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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Small Things #8 – The Legend of Latu Bhai

“Latu Bhai hid Vava’s glasses,” declared my Little One as we were rushing to find my Older One’s glasses this crazy morning. I was lecturing the older one on his carelessness as he was getting late for school. But my three year old came to his rescue. “It is Latu Bhai!,” he said with conviction.

So, it was Latu Bhai again! Latu Bhai and his ‘partner in crime’ Undistynx are responsible for all the mishap in my house. They hide things, make the closet messy, drop water bottles and even tickle kids. We have been hearing about Latu Bhai for quite sometime now.

And surprisingly, Latu Bhai sounds so similar to my ‘Paper Bunny’, a character I had created when I was 6 or perhaps 7 year old. He was a naughty person who would throw paper all over the house. How kids recreate their parents’ second childhood! I had created another character called ‘Ms Jealousy’, who was jealous of everything and would chase everyone.

This legendary Latu Bhai (I don’t know how he comes up with these names) brought back so many beautiful memories of us kids running all over the house, wildly and happily, being chased by ‘my’ imaginary characters.

I am not done with Latu Bhai yet! It does not matter how many mischiefs are done in his name! All that matters is he brings innocence, story, creativity and magic in my house. I want Latu Bhai to stay because the day he leaves, my kids will grow up!

(Art by Adiraj)

Small Things#7 – Here is why all Ladybugs are old!

A conversation with my son made me look at Ladybugs in a different light. Ladybugs are real old, mamma,” he said observing a Ladybug on a leaf in the patio. “Why, what made you think so?, I asked him curiously.

“There are two reasons,” he explained in his American accent. “First, beee…cuz their name starts with Lady. And aren’t all ‘Ladies’ suppose to be old…? And second, look…how slowly they crawl! Really slow…!” He imitated the cute Ladybug.

All I could say while trying not to smile was – Good Observation!

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