Divine interventions.....

I should admit that we ve never talked or referred about religion, in any form, to Achu..But he has admirable clarity on this topic..and in fact.. he keeps reminding me of some of these religious-fundamentals and warns me NEVER to supercede God's decisions...

A few of those DIVINE INTERVENTIONS ...

1. God never punishes kids

2. When there is a fighting between 2 kids .. God would support the smaller one..

3. If both the kids are of the same age( like how most of his friends are), they will have to fight it out till the end ..themselves.., coz God will be too confused to take a stand

4. When God gets VERRYYYYY angry , he disconnects the internet connection ...then no more online games!!!

5. In Mau, sky is too open.. and God has the extra advantage of seeing EVERYTHING...( that way.. Delhi is much more safe)

6. God never does susu or potty.. and hence wouldnt have ever worn a diaper..

Number skills...

I read somewhere that we should start inculcating mathematical skills in a child right from when he is 3 months old...
I scorned at the statement then....
But friends...dont be a fool like me..There is an element of truth behind it...the main reason being that they can only listen to you then ...and cannot stump you with out-of-the-blue answers...
A few excerpts for your proof..

Excercise 1
Amma- Achu, what comes after 3?
Achu ( with genuine interest)- 3 na?...( Then goes into deep thought.. or so his mother thinks.. coz he stares into her face .. widening his eyes...without even a blink..)..
A minute or two passes...
Amma- ( patting him in encouragement) Yes Achu.. come on...
Achu- Shut up and let me concentrate...
Another two minutes..
Amma-What exactly are you thinking?...My question was what comes after 3...
Achu- ( fully irritated) This you should have told me before.. See.. now i have to count all over again...
Amma-( Swallowing hard and holding her breath for a second ..)-OK.. Ok...just tell me the number that follows three...
Achu-( with a very serious enquiring expression..) Tum ko kya lag raha hey?...3 ke baad kya ho sakhtha hey?
A thud and a scream follows...


Exercise 2
Amma- What comes after 20
Achu - ( In a flash of a second)-40
Amma- With an unusual patience- No Achu --its 21
Achu- ( in a heavy bhojpuri accent)..Kyon ..40 phir 20 se pehle aatha hey kya?

Exercise 3
Amma-Circle the biggest number-2,6, 8
Achu- 8.. and promptly circles it
Amma- Excellent Achu- Now do this 4,7, 1
Achu-1... and hurriedly circles it.
Amma- How did you conclude that 1 is bigger than 4 and 7
Achu- Log zyada tharah biggest number last mein hii likhthe hein..

Sometimes.. in desperation...i turn to his father for some help..which is totally denied ..with the excuse that the damage has been caused by the 23 chromosomes inherited from the mother( experimentally proven.. and he has sufficient valid data to support the hypothesis)..and so the responsibility of fixing it too lies entirely with the mother....
Well...so be it...

Condolence..

I woke up at 3 AM today....
These pre-dawn hours have always given me a queer experience...
My mind gets filled with a stream of baseless... yet dark and tense thoughts..
which to my own surprise..vanishes with the break of dawn...
For over two hours i condoled the death of Dr. Sherry, the scientist..who .. under the pretext of prioritizing her motherhood... thrashed her scientist-self to death ..
She has an office for name sake...which she she shamelessly converted to her son's study room..
Every afternoon..both mother and son hold their homework sessions there..sitting amidst unfinished data books and file works...
Labmates are now quite used to their tantrums.. and extend their support in whichever way possible.. be it by retrieving lost office sheets.. from the dust bin ( if its found in the form of a boat or plane .. they deftly patch it up .. if its totally in bits.. they cut it still further so that no one recognizes it..)
If at all she holds discussions with her students.. its only for clarifying a hindi alphabet or a word..which has turned up for that day's homework..( Her hindi vocabulary is quite popular in office and she doesn't want to take any chance with her son..)
During the morning session when her son is not around.. she spends her time writing applications for endless issues..( repair of equipment, sanction for purchase of chemicals, approval for library books, buying mattresses in girl's hostel, collection for lab tea club..)
All this goes on till 1PM.. then she disappears to her home half an hour earlier than usual ...coz lunch has to be prepared and she needs that extra half hour for thawing the frozen fish...
Lunch session is till 3Pm...
3-5PM- Homework
5:05 PM- Back to kitchen for tea and snacks...
The only time i think of science and my career.. is those pre dawn hours.....which in fact is the only time i can spare to think about myself..
So why complain!!! Something is better than nothing...

Doosara shabdh...

Achu doesnt like english for the simple reason that he cannot make head or tail of it...

But the persistent efforts of his desperate mother forced him to open a dictionary of his own ..to which he keeps own adding a word or two each day...

Here are a few examples of his uncanny creation...

Amma- Achu what are you doing?

Achu- Naching amma..

( A quick glance through his dictionary .. and it says nach + ing for dancing, dekhing for watching, susuing for pissing, kheling for playing and so the list goes..)

Amma (after getting ready for the evening stroll)- Come on Achu, Lets move..

Achu ( with full irritation)- Kitna baar moov ( Muh) dhoyenge!!!

Amma - Count the figures achu

Achu- There are 6 balloon amma

Amma- 6 balloons achu, not balloon

achu ( quite excited )-i will never forget that amma!

Amma- count the next one

Achu- 7 phools...8 chammachs... 9 machaliis and 10 kattoriis

Achu ( returning from school)-Nowadays i speak in english in class amma..

Amma( shocked)-!!!!!!?????

Achu -I no longer sneak out through the backdoor for drinking water..instead i ask my ma'am for permission.. and that too in english!!!

Amma-( jumping in excitement)-I am proud of you achu.. tell me what exactly you ask..

Achu-Am i water Ma'am ? aur kya!!!!

And when he utters them in his own style... confident to the core...and with great pride for having mastered that 'Doosara shabdh'( which is his terminology for english)....i am left with no option other than digesting it as such...

The Independence "struggle"!!!

Twas a loooongg break...

With Rajmoni gone... i lost myself in the grime and mess of my kitchen...

And of course , in no mood to chat or blog..

But mind you, i was not the sole casualty of this situation...

Within a months time.. Achu has turned into a total brat!!!!

He was quick to sense my helplessness in continuing my military regime over him...

and in a few days time took over the responsibility of looking after himself ( thats what he stated in his Declaration of Independence)..

To be frank.. i was relieved for a moment..( My boy has grown up!!! Told the ' Mother's Pride ')

But there were so many loop holes well crafted into his Draft -of-independence...

and i was yet again proved to be a fool to have kept my hopes high...

His pseudo-independence was just an excuse to escape to our neighbour's house.. where he would take charge of their toys , television, snacks and what not...

He rarely visits his own home...

At times he steps in to check the day's menu... dissapproves it anyway and along with it laments over his mother's deteriorating culinary skills...then makes a violent exit...

If at all he is seen around the house for a longer period.. take it for granted that something is seriously wrong..

Last time when this happened was when he had bit his best friend on his arms ...

I have given a standing instruction to all his friends to deal with him themselves under such situations...

God save all of them!!!!

Parenthood

I love this poem by Kahlil Gibran...

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your childrenas living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Sherry Jacob
I wish i can be that stable bow, which would let the arrow take its best course...
I should love him enough to set him free... and not clip his wings so that he would be with me forever....

I should love him enough.. to love what he loves.. and to be there for him in ups and downs...

I should instil faith and confidence in my child.. and teach him to always face life head-on...never fom the back..

Help me God....

School Blues..

Achu has finished his first month in school.. and i somehow feel he hated every second of it.. at least he pretended to.

Daily he entered his classroom with tears in his eyes..

Would refuse to sit with any one for few minutes...

Then would look pleadingly at me and ask"why do I have to come here daily?"..for which i would give a candid statement-"Coz thats what everyone does"

which he totally disapproves and quickly provides me a list of neighbourhood hunks who ve nothing to do with school...

I convince him that THEY are SMALL and would meet the same fate next year..

Then he is shocked to realize that HE is BIG and scolds me for not having told him this before...

By this time I opt for a seat for myself... leaving him standing there ..

Luckily his madam makes the much awaited entry around this time.

Achu refuses to wish her even as all other kids join in the GOOOOODDDDD MOOOORRNNIINNGGG MAAAAAAAAAAMM chorus..

Teacher calls out Achu's name and demands a seperate good morning from him.. which he totally ignores.

As the teacher approaches with a No-Smiling face..he gives out 2-3 sobs and yells 'My stomach is aching' ( Stomach ache and head ache make alternate appearances)..

And as he sits there describing the ache-symptoms to his madam.. i make an unnoticed exit...

Ode to DSR..

I like DSR campus ...for its peace and serenity... for the pure air and clear sky ..the green fields and fragrant breeze..

Here the dawn 's so bright and dusk, so clear..
Call of the cuckoo sounds so near..
There's life in each moment...
there's joy in each thought....
No frets no worries...
and that says it all....

The mother I am...

Its been a few months since i inaugurated my blog.. but till date could'nt go beyond the welcome statement!! yes.. i accept i have proved unworthy of being 'The Blogger".. but where's the time yaaaarrrr

Its a mere 3 hours that i get at my disposal.. which i dont permit Dr. Sherry-the scientist , to grab away from me..

At 6 .. i literally run out of my lab...my conscience already scolding me for that 1 hour delay..

But that... i console myself .. is Achu's milk time.. which never happens if I am around..

Achu has somehow taken it into his head that he need not listen to Rajmoni is i am around.. He threatens her with dire consequences if she even attempts to bring his milk-glass anywhere near him..

I can only be a silent observer to all this drama.. coz i had gracefully accepted my defeat in this regard.. long back..

And the worst thing is Achu knows it too!!!

vanakkam..

Hi all...

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