this was when we went to watch om shanti om. during the “31 star” song, rabad started screaming “om shanti om” at the top of her voice, every time they said it - which is like 256 times.
anyways, i tried to “shhhhushhh” her.
“mumma, they are shouting “om shanti om”, i am only copying them”
i think i should just be happy that she didn’t say, “i am hot girl na…”
(for the uninitiated, the song goes “all the hot girls, put your hand in the air and say om shanti om”)
I was telling a group of friends how anurag kashyap hated the dialogues
he wrote for Shakalaka Boom Boom and that he wrote a post titled shaka
laka fuck fuck at Passion for Cinema.
rabad, who i thought was sleeping, asks …”mamma, what did that uncle say?”
hubby dear - “Shakalaka boom boom”
rabad - “then what did mamma say”
hubby dear - “ask mamma”
rabad- “what is puck puck” - at this point i was looking for a place to sink my face in
hubby dear - “uh…um…”
rabad - “draw it for me”
o-kay - i shall be more careful next time. and will copy-paste this 100 times as punishment.
we usually watch violent movies or movies that are too serious for the kids, when the kids are sleeping. so, it turns out that the movies that we’d like to catch in the theater are seen with two seats reserved for the two sleeping babies. and most times they sleep through the movie
one morning, abu saw some used movie ticket stubs outside my purse, “maa, which movie are these for?”
me - “a mighty heart, you slept when we were watching it yesterday”
abu - “what was it about?”
me - “about an aunty who lost her husband and she was looking for him”
abu - “did she sing a sad song?”
yeah-yeah-yeah, it is time to introduce the kids to non-hindi movies.
one morning at the breakfast table rabad, “mamma, how is milk made?”
me - “an uncle gets it out of the cow’s stomach”
rabad - “hmmm…ok”
rabad - “are plastic bags also made in the cow’s stomach?”
we get milk every morning in sealed plastic bags.