The chaniya choli

N’s chaniya choli fixation is growing by the day. She wants to wear it for ever party, every festival (Which she rhymes with astabal ‘fastabal’ says she), every event. According to her the ‘perfect’ dress should reach down to her toes, should go ‘round and round’ (in other words – should have a flare) and should have a dupatta – a chaniya choli fits the bill to the T.

At a birthday….
Once I allowed her to wear it for a birthday party and she drove me up the wall. No matter how I draped the dupatta it was just not right. Finally, she covered her head like an old-fashioned bride and asked me ‘mama aise jaa sakti hoon?’

Hanging on to my patience, ‘No,’ I told her, she couldn’t. We worked out a compromise and she went off to the party with the dupatta slung over her shoulder. When I went later to the party… there she was jiving away to the beats of Mauja hi Mauja with the dupatta on her head!

I know when I’ve lost a battle.

Then there was the Christmas party at school…
This time I was prepared. Predictably enough the CC controversy came up again. No way was I going to let her wear the same thing to school. She’d worn it for Diwali and Children’s Day already. Besides this was Christmas. So I got her a lovely (and very expensive) red and white dress – all frills and lace. She seemed thrilled with it. She even went far enough to proclaim in her typically dramatic manner ‘Itni sunder frock maine life mein nahin dekhi’. And then after a few days she says ‘Mama that frock is nice but next time, get me a chaniya choli’. Back to square one.

PS: Tonight we have Lohri celebrations in the society and since it’s a ‘fastabal’ I’m ready with her CC.

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.

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.