Should I put Hrit in a karate class???? Have been trying to figure that one out. Some say he’ll become more aggressive… some say it’ll teach him control and get rid of excess aggressiveness. Can’t decide… HELP someone!
Back to the theatre
Yessss yesss yesss.. I’m back… Watched Three Idiots with the kids, a first for them… feel so good. The last film I watched in the theatre was Kabhi Alvida in 2006… I’d left the kids with mum and had felt quite bad for deserting her. What freedom…
Hrit and Naisha were pretty well behaved… ate plenty of chocolates.. didn’t much care for the popcorn but finished a bottle of Frooti.
They didn’t get most of the film. Hrit needed to know whether the uncles/aunties were nice or naughty, for every, yes every character that appeared on screen. That was pretty exhausting, considering there are many who are neither or both. Welcome to the world of ‘grey’ Hrit.
Naisha stepped on the aisle and danced to Zoobi Doobi to my acute embarrassment and then went off to sleep. Life was peaceful after that.
Feels great.
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.
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.
The takeover
Finally, I decided to take over the blog, at least occasionally. Frankly, the twins are just too grown up now for me to ghost write for them. Plus there are things (when they get all naughty and unmanageable) which they would never write on their own, so I need to fill in the gaps.
Am dying for them to start writing on their own.
What brought home the fact that they were all grown up is that I’ve started school hunting! And I can’t believe it. I mean, I still haven’t got over my time at Ruby Hall… big stomach and all!! But the fact is that they’re well in their first year and for them to start playschool by the time they’re two, the proceedings start now.
On the progress front – they’ve discovered swings! N simply loves the sea-saw while H’s favourite is the slide. He loves crawling up the slide and then sliding down on his stomach.
Namaste! – H
Hey I can do ‘namaste’ and can also shake hands. Here’s another good one – The other day Papa asked N ‘mama pittu kaise karti hai?’ and she promptly whacked herself on the cheek. That has sent mama into such deep guilt that she’s been spending days trying to teach N – ‘mama N ko kitna pyar karti hai’? and then N should open her hands wide and say ‘itna’. But the ususally sharp N is being unusually obtuse and is just refusing to learn to do it. Personally I think she’s just trying to bug mama.