A while back, I asked my kids to write something interesting. I felt the children were being too comfortable with digital writing and ‘dear old’ handwriting was taking a backseat. After a little protest, they finally agreed.
So, the older one decided to write a letter to his cousin sister telling her about his summer vacation while the little one began to write the story of a dog.
After giving a long lecture on cases, grammar and punctuation to the older one, I turned towards the little one. He was frantically editing his work to escape my lecture. I took his copy and read the story of the dog-
“One day a small dog was HAND when he saw something.”
“What is the meaning of this? I don’t understand the sentence.”
“Mumma, what’s there to not understand?
“What’s this HAND doing in the middle of a sentence?”
“Mumma, it means the small dog was HAVING A NICE DAY (HAND) when he saw something. There was no space to write so I used short form. You understand short form, right?”
This was hilarious and the older one gave a thumbs up to lil bro. I told him short-forms are not acceptable in formal writing.
But would it be acceptable in the future? I thought.
English is changing so much, digital texting language may become more acceptable in formal English by the time my kids grow up. Good or bad, I don’t know (IDK).
Although many are not happy with the changes in the English language, some linguists say kids, far from destroying English, are innovating and enriching the language. This adaptability is the greatest strength of English. Words change forms, names becomes ACRONYMS and best of all English takes on local flavors. Don’t you agree?
This episode also made me realize – I need to keep up with the new lingo of this generation before I start receiving lectures.
One day, an old turbaned man arrived at a colorful, bustling bazaar in India. He set up a signboard at a corner – I Sell Happiness for Two Paise.
Many dismissed him as a con man, but a lot came out of curiosity. A man selling happiness was rare! “Hmmm, happiness for two paise? Can you show me happiness?” One mustached man said sarcastically.
“Sure, come sit by me”, said the happiness seller. By now, a small crowd had gathered to see the “tamasha”.
The customer threw two paise at him. The seller took out a carved mirror from his “potli” and put it in front of the man. The customer’s face contorted at first, and then he burst out laughing.
“Bravo! It’s strange, but he does sell happiness!” The customer announced.
Another customer came, and he went away laughing too. Some customers smiled, some laughed and, many rolled on the ground with laughter. Everyone thought the happiness seller was a magician.
One little orphan boy watched the seller from far, and thought – “The mirror seems magical, but what does it show?”
By evening, the crowd around the seller lessened, and he noticed the boy.
“Son, do you want to buy happiness, too?” he called out. The boy nodded but explained, he had no money.
“Well, I can always barter,” the seller said.
“Seller, I have just hardship and sadness to offer!” said the boy.
“Well, no harm in offering that to the magical mirror. Let’s see how it conjures happiness for you,” the seller said, kindly.
The boy sat and offered his hardship and sadness to the mirror…
What ensued was laughter… unrestrained laughter… from the child! His infectious laughter came from his pure heart, and soon, it spread all over the village. No one knew why everyone else was laughing.
The happiness seller had no idea the mirror could give THAT kind of happiness. After the boy stopped laughing, he asked – “Son, I am amazed. I am 100 years old now but I never saw anyone experiencing such BLISS! What happened, tell me?”
The boy smiled and said, “Dear seller, thank you for this great opportunity. Let me explain the reason.
The first man’s happiness came from jealousy. The mirror showed his enemy falling into the ditch. So, he laughed. The second man’s happiness came from ambition. He saw himself traveling to a new land and earning wealth. So, he laughed.
Everyone’s happiness came from something they wanted – their desire! They got happiness in the same proportion.
My happiness was based on the act of surrender – of my hardships and sadness. I let go of my burden, stress…and what stayed in me was …nothing…just peace. This inadvertently filled me with ecstatic laughter. The mirror showed me so free and joyful, and I laughed. And it spread everywhere.”
The turbaned man folded his hand and said – “My child, a divine being told me I will meet my successor here. And I found you! All my life, I sold happiness, became rich but never understood it. Today I saw it. So, will you be my companion in spreading real happiness…?”
The boy smiled and nodded.
The next morning, people from far and wide rushed to the bazaar to buy a fresh dose of happiness. Who doesn’t want happiness for two paise? What they didn’t understand was the priceless truth – real happiness does not come from what we GET but what we LET GO of…
Villagers desperately searched for the happiness seller. But he had already left with his successor.
Here is a very imaginative bedtime folk story to spark your kids’ imagination!
Once upon a time, the Sky was very close to the Earth. You see, they were married! They were so close that humans could actually touch the clouds in the Sky.
Since there was little space between the Earth and the Sky, humans were smaller in size. They were so little, that they used rats to plow the field instead of oxen. And they kept ants as pets.
Sometimes life would become inconvenient for men and women. If they jumped, their heads bumped into the clouds, causing rain. They could not even lift their hands while dancing. The trees could not grow big because there was no room to grow. And the Sun was too close, causing extreme hot weather.
Although, some kids loved having the Sky so close at night. You see, they could check out the stars closely! But on moonlit nights, it was difficult to sleep since the Moon glowed so much that all of them had to cover their eyes.
One day, a very old, grumpy granny was sweeping her courtyard with a broom. Accidentally her hand hit against the Sky. This made her lose her temper. Angrily, she gave the Sky a very hard push.
The Sky was already scared of the granny’s temper. And it went up like a rocket, and reached where it is today to be safe.
The Earth began to weep since her husband had gone far from her. But the Sky said they could always meet when the rain would fall! They would also be together, somewhere in the horizon. He was not ready to come down because of the angry granny.
So, the Sky stayed up and the Earth down. Also, this was convenient, since there was more room for everyone to grow taller. The grumpy granny lived longer than two hundred years and came to be known as – The angry granny who pushed away the sky.
-Inspired by a folk story of Muria Tribe from Madhya Pradesh, India
The Summer of 2021 brought hope, normalcy and fun after a grim summer last year. The kids went for camping and on a vacation up North in Minnesota – a getaway, they cherished because it felt divine after the gloomy, uncertain and restricted time they had spent during the Summer of 2020. Here are some Summer fun pictures, which makes the idea of ‘normal’ so real.
I Can Camp – Minnesota’s I can Camp program is great for the first-time campers. All the equipments and support is provided to put up a tent, make food, go hiking and other camping activities. We went there with our friends and had a thrilling time. Here are some pictures of the camping trip.
Duluth – Here are some vacation pictures from along the shores of the mighty Lake Superior – the largest fresh water lake in the world. We also went up to the Lutsen Mountains with family friends and tried the Gondola – an amazing experience to say the least.
Jumping Time – TheSummer of 2021 also brought fun birthday parties, jump time and Soccer.
Here is a prayer and hope that soon we will get to see more pictures of kids laughing and having fun everywhere in the world!
Today, I came across a treasure of inspiring thoughts for kids in my notes app. These thoughts are great for character and confidence building. I guess I had put it together for my older one, when he was probably 5 and the little one was a toddler.
As I read the list today, that is four years later, I felt the thoughts are still relevant for them. I thought of sharing it with you, my blog friends! I hope this gift of 21 inspiring and positive quotes help you and your kids in some way. ( Copy and take a print out if you wish).
For Dear Kids
1. I never, never, never give up. I keep trying until I achieve what I want. I am successful because I try.😍
2. I am creative when I paint, write, dance, play music, draw or do any form of art.🤡
3. I am responsible and my parents trust me.✌️
4. I know how to listen. When I listen, I show others that I care.😸
5. If I am kind, I have kind friends. Friends are attracted to kindness.👬
6. I think for myself. I know that in every situation, I have a choice. I know that smart choices are choices that are good for me, that do not hurt anyone including myself.🙋🏻
7. Sharing with others makes me feel good and makes them feel good too.🤝
8. Smiling is contagious. I smile at everyone. I smile at the bus driver, at my teachers and at people on the street. When I smile, others usually smile back.😇
9. When I am not happy, I can always choose to think of the good things that have happened to me and change my mood.😎
10. I am honest and say what is on my mind in a nice way without hurting others.😉
11. When I am in trouble, I can ask for help. Many people around me can help me.🤗
12. It is normal to have good and bad feelings. Bad feelings go away eventually.🌈🌞
13. Sport is for fun. When I lose in a game, I am still happy for participating and having fun.🏃🏻🏃🏻
14. When something goes wrong instead of feeling bad about it, I concentrate on what I can do next time to make it better.☃️
15. I know what good attention is and what bad attention is. I attract good attention by being kind, successful, friendly, supportive and happy. It is the better attention to attract.✨
16. I take care of my body by eating healthy and resting enough.🥙
17. I am unique and special in this world.🤴🤴
18. I am grateful for what I have and every night before bed time I say words of thanks for something I have.🙏🏻🙏🏻
19. When I need to do something that seems hard, I break it down to small tasks to make it easier for me.🙃
20. I have good manners and healthy hygienic habits🧴
21. My parents and family love me the most!👨👩👦👦
Offering a funny folktale for kids – THE MONKEY BRIDE! This hilarious bedtime story for kids is based on a tale from Jharkhand, India. Do read this free funny story online on my blog and share it if you like. Enjoy
Indian English is quickly carving its own space in the world. The tone, accent, colloquialisms, vocabulary, sentence construction, and variations are slowly being accepted rather than laughed at. Various localization projects worldwide treat Indian English separate from British, American, or Australian English, and …that’s a relief!
Because since long, we Indians have been so self-conscious and focused on using the English language correctly, that we have hardly been able to express ourselves at all. We have stayed segmented and almost mum in many ways.
It has been like always pretending to be someone else – a caricature of something we believed to be ‘grand’. But now, Indian English is finding its own footing. We no longer need to blush with shame for using the Queen’s English in Indian style. The self-consciousness in using English is lessening as we personalise and Indianise English. Indian English is now spoken by 125 million people and it is high time the language gets its own stature and dignity.
In my home, here in America, the boys often notice my English and ask about my ‘different’ pronunciation. They find my English accent strange and dissimilar from their American way of talking. I say, “I have studied British English, so, my English is a little bit different from yours.” Actually, my English is ‘very’ different from theirs, it is full of Indian words and Indian ways of sentence construction. It is decidedly Indian English!
A few days back, the word ‘opportunity’, gave me the opportunity to talk to my kids on the subject of different types of English. I was reading a book and when I said – ‘OP-POR-CHUNITY,’ I had their attention. “But Mumma, it is ‘aa-pr-too-nuh-tee,” the little one said. “But Mumma, in British English, “it is op-uh-tyoo-nuh-tee’. You spoke it differently.” The older one said. And I found myself saying – I speak Indian English, you know! A few years back, I would not have done so because nothing was clear-cut then. Indian English had no properly defined presence at that time.
It is now time, that Indian English gets properly defined guidelines of its own. This does not mean – distorting or meddling with the original beautiful, flexible language. This means, using the language as an Indian rather than being an Indian and using it as a foreigner. English has the rare flexibility and ability to adapt, that’s why it has survived and thrived for so long. It should be used for our advantage rather than being overwhelmed by it.
By giving dignity and support to Indian English, we will have a new generation of confident kids who would not feel conscious in speaking English, in Indian style.
Under a leafless apple tree, sat a little girl named Shrivi. She wore loose, worn-out clothes and torn footwear that barely had soles on them. Her small bare hands looked frost-bitten and she tucked them often under her armpits. Her face looked red and her eyes had a vacant stare as she took in her snow-filled surrounding.
Her stomach growled and she realized she had not eaten since the past two days except a half leftover chapati. For the thousandth time, she wished her father returned from the town where he had gone to sell carpets. He had promised to return within a month with money, food, and clothes. But he didn’t, and they were starving. Her mother was sick, they had no food and perhaps, her father was in trouble.
A tear trickled down her cheek as she remembered her resolve to pick twigs and buy food early that morning. They needed food and oil in their lamp as it was frightening to stay in the dark every night. But unfortunately, it was afternoon and she hadn’t found twigs because of a sudden snowstorm.
The world looked dark and hopeless.
A gentle tap on the shoulders aroused her from reverie. A tall middle-aged man in a flowing brown beard stood there holding the reins of a handsome brown stallion. What did he want?
“Hello,” he said gently. “Will you please help me?” he asked. Shrivi looked at him with strange eyes. How could she help someone when she herself needed help?
“My horse needs water and rest. Where is your home? Can I stay there for a while? I have a long journey to go and I will leave as soon as the biggest and brightest star in the sky will be visible,” he said politely.
Shrivi reluctantly got up and asked him to follow her. While walking, Shrivi felt bad. She didn’t want the guest to see her poverty and her poor, sick mother but it would be rude to deny help. She was also ashamed that she had no food to offer to the stranger according to the village tradition. In there village, any traveler looking for help, was welcomed as God himself.
“Tell me, little girl, what are you grateful for?” asked the stranger, all of a sudden, while walking towards her hut.
“How can I be grateful; when I have nothing?” said the girl.
“Well, it’s a game I play with children – The Gratitude Game. Come on, make an effort, just find any reason… even a bad reason to be grateful would be wonderful,” he said.
Shrivi thought for a moment and said, “Well, I am grateful for my legs as I can walk…”
“That’s great, isn’t it?” he said.
The stranger coaxed her on and little by little, she found many other reasons to be grateful for on her way back home – her eyes, arms, her mother, the tree by her hut, her pet hare, mother Earth, the sky…
Lo and behold… she didn’t know how, but by the time she reached her hut, it felt like Summertime. Everything looked magical. The tree and the ground by her house were filled with berries while the sun shone brightly.
Filling her mouth with berries and offering some to the stranger, she laughed and asked – “What miracle did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything. You did it!” said the strange stranger.
She picked up berries for her mother too and invited the guest inside the hut.
When they entered the dilapidated hut, Shrivi’s frail sick mother was startled. “Mother, I have brought a special guest. You know he is a miracle man. He and his horse need rest till the evening. He is on his way to meet the holy ‘King of Kings’, being led by the biggest star in the sky.”
Shrivi’s mother hid her anxious emotions and mustered energies to get up and welcome the guest. He looked so grand, dignified, and resplendent while she felt ashamed of her poverty and the humble hut. What would she offer him? She was relieved to see that Shrivi had picked up plenty of berries.
But the guest looked perfectly at home as he rested on the mat which she spread on the floor. Crushing the berries, she made juice for herself and their guest while Shrivi went outside to give water to his horse.
“Thank you for helping me out. In return for your hospitality, I would like to give you something,” said the stranger after a while.
“You are welcome, Sir. But we do not take gifts from our guests. Thank you for the offering.” the lady said politely.
“Well, it’s not riches or money. But just a lesson. Will you accept it?” The lady nodded reluctantly.
“Well, first tell me one thing – What are you grateful for?” he asked.
“There is nothing to be grateful for,” the lady said, shocked almost angry. She felt it was impolite to ask a poor woman to be grateful when she was suffering so much.
“Believe me, any small thing to be grateful about would work to begin your lesson.” the guest insisted.
The lady thought and thought. But only her trouble, sorrow, and poverty came into her mind. What could she be grateful for when everything looked so dark. Everyone in the whole world was better off than them. What had happened to her husband? Why was God so cruel to them? And then the image of a little girl came into her mind and her perception shifted. “I am grateful for Shrivi,” she whispered.
The wise man coaxed on and the lady found several other little things to be grateful about – the hut, her neighbors, the berries… While talking about those little things, she smiled. This caused a ripple effect in the universe – her universe. She realized, she was feeling quite good and her fever was gone. She felt energetic enough to begin work on an old carpet.
“What miracle did you do?” she asked. “I didn’t do anything. You did it,” he smiled.
When the biggest star was visible in the sky that evening, the magical guest took leave to continue his journey towards the ‘holy infant’. “Thank you for helping me. I bless you both with the gift of the highest and noblest of all emotions – the feeling of gratitude. That emotion is the very fountain of fulfillment and joy,” the wise man said before leaving.
There was something about that wise man’s lesson that changed the lives of Shrivi and her mother. Every day, they began to follow that simple method of gratitude and things began to look good. Her mother found work with a decent income, and some sheep, within a few days their living conditions became better.
And on one glorious night, when a luminous baby was born on a different side of the Earth, someone came knocking at their hut.
At last, Shrivi’s father had returned with riches, food, and clothes. It was a joyous reunion for the family. That night, as they shared their respective experiences and adventures, one particular story stood out – Shrivi’s story of the magical guest, who was following the biggest star in the sky.
(I hope you liked this gift. If you will ask me – what makes me grateful? I will say I’m grateful to you, my reader for your presence here. Here is wishing you a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. May you get many reasons to be grateful every day of 2021.)
Trick or treat!!! Offering my latest funny witch book for children in print and digital versions! This free eBook offer runs on Witch Hua Hukka’s Silly Tooth is valid only till Halloween night so grab your copy fast for your kiddo from Amazon (US) and Amazon.in (India).
Why should you buy this book – This funny rhyming treat is an amazing bedtime book — sure to delight even the youngest reader! Check out the panels for a glimpse of this Halloween book –
The Story – Witch Hua Hukka has one silly tooth that makes her look weird in her fashion photoshoot. At the Cat photographer’s suggestion, she decides to get rid of it. But even after trying clever tricks, the tooth does not come out. Hua Hukka feels dejected, but all is not lost! Several surprising incidents are in store for the witch that will make her happy again. But will she succeed in getting rid of the stubborn tooth? Find out more in the book…
Let’s celebrate this fun day of ghosts, ghouls, vampires and witches in our own safe way and not let Coronavirus restrictions dampen our ‘spirit’. Witch Hua Hukka’s Silly Tooth is sure to make you and your child smile as well as enjoy the fun day.
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Have you ever eavesdropped on chats between a kid and Google Home or Alexa? Well, it is funny how smart home devices mix up things.
When the kids came down for breakfast this morning, they were pleasantly surprised to find a holiday toy list booklet on the table.
Looking at the pleasure in their eyes, I said – “Maybe Santa has placed it on the table, considering, you two have been very nice boys.” The older one played along but the little one expressed his wish for a fancy toy to ask from Santa this Christmas.
The older one forbid the little one to not go for expensive toys. The little one complained, “Why can’t I ask for expensive toys?”.
“It might be expensive for Santa as he has to deliver a lot of gifts. He might not have so much money. Elves make toys for him to deliver!”, reasoned big bro.
The little one came running to me. “Is Santa rich? How much does he earn?” he asked me.
“I don’t know how much Santa earns!” I replied.
He turned to Mrs. Google Home, his favorite machine, who patiently answers his unlimited questions.
“Hey Google, does Santa have enough money? Will it be difficult for him if I wish for expensive toys? How much does he earn?” asked the little one.
Well, Mrs. Google, answered readily, quoting from a random site – “Freelance Santas typically rake in $150 an hour and some make as much as $500.”
“See!” said the little one victoriously to big bro, “Santa makes enough money. He is rich!”
I silently laughed at the question and the answer by Mrs. Google. While Mrs. Google is a great in telling answers, stories and informing about great things, she clearly has a lot to learn!
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A big thank you to all those who have downloaded my eBook! Happy’s Hairy Tale was at No #7 in the free Dog book category this morning. It is currently running at No #14. I am very grateful to my readers. Your support makes me inspired to write more funny and motivational books for our kids.
If you haven’t already, do go over to this link to avail this limited time free eBook offer! Thanks a ton!
Please download the ebook (only ebook version is free) and do leave a review if it connects with your kids. Also, share it with others if you find it good.
About the Book: Happy, the handsome dog, loves his fancy hairstyle and hates any kind of change in life. But then, Coronavirus happens, and life changes in many ways. Happy’s favorite dog parlor shuts due to the pandemic lockdown, making him anxious about his locks.
Worse still, his Dad suddenly decides to cut his hair at home! Happy thinks the experiment will fail and he resists the change. What will happen to Happy’s amazing hair? Will his friends laugh at his Corona Cut? This delightful and humorous tale is all about adapting to the ‘new normal’.
Message: This funny dog book encourages children to accept change and find good things in new situations. The book will help kids connect to the current world scenario and help them realize – change brings opportunity! It is an inspiring and humorous bedtime read for kids between 5 – 10 years old. The book will help raise positive kids who would learn to embrace sudden change in life.
Check out the print version as well which is priced at $6.49 – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08KQBYRDZ (US only). Your feedback is extremely important and very welcome. Thanks again for being a great support! Shivangi
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