Small Things#12 – Man Kid!!!

Last weekend, the kids were playing in a park close to baseball and soccer fields. And I was busy finishing some artwork on a nearby bench, when the little one came running towards me at full speed. Excitedly he pointed out towards a bunch of baseball players who had decided to hang out in the kids’ park. I saw my elder one as well as other younger kids stop and look at them with interest.

‘Mamma, look, do you see him? The MAN KID!!!

Man Kid?? It was then I realized he has never dealt with the likes of them before. He has always been with either kids or grown ups. They confused him, hence the words – Man Kid!

I smiled, looked at those dynamic boys and girls, bustling with energy and excitement with care a hoot attitude, and whispered to the little one – they are called teenagers!!!

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Small Things#11 – Magic in our neighborhood!

This Summer not only flowers but magic blossomed in our neighborhood.

Driveways got filled with chalk art and innocent secrets were shared. Every beetle was observed and ants ran for cover as little scientists scaled the grounds. Stories happened and games got invented! There were nasty fights, cuts and falls but all was forgotten.

There were songs sung in chorus and amazing dance moves! There were dirty hands, feet as well, and soaked muddy shoes. Round eyes laughed and ruddy cheeks sparkled as they got engaged in charming chatter.

I saw stars in their wild hair and music in the shrieks. Imaginary characters came to life and so much was make belief.

Yes, I saw it all from my brown chair…experiencing it all like lines of an old prayer.

Many many years back, I was a part of the magic… now, sadly, just an observer!

Looking for a daycare of stories!

Raising her chubby arms in air, one tiny story stalks me. She wants to be picked from a swarm of other unwritten stories – sweet, sad, funny, immature…some barely a thought…all of them wanting my time. My time? But my time is barely mine!

There are endless jobs and responsibilities, which needs to be taken care of. The everyday chores of life that kicks away creativity. I will have to ignore the tiny toddler story’s demand.

I sigh, while folding laundry and smoothing the bed sheet! There is cooking to do and kids need to be fed. But the tiny story is stubborn. She stealthily alights on to my lap. She is such a bright inspiration!

For one moment, I smoothen her silky tendrils and smile at her. I don’t want this one to be gone. I know her type. She will vanish forever if not taken care of immediately. Stories like her create history but they require a huge amount of time. Time??

And then, the phone rings! I reluctantly let go of her to attend the call. A relative asking for quality daycare for her kids! I suggest her a few. The conversation drags on and on.

By this time, I see my story vanishing into the thin air…right in front of me. Her accusing eyes moving me beyond words. It is heartbreaking! It feels like a part of me going away forever.

I ask my relative, who is still on phone – “I have a question? Do you know of a quality daycare for stories? I have several neglected, uncared and ignored stories lying everywhere around me. My situation, circumstances and to some extent my docile nature, cannot protect them. I need one urgently.”

She laughs, taking it as a joke. “No, I am serious, I need a daycare for stories,” I insist and she hangs up on me.

I look around and find other stories and ideas looking at me with anticipation. A daycare would be good for them… until I find the time to tend them one by one. The loss of that one little tiny story weighs too much on my heart.

I do not want to lose the likes of her. Chores can be managed, responsibilities can be take care of but inspirations like her are truly rare. And I have been foolish enough to let the brightest one go. I weep!

And that’s why, I have taken to asking everyone – Do you know of a quality daycare for stories? I do not want to lose another like her. May be with time I will know how to balance it all.

For a time will come when I will have leisure but all these stories would be gone. They will no longer come to me. My creativity will perish due to neglect. Therefore I am in need of a daycare for stories…that can keep the ideas, thoughts and even the opportunities intact and fresh.

I am even asking You. Do you know? Please suggest for I urgently need one.

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Small Things#10 – School Jokes

A fortnight back, my older one returned from school with his head full of jokes from a fun riddle book. And the great thing was he had memorized most of them. Here are a few from his mirthful joke telling session:-

Q. How do bees ride home from school?

A. Simple…school buzz!

Q. What did the sloppy student put on his homework?

A. Eeks…Peanut butter and jelly.

Q. Why did the student put a flashlight in his lunch?

A. Because it was a light lunch!

Q. Why was 6 afraid of 7?

A. Because 7 ate(8) 9.

Q. What is a light year?

A. A year with really little homework!

Q. What do you call a vampire with sunglasses?

A. Vamglasses.

Undaunted by his brother’s volley of jokes, my little one made up a few –

Q. Why were the strawberry shoes flying?

A. Because it had superpower!

Q. Why was a cow wearing underpants?A.Because it was an Underpants cow!

Well…ahem…quite a session it was! Lol.

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Small Things#9 – Salman Khan

Last week, TV channels were going crazy over Indian Superstar Salman Khan’s stay in jail due to the infamous Black Buck Poaching Case.

My six year old, who has taken to creating jokes recently, heard the superstar being discussed often.

“Mamma,” he asked me. “What would Americans call Salman Khan?”. I said, “What?”

“Mr Salmon Khan,” he burst into laughter at his own joke. I couldn’t help smiling.

Well, I said, spare poor Salmon Khan… he has had a lot of trouble lately!

(One of his favorites is – Why was the math book sad? Ans – Because it had too many problems…lol)

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The Observer

On some days, I see a little girl in the house opposite to mine, looking up at the Sky. Soft pink hands rest lightly on dark railing of the old deck, while a half dreamy smile sits on her lips.

Motionless she observes the sky, as if at one with its vastness. Her breaths are slow…deep… meditative.

Nothing disturbs her. Not cars…nor the people. Not even flapping of Siberian birds returning to the lake.

Around that time, The Sun comes knocking at homes and enters through cracks, holes and half drawn blinds. It waits in empty houses like an unwelcome guest as people rush out in the morning hour.

Nobody greets or smiles at Him. They are all on the run to the next moment. Except, of course, that little observer!

She tilts up her bonnie face a little more on seeing Him, her smile widens and brown eyes twinkle. Happily, the dear sweet Sun covers her in a soft, golden embrace.

Around them, the world moves on at a hectic pace, cars zoom, planes fly… but the ‘still’ little observer has eyes only for the sky!

She deeply calms me, that little girl, she is so much at one with the infinity. So still, so calm, so mindful, so precious… I smile too as I observe the observer, observing nothing and… everything!

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#ENOUGH!

As students walkout nation wide to protest inaction of authorities on gun violence today, we stand in solidarity with them. For the sake of my kids, my neighbors’ kid and kids everywhere in the US, I hope that something gets done.

Exactly a month ago, 17 hapless people were killed in a school shooting in Florida. It was heartbreaking! Really, Enough is Enough!

I salute the spirit of these kids as they protest for a great cause👍. #NationalWalkoutDay