abu? rabad?? read this to know more about them


cross-check and follow-up

Posted on June 25th, 2008 in birds and bees, meetu, rabad, why? by meetu

so, the day before hubby dear had this conversation with rabad…

rabad - “mamma, when i grow up, i’ll have a pee-pee like abu, right?” (i think i sensed hopefulness in her tone)

me - “no baby, we were made girls and girls pee-pees are different from boys”

rabad - “but, why?”

me - “uh…..that’s how it is…”

rabad - “why did you make me girl, i wanted to be a boy”

me - “oh…uh…if you were a boy, you wouldn’t get to wear pretty skirts and frocks, clips and hairbands, bindis and bangles…”

i’m thinking really quick while i’m talking…this is not the right answer, what makes me like being a woman…being treated like a woman, that i think rabad is already making full use of (read foot note)…what else, what else…getting away from the traffic cop…no, bad idea…absolutely wrong time to tell her the things i hate about being a woman…

“how will you have a baby? only girls can have babies” BINGO! (she loves the idea of having a baby of her own)

rabad - “abu will not have a baby?”

me - “no”

end of conversation….matter disbursed for the time being…

after listening to the conversation between hubby dear and rabad, i get this feeling that rabad was double-checking and was clarifying her follow-up queries.

maybe we are goofing up. but how do you tell?

this happened last year, rabad was 3. we had been to a restaurant with a few friends recently. abu and rabad usually take off their shoes so that they can sit cross-legged.

at the end of the meal…

rabad - “you put on the shoes for me, pappa”

hubby dear - “no, on your own”

rabad, turning over to her friend ag, who is was 5 year old little boy - “please put shoes on for me”

ag dutifully bent over and put her shoes on for her…

hot girl na

Posted on January 30th, 2008 in meetu, movies, rabad by meetu

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”)

shaka laka !@#$ %^&*

Posted on January 30th, 2008 in meetu, rabad, what? by meetu

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.

a mighty heart

Posted on January 30th, 2008 in abu, meetu, movies by meetu

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.

and how is milk really made

Posted on January 30th, 2008 in how?, meetu, rabad by meetu

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.