The other day H spotted SRK’s picture in the paper and I was very glad he recognised him. So just to add to his info I said ‘H, SRK is a big favourite with mama’ so Hrit promptly asks, “Toh yeh ghar kyon nahin aate?” Wish I knew the answer to that one!
Language Lafda – Naisha
Okay this Hindi English thing is terribly confusing… The other day mama told me to keep quiet and go to sleep but I wanted to sing a rhyme with her so I said ‘Naisha ko singna hai’ and sent mama into fits of laughter. Then there was the time when I said ‘Mujhe sitna hai’. I mean how is one supposed to figure out which is a hindi word and which is an English one? Words should come with labels. Mama keeps talking half in Hindi and half in English… how am I supposed to figure out which is which?????
Ganapati Bappa Moriya – Naisha
This is my favourite time of the year. Beginning now right till the year end it’s just fun all the way. We’ve just finished Ganapati and Navaratri will be here in less than two weeks’ time.. then Dussehra, Diwali, Christmas and New Year… isn’t that totally WOW!!
Ganapati was great this year too. The drums, the fireworks, the colour and the dance and song in our society were just great. The fancy dress this year was more fun for us because Vineesh, Yash, Laddu and the two of were all together in the act. We did the Ramayan vanavasa. Our roles were very well thought out. Yash was Ram and Laddoo was Lakshman because both of them had to have the same hairdo and accessories, Vineesh was Hanuman because he is the biggest Hanuman bhakt ever. More importantly, he is the only true drama king among us and only he could blow out his mouth like a monkey and hold it like that all through the performance. Hrit bhai was Bharat because of his fixation with everyone’s chappals and shoes and I, being the only girl had to be Seeta… not that I’m complaining. I had these awesome long hair right upto my knees… going by mama’s genes I guess this was my one chance at having long hair. I even had a ‘doopatta’ which mama draped over my head… I think I looked great. Hrit bhai looked absolutely regal in his violet velvet jacket and a lavender dhoti. His jewellery was something to die for, complete with fuchsia ear drops and a bunch of necklaces that would give a girl a complex. He had a super wig too which he refused to wear. But mama is one determined woman and she went on stage behind him with the wig in hand and planted it on bhai’s head once he was properly mesmerised by the stage lights.
I was a tad uncomfortable too what with the hair and the satin dupatta but once we were all on stage I completely got into the act as did Hrit bhai. He did Jai when mama asked me too and I lifted my hand in an ‘aashirvaad’. It was great fun. The only sad part was that Laddu cried his way through the show.
We love school
Isn’t it weird how mama always cribs about the bad stuff but completely forgets to write about the good stuff? Well here’s some good news – we’ve started loving school! And it’s been many weeks now. Naisha’s is so excited that some days she refuses to come back. The teachers have been pulling mama’s leg because she was convinced we’d never like school. They are really great. As a ritual after the regular good morning they ask us to give them our special smiles.
We have a new problem though…. Even though we get out happy from school, coming home is an ordeal. We hate it when mama asks us to get out of the lift and it’s real tantrum time. Actually we’re tired and sleepy and then we have to come home and eat…. what can be more distressing than that? We end up skipping lunch altogether.
Week 3, Day 11
Another weekend gone… Today mama decided to get us ready right in time for school so we had less time to get scared. Naisha of course threw a huge tantrum… flung her shoes off and kept running away. Mama had to forcibly put her in the auto. I was cool and walked into the class on my own. I think I’m getting used to the idea of school… it’s not so bad after all and Meeta ma’am is kind of cute. She pulls my cheeks REAL hard. I’m not sure I liked it till I remembered that that’s how mama pulls my cheeks too…and that made me cool totally! Though I came out crying I finished my tiffin.. all four biscuits.
Naisha is still not too happy. Sapna ma’am told mama that she roamed around the class with her tiffin but hardly had one biscuit. The best part was that when we got back home and mama asked Naishu what she did at school all she said was ‘bikit khaya’.
Day 12
RAINY DAY! No school. Yipeeeee!