abu & rabad

I’ve never let my schooling interfere with my education – Mark Twain These days, I am telling the kids stories of Shivaji, and I happened to be talking about the fact that Dadoji Konddev was Shivaji’s teacher, and how he taught Shivaji horse-riding, archery with a bow and arrow, fighting with a sword etc. And […Read More…]

“What shall I do now, Pappa?” asked Abu. In our house, this is usually code for, “Can I watch TV, Pappa.” Of course, he knows that watching too much TV is frowned upon, so he will not directly ask the question. Rather, he asks “What shall I do now.” And if I suggest any thing […Read More…]

Earlier Meetu wrote about how Abu wanted to give minus points to the terrorists. We’ve had a few sporadic conversations about the terrorists in the following few days. Often, I read newspapers at the breakfast table. And sometimes Abu and Rabad want to know what I am reading, and I try to tell them the […Read More…]

Yesterday in the afternoon, I was walking Rabad to the daycare. It was sunny and hot. “Pappa, is winter over?” “No baby. It is still winter, but for some reason it is hot today.” “Oh. I want winter back. I like the cold” Later, in the evening, unexpectedly it rained. The kids were playing downstairs, […Read More…]

“I wanted to be a boy,” said Rabad to me, out of the blue, a couple of days back. This is a common refrain with her. “Why?” “Because I want a pee-pee like boys.” Mamma and I have had this conversation with her before, so I knew what to say. “But then you would not […Read More…]