Chhote Muh..Badi baat

Teaching Neil is not an easy task. It takes about 1 hr to make him sit steady and complete his Home Work with his pencil (which gradually goes into his mouth, and every time I have to take it out). And if my luck is strong, he lifts his pencil and keeps on his copy (I thank god…for the first step of my kid towards completing his work). Now suppose he has to write ‘A’. He makes one slanting line, and looks at me, with a smile (as if he has won some battle). Then I again have to push him sometimes with love, sometimes with bribe, sometimes by telling him stories, sometimes acting like joker and at the end if nothing works, I use my ‘Brahmastra’ i.e. my ANGER. And my kid mellows down before my third eye gets opened. Time files in all this process.

To make him study voluntarily, I have to do various tricks. The best one is my Story Trick.

Episode ONE - The story of ‘Ek Bhikari” – A Beggar. Few months before I was purchasing mangoes from the shop. There came one lean, little boy with dirty and torn clothes. He begged money from me. Neil sitting in the car was watching the whole event. Soon as I sat inside, he asked me the question, “Aai, Who was he? What was he asking for?” I told him he was beggar. Next question that popped up was – “what is a beggar, aai?” I replied, “Beggar is a person who doesn’t study. And he finds no work to earn for his food. Hence he has to beg for money from others.” I also added, “jo koi padhai nahi karta wooh bhikari banta hai, isilye tumhe padhna chahiye.”(Those who don’t study become a bhikari hence you should study). He nodded his head quiet positively confirming that he will never cry while studying.

Episode TWO – Yesterday I again sat with him for his studies. But as expected he was reluctant. I again started my above story. And asked him the moral of the story. (Now read carefully) “ Aai, jo koi padhta hai wooh bhikari ho jata hai”(one who studies becomes a beggar). I could only laugh at this statement of his. One missing word changed the whole meaning of the story.

The realistic punch – the Moral which I got was - Expenditure on education, today, is so high that one turns into a beggar.

(One step ahead - He wants to drive every vehicle he sees on the road, including the JCB. Roght now he has to convince himself with an auto-rickshaw)

One person remains unchanged!!!

Today’s day reminds me of the day when I became a Mother. Natural pains started at about 4 in the morning, was taken to the hospital at 9.30 am…… all the process went in vain when Dr advised for the Cesar. Soon as I was shifted to O.T. Here in OT I felt quite safe coz I knew no more pains would be borne by me now.

At 2.09 pm I delivered a baby boy. I dint care what was his gender but the first thought came was Ah! I m relaxed and free now. The next moment I saw him. “WoW!!! I have a cute little baby” I was a mother then. The bestest feeling…Alas Men are devoid of such feeling.

Everyone outside the O.T. was so much anxious to know the result. As soon as the Dr came outside every one asked her, “How is the Baby?” “Is he a boy or a girl?” “Whom he looks like?” and similar questions like any one would ask.

But there was the only person whose first question was, “How is the mother?”














It was my AAI (mother)….....



PS-the nurse came to me and told all this. She said she could recognize instantly who my mother was, when she heard this question…..:-)



FEW PICS SHARED: the bond of child and mother should remain always..........(A wish to GOD)

At the end their is a famous line in Marathi......and has got a lot of meaning ----

"Bala Hoyu kashi me utarayi, Tujhya mule me Jhale aai"

Meaning - Child how would I pay back the debt to you, because of you I have become a mother

Dil toh Baccha hai ji...............

Kuch dino se ye gana mere jubaan mein chadha hai...."DIl to baccha hai ji....."

DIL is really wants to be a bacha sometimes. And I have that kid still in me...yes really.

I want to tell you all that I still play with kids who are not more than 6- 7 yrs....I enjoy playing anything with them even antakshari. They don't understand my old songs and I dont remeber the new song's lyrics. and I just hum with them...but it's a great game.

I enjoy cartoons. Specially Tom and Jerry. I love to lough out loud with my son, Neil. All credit goes to him for introducing more and more cartoon characters to me as I only knew few. The added ones are Doremon, chota bheem , Richie Rich, Pokemon, etc etc...

I still like to sleep with my mother in her arms ..like my kid loves. Irrespective of the fact that my kid does'nt like me getting near my mother.. (He thinks his mother is for him only). (hmm...but somtimes i have be a mother too).

I still laugh out loud without caring who is watching my unalligned set of teeth ....:-)=

I still like jumping in joy, and I also make Neil jump with me.(he must be amused to see his mother in this state).

I still like hiding myself behind the doors and screaming into the ears of the person entering the room and making fun of him if he is scared by my devil act....poor man.....

And yes, once I with my hubby, made one guy so scared that he was about to get a heart attack but thanks to our gentle man's and gentle lady's heart that we just spared him. And yes I will share this incident in you later in my next post, as right now dont have time as the kid in me not letting me sit at one place for a longer time.

Hey but before going, tell me, do you still have that kiddy kid in you? In this stressful life, do you think you should be a carefree child sometimes????Well I do think.....afterall, Dil toh baccha hai ji......!!!!!!!

Am I looking like this now???