Thoughts..Responses..give unto silence....for there are the answers...

a prayer....

2010-04-12T10:10:00.001-07:00

there comes a day,
when all the world..seems...just seems.
it is a day, i want to say,
go , leave, let me be!

i want a day of silence,
where speech has no place.
the spoken word is a burden,
and what do i say of the human race?

a day of not wanting to live up,
to expectations, known and unknown.
a day of just being..
everywhere, nowhere, just oblivion..

if a day is too much to ask for...
then may i ask for an hour..
or if an hour too is too much..
then god, grant me whatever is in your power.

keshav bada ho gaya!

2009-08-25T10:55:00.000-07:00

after a loooong time, i am back..once more with a typical keshav quick-wit reply: here goes:
the background: nowadays keshav has a super temper and an ego to match (2 years and eight months). i have been busy teaching ketaki for her exams and keshav was feeling neglected.he kept requesting me to teach him too, which i was not able to. so he throws the pencil and eraser, which were in his hand, one day, and walks off in a huff. i tell him to apologize immediately or to go and say sorry to Jai-Jai (God)..he has an option right?..NO..he says he is not wrong and defends his position. i try everyday for three days to get him to agree that his action was wrong.(mind you, i was not asking him to accept that his anger was wrong. i let him take that as a justification for feeling left out.)
Today: the fourth day: night 10:30PM: keshav has still not said sorry...and this happened..
keshav and ketaki were having an argument. keshav says, "Main bada hoon" (I'm a big boy) and ketaki goes, "tum chhote ho"(u r small).keshav goes to his father for support. does not get any. comes to me. no go. so he says, i'll ask dadi..and yeah yippee..he gets the support..he comes back and says "dekha!!"(see!).

so i tell, I cannot accept that u r big because,
1. kids who throw tantrums to eat chocos instead of meals cannot be bada...he sings bada, bada, bada
2. kids who cry for everything, if they don't get it cannot be bada...he sings bada, bada, bada
3. kids who cry while taking medicines cannot be bada...he sings bada, bada, bada
4. kids who throw their pencils and erasers adn don't say sorry cannot be bada...HE SINGS "SORRY SORRY SORRY" in the same tune as bada bada bada, with a huge nad knowing smile on his face, and smacks me with a kiss and hug and then sings; "bada bada bada"

we can never win.

Keshav Klassics!

2008-07-24T08:32:00.000-07:00

Keshav is now full of words...everyday we find a new word in his vocabulary and the usage is just perfect!..

For instance...read this...

Keshav was running around in the house and fell on his tummy...
In the same lying position, he says " Dhham GGi Gaya, Bum Chot Lag Gayi, Pet Toot Gaya" :):)...Explained absolutely everything that happened :)

Ketaki Classics--Glasses??

2008-07-18T08:33:00.000-07:00

We were on our mahabaleshwar holiday and were just relaxing in our hotel room since it was raining cats and dogs outside..
Now curious and bored miss.ketaki was discovering the contents of pragnya's bag...
It had a deodorant spray...Ketaki had her face really close to the spray nozzle and was trying to push it down...
Seeing this,Pragnya rushed to her and tried to explain why she shoudn't be doing so.

Pragnya says"Kunna, agar tumne aankh itni pass rakhke spray dabaya..to tumhari aankhen kharab ho jayengi.aur tumhe bada bada chashma lagana padega"...she thought this would scare Ketaki enough...

Kunna looks at her...thoughtfully....and after 10 sec of silence turns to Mohit and asks "Papa aapko isliye chashma laga?" :):):)

lookalikes

2008-05-27T11:45:00.000-07:00

tho' not quintessentially good looking, this was far from expected..hilarious..started me thinking..

ketaki classics contd..

2008-05-21T03:17:00.000-07:00

undeniable logic..
ketaki sez..ma, man monkey hota hai na..i say, kyun?..monkey banana khata hai, hum banan khate hain,,so hum monkeys hain...

relation solution..
mama, badi hoke main keshav se shadi karoongi..i say, bittoo, keshav is ur brother and u don't marry ur brother..k says, to main shadi kissse karoongi? i say, u'll marry a boy and keshav will marry a different girl..k says, so how will u and papa stay alone after we go away..i tell her, u'll go but keshav will stay and bring the new girl home..she considers this for a moment and then says, phir meri mama koun hogi? i'd rather have u go with me so i'll have my mama..i say, wot abt keshav? she says, the new girl will bring her mama na......
td..

sublime knowledge of my four year old:

2008-05-02T05:01:00.000-07:00

i tell her..kunna, sandals kholo..she sez,"kyun?"..i say,'har baat pe kyun nahin kehte'..she sez,'kyun nahin?'........:P
so see..this is a typical conversation..one of the many that i have with her..
anuther classic:
kunna khana kha lo...
nahin..
kunna please...
nahin..
kunna baat mano..
zabardasti karoge to bilkul bilkul nahin khaaoongi......

child speak

2008-04-27T03:13:00.000-07:00

and i thought, i'll keep a record of all the quotes that ketaki makes...at four she has an output rate of of about 400 witty ones a day..that's just the witty count ok..i am simply unable to keep up..just impossible..even trying to remember them..well first ingesting wot she has said, then marvelling at her thought process, then the awe of her logical sequencing and then the thorough amazement at the output and outpourings from her system....i am flooded..so in the end i have nuthing to share at the end of the day..due to sheer lack of strength.

so i thought i'll just upload her art work..the crayon art is ketaki translation of a chair when she was three..more in the next post

so ppl i duly apologize:)

jaago mohan pyaare

2007-09-20T01:55:00.000-07:00

guys, i had a wake up call from a good friend..i considered myself lost in my kiddy world..AFTER ALL; I AM MOMMY:).. but a statement she made regarding my blogspot status made me sit up..she said, i used to chk ur blogspot daily and then weekly and now on and off...going to prove how bad i am in keeping my own identity...
MY IDENTITY IS MINE AND IT ENTIRELY DEPENDS ON ME TO KEEP IT ALIVE...ppl will forget me anyways and it won't help for me to forget that i exist..
live your life daily people..and god bless him/her who discovered friendship:)

THOUGHTS SERIES..POST 3

2007-07-11T01:22:00.000-07:00

harijans..

"so what?", u say.

read what i heard some years ago.

i was on this sight seeing trip around gandhiji's sabarmathi ashram with a father-son duo walking only slightly ahead of me. the father was explaining to his seven-eight year old about our independance movement and gandhiji etc. in one of the posters, the boy read the word "harijan" and his father explained that gandhiji was benevolent to all mankind and did not believe in caste barriers. he also said that gandhiji called the untouchables, who were social outcastes unlike themselves, harijan or god's people.

the boy, after a moments' thought, then piped up, "so dad, does that mean, that we are not HARIJAN?"

thought provoking, won't you say...so much for child speak. God does reside in a child's tongue.

THOUGHTS SERIES..POST 2

2007-07-11T01:12:00.000-07:00

a quirky one
yesterday, i was buying my pack of OCP's (oral contraceptive pills) after a period of two and a half years and realized that the pillbox had changed its look and cover......and its cost:) it had escalated almost 30% in the interim period.
"so why is this observation a part of your thoughts series?", u ask.
well here goes- the manufacturer has just made "not getting pregnant costlier and more difficult!!!!!!!!!!!"

THOUGHTS SERIES..POST 1

2007-07-05T11:00:00.000-07:00

in life we often notice that, we are in a major dilemma and the only person who can help us out is our MA..but i have also noticed, how much ever helpful our ma's mite be, the one decision they can never ever help us about is:"how much salt to add in a dish when cooking!" ask them for a recipe and the part where the salt has to be added, the post script will always read "to taste" ..if only we knew how much was to be added to make that TASTE, we wud be fine cooks. and that is why we ask our mothers and that is when we get the reply "to taste"...so there: the VICIOus SALT CIRCLE..
"so the moral of the story??? ", u ask me..here goes..
some decisions are always our to take and their consequences, ours to bear!
await the next in the series:)