Mom's the Fav for the rite reasons!!

Conversation between an elderly gentleman and my son Pratham Today Morning.

EG: Who do you like the most Mom or Dad?
P : Of course Both!!
EG: Nah, one has to be a favourite!! tell me!

P : Then its Mom!
EG: Hmm... Why So?
P : Because she gave Birth to me and I am in life !!

The gentleman was stunned by this answer. He later told me that in his 60 years of life, its the first time that a kid this small has given such an answer!!

I am sooo blessed!!!!

Pratham and Cold

SO Pratham always has cold and the DOCS are of the Opinion that Bangalore Climate is the culprit. (We even had one suggesting that he has Asthma!!!!!!  LOL)  Anyways we are always on the NO ICE CREAM MODE . I even stopped giving him ghee(even though it was homemade) . But his Cold doesnt seem to subside!!!

WRT this cold there are a few funny things we experienced

1:  Once Prathm was coughing so badly and was in no mood to take medicines. I (wrong of me) exasperatedly said "You will die coughing, take this medicine" . It worked then. And i forgot my words.  The next day, Pratham got another bout of cough and immediately came running to me " Mummy Mummy!!! I am going to die now"

Me: What!!!

Pratham : I coughed and coughed and now i am going to die!!!

I realised that this was the result of my careless words and immediately hastened to pacify him.


2: At another instance Pratham Said " This cold is not GOING only!!!!!!  "

3: Latest , when he went to one of my friend's house, she asked about the tears in his eyes . His answer was-

" My eyes are always leaking!! Because my COLD is IMMORTAL "

LOL

Raag Yaman and Pratham

SO everyone, nowadays you will see me strumming my keyboard whenever i get the time.

I m trying little experiments with raagas and different tones.

So today when i got a little time between Feeding Pratham his dinner while watching Tom and Jerry and till "Sleepless in Seattle" started, I played raag yaman's bandish "Aree Eree Alee Piya Bina"

and i experimented with the various tones from Dulcimer to Saxophone and what should have been a short practice ended up being a full 10 minutes recital replete with Taana and Murkis!!

and you what i liked the best...

My 3 year old son clapped on his own accord and said "mama, you played nicely"

That is the accolade that is most important to me than any one else's...

(this proves that Pratham has an ear for classical music!!!! :-)

Sheela Kee Jawani

Haaa, that’s the hot item song of this moment in India. Katrina (wow ) is the item girl and every amar , akbar and anthony is humming this tune, if only unknowingly.

I am one of them too... this song is sooo catchy!! I have been humming it (and that too audibly at times) for the past few days. Imagine humming when typing that important Weekly Status Report!!!

Ok, Leave me, My 3 and half year old son is also SINGING IT!!!!!! Since we do not turn on music channels he doesn’t know the wordings too well (thank god for that, pat pat on good parenting) so he sings (and tht too loudly)

Sheela kee jawaani Faayoooo

HAHAHAH, and how exactly did he start singing this?

The culprit is the mail sent by one of my colleagues titled as the song. Naturally I had to hear it once to know that the big hullabaloo was about. And well... so smitten I was on hearing the song that I rendered it in my vocal chords even louder than DJ AQeel, forgetting that I had an impressionable tiny tot at home!!

Imagine my shock when my son who usually never sings, started "Sheela Kee Jawani !!! Mummy What is Jawani?"

Wellllll , now I couldn't explain that to him right? I made the mistake of telling him "oh nothing it means Sheela kaa dance"

Pratham: Hmm ok. What was that next line?

Me: Oh I forgot.

Pratham : No mom u know, its some Faayuuuu

Me: no dear I really cant remember.

Pratham was incredulous. He understood that mom was hiding something and that there is something really wrong with the song.

So now we get to hear doses of sheela kee jawani with sheela subsititued with whatever girly name he knows !!!

Hmmmm... the other day he stood in the supermarket aisle and screamed "Mummy Kee JAWANIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII, FAAAAAAAAYOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Pratham, the Englishman

Ok unlike other Indian Parents, we DID NOT START SPEAKING to Pratham in English. Actually even when we were off on our recent trip to California, we did not think that we should teach him conversational English either. But the little fellow has picked up English so well… We are sure he will be perfect by the time he reached the primary section(ie grade 1 – 4 for non Indians to understand)

Today as he lisps and speaks his baby sentences, we only sometimes not not correct him (yes two nots there).

His first English sentence was “HAPPY NEW YEAR” this was taught by Kris for the New year 2009. But the teaching ended there when he shyed out and didn’t say any word to the aunties and uncles he met around the time.

But today his English is as fluent as it can be allowed.

Like the other day he asked me “ Mama, are your listening? Or are your hearing?”

Or then his favourite phrase now “ Don’t tell me Wrong!!!” he says this when we try to tell him that he did a wrong thing!

When I get him home on the scooter and overtake a four wheeler(say car) “ Mama, Our Scooter is First, Scooter is a Winner, Car is Second”

When he wants to request us anything ” Papa I Ask you to give me ----“ or “Mama can you please make me some omlette” (that she prepares well) or “ Papa Can you please repair my building block” (Yes Papa can mend anything!)

OR when he doesn’t want to wake up in the morning “ I (am) not going to school today!”

On the road he identifies the Stetter, the Tanker, the Tipper, the Bulldozer and the tempo. And yes he loves Cranes!

One more thing, The moment he steps out of the house, he speaks only in English! Now, people would think that he has been instructed to do so, but friends, no, we have not.

The moment it is someone who is not a family member , the prattle with them is in guess what – English. (Its so funny to see him speak to the house maid in English, while she talks to him in Kannada)

Well, its not just us, but many other “Aunties” and “Uncles” agree that Pratham’s English is far much polished than any other child at his age. I will update this post with more English lines from him.

Man or Woman?

My in-laws are visiting us currently. As you know from my earlier posts, Pratham insists on speaking English(and pretty fluently at that). So he speaks to them in english too.

Now, my MIL knows English but uses the slang "man" often. Eg. "What are you doing man?" "Where are you going Man".

So now Pratham has started adding "man in his sentences"

today as i was looking into my facebook profile, as he was lying on his father's lap , asked me "What are you doing man? noooo what are you doing woman?"

I was so taken aback and looked at him surprisingly.

To this he said "Mama, you are girl no? so woman!"

This is just one of the many prodigious actions !! His word associations are brilliant!!

:-)

My house is bigger !!!

So Pratham told my MIL

Your house is very small!! only 2 floors no?

My house is veryyyy big, see 9 floors, also zero and -1.

you dont have -1 no?

(The apartment complex we live is multistoreyed. My In laws have an ancestral home which is single storeyed)

Pratham Speaks - Of Gals and Frocks

Sometime in the morning, when Pratham watchd the ads in between his SpongeBob Square Pants Episodes, he saw that most of the girls in US wore frocks.

So he told me 'Mummy, tu Girl Kee?'
Me : Yes dear, Haav Girl
Pratham : Tar Tu hee frock ghaal nai
Me: ok dr, haav frock ghaltaa ok?

Great!!, now i could buy many summer dresses here and blame the dollars spent on my son's express wishes of me wearing "frocks" :-)

In the evening as i was getting ready to go out for a walk, Pratham entered the room while dressing. I had only worn a top by then. This particular top was a bit flary and had a belt to tie at the back and was a bit short. So

Pratham: Mummy, Tu Frock ghale (happy smile)
Me: Hay Baalaa, have frock ghaale (just to humour him)

He surveyed me for 2 secs and then said 'Mummy tu ek pant ghaal nai, tujhee chaddi distaa"

Coming from him, it was sooo funny to hear that!!!! He was worried that I would venture out in so short a dress!!!

Me: Ohhhh, puttu haav pant ghaltaa haa, bhivu naaka.

I had to humour him rite?

HAHAHA

Engine Thushhhhhh Kartaa...

Some days back I blogged about Pratham's fetish for planes. But from the past 2 weeks, the interest has shifted to guess what? - Yeah easy. Trains. Only he calls them engine.

It all started when my parents left for home by the train. Krishna took Pratham to the Engine and described it. Once Back to the compartment you should have seen Pratham's delight. He narrated in his baby language how the engine went 'THUSHHHHHHHHH' - it let out steam and the poor dear was sooooooo scared that he held his papa tightly and wouldn't let go even after coming to the compartment in some 15 mins. But once he warmed up to the description, so cleverly asked by my mom, there was no stopping it.


It was then a non stop looping of these sentences spoken in various permutations of the words

' Engine Thushhhhhh Kartaa ' ( -> The Engine goes THUSHHHHHHHH)

Kitlee Hod Ashillee ( -> How big was the engine ?)

Mast Hod Ashillee ( -> It was huge)

Pratham Basun wata tatut ( -> Pratham will sit in this and go to grandparents' place)

Red Color engine.


And then I have downloaded a whole lot of Marathi Baalgeete(Children's Songs) with animations. He just loves them . His particular favourite nowadays is 'Mamachya Gavala Jauyaa' (ie. Lets go to Uncles' Village) . This Animation shows a very live looking Train which totters on the line with a couple of kids dancing and singing this song.

So he spends his time seeing and singing this song.


And then Last week when we went to GOA, we went by the train and that week was anyways spent on trains going from Goa to Kumta and then Kumta to Goa and then Back to Bangalore. SO well.. Pratham's 'Engine' mania reached its peak. The entire day was spent in 'THUSHHHHHH' and 'KOOOOOOOOOOOOO' to top that my parents and my SIL bought him two different train sets and well.. the reat is history...

Back to adult life, this enginomanio, reminds me of KUSUMAGRAZ's famous poem 'AAG GADI'. If you get a chance to read this you will realize that the poem reads like the chugging of the train. I tried googling for it but am yet to find a site which hosts even a part of the poem. Do let me know if anyone of you gets a hint.