Recently I received a “email forward” which listed the various ways in which the world has changed since I was a kid. Stuff like when I was a kid we didn’t have The Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves, in the […Read More…]
“I want water” It was 10pm. Rabad should have been asleep about an hour ago, but wasn’t. So she was slightly cranky too. But every once in a while, we decide that spoonfeeding is not on. “Go get it yourself from the fridge.” “But it dark there.” After about 5 minutes of fruitlessly trying to […Read More…]
Rabad loves drawing and coloring. She goes to a drawing class three times a week, where they teach her how to copy drawings made by her teacher and then color them with crayons. Even otherwise, she spends a lot of time drawing or coloring – with crayons, sketch pens, or water colors. She can literally […Read More…]
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 […Read More…]
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 – […Read More…]
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.