Mama – Hrit and Naisha

Mothers can be really embarrassing. Now we don’t want to hurt her feelings and all that but we just have to say that she gets a bit over excited about everything we do. We are over a year old now and one would think she would have gotten used to the idea of us growing up and learning and doing new things every day. But no, she just hasn’t got the hang of it yet. She’s perpetually surprised, shocked and thrilled by the things we do. And she’s always running either to the phone or the camera all day. She’s continuously clicking away and yet she’s always ruing the fact that she missed this and she missed that. She still regrets that she has no video of Hrit bhai’s ‘slithering’ days. A new expression, a smile, a frown, a yawn even a blink… she wants to capture it all.
And then, she’s perpetually calling up nani, dadi, bua, masi or who ever else she can think of. Neighbours (poor things) and guests are not spared either. The other day, at the vegetable shop, she launched off on our escapades to a total stranger… all the poor thing had done was stop and exclaim ‘how cute’ to the two of us. Actually one can’t totally blame her…the moment people hear we’re twins they start confirming all their theories… Do they cry together? Do they have similar habits? And on and on…Now when she’s invited to dwell on her favourite topic, who can blame for overdoing it?

It’s all footwork – Hrit

I shoudln’t be bragging but I can do some cool footwork as in I can really kick the ball well. Mama says it’s like I had formal training… the way I step back a few paces before I deliver my mighty kick… quite like a professional footballer. Even strangers comment on how powerful my kick is. And yes… I just might turn out to be a leftie… I like to use my left foot and shake hands with my left hand. Mama keeps trying to make me put out my right hand saying ‘it’s bad manners to give your left hand’, but I see no difference. Abhishek Bachchan’s leftie too, isn’t he?

My big fight – N

I must tell you about this chaat stall that mama goes to. She likes to go there for pani puri but for Bhai and me it’s exciting because there’s this very fascinating toy shop next to it and right beside that is an even more interesting shoe store. For mama of course it’s slightly stressful because she’s constantly trying to keep us away from those two shops between popping in pani puris. Anyway I guess she must like that stuff because she keeps going despite all this.

The other day while we there she told didi to look after us and took up her plate. Now  bhai jazzed of on his toy car and didi ran after him. By the way, you should see Bhai navigating his car. He’s just too fast. But that’s another story.

Now what do you think I did? Go to the toy shop? Well you’re wrong…I headed straight for the shoe store. Not for the shoes though. The shop has this great looking stool where people sit and try on shoes and I just love it. I had had my eyes on it for a long time and that day I finally thought with mama and didi busy I could smuggle it away. It was a little big for me but I managed to pick it up and just as I was dragging it away this shopwala started snatching it from me. Now I’m a Rajput girl ain’t I? So how could I give up without a decent fight? When mama heard my battle cry she ran into the store. I must agree what she saw wouldn’t have been pleasant. There I was on the floor, clinging onto ‘my’ stool with one hand while I threatened to slap that hulk of a man with the other as he tried to pull it away from me. I personally thought mama should have lent me a hand but all she did was grab me and walk away apologising.. yes actually apologising to that grouchy, ill tempered man.

I haven’t given up though. Mama will want to have some more pani puri another day… won’t she? Ha, I’ll wait.

Things I’d like to keep a secret – N

Well I hope no one goes through this post. But I thought I need to get it off my chest.Okay here goes
I have learnt how to take out my diapers and pajamas all by myself, which is of course a good thing. The catch is that I haven’t figured out when I should do it. The other day we and our friends were all bogeying to Darde Disco. I got a tad carried away by the music and when Mama looked up from what she was doing she saw me waving my pajamas in the air. You should have seen her face. Personally I don’t see what was so very shocking… I mean a girl CAN get carried away once in a while… can’t she?

First hair cut – 27 December 2007 – N

We had our first ever hair cut guys! High time I’d say considering we’re almost a year and half old. It’s an awesome experience. We loved the place mama took us to. .. huge mirrors everywhere and bottles upon bottles of intriguing stuff and chairs that could go up and down…we just didn’t want to come back. Mama had been really scared that I’d create a racket – like I did during my mundan… but she needn’t have worried – this was way too different and really much more fun. I mean how can you compare a silly man with a scary knife (or whatever that was) with hip women who smell soooo good? And there’s so much to look at. There was this aunty with a head full of hair all wrapped up in shiny paper. I thought that was a very elegant hairdo.

Anyway, mama had gone armed with sweets to distract us, which turned out to be quite unnecessary. Bhai went first because mama was confident he would be no trouble at all and he came off looking quite dapper. I was a little hassled because they put my hand under this huge plastic thing and I couldn’t get the sweet to my mouth. But once mama helped me with it things were cool. I didn’t even realise when my cut was through. I got a neat little fringe (which mama insists on combing back from my forehead…. she’s so not ‘in’).

PS
I said my name for the first time yesterday. I can also say ‘Bhai’ and pretty much everything anyone asks me to repeat. Bhai manages just a ‘Na’ for me.