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.)
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.
I oversaw the rules when I answered Shekhar's tag, it clearly stated that
"the guy who has been served with this tag hasto post the links of his/her five previously written posts, one each for each of the 5 keywords - Family, Friend, Yourself, Love, Anything you like. And then, tag five blog palstwo of them new acquaintances.
Now the challenging part:I do leave comments once in a while here and there, but chiefly limit my interactions to 3 or 4 people only. So now tagging them is an ordeal. Would they let me tag them? is the million dollar question. Dharye, sahase, lakshmi. Where there is courage and a sense of adventure, good fortune always follows is a rough translation of this sanskrit proverb.Here I go tagging my favorites, some altogether from a different blogosphere:
