Protected: Glitter n glue
Protected: In defense of NO
Before I was a mum…
I never
Learnt to connect with the entire baby tribe dismissing them as a noisy, demanding bunch of inconveniences.
Stared back indignantly at co passengers in the flight who seemed to think of kids as a noisy, demanding bunch of inconveniences.
Opened the door with a gada in one hand and a dupatta in the other when the bell rang.
Answered the door with my hair in multiple ponytails because my daughter was practicing ribbon tying.
Slept with a gada, a tiger and a doll on the bed.
Danced around the fire at Lohri.
Lay down on my stomach in the society parking lot to pull out a ball from under the car.
Habitually interrupted phone conversations to yell at the kids like a typical ‘smug married’.
Asked the pani puri wala for ‘just puris’ or the icecream man for ‘just cones’.
Walked with 19 kgs in one hand and 13 kgs in the other, on cranky days.
Rejoiced at a one hour window shopping opportunity ALONE…
… Then became deliriously happy when I reached home and was greeted with two very warm hugs.
Cried copiously while watching films like TZP.
On story telling
Doctors say one should start reading to the kids from the time they are born.. or even when they are still fetuses. By those standards we were late starters.Initially of course the days were a haze of formula mixing and nappy changing. The only story that appealed to me was that of Sleeping Beauty.. sleeping for a hundred years.. bliss, I thought.
Which one to tell?
Then there was the issue of which one to tell. What with fairy tales peppered with evil step mothers and sisters, the choice was limited. (Take Cinderella, Snow White or for my mythology crazy kids – the Ramayan). There were fathers who abandoned their children in the jungle (Hansel and Gretel), and scary endings galore. The Pied Piper who walked away with the kids gives even me goose bumps or Red Riding Hood who was eaten up by the wolf along with her grandma.. positively a no no.
So what’s a mama to do?
Well tired of trying to pick and choose I simply proceeded to sanitize the stories. First to go were all stepmothers replaced neatly by ‘naughty aunty/queen’. Kaikeyi was just a ‘naughty queen’ in Dashrath’s palace.
Then went the scary endings.. Pied Piper was given his money and made to bring back the children, a hunter heard Red Riding Hood and scared the wolf away (the grandma also runs away instead of being eaten up).
Lastly I did away with the death sequences… the evil queen in Snow White falls off the hill ‘never to be seen again’, The troll in the Three Billy Goats is ‘carried away by the river’, the giant in Jack and the Beanstalk simply ‘breaks his head’.
Yet there are questions..
From N: In Jack and the Beanstalk the giant falls so, “His mama must have been sad.. she was nice, she helped Jack and still Jack hurt her son.”
This one from H: “When Ravan died was Vibhishan sad?”
And another one from him: “Bad logon ko mar dena chahiye mama?”
The best bet…
… I found were our good old Panchatantra stories. Then there are the Pooh and Dora series which were just perfect.
The doctor says…
The counselor advised me to make up animal stories for the kids. So there are stories about…
A rabbit who used to push other animal kids (for H when he’s naughty in the playground)
A calf who laughed at someone who fell down (for both of them)
A lion cub who learnt to make new friends (for when we moved to Pune)
A teddy bear who is naughty at the doctor’s (to while away time at the clinic)
A pup who wouldn’t come home from play in time (to get them home after playtime)
A Jack story about a boy who is naughty at a birthday party (for when I have to send the kids alone to parties)
However what I’m most proud of is my Cocktail Story.. that’s for the time when Hrit and Naisha both want a story of their choice and there’s time for just one so I give them a cocktail and wonder of wonders — They love it.
We’re in print!
Despite H’s completely disobliging behaviour (Lights, Camera, Disaster) it seems the editors were magnanimous enough to include us in the article. So here we are in ‘Mother and Baby’ May 2010 issue. The picture says it all….
It’s a strange feeling to make the transition from an interviewer to an interviewee. I remember being annoyed when people would constantly call up and ask, ‘when is my piece appearing?’ Now I felt like doing the same (but restrained myself). Then I wondered whether she’d do a decent job of the piece, while I confess I wondered secretly if I could have done it better. Egoistical, I know.. However, I must mention that the journalist did give me the option of writing myself which I had to decline because I was in the middle of shifting. Another journalist friend suggested I ask for a draft and that reminded me how I didn’t quite like it when people asked me for a draft (I’m not a rookie, you know..I’d feel like telling them..I will do a good job). Besides, the real people of substance never asked for a draft.. only the nitpickers did.
And so I decided to trust her and here we are.. the three of us with S making an appearance in the copy. Not bad at all.