My class topic of this week is GERMS!!!
In the school, to demonstrate cleanliness and germs, they had given numerous examples. Table1 had set of people, who eat without washing hands and Table 2 has a set of people, who eat food after washing hands. They concluded that, people from table 2 tend to be healthier.
Then they taught about GOOD Germs and BAD Germs. This fascinated me a lot. My Mom has taught me about Bad germs, but for the first time I was hearing about GOOD germs.
Conversations with Mamma:
Aryan: “Mamma, You know there are good germs also.”
Mamma: “ Oh, is it Aryan?”
Aryan: “Yes, mamma. They help in making CURD, DOSA, IDLI, BREAD….”
My mom was also surprised when she heard this from me. And then she started her over enthusiastic habit of loading me with lecture.
Mamma : Yes, Aryan you are right. The Germs that help in formation of curd is “Lactobacillus”
Aryan: What mamma, “lactobacilll……us”.
Mamma: Yes, Aryan.
Today morning when Mamma gave me Dosa and curd, I promptly asked her.
Aryan: “Mamma, did you add GOOD germs in my curd? That lacto…..bat one”
Mamma was wondering what to say!!!
Mamma: “ Yes, Aryan it is there.”
Aryan: “Then can you please SHOW me.”
Mamma: “Well, Aryan to see that bacteria, you need a Microscope.”
Papa: “ Mamma, it is getting late. Can you please stop your lecture and get him ready before he bombards you with more questions!!!!
Mamma helped me in getting ready and I went to school.
But I am still wondering how can I see GOOD germs? Can anyone help me?
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Almost a month over!!!
Almost a month over and my Parents are called for!!! Yepeee….isn’t is a super achievement from my end. My parents are called for to discuss about my behavior and progress in school.
Well, do you guys remember about my assessment during November 2009 from Wonder 6?
Have a look at this post.
I will give a synopsis of it
My Overall Assessment:
Strengths: I am very good at expressing my thoughts, I wait for my turn to do the activities, I am a good team player, and I am more interested in observing others.
Weakness: I am lazy to write. I need to improve more on it. Sometimes, I am very uninterested to do some activities. They are very true about my weakness; I am lazy to write.
Well, nothing has changed since then. Even in Chirec school, my parents are called for the same story. Even now, I tend to be lazy and be in some other world and I show laziness to write.
Another point is: I show maturity, but I am still insecure…You know very hectic life style for me. Some days I am unsure, whether the daycar-in-charge will pick me from school and later on my Mom will come to pick me from daycare….blah blah…
My mom has started her Google search about slow writers and will now start getting loads of pre-writing fun activities…Oh god give me a break please!!!! Do you think it is fun to write???
Well, do you guys remember about my assessment during November 2009 from Wonder 6?
Have a look at this post.
I will give a synopsis of it
My Overall Assessment:
Strengths: I am very good at expressing my thoughts, I wait for my turn to do the activities, I am a good team player, and I am more interested in observing others.
Weakness: I am lazy to write. I need to improve more on it. Sometimes, I am very uninterested to do some activities. They are very true about my weakness; I am lazy to write.
Well, nothing has changed since then. Even in Chirec school, my parents are called for the same story. Even now, I tend to be lazy and be in some other world and I show laziness to write.
Another point is: I show maturity, but I am still insecure…You know very hectic life style for me. Some days I am unsure, whether the daycar-in-charge will pick me from school and later on my Mom will come to pick me from daycare….blah blah…
My mom has started her Google search about slow writers and will now start getting loads of pre-writing fun activities…Oh god give me a break please!!!! Do you think it is fun to write???
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
I want it from First
After dinner, my Mamma and Papa were talking and I was fighting with my blue elephant. Suddenly I felt very thirsty and asked for water. My papa poured the water in a glass and gave me. I got very angry.
Aryan: Mamma, I want water from first
Mamma: What does that mean?
Aryan: I will not tell you what it means, but I want water from first.
Mamma: I don’t understand you Aryan. Ok, I will give you from first.
Saying this, she went to kitchen, took another glass and poured new water and gave me.
Aryan fuming with anger: Go away, I want from first…..
I was very angry. I started crying or rather shrieking. My tantrums continued for 10 minutes ( According to my Mamma it is too much to shriek for 10 minutes)
By now, my papa couldn’t tolerate any more. He gave me two tights slaps…..that is it. I was fully silent. I stared at Papa and did not talk to anyone. I went to my bed.
My Mamma came behind me, wiped my tears and asked me very softly, “Aryan what do you mean by wanting water from first?”
I said, “It means, you should not talk to Papa, but talk to me more and give me water first….and be with me.” You didn’t give me water, when I asked. You were talking with papa…
Mamma (thinking), “There is no REWIND button in life my dear. How can I make him understand that, you cannot go back and think about the time gone?”
Mamma, “ It is Ok Aryan, sometimes you don’t have to get attention always. You can be Second also and it is not bad to be last. I always tell you this, and now also I am saying the same. As long as you are happy, it doesn’t matter if you are first or second.”
Aryan, “But I always want to be first Mamma”
Mamma, “Yes Aryan, you are my first kid. But for small small things you cannot be always first”
Infact I have the habit of doing everything first, If someone opens a biscuit packet, I need the biscuit first, if mamma wears a new dress, I also need to wear a new dress first……so many examples to quote.
Before, my mamma used to agree to my first tantrums most of the times, but now I guess she is saying that being second or last is better than first!!! She herself is confused. One confused soul she is!!!!!
Aryan: Mamma, I want water from first
Mamma: What does that mean?
Aryan: I will not tell you what it means, but I want water from first.
Mamma: I don’t understand you Aryan. Ok, I will give you from first.
Saying this, she went to kitchen, took another glass and poured new water and gave me.
Aryan fuming with anger: Go away, I want from first…..
I was very angry. I started crying or rather shrieking. My tantrums continued for 10 minutes ( According to my Mamma it is too much to shriek for 10 minutes)
By now, my papa couldn’t tolerate any more. He gave me two tights slaps…..that is it. I was fully silent. I stared at Papa and did not talk to anyone. I went to my bed.
My Mamma came behind me, wiped my tears and asked me very softly, “Aryan what do you mean by wanting water from first?”
I said, “It means, you should not talk to Papa, but talk to me more and give me water first….and be with me.” You didn’t give me water, when I asked. You were talking with papa…
Mamma (thinking), “There is no REWIND button in life my dear. How can I make him understand that, you cannot go back and think about the time gone?”
Mamma, “ It is Ok Aryan, sometimes you don’t have to get attention always. You can be Second also and it is not bad to be last. I always tell you this, and now also I am saying the same. As long as you are happy, it doesn’t matter if you are first or second.”
Aryan, “But I always want to be first Mamma”
Mamma, “Yes Aryan, you are my first kid. But for small small things you cannot be always first”
Infact I have the habit of doing everything first, If someone opens a biscuit packet, I need the biscuit first, if mamma wears a new dress, I also need to wear a new dress first……so many examples to quote.
Before, my mamma used to agree to my first tantrums most of the times, but now I guess she is saying that being second or last is better than first!!! She herself is confused. One confused soul she is!!!!!
Monday, June 28, 2010
Papa’s Birthday
It is Papa’s birthday today. I didn’t wish him in the morning. I was simply thinking about the balloons that mamma got for me. I was thinking that it is my birthday.
You know what; I have got a “J” factor associated with me. When I saw Papa wearing the new dress, which my mamma and Aayi got for him, this factor cropped in me. When I saw Papa looking good and charming while going to office, this factor cropped. When I saw my Mamma, putting Kumkum to Papa and doing Namaskaram (Bending down and touching feet) to him this factor cropped…
Atlast I declared, “Mamma today evening is my birthday. Get me new dress, sweets, blow balloons for me, put music, do namaskaram to me, and then we will cut cake…..”
Anyway just to pacify me and make me get ready for the school, she agreed. Hope she organizes this mini party for me.
By the way, the secret flowers that Mamma ordered for Papa on his birthday got delivered yesterday itself. Any comments on this goofy mamma?
You know what; I have got a “J” factor associated with me. When I saw Papa wearing the new dress, which my mamma and Aayi got for him, this factor cropped in me. When I saw Papa looking good and charming while going to office, this factor cropped. When I saw my Mamma, putting Kumkum to Papa and doing Namaskaram (Bending down and touching feet) to him this factor cropped…
Atlast I declared, “Mamma today evening is my birthday. Get me new dress, sweets, blow balloons for me, put music, do namaskaram to me, and then we will cut cake…..”
Anyway just to pacify me and make me get ready for the school, she agreed. Hope she organizes this mini party for me.
By the way, the secret flowers that Mamma ordered for Papa on his birthday got delivered yesterday itself. Any comments on this goofy mamma?
The Balloon Episode
Every Sunday, Balloon vendor comes to sell balloons. We have a look at his balloon collection from our balcony and decide on the one that I want. Then my Mamma gives me money. I climb down alone and give the money to him and get the balloon of my choice.
By looking at the balloon from balcony, my Mamma understands the cost of the balloon and gives me the exact amount.
This Sunday also he came. I wanted a small blue balloon. My mamma gave me Rs 5 and told me to go and get it.
When I went there, he said
“Tum jaho, Ek rupee kum hai. Balloon nahi hai” (You go, one rupee is less, so no balloon.)
Saying this he went away not giving me Balloon.
I felt very humiliated. I climbed upstairs crying. My Mamma and Papa ran down to talk to the Balloon vendor, but he was gone.
I cried for 10-20 minutes and my mamma pacified me somehow saying she will get more balloons in the evening.
The unanswered question that my Mamma has is:
“ Every Sunday we buy Balloons from him, even if the balloon rate has increased with the increased petroleum charges, the Balloon vendor should have told Aryan to call mamma and get more money, instead of saying No to a kid.”
But my papa thinks differently:
He says, It is OK Mamma, atleast you son will learn to cope with rejections and he will understand the value of money. Next time you give him money, he will think whether this is enough or not. With this example we will teach him the value of one rupee.”
But what I think and told Mamma after this episode is:
“Mamma, Balloon wala did not give me that small blue balloon that I wanted. Mamma, you buy that balloon for me. But from next time, we will not buy any balloons from the Balloon wala. We will go to shop and buy it directly.”
Which conclusion is better??
By looking at the balloon from balcony, my Mamma understands the cost of the balloon and gives me the exact amount.
This Sunday also he came. I wanted a small blue balloon. My mamma gave me Rs 5 and told me to go and get it.
When I went there, he said
“Tum jaho, Ek rupee kum hai. Balloon nahi hai” (You go, one rupee is less, so no balloon.)
Saying this he went away not giving me Balloon.
I felt very humiliated. I climbed upstairs crying. My Mamma and Papa ran down to talk to the Balloon vendor, but he was gone.
I cried for 10-20 minutes and my mamma pacified me somehow saying she will get more balloons in the evening.
The unanswered question that my Mamma has is:
“ Every Sunday we buy Balloons from him, even if the balloon rate has increased with the increased petroleum charges, the Balloon vendor should have told Aryan to call mamma and get more money, instead of saying No to a kid.”
But my papa thinks differently:
He says, It is OK Mamma, atleast you son will learn to cope with rejections and he will understand the value of money. Next time you give him money, he will think whether this is enough or not. With this example we will teach him the value of one rupee.”
But what I think and told Mamma after this episode is:
“Mamma, Balloon wala did not give me that small blue balloon that I wanted. Mamma, you buy that balloon for me. But from next time, we will not buy any balloons from the Balloon wala. We will go to shop and buy it directly.”
Which conclusion is better??
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Irritating Day
There are days when you wake up irritated and irritate others around you. Today was one such day. I was very annoyed. I cried for everything, right from brushing teeth till wearing my shoes. My mamma‘s mood also got changed alternatively seeing my behavior. At last she bribed me that she is going to get me one book today evening if I go to school without crying.
I was little pacified.
On the way to the pickup point,
Aryan, “You know why I was crying.”
Mamma, “No, Aryan unless you tell me I cannot understand much.”
Aryan, “I was crying because I get scared to go in School bus. It goes fast and I get scared that the street dogs would get hit by my school bus.”
Mamma, “Did you dream this yesterday?”
Aryan, “No Mamma. ”
Mamma, “Ok, nothing like that would happen. You hold tightly and sit.”
Aryan, “Why don’t I stay at home today?”
Mamma, “ Ahh..so that was the whole point. You want to be at home.”
Aryan, “Yes.”
Mamma, “But today is not a holiday, you go now and evening I will get a book for you.”
Aryan sadly, “ OKk…Mamma”
Hope she gets me a book .
I was little pacified.
On the way to the pickup point,
Aryan, “You know why I was crying.”
Mamma, “No, Aryan unless you tell me I cannot understand much.”
Aryan, “I was crying because I get scared to go in School bus. It goes fast and I get scared that the street dogs would get hit by my school bus.”
Mamma, “Did you dream this yesterday?”
Aryan, “No Mamma. ”
Mamma, “Ok, nothing like that would happen. You hold tightly and sit.”
Aryan, “Why don’t I stay at home today?”
Mamma, “ Ahh..so that was the whole point. You want to be at home.”
Aryan, “Yes.”
Mamma, “But today is not a holiday, you go now and evening I will get a book for you.”
Aryan sadly, “ OKk…Mamma”
Hope she gets me a book .
Monday, June 14, 2010
Day 2
My first day at new school was memorable. After getting down from school bus, we had snacks time, where everyone ate their packed snacks.
I played a lot with sandpit and construction toys.
In the classroom, when they called my name; I was simply sitting.
The teacher told me that, whenever she calls me, I should acknowledge her by saying, “Yes, Madam”. Then I went near to her and she gave me my ID card, with Tigger tiger picture on it. I am in Tigger team.
I ate little food, as it was spicy. (I told my Mamma, to tell them to give me curd rice from tomorrow. Hope she tells and hope they listen)
After food, it was nap time. Everyone needs to take their own pillow and bed sheet and sleep for an hour. I think, I also slept…not sure….
The whole school is like one Jungle. We have ducks, aquariums, lots of animal pictures, and also ocean of kids around me…..
When it was time to leave, the kids boarded the school bus. I was waiting for my Mom. She came and picked me from school and I was glad to see her.
Now, at home I tend to play role play with my Mom. I, by default become the teacher and she a student - meekly listening to me.
Swaram Akka.... when you plan to come home, be prepared to be my student, OK?
I played a lot with sandpit and construction toys.
In the classroom, when they called my name; I was simply sitting.
The teacher told me that, whenever she calls me, I should acknowledge her by saying, “Yes, Madam”. Then I went near to her and she gave me my ID card, with Tigger tiger picture on it. I am in Tigger team.
I ate little food, as it was spicy. (I told my Mamma, to tell them to give me curd rice from tomorrow. Hope she tells and hope they listen)
After food, it was nap time. Everyone needs to take their own pillow and bed sheet and sleep for an hour. I think, I also slept…not sure….
The whole school is like one Jungle. We have ducks, aquariums, lots of animal pictures, and also ocean of kids around me…..
When it was time to leave, the kids boarded the school bus. I was waiting for my Mom. She came and picked me from school and I was glad to see her.
Now, at home I tend to play role play with my Mom. I, by default become the teacher and she a student - meekly listening to me.
Swaram Akka.... when you plan to come home, be prepared to be my student, OK?
Sunday, June 13, 2010
First Day
Today I got up very early, around 5:30 A. M. I was pretty much excited about my new school. I could neither eat breakfast properly nor do potty because of my excitement. I was ready by 7.
My school bus was supposed to come at 8:10. Me, Aayi, and my Mom were standing at the pickup point from 8 A.M. The mainroad was inundated with school buses. I patiently waited for my bus.
When it came, I boarded the bus, went and sat on a corner seat. I didn't even look at my Mom and Aayi. Actually I had already forgotten about them in midst of my excitement!!!!
My mom must be surprised and must be blabbering to aayi about my behaviour. Hope she understands that; I am grown up boy now and I can fend myself in any new environment!!
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Updates
It was so nice of Kanagu anna and my other blog friends for constantly reminding my mamma of her laziness. She likes to hibernate. She not only remains disloyal to my blog, but also doesn’t read any blogs. She keeps me oblivious of the blogosphere. Anyway how much I can crib about my Mamma? Leave it!!!
Regarding my Nagpur trip— It was a fantastic vacation. Most of the times, I was busy playing with my cousins. I am the only boy in midst of three girls. So I learned to talk Hindi with feminine tense.
Now I say, “Mein Karungi”, instead of “Mein Karunga”. So my Mamma is teasing me by calling me a girl. Let her do whatever she wants. Who cares!!!
Another huge change in my life is about my new school, Chirec.
My grant entry into the school will be on June 14th. Last week my Mamma and Papa went and met my class teacher.
As usual my Mamma is more excited about my school than me.
She is asking one hundred questions one hundred times:
“Aryan, will school go in the school bus without crying? Will you be brave to talk to new faces? Will you tell them when you want to do potty? Will you talk with other kids?”
She is getting butterflies in her stomach, thinking about my first day AT SCHOOL. Poor old creature, she got used to taking tension.
Anyway I will not go to new school, if she doesn’t get me NEW bag and a pair of shoes.
I am more excited about the new school, because of the following reasons:
1.I like to wear BLUE school uniform.
2.I like to board the school bus and go to school like a big boy.
3.I like to feed ducks. The school campus has a duck pond, with three ducks in it. I am excited when I think about feeding those ducks.
Regarding my Nagpur trip— It was a fantastic vacation. Most of the times, I was busy playing with my cousins. I am the only boy in midst of three girls. So I learned to talk Hindi with feminine tense.
Now I say, “Mein Karungi”, instead of “Mein Karunga”. So my Mamma is teasing me by calling me a girl. Let her do whatever she wants. Who cares!!!
Another huge change in my life is about my new school, Chirec.
My grant entry into the school will be on June 14th. Last week my Mamma and Papa went and met my class teacher.
As usual my Mamma is more excited about my school than me.
She is asking one hundred questions one hundred times:
“Aryan, will school go in the school bus without crying? Will you be brave to talk to new faces? Will you tell them when you want to do potty? Will you talk with other kids?”
She is getting butterflies in her stomach, thinking about my first day AT SCHOOL. Poor old creature, she got used to taking tension.
Anyway I will not go to new school, if she doesn’t get me NEW bag and a pair of shoes.
I am more excited about the new school, because of the following reasons:
1.I like to wear BLUE school uniform.
2.I like to board the school bus and go to school like a big boy.
3.I like to feed ducks. The school campus has a duck pond, with three ducks in it. I am excited when I think about feeding those ducks.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Happy Mother's Day
With my wonder 6 summer camp initiative, I made a card for my mamma on mother's day.
Thanks to the Wonder6 summer camp team. Recently they have launched their Website and it is pretty cool. All those who wanted to know more about my school, here it goes: Wonder6
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Beautiful Blogger, AM I?
Once in a while I keep getting awards. This time, it was from Swaram akka. I think this award is floating around the whole blog world, but let me give it to my special friends:
Deeps aunty —For giving me sweet hugs and Umma.
Kanagu anna —For agreeing to be my student and learn Hindi from me.
Preeti Mommy —For making sure that she comes back to full fledged blogging soon.
Kavya’s Mom — For my lovely friend Kavya and her special antics…
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
5 Point Tags
Shilpa Akka tagged me and here goes the tag.
5 Gloriously Horrifyingly Dumb Movies:
Kurban—No fighting and no action. I did not understand anything; expect I liked the song Shukar allah. I asked my mom so many times, when the movie will get over. She gave one whack and made me sleep!!!
Ajab Prem Ki Gajab Khani—I couldn’t even tell the full movie name. So boring so boring. I was bugging my Mom so much that she got some Popcorns and for the rest of the movie I kept my jaws busy. From this episode I came to know that, the task of eating popcorn is tedious as your jaws pain after you eat the whole packet…
Raan —The dumbest movie I have ever seen. After all why my mamma and papa take me for such movie??? Readers, please tell them to think before they take me for a movie
Karthik calling Karthik—Why, why, why on earth I get to see no action movies!!!! And for this special movie, my Papa got a separate movie ticket for me. I sat on the seat, but couldn’t see anything. I liked the songs though.
Ttaan ta daa …..ta da ta da…—Well, I should not pronounce the name of this movie, it is censored. Readers, did you guess the movie name? Well in this movie, I could only see fighting fighting fighting, but still none of them died fast. Though it was action packed, I didn’t like it. I need some fast Hollywood kind of actions.
Now, I would like to list the movies I enjoyed (though not a part of the tag)
Blue—To see some aquatic animals
Luck—Saw some parachute actions and train blasting towards the end.
All the best—Racing car part was the best in “All the best” movie.
Prince—A super duper action packed movie. I watched the whole movie.
5 accessories you can create out of food
My mom makes Lady’s finger mountain. She cuts the lady’s fingers head and place it in my hand and I carry the mountain in my hand like hanuman
My Mom makes carrot ring and cucumber bangle for me. She thinks me to be a girl or what?
My mom gives me drumsticks to beat my toy drum.
5 places where you won’t be seen dead at
Dead, what do you mean by that?
5 people you’d love to hit, anytime, anywhere
My mom, My mom, My Mom, My Mom, My Mom…Not that I have five Moms, but she is the one with whom I can express my anger and love….so she has got this honors to get my beatings.
5 things you’d do to scare anybody
I scare papa, by showing him a lizard
I scare mamma, by being angry with her.
I scare my Patti, by not talking to her
I scare my giraffe toy, with a stick
I scare the entire household by creating tantrums…..:-)
Now time to tag others. Tagging anyone who likes to do it. Bloggers, if you feel like doing this interesting tag, please take this and let me know once done.
5 Gloriously Horrifyingly Dumb Movies:
Kurban—No fighting and no action. I did not understand anything; expect I liked the song Shukar allah. I asked my mom so many times, when the movie will get over. She gave one whack and made me sleep!!!
Ajab Prem Ki Gajab Khani—I couldn’t even tell the full movie name. So boring so boring. I was bugging my Mom so much that she got some Popcorns and for the rest of the movie I kept my jaws busy. From this episode I came to know that, the task of eating popcorn is tedious as your jaws pain after you eat the whole packet…
Raan —The dumbest movie I have ever seen. After all why my mamma and papa take me for such movie??? Readers, please tell them to think before they take me for a movie
Karthik calling Karthik—Why, why, why on earth I get to see no action movies!!!! And for this special movie, my Papa got a separate movie ticket for me. I sat on the seat, but couldn’t see anything. I liked the songs though.
Ttaan ta daa …..ta da ta da…—Well, I should not pronounce the name of this movie, it is censored. Readers, did you guess the movie name? Well in this movie, I could only see fighting fighting fighting, but still none of them died fast. Though it was action packed, I didn’t like it. I need some fast Hollywood kind of actions.
Now, I would like to list the movies I enjoyed (though not a part of the tag)
Blue—To see some aquatic animals
Luck—Saw some parachute actions and train blasting towards the end.
All the best—Racing car part was the best in “All the best” movie.
Prince—A super duper action packed movie. I watched the whole movie.
5 accessories you can create out of food
My mom makes Lady’s finger mountain. She cuts the lady’s fingers head and place it in my hand and I carry the mountain in my hand like hanuman
My Mom makes carrot ring and cucumber bangle for me. She thinks me to be a girl or what?
My mom gives me drumsticks to beat my toy drum.
5 places where you won’t be seen dead at
Dead, what do you mean by that?
5 people you’d love to hit, anytime, anywhere
My mom, My mom, My Mom, My Mom, My Mom…Not that I have five Moms, but she is the one with whom I can express my anger and love….so she has got this honors to get my beatings.
5 things you’d do to scare anybody
I scare papa, by showing him a lizard
I scare mamma, by being angry with her.
I scare my Patti, by not talking to her
I scare my giraffe toy, with a stick
I scare the entire household by creating tantrums…..:-)
Now time to tag others. Tagging anyone who likes to do it. Bloggers, if you feel like doing this interesting tag, please take this and let me know once done.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Three Letters
Mamma: I am keeping this USB drive in your bag. Can you please tell your Madam to copy your school photos in this?
Aryan: What Mamma, what did you say; ABC?
Mamma: No Aryan, it is a Pen Drive for storing pictures and other files.
Aryan: What Mamma, what is Pen drive?
Mamma: Ok, Aryan, leave it. Just remember THREE letters “USB”.
Aryan at night, before sleeping: Mamma, today I gave that three letters to teacher, but she did not give it back.
Mamma: It is ok, she told she will copy the photos and give tomorrow.
Aryan: Copy? What is Copy?
Mamma (thinking) : Oh, I have Saturn in my mouth. Why on the hell I told him all these stuffs!!!!!
Aryan: Ok, what is that three letters? ABC?
Mamma: No Aryan, it is USB.
Aryan: Ok, tomorrow I will go to school and get back those three letters.
Hoping to get those three precious letters, I got ready early and went to school on time today!.
Aryan: What Mamma, what did you say; ABC?
Mamma: No Aryan, it is a Pen Drive for storing pictures and other files.
Aryan: What Mamma, what is Pen drive?
Mamma: Ok, Aryan, leave it. Just remember THREE letters “USB”.
Aryan at night, before sleeping: Mamma, today I gave that three letters to teacher, but she did not give it back.
Mamma: It is ok, she told she will copy the photos and give tomorrow.
Aryan: Copy? What is Copy?
Mamma (thinking) : Oh, I have Saturn in my mouth. Why on the hell I told him all these stuffs!!!!!
Aryan: Ok, what is that three letters? ABC?
Mamma: No Aryan, it is USB.
Aryan: Ok, tomorrow I will go to school and get back those three letters.
Hoping to get those three precious letters, I got ready early and went to school on time today!.
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.
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
Aryan: GIRRAFFE…
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?
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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.
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Aryan: Peacock
Mamma: Good, now name the National Flower and National Game
Aryan: Lotus and Hockey
Mamma: Fine, Now name the National Animal
Aryan: GIRRAFFE…
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?
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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.
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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”.
Conversation
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!!!
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”.
Conversation
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!!!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Shiridi Trip
Weekend was hectic as we went a place called Shiridi for Sai Baba’s Dharshan.
Saturday morning we went to my friend, Mohits’ house. We had lunch there and I played a lot with my friend. At 3 :30 PM we came home. Our train was at 6:10 Pm. Papa left the house at 4 P M as he had to collect the tickets one hr before. Mamma was busy cooking the night food and feeding me evening snacks. As usual we got late.
We left home are 5:15 and caught an auto. But Hyderabad traffic was at its best and we got late. Mamma was so tensed that she was almost about to cry and thought that we would miss the train.
I told her, “ Mamma don’t worry, papa got the tickets and he can stop the train. He has supreme power!!!”
Mamma: “I wish he had.”
Somehow we reached at 6:07 PM and sat inside the train.
The next day we went and stood in the Dharshan queue.It was 11 A M. Then we got to know that till 1 PM they would not allow inside. We came from the queue and had lunch, then again at 1:30 P M went and stood. We stood for almost three and half hours and at last at 5 PM , we got dharshan. Well, my mamma and papa was holding me and I didn’t had to stand in the queue.
Saibaba was so big and filled with flowers, but I didn’t understand anything as I was squeezed and pushed.
Night we caught another train and reached Hyderabad on Monday morning. But my stomach was upset from Sunday night. Because of stomach upset I had to poop 5 times during my train travel. My mom was extremely irritated and she was nagging and shouting at me. She even said that she is not going to give me any food till we reach home.
I told her, “Don’t be angry with me. It is Ok Mamma, sometimes it happens.”
Can anyone tell my Mom that "when to poop and when not to poop is beyond my control"?
Edited to Add: Forgot to mention about two akkas and one mama whom we met during our train travel. It was fun talking to them. One Akka even told me that she would take me an exhibition on 26th. I asked my mom on 26th morning about it, but my mom choose not to answer....
Saturday morning we went to my friend, Mohits’ house. We had lunch there and I played a lot with my friend. At 3 :30 PM we came home. Our train was at 6:10 Pm. Papa left the house at 4 P M as he had to collect the tickets one hr before. Mamma was busy cooking the night food and feeding me evening snacks. As usual we got late.
We left home are 5:15 and caught an auto. But Hyderabad traffic was at its best and we got late. Mamma was so tensed that she was almost about to cry and thought that we would miss the train.
I told her, “ Mamma don’t worry, papa got the tickets and he can stop the train. He has supreme power!!!”
Mamma: “I wish he had.”
Somehow we reached at 6:07 PM and sat inside the train.
The next day we went and stood in the Dharshan queue.It was 11 A M. Then we got to know that till 1 PM they would not allow inside. We came from the queue and had lunch, then again at 1:30 P M went and stood. We stood for almost three and half hours and at last at 5 PM , we got dharshan. Well, my mamma and papa was holding me and I didn’t had to stand in the queue.
Saibaba was so big and filled with flowers, but I didn’t understand anything as I was squeezed and pushed.
Night we caught another train and reached Hyderabad on Monday morning. But my stomach was upset from Sunday night. Because of stomach upset I had to poop 5 times during my train travel. My mom was extremely irritated and she was nagging and shouting at me. She even said that she is not going to give me any food till we reach home.
I told her, “Don’t be angry with me. It is Ok Mamma, sometimes it happens.”
Can anyone tell my Mom that "when to poop and when not to poop is beyond my control"?
Edited to Add: Forgot to mention about two akkas and one mama whom we met during our train travel. It was fun talking to them. One Akka even told me that she would take me an exhibition on 26th. I asked my mom on 26th morning about it, but my mom choose not to answer....
Friday, January 15, 2010
I am back.
Me and my mamma went to Trivandrum, my Mom’s native place.
On Jan 1st I reached chitti patti’s house at Coimbatore by 10 A M. I played with Chittappa and Ramya akka. By Afternoon Mamma’s shopping saga started and I accompanied her. On our way back home chittappa got some ice-creams. I took the honors of holding them. When I was about to enter the house, the vegetable vendor asked me to give one ice-cream to him. I was confused. I went near to him. He asked me again. I slowly took one and gave it to him along with an ice-cream stick.
My mamma was happy for this and she said that I should continue to share with others. Well, she doesn’t understand that; Not all the time, I like to share………
Evening we went to Marudhamalai temple and at night took a train to Trivandrum.
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At Trivandrum, Chella patti, thatha, kuttu mamma, Achu akka, Kannan anna, Deepa mami, everyone were waiting for my arrival. Soon my periyamma joined us from Chennai. Altogether it was so much fun.
My periyamma plays with me a lot and thus I named her “Fun periyamma”.
Going to temple and visiting relatives were our main tasks. Not that exciting for me, but for my Mamma, yes it was exciting.
But Kuttu mamma’s house visit was fun. I saw two cats named “Kunju and Chakki”. I was busy running behind them and also playing with Achu akka and Kannan anna.
At night, suddenly I woke up.
Aryan: “Mamma, Where is Kunja cat, is it outside the house?”
Mamma: “Yes.”
Aryan: “Mamma, Where is Chakki cat, is it outside?”
Mamma: “Yes Aryan, you sleep now.”
Aryan in a scary tone: “Mamma, then which cat is this?”
Mamma: “No, there is not cat here.”
Aryan: “Can you please look here?”
Mamma: ahhhh….yes, how did this cat come here?
My Mamma sleeps like a log, she didn’t even realize that a cat came inside the house. You see how much I should take care of my Mamma.
The next day my Mamma’s school best friend, with whom she studied for 12 yrs dropped in along with her husband. They are meeting after 10 yrs….You can imagine how much they must have talked!!!!! I also did my little talking part with them and they gifted me a giraffe…Thanks to them and to this blog, by which they know that I love giraffe….:-)
On my Mom’s birthday, we went to beach. My periyamma had got me a sand castle toy. Almost for two hours we were at the beach making sand castles. Initially I was scared of water, but later on I wanted to jump and swim in the sea!!!!
Days passed so fast….and it was time to pack my things. I felt sad leaving them, but no choice.
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When returning back to Hyderabad there was a break journey at Chennai, At Chennai Airport, I was feeling very tired and sleepy. I saw one empty chair. I went and sat on it.
Then I asked my Mamma: “Mamma, where will you sit?”
Mamma: “I will stand, you sit. It is fine with me.”
Then I got down from my chair and went near to a man who was sitting one chair away from me. Some bags were kept in the chair next to me.
Aryan: Uncle, Can you please keep this bag down and give space for my Mamma to sit?
Uncle: He smiled and he removed the bags.
He himself got up and told us to sit. Thanks to him. Somehow I secured a seat for my Mamma also.
After 12 days we reached hyd……..
On Jan 1st I reached chitti patti’s house at Coimbatore by 10 A M. I played with Chittappa and Ramya akka. By Afternoon Mamma’s shopping saga started and I accompanied her. On our way back home chittappa got some ice-creams. I took the honors of holding them. When I was about to enter the house, the vegetable vendor asked me to give one ice-cream to him. I was confused. I went near to him. He asked me again. I slowly took one and gave it to him along with an ice-cream stick.
My mamma was happy for this and she said that I should continue to share with others. Well, she doesn’t understand that; Not all the time, I like to share………
Evening we went to Marudhamalai temple and at night took a train to Trivandrum.
______________________________________________________________
At Trivandrum, Chella patti, thatha, kuttu mamma, Achu akka, Kannan anna, Deepa mami, everyone were waiting for my arrival. Soon my periyamma joined us from Chennai. Altogether it was so much fun.
My periyamma plays with me a lot and thus I named her “Fun periyamma”.
Going to temple and visiting relatives were our main tasks. Not that exciting for me, but for my Mamma, yes it was exciting.
But Kuttu mamma’s house visit was fun. I saw two cats named “Kunju and Chakki”. I was busy running behind them and also playing with Achu akka and Kannan anna.
At night, suddenly I woke up.
Aryan: “Mamma, Where is Kunja cat, is it outside the house?”
Mamma: “Yes.”
Aryan: “Mamma, Where is Chakki cat, is it outside?”
Mamma: “Yes Aryan, you sleep now.”
Aryan in a scary tone: “Mamma, then which cat is this?”
Mamma: “No, there is not cat here.”
Aryan: “Can you please look here?”
Mamma: ahhhh….yes, how did this cat come here?
My Mamma sleeps like a log, she didn’t even realize that a cat came inside the house. You see how much I should take care of my Mamma.
The next day my Mamma’s school best friend, with whom she studied for 12 yrs dropped in along with her husband. They are meeting after 10 yrs….You can imagine how much they must have talked!!!!! I also did my little talking part with them and they gifted me a giraffe…Thanks to them and to this blog, by which they know that I love giraffe….:-)
On my Mom’s birthday, we went to beach. My periyamma had got me a sand castle toy. Almost for two hours we were at the beach making sand castles. Initially I was scared of water, but later on I wanted to jump and swim in the sea!!!!
Days passed so fast….and it was time to pack my things. I felt sad leaving them, but no choice.
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When returning back to Hyderabad there was a break journey at Chennai, At Chennai Airport, I was feeling very tired and sleepy. I saw one empty chair. I went and sat on it.
Then I asked my Mamma: “Mamma, where will you sit?”
Mamma: “I will stand, you sit. It is fine with me.”
Then I got down from my chair and went near to a man who was sitting one chair away from me. Some bags were kept in the chair next to me.
Aryan: Uncle, Can you please keep this bag down and give space for my Mamma to sit?
Uncle: He smiled and he removed the bags.
He himself got up and told us to sit. Thanks to him. Somehow I secured a seat for my Mamma also.
After 12 days we reached hyd……..
Monday, December 28, 2009
Me and my Mamma-Part 3
Aryan : Mamma, can you please wear another dress.
Mamma: Why?
Aryan: I don’t like the color of this dress.
Mamma: It is ok, I am not changing now.
Aryan: Then I am “katti” with you; I am not talking with you now.
Papa: Mamma, his girlfriend is going to have a tough time!!!!
Aryan: Mamma, why do you always cook?
Mamma: Who else will cook Aryan?
Aryan: Can you please tell Papa to cook?
Aryan while peeing: Mamma, when you do your Shoo Shoo..I will NOT stand near to you like this and disturb you.
Mamma: ahhh…Ok I am standing outside. Just make sure you flush.
Aryan: Yes, I will do that.
Mamma silently goes out of the rest room……
Mamma needs to wake up and understand that I am no longer an infant....
Mamma: Why?
Aryan: I don’t like the color of this dress.
Mamma: It is ok, I am not changing now.
Aryan: Then I am “katti” with you; I am not talking with you now.
Papa: Mamma, his girlfriend is going to have a tough time!!!!
Aryan: Mamma, why do you always cook?
Mamma: Who else will cook Aryan?
Aryan: Can you please tell Papa to cook?
Aryan while peeing: Mamma, when you do your Shoo Shoo..I will NOT stand near to you like this and disturb you.
Mamma: ahhh…Ok I am standing outside. Just make sure you flush.
Aryan: Yes, I will do that.
Mamma silently goes out of the rest room……
Mamma needs to wake up and understand that I am no longer an infant....
Monday, December 21, 2009
Party time!!!
My Mamma is the cruelest creature in this world.
In the morning, I asked one hundred times: Are u also going to be with me for my Christmas Party.
She said: “Yes” and made me get ready.
Now when we reached school:
She said, “Let us ask the teacher whether I can be in”.
Slowly in a sham manner with sign languages she asked my teacher, she dropped me, and went away somewhere with my papa…
Holidays are only for them or what?
I cried my level best....no use. Somehow, later on Sujatha madam pacified me.
She is indeed a baa shiii…..
In the morning, I asked one hundred times: Are u also going to be with me for my Christmas Party.
She said: “Yes” and made me get ready.
Now when we reached school:
She said, “Let us ask the teacher whether I can be in”.
Slowly in a sham manner with sign languages she asked my teacher, she dropped me, and went away somewhere with my papa…
Holidays are only for them or what?
I cried my level best....no use. Somehow, later on Sujatha madam pacified me.
She is indeed a baa shiii…..
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