Sunday, March 28, 2010

Tit for Tat

Mamma : You are not Aryan, you are another boy called Aadhi. Why are you in this house?

Aryan (little confused and jittered): I am Aryan Mamma, see.. see.. I am your Aryan Mamma.

Mamma: No, you are not Aryan. You are Aadhi. Why are you taking Aryan’s toys?

Aryan (More scared): Mamma, please I am Aryan. See my face, see my legs, see my dress.. I am Aryan Na…Yes, Mamma I am Aryan.

Mamma: NO, you are not. Can you please go out and bring my Aryan back.

Aryan (Almost crying): Mamma, please mamma…I am your ARYAN…

Mamma: No

Aryan: Ok then, you are not Aryan’s Mamma. You are Aadhi’s Mamma. Now, You GO Out of Aryan’s house.

Mamma: What????

Aryan: Aadhi’s Mamma, why are you in Aryan’s house???

Mamma: Aryan, I am not Aadhi’ Mamma, I am Aryan’s Mamma…..Let us be friends again…

Atlast Mamma learned her lesson and decided not to fool me again.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Aryan, Mamma, and Papa

Mamma: Name our National bird
Aryan: Peacock
Mamma: Good, now name the National Flower and National Game
Aryan: Lotus and Hockey
Mamma: Fine, Now name the National Animal
Mamma: Isn’t it tiger, Aryan?
Aryan: No I like Giraffe, so it is giraffe.
Mamma: Aryan that is not the answer. India’s national animal is Tiger.
Aryan: Mamma, after Tiger’s turn, shall we give a chance to Giraffe?
Mamma (Thinking—well this is the after effect of teaching your child to take turns): OK, Aryan we will…give a chance to Giraffe after Tiger.:-)
Aryan: Thank you Mamma. You are so good.
Mamma: Blinking, not knowing what to say…….
Can she really change our National animal?
Aryan: Papa, why do you always see Cricket, Cricket, Cricket?
Papa: Aryan, why do you always see Cartoon, Cartoon, Cartoon.
Aryan: Papa, DON’T ASK ME WHY.
Papa, thinking: His Mamma is better than him in replying. Atleast she gives reasons and answers to my questions, rather than bluntly saying not to ask her any questions.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Award Time.

It is been ages since I wrote a post. Not my fault, you know how much I have to depend on my Mamma for this posting.
She is busy with her office and MA English course, and claims no time. All lame excuses you know.

Now thanks to Shruti Aunty for this award. You forced me to start blogging again.
I am so happy that my fellow bloggers remember me many a times…Thanks again. I have other pending tags and awards...will be doing it for sure. Now I pass this award to all the blogs that I know. Infact all my blogger friends are “THE BEST”.

Papa: Mamma, I wish you were an Engineer
Mamma: Why Engineers have horns or what?
Pappa: No at least you will teach my son all engineering terms rather than biology…
Mamma: You can always think about an engineering Mamma
Aryan: Papa, how many times I have told you, I want only this Mamma!!!!!!
Papa: Ok, Aryan we will not think about another Mamma.

My Mamma’s mouth is never shut. She thinks that whatever she learned in her school, I should learn now.

The after effect is: I can now identify the leaf having Chlorophyll and Xanthophylls pigments, different difficult parts of flower, types of tress (Coconut and Neem), Nocturnal birds, Three planets (Earth, Mars, and Saturn), my food pipe- wind pipe and its associated logic that I should not laugh or talk when I eat food, my stomach and its grinder, with it associated logic that I should drink water for the grinder to grind the food…blah…blah… blah……….

Well that is one side of my growth. Another side is about my Mamma complaining that my handwriting is not good and I write a word from right to left.

When I write Aryan, I write like this: NAYRA

Come on, I write from 1-20 and A-H, that itself is good enough for me. I don’t care whether left to write or right to left.

Can anyone tell Mamma that rather than concentrating on my studies, she should concentrate on her studies now!!!