs and pigeons

16/02/200815/04/2017

Nani’s heritage – Hrit

These days I’m into heavy cleaning. A bit of spillage and I go running for the mop. The problem is that I haven’t been able to figure out which piece of cloth is the mop… so I get whatever I can lay my hands on … floor mats, rugs, dusters… anything. Mama says I’ve inherited this cleanliness mania from nani. Anyway someone has to do the dirty job.

12/02/200815/04/2017

Roti khao khush ho jao! – Naisha

Today is quite a landmark day for me because I had my first real grown up lunch… roti dal the proper way, like how mama eats – bite by bite. Since the day mama had seen our molars she’d been after our lives to start eating dal and roti. Now if you have been eating things like rice and daliya or even roti soaked in dal or milk for over a year the whole concpet seems a waste of time. I mean why should one chew and chew when one can swallow? Anyway one thing life had taught me is that grown ups have a rather wierd way of thinking and often prefer to do things the complicated way. So I kind of accepted the fact that I will have to sooner or later start chewing. Today at Aditi aunty’s house I was so ravenously hungry that the smell of roti dripping with ghee just got to me. And when Yash and Laddoo sat down to eat I kind of piled on. But Aditi Aunty didn’t mind at all. In fact she was celebrating with mama. And then to add to the celebration I had a gulab jamun as well… that had mama swooning with happiness. The only catch was that Hrit Bhai barely ate anything … but then too much happiness might not be good for mama’s heart. What say?