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Monday, November 26, 2012

Panchatantra side effects


I have always been a fan of children stories which are windows to our big world. I started off pretty early narrating stories to Bunni. Animals which can talk and which can emote kept her butterfly-like attention honey glued. Myriad stories made my life simpler in conveying subtle facts, rules and maxims to guide our daily lives. I was so proud of myself. But, later I started to realize, these stories have side effects too!



All wells have a lion in them. We were in our village, walking through the roads, we spotted a well. I thought, I will show her what a well is. But, she held my hand to stop me.
Bunni: Don't peep into the well. A lion is living in there. It will eat you the moment you bend in to see your reflection!
Remember the lion which fell into the well seeing its own reflection? (see here) And you thought that is the end?

 Ask for forgiveness. Get a life.
We were watching a National Geographic documentary. And a lioness was on the run to hunt a wild buffalo. Bunni started shouting.
Bunni: Buffalo must have done something wrong, that is why lion is trying to kill. <going near the TV> dear buffalo, dear buffalo, tell the lion that you won’t do that mistake again, it will forgive you. It won’t eat you!

Anyone who falls dies!
She does not know the concept of death. She just knows, the word and the situations in which I had used while narrating the story. We were walking on the road and Bunni spotted a traffic cop running. She was overly excited to see a cop running. (you know who runs in stories ;) ) she started shouting in the top of her voice.
Bunni: Amma, look! A police man is running!!
To my embarrassment, that police man stopped running the moment her words hit his ears and turned around to see us.
Me: Yes. Say Bye to police uncle.
Bunni:
Hi, police uncle. You should not run.

Police: Why shouldn't I run?

Bunni: See. Road has a lot of stones, you will fall down and die!!
Police man looked straight into my face! I did not know what to say. I mean, how I can explain to him so much? I just apologized and ran to save further embarrassments. I could sense a smile on his face.

  
Steal and eat. Your tummy will be fat!
We had gone to temple. The priest was busy with chants and aarti. Bunni was doing monkey-jobs of climbing the railings there. I told her to stand silently, or the priest would get angry. As the priest came near us to give MangaLaarathi and Theertha,
Bunni: Amma.. This priest has stolen and eaten a lot of Laddoos. See his tummy is so fat!
This was from the story of Bal Ganesh! Ouch! That priest's face was red! The pressure in my mouth for a roar of laughter was building by few kilo-pascals! I controlled myself and said. You shouldn't say so.


 Every Gopal's wife is Suman
We had been to a marriage reception. When we were on the stage,
BH: Bunni, Wish Gopal Uncle a happy married life
Bunni:
Where is your wife Suman?

Gopal looked perplexed,

Gopal: Who is Suman?
Gopal's wife Priya had baffled look on her face.I intervened and stopped the conversations because I knew where it was going. The story of the goose which laid golden eggs had owners named Gopal and Suman, who were husband and wife. So, for her, every Gopal's wife is Suman.

Children observe and construe a lot more than we expect. What a fun life they lead. Absolutely no inhibitions, no rules and bounds for the way-of-life. So much to learn from them. The way these stories are embarrassing me, it is should be Punch-atantra.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Stumped


Bunni completed 2 years this month. She has started making small sentences and some times she baby talks also. She surprises us with grammatically correct sentences sometimes. The things that come out of her mouth keep me laughing for a long while. So, now conversations are two-way Indian roads. I quote here some of those experiences. Ofcourse, I have translated those conversations from Kannada to English.

Bunni: Sahana! Fill water in this jar.
Me: You should not call elders by their name.
Bunni: Gunds! Fill water in this jar

Gunds – That is how her father calls me.
Lesson : Follow the rule



Bunni: Amma, my hands are dirty. Wash. Wash. Wash.
Me: Ok. Come lets wash. (washed)
Bunni: I want to wash it myself now.
Me: Ok. Let me help you.
Bunni: But my hands are not dirty.
Me: No.. Your hands are still dirty, wash.
Bunni: Amma! Then wash my hands properly this time!!
Lesson: You lie. You eat your own words


A guest gave Bunni a real big chocolate
Me: What should you say when you get a chocolate?
Bunni: One more!
There. Down the drain, went the "Thank you" lesson I gave her umpteen times!
Lesson : Ask and you shall receive. An answer at least.


Potty time.
Bunni: Amma, I got 1-2 shits. (She had just understood numbers and counting.)
Me: (Controlling my laughter) Ok. Come let me clean you.
Bunni: But, I want '9-10...a biiiiig faaat hen' number of shits. (From the 1-2 buckle my shoe rhyme)
Now! Where should I bring that many number of uuurrrggh.. whatever!!
Lesson: Aim for the moon.


I was telling her a story from panchatantra. One of the stories which she likes, is a story of a wolf and a sheep.
Me: The wolf said, "I am old. I cannot hunt. You are an easy prey. I will eat you". And what did the sheep say?
Bunni: Byaa Byaa Byaa Byaaa..
Lesson : Keep it simple silly

She loathes sleeping. Sometimes I call out for some non-existent uncle and complain about her loudly, when she does not sleep. That works. One night.
Me: Bunni.. Close your eyes and sleep.
Bunni: I don't want to.
Me: Hey Uncle.. Come here! Take Bunni away with you.
Bunni: Uncle.. Come.. Come soon.. Take me to play swing.. Amma.. you can also come with us..
That was totally unexpected.
Lesson : Face your problems

Luckily, I am unlearning life with this bundle of joy! Such spontaneous reactions, surprises.. make my life a celebration!

Monday, July 4, 2011

Bunni - The Miss-Chief

Bunni, just crossed her 16 month mark and she has become a source of hilarity. She will be awarded the 'miss-chief' for her activities. I love the way she thinks sometimes. :D Let me try to unveil some of the episodes.

  • In the midst of changing her dress, in that brief moment of being naked, she takes to her heels. She loves being in her birthday suit. ( Now, do not tell me that she has a bright future...)
  • Exactly after removing the diaper, she starts peeing and running all over the place. I should trace a skewed path all over the house to clean the soggy ground (Pee-vish behavior eh?)
  • There comes a day of ‘pain’ting at home. We got busy with the covering of furniture at home and she poured out the whole container of paint! Whoaw! I had to give her a bath for the second time that day. While mopping the floor to get rid of the spilled paint, she emptied the bucket full of water!!! Errr..  Painters were back on their task with a new can of paint and they were just done with the first coat, she rolled off the can of paint again in a spilt second!! Ran over the paint and all over the floor! GOD SAVE ME!
  • She finger paints the walls, her face and body when she finds “Colgate Gel” toothpaste in the store-room. (For that matter, any tube she finds will be used as a paint)
  • There was eerie silence at home, I run all around the house calling out for her. I skid on a floor turned pond. She comes out of the bathroom with a mug full of water, giggling away. She does not stop irrigating the floor for the next 15 minutes. Come what may (hem)!





  • She brings a plate from the kitchen cabinet. Places the plate in an uninhabited place. Stands over it. Poops! (Imagine the ‘palate’ of the person eating from a plate at home who knows about this incident ;))
  • She opened a green colored cough syrup on the couch, turned the bottle upside down, and made patterns over the white bedspread. (Teaching her mother to go-green..)
  • God save the accessories in the bathroom which are within her reach. They will have their final destination fixed: The Commode!

  • She tries on all the shoes in the closet and all clothes in the wardrobe which are cleanly arranged and organized. Result: Shoes, Slippers, Dress(es) strewn everywhere – MESS!










  • When she finds an opening, window etc, she loves to throw things out and watch how they fall. (What a curious kid I have..)



(She is throwing a pen down)



  • I load the washing machine in the morning with soiled clothes. Wait till she sleeps. (I don’t want her to see me power ‘operate’ these devices). I switch on the washing machine when the time is right. **TAN TAK TAN** comes an alarming sound. Shocked!. I switch off the power button. Open the door to find a sauce pan. (Her co-‘operation’ in loading :-D)
  • 3 missing tumblers, 5 missing spoons from the kitchen cabinet: Found in the dustbin.
  • 'Breaking' News: New jam bottle which was supposedly kept in a safe place found broken into pieces.
  • She squeals with delight and giggles at every opportunity, especially if caught  devotedly emptying and re-emptying the packets of powder/grains in the kitchen cabinet. After doing that, she walks all over them. Gotcha! Foot-prints of my li'l monster. (check the picture below)
Kitchen Flour!

 Rice grains all over



                               This is the measure we have taken to counter her prowls!



She does something wrong, she sees me giving her fierce looks, she gives a big smile, runs to me, hugs, and plants sloppy, sticky kisses all over my face. How my heart melts. Awwww..

My fierceness ends there.. Hugs and Kisses! :)

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BUNNI: Manufactured Daughter.

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