Wednesday, 21 June 2017

The Picture Frame that went Whoosh!

For years now Aadi and I have believed, and experienced in a way, a spirit of some kind in our room in Jaipur.

Process that and lets move on...

Yes, something spooky something ghost like and yes we still sleep in that room. 

Over the years, they have done a few pujas in the room and even placed a picture of a God that helps keep the space, well, safe. 

So in our very cool Santorini inspired bedroom, there is a small picture frame of a God!! 

What kind of experiences you ask? 

Well, every time we come back here from bombay, the room has this very dense feel. Its not the typical, this room has been closed up for  a while kind of dense empty feeling. Because its never really closed up, and Granny always ensures she opens up the curtains and clears out and cleans up our space before we come. 

But some weird dense feeling exists. And once we move in, that feeling shifts to our bathroom. 

I remember initially, overtime I would enter the room and I would say out loud 

"We are here for a few days, can you please go away" and I would put on all the lights of the room. 

Days when I visit alone with Siddy, the nights he sleeps down are the worst for me. I keep the walk in closet light on, as it spills over into the bedroom a little and keep the tv on till very late, some nights the tv would end up staying on all night. 

This one night I remember, when Siddy was sleeping with me, I woke up bang in the middle of the night and felt something two inches from my face. The walk in light was on, but I jumped out of bed and put on one more light in the room, prayed and fell asleep. 

Going to the loo is tough at nights... I hate it. I literally run out of the bathroom and get into bed. 

I remember when I would wake up in the middle of the nights to feed Siddy, I couldn't put on any big lights, so I had my small night lamp on... It was already so spooky and suddenly in the middle of his feed, he would look up at the ceiling smile and wave. 

hmmmmmmmm. 

A new mom on very little sleep with full knowledge of there already being something weird in her room, now has her little baby smile and wave. 

Now over the years, I have kind of made peace with this feeling of something being there. We even joke about it and tell people about it but there is never any real fear towards it. Its there and we are there and its all ok. 

Until. 

Two days ago Siddy and I are chilling in the room in the middle of the afternoon and he says

" What a silly picture na mumma ?" Pointing to the God's picture.

" Why Siddy?"

"How it moves on its on na?"

You know as I do, this boy of mine has a very active imagination. So I simply say 

" Siddy that picture isn't silly and it can't move on its own"

" But it does I saw"

"Saw what?"

"The other night, it just went whoosh to the side"

And I'll leave you with that and sixth sense. 





Sunday, 11 June 2017

The best compliment ever!

So we are off to Jaipur. All packed up and in our cab.

I worry because we have so many little stops, I have to pick up a jacket from my tailor, and most importantly I need to pick up the yummiest cake for the hubby's birthday. So basically its a super long drive from home to bandra to the international airport for our Jet flight. 

I sat in the front, since I'm trying to keep a little distance from the bumbling, and he sat at the back with the nanny.

Now all through the drive he had a million questions:

What is this, what is that, who made that building, what is that building..

Is it going to rain, is that cloud full of rain since its so black, how does it rain,

What is that thing on the building, what is an antenna, but I thought satellites were only up in space,

How come this aunty makes cakes from her house, doesn't she need to have a bakery shop, isn't it amazing then mumma that she makes them from home..

and each question to the best of my knowledge I kept answering. Simplifying things so that he gets it, giving him examples of things that he can relate to so that he understands. If I didn't know something, I would tell him honestly, baby I'm not sure, but I can check and let you know.

Once we picked up the cake and got back into the car, he tells the driver " please ab airport le lena bhaiya"

"Which airport would you like to go to sir"

"The international airport please"

"Sure Sir"

"Actually, we are going to jaipur bhaiyya, but this jet flight that we take is the only one that goes from the international airport"

"Oh ok Sir"

Yup! Thats the conversation, in good english on both their parts, between the driver and siddy!

When we reached the airport, the driver, Shoeb, asked me how old Siddy was.

"He's Four"

"What great questions he asks at four ma'am. He's a very smart child"

"Thank you! yes, he's a very curious kid"

"He is because of you ma'am. you answer his questions so patiently without getting irritated at all. Thats why he is happy to ask more and more questions. I see some mothers who ask the child the stop asking them questions because they don't want to answer them and they get annoyed with child. I feel the children will one day then just stop asking questions which is just not good."

"Thank you"

My cheeks are red blushing now.... to be complimented on being a good parent- nothing can match that. Not how good you look, how smart you are, how well you run your business.

To be told you are raising a good, intelligent kid who doesn't fear asking questions- nothing can beat that. Its the best compliment ever!

I thank Shoeb and give him a five star rating, not just for the compliment but also for being so patient with us and my many little stops!








Tuesday, 6 June 2017

Playground Problems!

So today was that day I always knew would come.

The day the big kids would gather around me to tell me that little Siddy was too small to play with them. 

Luckily no one used the word Kaccha Nimbu! Ok my nasty mum did... but the kids didn't... 

That word has some pretty scarring memories for me.... I was the queen of being a kaccha nimbu... last one to be picked, first one to be made out. Of course to be honest, I'm awful at most outdoorsy things, you throw a ball at me and I will not catch it. I just won't. I don't care if I have lost the last point of your silly game and made you loose a "really close" match.. I don't catch. Period. And I don't run, don't bat, don't cycle. But thats doesn't mean I feel less bad about not being involved. 

Anyhoo......... Back to today. 

I drove back from the gym and as soon as I parked, around 6 kids came up to me "Aunty Aunty" 

cringe cringe. 

"yes?" 

"Aunty siddy is too small and he runs too slow so he can't play with us."

Just then I see this super tiny super adorable little face, heartbroken, coming towards me. 

" Aunty when its his den he is too slow to catch us and when its our den he's too easy to catch" 

"And he's telling us we have no choice but to play with him" (Got to give it to my kid for that!!!)

So I say " How about you'll let it be his den for a minute, if he hasn't caught anyone you'll make it someone else's den. And if its someone else's den, don't catch him... just let him run around with you'll"

Long faces... except one! The one that matters most to me. 

So I come up feeling rather proud of myself.. only to be followed by my little one looking really upset.

"I'm so angry mumma" 

And my heart just crushes. 

"They can't not play with me na mumma. It's not fair"

I give him a super big hug and explain to him that this always happens, the younger kids always get kind of pushed around by the older ones, and when those younger ones grow up they think its ok to do that to other younger kids. 

He's still upset so I tell him we'll do something fun today and to not feel bad. 

So he goes off for his shower and I... I start getting upset. My little boy... my baby... his heart is broken, crushed.... how could they say no? 

They could easily have done this: when its his den after a minute someone purposely get out and when its someone else's den they could pretend to catch him but not for a few turns...I mean they could have done so many things to involve him.

But boys.. they really are kinda insensitive... and I don't mean it in a bad way. Its just the same principle of how your husband will not think twice to say " ya your arms do look a little big" when you ask him if you have got fat. He doesn't mean to be mean, he's just giving an honest opinion. 

Yes Siddy is tiny and he doesn't run as fast as the bigger kids. Its a fact. 

But what you gonna do?

What I did do was get some ice cream... gave him a bunch of fun sprinkles to toss over it and played his favourite music and watched him dance!!!

Now I have to admit, when I asked him if I should call this other boy from the building, a two year old, he suddenly went " No mumma, he's too small. He can't play my games" 

Ah a learning moment!!

"See baby... how you feel a boy younger than you may not be able to play your games, boys older than you think that about you. So maybe you give the younger boys a chance and hopefully the older boys will give you on too"










Thursday, 1 June 2017

His First Joke

About a year ago, we were all sitting at the table.... eating dinner and chatting when he put his hand up and said

" wait I want to tell you all something" (yes he's three)

So we quiet down and look at him,

" I na, was singing tunga tunga to amaira and amaira found it funny so she started laughing only..... ( and he starts laughing his infectious laugh), wasn't that a funny joke mumma?!"

ha ha ha!!! I didn't have the heart to tell him it was a funny anecdote because he really wanted it to be his first joke!

ok so you might not totally get this... google tunga tunga... its a punjabi song... and siddy's current favourite.... it brings out the inner sikh in him....

and the fact that we laugh when he sings it... (because can you imagine him singing "tunga tunga da saund karda"?!!!) he realised it was something funny so he either made up this story or maybe it really happened .... but the fact that he wanted to tell it to us like he was telling us a joke was just hilarious!!!





Little Stories-3

Story One:

We are walking down our lane looking for an auto, when I see siddy looking up at he sky and smiling!

Why are you smiling? 

I'm smiling at the sun...

(Confused) why? 

So the sun makes me strong mumma, and because he can't talk I can't say thank you to him and he can't say welcome.. so I'm just smiling at him! 

Story Two:

We were in the states just done with Disney land... and even though he never asked for any toy or gift despite coming into a toy store after every single ride.. I was just fed up with gift shops. 

This one afternoon towards the end of the trip, we were at the national history museum in New York and while the guys were buying tickets, a friend of mine, him and I were walking around when we spotted a gift shop and she said come lets take a stroll. 

Before entering I said to him ' we are just going to walk around... no shopping' and he goes ok mumma.

We go in and walk around , and at one point my friend calls him excitedly ' siddy come see this' 

While walking towards her he says ' I can come and see it..but I can't buy it ok' 

Hmmmmmmm!!!! 

I've never seen more shocked looking people! 

Story Three:

We've put siddy in capoeira classes! 

We tried gymnastics and capoeira and he really enjoyed the capoeira...

And he's a blast to watch in class... at home we are, well like every new parent have been, very particular about him jumping from too high, tumbling rolling and everything and anything that can lead to him getting hurt (yes yes we are over protective parents- another day another story) 

So anyway, at this class he's allowed to do it all and he's loving it! 

Now because it's the summer holidays, a lot of times there are just 2-3 kids in class..

Yesterday it was just him and this other girl, who was annoyingly uninterested in the class. So at the end, when the little girl had left ten minutes before class ended, the coach decided to teach siddy the capoeira song. 

It was fun watching him sing along! 

At one point he goes, now I'll sing you a song 

So the coach says "sure" 

But you have to guess it 

Ok 

It starts the with letter k ( he made the sound ka) 

Hmmmmmm... I don't know can you help me? 

No you guess. 

After attempting a few names " can you please tell me the song?" 

Ok I'll tell you in your ears ( and then he says quite loudly) it starts with an L 

By now I'm ready to pack him off and rescue his poor coach. 

Finally the coach remembers he liked Coldplay and guessed Coldplay and siddy was like ya ya  correct ka for cold play! 

Anyway so now he must sing the song. 

The night has started and it's Friday night and the party is just beginning....

And something something along these nights of a Friday night party!!!! 

 I just wanted to vanish into thin air!!!! 



Loose that tummy!!!

Ok so yes.. maybe I do need to loose some weight.. especially around that belly!

So for that I have recently joined a gym... much much against my choice.. but then I realised I don't have any choice left.. my little  one is no more little, he's 4.. which means for 4 years I have taken it too lightly...

After joining of course there have been lots of talks at home between hubby and me about workouts and food and things to do to loose that tummy... not realising big ears is listening in...

The not so funny, funny incident happened a few days ago when I went to drop him off to school.. I was dressed for the gym as the plan was to drop him and go directly there.

Now the new routine is we take him a little early and while the kids play us moms and dads chat till the bell rings.

So this is what we were doing that day... chatting about our over smart kids.. when the bell rang. Our kids came to us for a hug and a kiss.. and when I said by to siddy he goes

"Bye mumma... now go to the gym and loose that tunmy"

😳

Yikes.


Wednesday, 15 March 2017

His 'Office Friends'!!!

I grew up watching this hilarious movie called Drop Dead Fred... have you seen it? Its about a little girl who has an imaginary friend... and he's quite a nutcase.... makes her make a mess and behave badly.. and then he comes back to her once she's grown up too.. and continues to do that... while helping her fight her rather annoying mother (hmmmmmm!!!!)

So I used to love this movie and had some imaginary friends of my own... To be honest though I don't remember any names or anything about them...

I wish I did... So instead I shall put down all of my little bumbling's imaginary friend's names and everything about them... so that one day when he thinks back about them (maybe when his own kid has them!!!) I will be able to show him this!

So his best friends are Pete and Joe. Yes we have firang friends... I don't know why but we do!

And they are his office friends.

One day a few months ago I asked him to do something and he says " I can't mumma I have to go to office"

"ok... where is office?"

"Right here" and he walks to the kitchen door, where he has placed a little chair and has a book in hand that is his laptop!

"oh wow siddy... thats a really cool office. what do you do there?"

"very important work mumma with my office friends"

and then he goes on to introduce me to Pete and Joe.

Subsequently I have been shushed while he is on the phone with his office friend talking about some very important work thing and taken to office to work with him several times!

If a school friend asks him to meet him some evening he will say "not today today I have to go to office!!!"

The friend list also has increased... there is now Junelle, Grint, Zhint Glash Kosh Sonair, Fuddy and Phunit!!!

And they go to office and play basketball and football and the sports!! One day when I was taken to office I was shown round the sports area and told I could play whatever I wanted here while he went back to office to work!!

He even describes them to me...This description below is as I write this blog and I asked him to describe them to me!

There is one dot on pete's cheek and one straight nose and he's really tall.
Joe is only 10.. long eyes and long nose and long everything.
Junelle is same like Joe but with longer ears and feet!!!

The cutest thing is that right now he's telling me to store all of this (what I'm writing) on his computer and that he will write all the descriptions and will then send it to me!!!

Somedays he will just copy what I'm saying right... so he'll say " mumma I'll just copy this mail and send it to Pete and then I'll just make this drawing on this photo shop thing and make a DIY thing and send it to my office guys"

Oh my god!!!

what amazes me is the imagination he has with these stories... The other day someone on our building chat mentioned that there was a monkey in our area... so I told him and he was very excited about it.

Not seeing the monkey anywhere, he got bored and went to brush his teeth... as soon as he came out he told me very seriously "Mumma Pete just told me that he heard this sound (made a funny sound) and that there is a vulture in our forest"

"really Siddy?"

"Ya Pete just called me and told me. For real, the vulture is there deep inside the forest on the trees!"

So now any story that he really wants me to think is a 'real' story.. will always have Pete or Joe as a part of it and he will say " in real Mumma, Pete said that"or "For real Mumma Joe did that"

Siddy and his 'office friends' stories are something I will cherish forever and ever... long after he has not just forgotten but will also deny outright!!