Tag: twins

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.

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.

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.

It’s been quite a trial putting up with embarrassing questions asked brazenly by Hrit and Naisha with total disregard of who is present. However Naisha’s finally growing up. Today on the way to school, a friend of hers was walking down with his dad while Hrit and Naisha were with me. Naisha asked me sotto voce, “Mujhe bhi apne papa ke saath school jana hai.” Two things struck me one, Sunil needs to spend more time with the kids and two, Naisha’s learning to be discreet.

Okay and here’s a tale about my other one.. Hrit… We were in a lift full of people (carpenters and construction people among other mothers and their kids) on our way back from school. Suddenly in a fit of affection Hrit says LOUDLY, “Mama I want to kiss your stomach,” totally completely out of the blue. And there I was struggling with him to keep my shirt in place because obviously Hrit followed his words with immediate action.

Whoever said twins were alike?

Hrit was spilling water the other day and here’s what Naisha had to say to him:

‘Arre paani mat spill kariye..main phisal jaaungi toh mera head broke ho jayega aur phir aapke paas ek bhi sister naihn hogi itna pyar karne ke liye.’

Hrit of course, in true insensitive male tradition, was hardly moved by this emotional appeal. He proceeded to promptly thwack her on the head with his badminton racket. Yes Nisha.. in case you’re reading .. this is the same racket you gifted him for Christmas, thank you.