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Thursday, December 4, 2014

Tomorrow, I will be absent.

Thursday, December 04, 2014 1 Comments
Till that day, I bragged to BH, that Bunni was a good student. She loves going to school and she has never ever felt bad or cried to go to school.  I jinxed it. Badly. Very badly. I realized later.

Bunni: Tomorrow, I will be absent.
Me (Shocked): Why do you want to be absent?
Bunni: Because so many of my friends remain absent.
Me: If somebody is ill, or if you have an important work to do which cannot be done after school hours or if you need to visit someone without delay, you should take an off. Else you shouldn’t miss going to school. 
She listened, very still, like I was telling a fascinating  fairy tale. She did not say anything. I thought that she is convinced.

That day, while she was getting down from her school bus, she said, “Amma, Tomorrow, I will be absent.”
Me (annoyed): What? I think I told you when you can miss your school.
Bunni: Tomorrow, I will have fever.
Me: Oh baby. Don’t say that. You are a strong girl. No illness can touch you.
Bunni: Then, it is my birthday tomorrow. There will be a party at home. So, I will be absent tomorrow.
Me: First, it is not your birthday tomorrow. Second, I am sure you would love to wear new color dress to school on your birthday and take chocolates for your friends.
Bunni: Oh.. Yes. I had forgotten the date today.

That night, I told her stories and we recited a few shlokas before she slipped into slumber. She suddenly woke up and said, “Amma, tomorrow one day, I will be absent.” I was a little bothered this time. I wanted to know if there was some other reason behind her repeated requests of being absent at school. I did not want to ignite her crankiness at this time. I just smiled and patted her to sleep.

The next day, I diverted her with exciting stories and fun-activities while she got ready to school. And she got into the school bus happily. There was no hesitation, or change in her expression when she got into the school bus. I met her teacher that day, and asked how she was at school.  Teacher said that she was a good student and had no problems. I saw her class-work books. I met a few of her friends.  There was no sign of any hitch.

Apart from those conversations, her behaviour had not changed. She wasn’t morose. She did not exhibit any negative changes. I was kind of relieved after doing all the necessary checks. Then, I thought I should give her the silent treatment the next time she brings up the topic.

That day, while she was doing her homework, 
Bunni: “Amma, I will be absent tomorrow.” 
I could not stop myself asking, “Why do you want to be absent?” I wanted to be double sure that nothing is wrong. 
Bunni (gleefully): Just like that. I want to see ‘red ink marked A’ against my name in the attendance register.
What a reason! We stopped the conversation there.

Next morning,
Bunni: Amma, today I will be absent.
Me: I said, not today. Be absent tomorrow and day after tomorrow. [Today being Friday ;) ]
Delighted little girl went to school happily. And when I was helping her get down from the bus after she was back from school, she said.. “I have two pages of homework today, which means tomorrow and day after tomorrow is Saturday and Sunday. I will be absent one more day after that. I will be absent for 3 days!”
And I thought I was very intelligent. Hmmph. I remained silent. I diverted the topic by asking her what all happened at school. She narrated everything in an animated way.

Monday morning, she got ready silently and we were waiting for the school bus. There were no uncomfortable conversations or silent treatment. As soon as the school bus came, she jumped into it and shouted, “Driver uncle, tomorrow I will not come to school. So, you need not come here. Aunty, remind driver uncle tomorrow not to stop here.”  The aaya of bus looked at me; Muted by her unexpected bouncer, I just winked to convey that she was kidding. After she came back from school, she said, “I will be absent tomorrow, if I tell you, you will remain silent. So, I have told driver uncle and also ma’am that I will not be coming to school tomorrow. If driver uncle does not come, you cannot send me. If ma’am does not teach, there is no use going to school. (Awww. That innocence!).
I smiled at her and said, “But you are a good girl. You will not miss your lessons.”  That statement somehow made her happy. So, I survived that day.

Next morning, while I was dressing her up,
Bunni: Amma, I will be absent to school today please.
Me (exhausted): Since you are a good girl, you will not miss going to school.
Bunni: Today I will be a bad girl.
Me (Recovering from that bombshell): But, I know that you are a good girl, you cannot be a bad girl.
Bunni: Ammaaaa, I am a good girl even if I am a bad girl sometimes. Nobody can be a good girl all the time. Take for example Appa, he tells me that he will be a good boy with me if I behave like a good girl. But when I do something bad, he says he will become a bad boy to me. Can I call Appa a bad boy just because he is so when I am bad?
My feet had turned cold by that reply. How on earth can she come up with this? What can I answer? She had given a big funda of life actually which she may not have realized the depth of.  By the time I could open my tightly zipped mouth, she smelt Maggi and ran into the kitchen saying that she wants to eat it and said “Give that tasty breakfast quickly! Or I will miss my school bus!”

Bunni - With her bestie..
Waiting for the school bus
No matter how much they can drive you crazy, you love them for what they are. This little thing will be five years soon. I cannot visualize what mental challenges we are going to face as parents. But she lights up our life inside-out constantly with such sparkling conversations. 




Monday, November 26, 2012

Panchatantra side effects

Monday, November 26, 2012 25 Comments

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

Sunday, February 26, 2012 110 Comments

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

Monday, July 04, 2011 56 Comments
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! :)