Teri Meri Prem Kahaani- The Proposal

December 6th – I was talking to my neighbour and best friend sitting on the steps outside the house when he called up. And said “what time do we meet tomorrow? Shall I come at 10?” I said yes and he said” OK, I have something important to tell you tomorrow.See you then” and he cut the call.I was surprised.He never needed any time and permission to come home-so why the question? And what was so important-was he thinking of backing off from CAT?Did something happen at home? Was there something happening in the friends’ circle that I was unaware of? My friend just pooh-poohed the whole thing and predicted that he would propose to me. And I just laughed out loud – what was so special in tomorrow that he would (and I was not even sure that there was something like that) ? And why now when we were studying so seriously for the exams? That would only just distract us both from the goal…

December 7th (tuesday) – He came home at 10.30 after dropping his mom off at school and meeting a friend (she was a school teacher).And we began studing. I could sense that he was not concentrating enough. I asked him a couple of times, got irritated with his response “I’ll tell you in a bit” and then just to keep myself from screaming at the suspense, put more effort in solving the mock exam paper. We had lunch at 1.30 and then he kept asking for glasses of water-I still remember he had about 7 glasses of water. As per routine he was supposed to pick up his mom from school at 4pm.

After lunch, I insisted that I had enough of studies and pestered him to tell me what was that ‘important’ thing that he wanted to tell me. I kept asking about everyone in the group, family, future (we were all in that empty space of what next after degree) and he kept saying no to everything. Then finally at 3.30pm he stood from where he was sitting,began pacing the room and said* “Look, this has been on my mind for a long time now and I really dont know yet, why Im telling this to you today, but I’ve given it a lot of thought-for nearly an year now and I dont want to beat round the bush anymore…” And I asked him “Oh! You want to tell me that you are in love with u or V? All this prelude for that-Bah! I had already told you…” “Will you just listen to me, Dumbo, its you!” Im literally seeing stars by now “Whaat?”

” I love YOU”

“What are you joking?”

“Why should I be joking, its you I love not anyone else” By this time my hands were shivering and I didnt know how to react and things became hazy for a few mins. And I asked him again “Are you sure?!” “Ofcourse,Im sure. I told you, I’ve given it a lot of thought since our second year degree trip.And I want an answer from you”.

“Second year trip? That was more than an year back! you got so much time to think all this. How can I give you an answer in less than 5 mins”

 “Look, I need to leave now to pick up Amma and I want an answer. I cant go from here without knowing what your answer is. If you think that this will not work out tell me right now and I will never ask you again”

“You cant insist on an answer like this! I dont know!”

 “Think now, and tell me in the next 4 mins. you know, I have to leave by 3.45 otherwise I will be late”

By this time, there were a million thoughts in my head-parents acceptance, we were still studying-no way I could tell my parents at that time, what if either set doesnt accept and then the biggest question of all-was this really serious? We were still 19 and in college but I was always serious about being committed to one person all my life and I couldnt take a break-up… That too, after what had happened to my friend…

At the same time, I knew there was something special I shared with him. He was definitely one person that I could share all my secrets with and could think of sharing the rest of my life with. He was one person who could let me dream but also keep me grounded to reality… He had become my “best friend” and who better than a best friend as a life partner? I knew he cared for me a lot and that a person who loves and respects his mother so much, would give me the same kind of love and respect to his wife.I knew, if I said ‘No’ this friendship we shared would also be lost and I was not ready for that.

So, I answered “I really dont know yet. I think I love you too but Im not sure. For me, this is for keeps, I dont want a boyfriend today and marry someone else tomorrow. Please dont play with me. If you are really serious then this is for the rest of our lives. I dont know how parents will react, what will happen now, and I want atleast 6 months time to to really understand if this will work. I will never come out with you alone anywhere(What rubbish it was!), and please dont tell this to anyone right now.”

“Parents reaction-I can assure you my parents will agree, we will ofcourse not tell anyone right now. But that much I can promise that this is for life-long for me too… Our relationship has not even begun and you are already thinking of quitting? I have given it enough thought and Im going to convince you in the 6 months that this is for keeps…Thank You!” He gave me the hugest# smile I ever saw on his face and rushed out to pick up his mom…

*I have tried to recollect and put verbatim here, but its been a dozen years now…

 #SnS please pardon the language-but I dont know how else to describe that smile…

Next Episode: First Date and the days after…


Teri Meri Prem Kahaani-Friendship to Love

During the first year of college, apart from those couple of instances there was hardly any interaction between us. Then January came and we had our first class trip to Hemagiri falls. It was a lot of fun getting to know the people in the class.(class strength had dwindled out by then with people going off to Engg and Medical colleges). I remember S was the only guy who stood at the bottom of those slippery stone extensions which were used as steps to get down into the water and helped every girl and the teacher get down. score-1. I realised maybe he really wasnt that egoistic guy.On the journey back home that evening, he sat next to me and that was when I really spoke to him. Rather he spoke to me-only about his mom for more than half the journey,making me realise how much of a mamma’s boy he was. He readily accepted that he was a mamma’s boy and respected her a lot – score-2. I had until then not met a teenage guy who would readily admit it. We also spoke about his arrogance and I remember him clearly laughing out loud and explaining each an every instance I thought he had been arrogant. A lot about his personality became clearer to me that day and I guess we became friends since then. Ofcourse-imagine, we were 18 and in college so there were other guys who began to tease us together. Initially we just got irritated and then we just began to ignore them.

The second year of college started and it seemed like there was never a break. We continued to be good friends and we moved around in a big gang of 12-8 girls and 4 boys. We used to either attend classes together or bunk together, go to someone’s house, sit and chat or walk the 1.5kms to the nearest complex and share chaats with the combined money we had. None of us used to have any more than 20-30rs at any point in time. One of the guys had a maruti omni and all of us used to dump ourselves in that and go to drop each one home! Ofcourse all our parents knew about our gang (Dad called us the ‘Dirty Dozen’) and we used to make an adda out of someone’s house whenever we bunked classes. That was the time other love stories began to happen in the group. There became another couple Sh&Sm and there were a couple of proposals from other guys to me. We also began to tease S with another girl who was quite serious about him and had even told at home. We also went on the very eventful 2nd year trip to Bulmuri falls and on the way back we again sat next to each other. I think by then most of the crowd knew that there was something brewing between us while I was still stupidly ignoring everything. We ended up holding hands and looking at the stars that evening through the journey back home.

In all this fun, we also had a big tragedy, which left us all completely shaken. We were studying for the final exams when one morning we got to know that one of our friend had committed Suicide. We only knew that she had a boyfriend but none of us knew who he was and how serious their relationship was. And apparently he dumped her.She committed suicide. And it left me very very upset. Not that she was my best friend-but she was someone I used to talk to on a regular basis and I cried for days. That was the time,I guess, his calls to me began on a daily basis…

In the final year, S decided to take up CAT entrance exam for IIM. And he convinced me that it would be good for me to take too. I came home and asked Dad,he readily agreed and was very happy that he didnt have to push me into something and I wanted to do it myself. So, we began to do combined studies together which gave us more time to be alone and not create doubts (or so we thought.Bah! Now I wonder, who were we trying to fool?!). And we did study seriously until December 7th….

PS:  People, please bear with me! I didnt realise that there would be so much story to tell when I first started it. Infact I told Seema that it would end in one episode. After reading this, it seems long enough to add more into this. So, proposal and what happens next, in the next post…

A Real Love Story: My entry for the Get Published contest’-Teri Meri Prem Kahaani-No love at First Sight

It was those initial days of degree college when we were 4 school friends in a new college. We were very religiously attending the classes. One such hot July afternoon, we were all sitting in a very strict Math class- I can still remember the Mehendi Brown hair of the lecturer with his tall build. It was about 20mins since the class had started and we heard some noise and a few boys wanted to come into the class.None of them had the guts to ask the lecturer an “Excuse Me” or “May I come In” and were discussing who would ask. Then one of them was pushed ahead and asked permission very confidently and when the lecturer asked why they were late, he very confidently said “Sir, we didn’t know whose class it was, only when we realized it was your class, we decided to attend” and the lecturer just let them all in. The friend sitting next to me nudged me and said” He is S, he was in my class in +2 also. Very arrogant guy.”- That was the first sight. Confession: I kind of liked his confidence and the way his hair fell on his forehead…

He says: He first ‘noticed’ me at the bus stop one afternoon while my friend and me were waiting for the bus. I do remember that conversation-about planning for the 1st year trip and I also remember we missed a couple of buses so we could continue chatting! And all that he noticed about me was my non-stop chatter with a lot of head and arm waving and he thought “My God! How much this girl talks with all those actions! I wonder how her neck doesn’t hurt by the end of the day!”

The boys had decided to participate in the college inter class drama competition that year, while the rest of the class had to contribute money. And we all had to give it to S! During a break between classes one of the girls gave him the money and he said something real nasty and I lost my temper. I shouted right back at him and told him that there was no need for any Ego clashes here and we were only giving money as a class, so if he didn’t want it he could just leave and pay the rest of the money from his pocket. And he just stared at me and walked off. Much later I got to know that the 2 had already had a fight regarding this money and that was a continuation of the same argument and I had only heard his words.Oops! But no, I didn’t apologize.

And that is how we met. I remember telling a friend then: “My God! This guy has so much ego that he needs someone really strong who can head-butt with him at every stage to get things her way.”

Little did I know that *that* girl could be me!

This is my entry for the HarperCollins–IndiBlogger Get Published contest, which is run with inputs from Yashodhara Lal andHarperCollins India

Teri Meri Prem Kahaani – Trailer

Since Seema refused to write her love story unless I wrote mine 😀 Here is the series that I promised her. Im sure its not going to be as Masaledaar as hers, and I just cant wait to read her series which is ofcourse password protected (psst, mail her for the password).

Well! To start off with, here’s how life has been with Hubby over the last 7 years (nearly) documented here:










For all those who wanted a peek into my very personal life – here it is 🙂

Picture abhi baaki hai…

Tagged – Did I write all this?

There was a tag going around on posting what we thought about our own posts. And I was (still am) apprehensive about going back and reading them and selecting them too – God! Some of them are so silly, some mushy, some ridiculous – so how do I choose? Infact I didnt want to do them at all but then SnS had left a comment recently again that I should complete this task. So here goes this tag…

Oh! By the way, It was Ani who tagged me to do this post – SnS only commented I should do it (Sticks tongue out).So this one’s for you Ani 😀


1) Blogger is nominated to take part

2) Blogger publishes his/her 7 links on his/her blog – 1 link for each category. The links are:

– Your most beautiful post

– Your most popular post

– Your most controversial post

– Your most helpful post

– A post whose success surprised you

– A post you feel didn’t get the attention it deserved

– The post that you are most proud of

3) Blogger nominates up to 5 or more bloggers to take part. – OK, I think most of the bloggers I read have already been tagged, only some that are my very dear friends, who do blog and lurk but dont actually comment are left out-so I will tag them 🙂 Lets see if I can get them out of hibernation!

Deepti (Not that she lurks but she is a new blogger)
Seema (didnt see her doing this)

4) These bloggers publish their 7 links and nominate another 5 more bloggers – That is upto their discretion if they want to pass the tag on or not – Now now People! Dont come with Stones..
5) And so it goes on!

Your most beautiful post –
I have 2 actually-both of them are the Dad’s letter to his son. I write enough here and vent all my feelings too (well mostly) but it takes a lot of effort to cajole the Dad to write something and that too he does it only for the son.So for the last 2 years, these words form a part of his gift to Chutku and so they are very special and beautiful to me…



– Your most controversial post
Not exactly controversial but something that got a lot of thoughts and comments:


This one that I had written quite sometime back: (Since SnS and RM had suggested that I link them to old posts)

– Your most helpful post – (I stick to my opinions and dont actually write anything helpful to anyone here)Not exactly helpful but since there was some general gyan on festivals and my Fave RM said she will come back here to read 🙂 –

– A post whose success surprised you  One really silly post that got a huge amount of response that it really did surprise me:


And this one was just a weekend update but got quite a few comments:


– A post you feel didn’t get the attention it deserved – Hmm… none actually! I always only blogged to make this a place holder for all my thoughts so I need to really go back and …..

I think these posts, because if you havent read them (Barring RM 🙂 )-then I would love to know your views:



– The post that you are most proud of Quite Obviously the TRBA Award winning post! 🙂


and this one that I wrote for the VAWM:


Whew! Im done with the tag. And since Im still browsing through my old posts and I thought, your thoughts on these would be interesting to know, here are some old posts (because some of you asked!):






I had even submitted this to TRBA:

Bwahahaha! I just got so greedy, and so confused 😦 NOW, go on and comment everyone, I have spent enough time in collecting these posts,so please dont let my efforts go waste!

My Jan trip with friends

I had written here that there is something being planned and I didn’t want to jinx it-and that was this plan  of an all girls outing over the republic day weekend.. It initially started off with 5 of us – U,C,T,Gundu and me but then U’s hubby met with an accident and she backed off and C ‘ gave haath’ in the last minute. But still the plan was on and we did go on this trip – Aha! Here’s the summary of the 3 days holiday without family,hubby,baby – My first ever with friends!

Day 1: We started at 6am from my home as I was the first pickup and by the time we eventually left bangalore it was nearly 7.30. Added to that was the holiday traffic and all restaurants were crowded. We eventually decided to stop for brkfast at 9 at KAmat Loka Ruchi, had yummy akki rotti and idlis and started from there again in about half hour.We chatted non-stop until we reached the resort and even told the driver that we have been friends since school so we have a lot ofcatching up to do! We reached the Windflower resort by 1pm and all doubts of how the place will be just vanished just looking at the reception area! Oh Man! That resort was bliss just bliss. And the suite my friend had boked was just short of heaven! Jacuzzi and rain shower in a h.u.g.e bathroom and comfy double bed with an additional roll-on bed. Despite all plans of going out after lunch, we ate so much that we just lazed around on the bed watching TV and internet,applying nail polish (yeah,I realised I hadnt applied one in God knows how long a time!) and talking just about everything under the sun! Despite eating like a pig at lunch (I should’ve made a note of all things we ate over the days!) we were hungry by dinner time – amazing! By dinner the temperature had fallen and it was cold enough for me to take out the pullover which actually occupied half my luggage 🙂 Again, we downed the dinner along with a glass of red wine. 2 sips of that wine and I had this light buzz that I was unhappy about – a kick for just 2 sips – Che! That was just not me. And I also worried that I would end up loosing control (which issomething that I hate) and so much to my friend T’s embarassment and chagrin I ate curd rice to get the effect off 😀 And then finished the complete glass quite comfortably. We then went back to the room by 10.30 and while the other 2 were contemplating the outside rain shower or jacuzzi I was in snoozeland in no time. Just the thought that I dont have to wake up in the middle of the night to give a bottle to Chutku or be aware of not rolling on him in sleep – whatever it was-I slept real peacefully and didnt get up until 5.30am when T suddenly shouted at her brother in sleep 🙂 (Another solace-Im not the only one who talks in sleep!)

Day 2: After which I couldnt go back to sleep no matter how much I tried, so I woke up at 6, opened the balcony doors – stepped out and saw the sun rise. The fresh chilly air, the chirping of birds and then a few really small yellow ones flitting here and there already. And then I came in to check my emails if any and while I sat there not really interested in the laptop looking out, a magpie came to the balcony,stood outside the door and sat staring at me for a few moments. Then it pecked at some dirt there,looked at me again and just flew away – it was such a peaceful moment-just thinking about it makes me sigh!

We had called the Spa in advance for a head,neck and shoulder massage at 9am and so Gundu and I went to brkfast at 8 and then walked to the spa. The massage was soo good that it gave me a buzz equal to being drunk the previous evening. Just bliss again…It was so good that Gundu decided to get a back massage too and since T was also getting it done-they convinced me to get one too! So all morning we were at the Spa getting massages done and comparing notes 🙂 It was a struggle to even walk back to the room after that! Unfortunately we had planned to go to Talacauvery, Bagamandala and Madikeri Raja seat in the afternoon so after a heavy lunch again we started at 3 to these places. Tala Cauvery was real cool with the clouds hovering just above us,covering the sun completely and there was hardly any crowd either.Spent half hour there and came to Baga Mandala which was a disappointment actually. There was hardly any water to say that there was a ‘sangama’ of 3 rivers there! But still-where there is water-I have to put my feet in there 😀 So I did some climbing and jumping around to find a cleaner spot and put my feet in the chilly water for a few mins…A few photo ops later we started to Madikeri. By the time we reached Raja seat the sun had set and the crowd was waiting for the Musical fountain to start. We also roamed around the park a little, took pictures and waited for the musical fountain to start. Watched a couple of songs and then the crowd got too much for comfort and we just decided to walk away from there. Reaching the resort we directly went in to dinner at 8pm and by that time I had eaten so much that my stomach refused to take in any more food! I still had some rice, tasted my friend’s wine, ate ice cream 😀 and went back to the room. Any sleep that wanted to come just vanished while we did some channel surfing, loaded he photos onto my laptop and spoke until 1am. As we just slept, my friend T got a call from her hubby – at 2.30am to ask why she didnt call him before sleeping 😀 Thinking about it now, I have a smile on my face but after that call we all took quite sometime to calm overselves and get back to sleep! 😀

Day 3: Saturday morning was depressing because we knew we had to go back! We once more went around the resort taking pictures and after another heavy brkfast (actually, you name it you have it kind of buffet it was through out the stay) we settled the bills and started from the resort at 11.45. On the way we visited the Namdroling Monastery and T did some shopping and bought a beautiful Buddha face to hang in her living room. We wanted to visit the Nimishamba temple (rather I wanted to) but then we were so hungry by the time we reached Srirangapatna that we just drove on to find a hotel to eat… HAd lunch at 3pm and coffee in the coffeeday at 4.30 🙂 The journey back was more of listening to 90s songs and commenting about them rather than give away juicy pieces of our gossip to the driver. He too, I think, was bugged of our nonstop bak-bak by then 😀 Though we dropped Gundu to her home at 6.30 it was past 8pm when I reached home after facing the sat evening traffic 😦 cursing the same pollution and noise and the traffic was the first thing we did after enjoying the fresh air,chirping of the birds and cool breeze of Coorg…

Just before I left on this trip, there was a lot on my mind and I realise that I was on the verge of depression-having crying bouts and was feeling that I couldnt handle all the things that life was throwing at me from all directions. Now, at the end of the holiday -Im back completely refreshed and a lot more energetic and with a confidence that I will be able to handle everything that comes my way!

And for some of you who,Im sure will be thinking how Chutku handled this 2 nights seperation – he was a trooper. I had been telling him for 2 days that I will be going to ‘Ooru’ with my friends and though he kept saying that he wants to come too-he didnt really bother much while I was not there.With 2 sets of doting grand parents and Dad to take him around, he has enjoyed the 2 days as well as I have, I think. Yes, he did cry in the office on friday apparently because

I was not there but otherwise was fine. On saturday night when I reachd home-he got so excited that he did not even eat his dinner fully and kept hugging me and coming back for hugs 🙂 making me feel that he had missed me somewhere. And on sunday morning, he rolled towards me,slept on my arm and kept careassing my arm and stomach and sighing in his sleep – as if ensuring that I was back. Isnt that a pretty good reward to know that your baby missed you while you were away 🙂

I thought I had learnt a lot about myself (introspection?) during this trip which unfortunately I have forgotten now..So was that all really a learning, I wonder.

Thought I will add some pictures to this post, but unfortunately Im unable to access Picassa from work – so that has to be done from home.Hmmm… I think its time I moved to a more upgraded android phone than the same old Samsung that I have… What say?

Edited to Add: I had written the post a week or so after I came back from the trip, but deciding to take a break-I didnt publish it then…so, putting it up here today. Better late than never,huh?

Friday Fun – 1 for the stolen moment

At the end of the tiring day when the 2 heads are on the same pillow (amma dimbu (pillow) mele thaachi) and general masti is going on…. A pair of tiny palms holds the big face,pushes the stray strand of hair away from the face and stares earnestly at the whole face and those tiny lips part in a full smile – says more than any words can say that he loves me 😀

And I had the most peaceful sleep in a really long time that night…

Leaving you with some pictures of the little monster…

Trying out Brownie ice cream for the first time

Wearing Amma’s Watch

Thatha’s helmet 😀

To Touch or not to Touch

Surprisingly after a really long time I came across this question – not in family but at the workplace! I couldnt believe my ears when a collegue said that she didnt want to share our food/touch us(me and my friend) because she was doing a vrat that day and fasting.And why didnt she want to touch? Because it was *that* time of the month for us!!

And that really shocked me. Here I am today wondering what I can do to ease the stomach cramps and the girl says this?! And then Im not even sure if she was just joking! Come on! A 20-something girl, working in an IT company means well educated, good exposure and THIS?!

Why? When I asked her what she does – she said that when she is at home she does sit out for 3 days and then doesnt eat with everyone-has her own set of vessels to eat with and no bath, no touching anything etc; And I was taken aback! In today’s times when technologies, medical sciences have evolved and we have moved away from so many unnecessary traditions and proved that this one too is baseless she is still so conditioned to do all this?

I can understand that this was a necessity years ago when women did hard labour (I will even today advocate rest for those labour women,given a choice-even to me!) and hygiene standards were non-existent. When a woman could not clean herself up because there were no facilities available. But with all the sanitary options, why the mental block to move ahead? Why still be in the same time warp instead of moving forward and showing that this monthly thing does not make us weaklings.When we can handle this month on month – we can take on everything else too! I mean – come on! How much of hormonal changes, physical stress we go through during those days and still how much women have progressed in all fields we still have people who choose to do this because “My mom wants me to do it”. Such is the condtioning.How disheartening.

Thankfully I had not many restrictions regarding this.Granny and Mom never made a big fuss out of it though I was banned from entering the Pooja Room. MIL never has even these thoughts. So in my own home I do what I want to but there are times that I suddenly think – If I were in mom’s house, she wouldnt like it. But she doesnt say anything to me now, neither does she say anything to my SIL. And I always thought if I ever have a daughter Im never going to impose all these on her-ever!

Oh! And what is the need to announce and advertise to the entire world that the girl has attained puberty?! Horrible! and how embarassing to the little girl who has just realised what is happening and needs some space for herself to come to terms with all the changes in her body? Why put a pandal and invite the world over while all she wants is probably to be left alone? In a society like ours when its a taboo to talk about sex, they prefer to announce the beginning of mentruation cycle?! What double standards are these?

Yes, tradition and culture are all important-festivals for joy and celebration, God and temples for trust and faith in some power that is beyond us (this is another long pending post) but not just blindly follow a repressive custom just because our grand mothers or great grand mothers did it – they did it for a reason and now when the reason doesnt exist we need to cease following the tradition too… What tradition is it if it doesnt respect a scientific natural requirement of the human body that doesnt allow women of mentruating age to go to temples, or even more – females in general… Of all the talk of respecting women and progressive culture, the actions are still so repressive. And Actions DO speak louder than just words – dont they?

Do we really want to pass on this kind of a confused culture to our children? We need to come out of the ‘culture cocoon’ and form a new tradition, improve where our actions prove that we respect the women for all that they are-including their PMSs and their much necessary monthly cycles. That each of our child irrespective of gender is given equal opportunities (ofcourse, there is more that goes into this) And yes,we need to start with re-conditioning our own minds.

PS: This was on my mind and SnS’s post triggered these words 🙂 Thanks SnS!(And oh! please excuse the multiple uses of !! and the grammar/spelling mistakes if any-I havent reviewed it before publishing 🙂 )

Friday Fun – His (High)Brattiness

I had heard that its always Terrible Twos and I guess somewhere I was also prepared for some amount of it! But at this level – Baap Re! I never expected so much of tantrum throwing/naughtiness/stubbornness from the tiny little fellow I had assumed him to be!

The Little Monster: Tuesday – I get not one but 3 complaints – from 2 moms and the child – “Chutku, pushed me. Chutku hit my baby today” and when I asked him “did you push” he says  “Amma, Chutku push Leena” Huh?! All through the journey back home I kept telling him that he should not hit/push anyone and he kept saying ‘Chuktu Push Leena’. And not just that, he goes home and tells my mom “Ammamma, naanu Leena push maaDde” (I pushed Leena!) proudly! He has also learnt to pinch and Ouch, that really hurts! so if he wants cartoon and we refuse – you see him bringing his thumb and forefinger together ready to pinch!

He has become extremely vocal and expressive now. And he DEMANDS!
He generally sits in the front seat of the car – in his car seat and seat belt. All these days the seat belt was never an issue, now suddenly over the past 2 weeks he insists that he doesnt want to wear seat belt.
“Amma, beltu thegi,beltu beda” and when I asked him why he doesnt want to seat belt – ” Naanu, appa car driving” action and noise included! A shocked Appa asked him then where will Appa sit? Very generously he points to his car seat and says “Appa illi sit-tu” 😀 And I was literally ROTFL sitting in the back seat.

Dropping him to the day care is an excercise everyday now. He wants to first go see Appa TV (Laptop) at his Dad’s desk and then see the fishy in the pond on the way, so as the car nears the office gate he says “Amma,neenu hogu naanu appa TV noDtheeni, neenu aamele baa” (Amma you go,I will watch Appa TV, you come later” and then when he does come into the day care he starts “Ratna Aunty beda, Amma beku” tantrum until I have to literally pry him away from me,hand him over to the lady and walk out. And if I go peep in the next 2 mins – he is happy playing on the tricycle.

Ah! Tricycle reminds me – His GrandParents have bought him one for his Bday and needless to say – everything happens on that these days. You want him to do anything, you only have to mention – Cycle beka? And the task gets done. Its the cutest when he goes behind his ammamma,points to the miniscule space behind him on the seat and says “ammamma baa, illi thookko (Koothko-Sit), Tata onana (HogoNa-we will go) ” 😀 And you can see the four adults in various positions laughing out heads off 😀 But thats the innocence that thankfully is still retained…

The bestest advantage of having my parents around-I think I have mentioned this before – Mom spends an hour beginning at 7.15pm to nearly 8.15 running around behind him – on his cycle, showing Chandamaama, threatening that the ‘Uppa Anna’ (Ghee and Salt-Uppu-Thuppa has become Uppa, Anna-Rice) will be fed to Thatha and somehow ensures that some amount of dinner goes into that reluctant mouth…

Some of his vocabulary (I already mentioned Thookko and Onana):
All fruits are Banana
Tomato – Totomo
Potato – Topato
Iruve (ant) – Ivure
Kannadaka (specs) – thanaka
AppaLa(paapad) – Chappala! (Very close to Chappali=slippers,the first time he said it, took me a couple of mins to understand)
Haakko (Put/wear) – AathoLu
Thogo (take) – ThothoLu

And just to enjoy this thothla ram some more I teach him these words:
Kiladi Kitta – thilali thittha
Kedi Subba – thedi thubba
Thutherikki – Thuthithi
Akatakata 😛 (Even husband couldnt say it first time
Shambho shankara -Thanno thanthana
Nautanki – Nathanthi

And Oh! The Kolaveri song – My God! This has become a must have these days in the car or even as a lullaby! And he sings most of the lyrics perfectly:
Hand la glaach
glaach la scotch
eyes fullaa teaLllu
Louu louu bouu bouu!!

And when I tell him ‘Love You’ he says “loouu louu bouu bouu” – I didnt know if I should get irritated because of the songs influence or I should just be glad about his memory power and his linking capacity!
Talking about memory, My cousin’s wife came home last weekend and taught him Superman, superman song and yesterday he remembered it  and began to sing “Superman,superman: thatha van thatha van” !
And when I asked him who taught him ths song he said Athethe (Atthe) – I asked him is it K atthe? He says “Alla amma, K atthe alla, U atthe” – even remembering who taught him the song and when…

The biggest challenge for me now – How do I channalise all this memory power and unlimited energy? Im tired by the end of the day and he still has unlimited reserves… Whew! This parenting!