Little Miss Bean

I had been meaning to share a few babbles of my 3 1/2 year old on my blog for sometime now, and somehow procrastinating it. I guess I'll highlight a few of her wise cracks and otherwise here.

• After watching "Ugly aur Pagli" the other day, she wanted to play "Ugly aur Pagli" game. She explained later, you carry me on your back and take me upstairs. Very ingenious like her mother naa.

• She addresses her all-so-respectful Principal Kasturi ma'am asTaskuri ma'am.

• One day she came and asked me for a favour. I was stunned at her knowledge of English. I later learnt from her that she wanted to eat a Wafer.
  

I especially love her saying her rhymes with all those little inversions. I encourage her to talk about school and the day's activities in an attempt to amuse myself.

• Recently at the 61st Independence Day celebrations at her play school, she learnt how to sing our national anthem. I am You-tubing it below. With all due respect, I am only showcasing her ability to pull through most of it(without giving up, despite her lack of vocabulary)

• One of her favorite activities is to watch the incredible Mr.Bean and his very real-life portrayals. "He's very funny"
• I personally love Just-for-gags and MAD on POGO. Nobody joins us, but we both never miss it. She also shares my passion for cooking and our faves are watching the beautiful Nigella Lawson preparing feasts and taking an international cuisine tour on Planet Food, not to forget the cookery show on Times Now.
  
• I have an alternative career plans if she for any reason finds regular studies too mundane. An enthu-cutlet that she is, she'll make a world class chef or dancer or anything she wants to be. I am one parent who loves to give wings to children and say, do what you most enjoy.FREEDOM (I was on a flight yesterday, and as usual wanted to film this fantastic view, and my hubby frowned as he read my intention, but I did what I wanted to do, anyway. This clipping below is what I call freedom and beauty and imagination all rolled into one.)
  

An Ode- His lighting of a cigarette

His fingers curl inwards
Like a disturbed sea anemone
To shelter the orange glow
In his cupped palms.
-I remember his soft murmur
on my cheek.

The night blackens in the background
As his lighted cigarette triumphs.
He reclines soulfully
Little aware of the desire
He raked in me.

Those lips which once killed my defenses
Now aid him in breathing out opague fumes
He holds his cigarette lightly between fingers
And taps silkily at brief intervals
Each time he ends his paragraph of thought

On his hand is a cigarette
In my thoughts is him.
My gallant knight
does not carry a sword
does not wear an armour
He dons a soft heart and honest eyes
And a pack of lights
In a flip-top box.
Seperating a man from his love
Is like breaking a child's best toy.