Monthly Archives: November 2009

Our books for the fortnight

The child

All I want is to be a child and never grow up!

To be my father’s little girl ,

To cling to his fingers , To sit on his shoulders ,

To cuddle by his side nagging him on Sunday mornings,

To listen to his made up stories with wide open eyes ,

To have the freedom to cry to my heart’s fill when he scolds me,

To browbeat my sweet mother into the weirdest deals ,

To linger over  the last drop of morning tea ignoring her calls ,

To be lazy to get dressed up for  school,

To run to her when she comes home from office ,

To make faces at the dinner table,

To fight with my sister ,

To spank my brother ,

To play,  To sing , To dance .

Just a child and nothing more.

Ente maavum pookkum..

For a few weeks I have been hugging and stroking and talking to my mango trees with a prayer that this year they will give sweet mangoes instead of the sour ones they usually have .

Not much later I saw small small flower sprouts on it . Ah ! This year it is going to be great.

I have  kept a cool recipe from my mom -in- law to make tasty tender mangoes in brine. I even made a  list of friends to whom I should give the extra mangoes . I could see how kids will enjoy the ripe mangoes . It is one of Siva’s favourite sport to pluck them all along with his father.

All the  mango trees in the neighborhood are heaving with flowers. And what did my sprouts turn out to be ?

New leaves ! Yes, a whole round of new leaves when every where else there are flowers.

And I get……..

Heaps and heaps of fallen leaves to rake !

One day standing under the canopy I announced it . ” I am going to cut this tree. ” That is the best thing to do. At least the front yard could be kept clean.

And what did I see the next day ?

Flowers . I am overwhelmed !

I have heard that plants can hear . I remember the speech given by much admired Dr.Gopalakrishnan Sir(  Senior scientist working in CSIR, Trivandrum and Honorary Director for Indian Institute of Scientific Heritage) on how somebody has developed a rose with no thorns in it just by asking the Rose plant to do so every day !

The newly set aquarium and instant story.

Monthly cleaning of the aquarium is one of my most dreaded chores. But thanks to my kids , anything messy is their favourite.They will help me all through it.

When we arranged the aquarium after wards Ruby wanted to place a treasure chest ( an old ring box ) and some stairs . This lead to a whole new idea. Why can’t we arrange an under water world. So we gathered the odds and ends and went for it.

There is  a house , a pebble path , a forest , a pillar rock and an under water tunnel .

( The ( under water tunnel ) broken pot is very important. They are pieces of earthen pot Siva had taken to his ‘ show and tell’ two years back.  He had spoken about ‘ eco  friendliness ” . The pot broke even before the program started . In spite of that he participated and got first prize. It is a piece of pride for both of us. I just couldn’t throw it away. )

The most amazing part is Ruby instantly told us a story about the newly set aquarium with the fishes as characters. When I suggested I will write them down he  told another one . And all this with in almost five minutes. He was so taken up by me writing the story for him he read it to his aunt over the phone and the next day took it to his school. I wrote it with pencil in case he wants to change it later. He also drew a picture of the aquarium .

My son has almost quit writing because he was so fed up with spelling. His sentence formation is also not good. But when I copied down his story for him while he was orating it, I was amazed to see the correct sentence formations , vocabulary , character formation and also the rapid fire of ideas and thoughts of each character. ( I can never concentrate like that )

Since then I have been wondering how these kids can store so much in their brain without giving out a hint of it until we reach them. We will always think they are sitting idle. When I asked him for a story about his new aquarium he was so spontaneous.

I have got a long way to go . He is not yet ready to write on his own. I copied the story down just to show him how talented he is . And he was so proud of it . ( more than making a story , me wanting to write it down )

May be after so many years when he become a famous writer I can say that I wrote his first manuscript 🙂

Loopholes !

Hey Guys, There are so many loopholes in the story of Rapunzel. For instance ,

1. how did the witch put Rapunzel in the tower ?

2. If there was stairs or if she fly on a broomstick why she cant use cant use that instead of climbing the hair ?

3. After cutting Rapunzel’s hair  how did she get down to leave Rapunzel in the forest and how she climbed up afterwards to wait for the prince ?

And I am stuck ! Really stuck ! Does anybody know where Brother Grimm lives ? We could ask him!

Daughter – A precious gift !

It was Pearl’s story time and we were lying on the couch cuddled to each other. So I started ………

Once upon a time there lived a sweet little girl ………….

Mother, Was it me ?

No, Not you.   Let me see….

…………….

Snow white , Sleeping beauty, Cindrella, Goldilocks, Beauty,…..

……………..

Rapunzel ?

Rapunzel ! Who is that ?

Oh Yes, So it was Rapunzel.

I started the story and moved on very slowly. I didn’t remember exactly how the Prince saved Rapunzel. So Rapunzel had lots of time to stay with her parents and then the Witch. Just like I expected Pearl was fast asleep by the time the Prince entered . So I have an extra day to find out what the Prince did.

The next morning I was busy with my chores and Kids were on their own . I really thought Pearl had forgotten about the story. In between she came to me holding this paper.


Mother, see  its Rapunzel !

I was really taken up by the picture. ( see that the Prince is not yet there in the picture ) . It was the first time she has done something completely on her own. As an individual. Until then it was just following her brother. And my heart swell with pride and happiness.

Then it occured to me. I realised that my little girl is growing . Thankfully, soon she will outgrow the frequent tantrums and girlish stubbornness .

And soon she will be out of her childhood. Soon she will be able to figure out things on her own , to work all on her own and may not even need my consent or approval or appreciation. And soon she will be big enough to embark on her own life. I can instantly feel the emptiness.

Then I decided the easiest way is to grow up along with her. To be her best friend.

A girl child can be your bosom friend , loving sister , naughty cousin, caring mother , some times even your mother- in- law ordering you around and at the same time your sweet little daughter !

A daughter is surely a precious gift right from the heaven .

WHEN GOD CREATED DAUGHTERS…
He took very special care to find the precious treasures
that would make them sweet and fair…
He gave them smiles of angels, then explored the midnight skies
And took a bit of stardust to make bright and tinkling eyes…
He fashioned them from sugar and a little bit of spice,
He gave them sunny laughter and everything that is nice…
He smiled when He made daughters, because He knew He had
Created love and happiness for every mom and dad !   (Courtesy – orkut communities )

Loopholes in Rapunzel

She found out that , There are so many loopholes in the story of Rapunzel. For instance ,

1. how did the witch put Rapunzel in the tower ?

2. If there was stairs or if she fly on a broomstick why she cant use cant use that instead of climbing the hair ?

3. After cutting Rapunzel’s hair  how did she get down to leave Rapunzel in the forest and how she climbed up afterwards to wait for the prince ?

And I am stuck . Really stuck . Does anybody know where Brother Grimm lives ? We could ask him!

Barbies and teddy.

I don’t know why Swetha wants a new barbie every year for her birthday.

Any other present has to be supplemented by a barbie as well. I am getting tired of this.

And what she want them for ?

To hug and play ? As her soul mate ?

NO ! Just to mutilate them in every way possible. Good thing that I found out their dresses from under the heap of toys. Maybe  she doesn’t want the barbie to outsmart her in beauty. 😀

There is no partiality here.


All the barbies have got the same treatment .


Not even one has escaped.


This year it is Sally and it is only a matter of time for her turn to come.



And her teddy?


He sleeps peacefully in his dig while she is gone to school!