Posts Tagged ‘kalyan’

Two Dictators

April 2, 2020

Email to Nanna:

Here are K1 and K2, dictating to me what they want to say about your lemon cake. It has been mentioned at least fifty time in the past two days.

Message begins:

K2: Nana, I love your lemon cake. I want to visit you on Christmas and Easter because in those festivals, your lemon cake is the best (not festivals, times)

K1: Because we have never tasted it other than those times. Your lemon cake is better than potato (which I love very much)

K2: I also want to visit you early because otherwise I will miss Easter.

K1: Nana I love your lemon cake way more than any of the birthday cakes I’ve ever had…Kalyan keep quiet!….I am still dictating….Nanna, your lemon cake is one of my most favourite cakes baked by you.

K2: Nana, I also love your lemon cakes way more than even pizza. Kavya, keep quiet! Nana, your lemon cake is my favourite food.

K1: I think if you are in some kind of cooking competition you would definitely win first prize with your lemon cake….Deepamma, I can see that! Kalyan, please get your hand off my foot!…

K2: If you are in MasterChef Australia, a TV show, you would win with your awesome lemon cake. That is the same thing Kavya said, but with some edits. If I am wrong, please email me.

K1: Anyway, once you do, I’d love to see your first place trophy. I don’t know why we are writing you email about your lemon cake, it’s absolutely weird, when we are in the middle of making brownies and she (Deepamma) called us over here. But I bet the brownies will never be nearly as good as your lemon cake….no, I don’t want to say bye yet!….fine, fine…

K2: Anyway, that was Kavya. But why did she have to add the part that said, it is weird we are emailing you? I don’t know. But if I ever get to eat any food I like, I would pick your lemon cake.

K2 pushes off to the kitchen. K1 : OK, fine, bye.

There are now two dictators in my life!

Love from K1, K2, and Deepa.

In the morning on the first of April

April 1, 2020

Me: Your parents cleared out your Lego pieces yesterday.
K2: WHAT! Rushes off to check.
Me: April Fool!
K2: Ha, ha, ha. But actually….you shouldn’t joke about my Lego. It gave me palpitations.

K1: OW! I stepped on a piece of glass! *limps to the sofa*
Me: Oh, let me have a look.
K1: April Fool!

More about K2

March 26, 2020

Father: If I give you $5, how many quarters will you give me?
K2: Don’t ask me such hard questions.
Me: Let’s take it step by step. If I give you one dollar, how many quarters will I get from you?
K2: Zero. Thank you for the dollar. I am not going to give you any quarters back!

I broke into O+ laughter…

March 25, 2020

K2: My blood group is O+.
Me: That means it’s Hopeless (O+).
K2: (angrily) DON’T MAKE FUN OF MY BLOOD GROUP!

Life with K2

March 3, 2020

Peanut “brittle” is traditionally made at home in small little balls, and we call them “kadalai mittAi” (peanut sweet). K2, after he comes home from school and has his snack and milk (and finishes any leftover lunch), comes and sits up close to me on the sofa and we read a few books together. I call this “cuddly mittAi” time. When his elfin, naughty face looks at me and his eyes twinkle, he is indeed a “mittAi” and the sweetness of my love for him overwhelms me.

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Just caught K2 in time…he was putting liquid soap on to his toothbrush because the paste was over. In few years I might do that myself if he uses swear words!

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K2: When it comes to Lego, Deepamma, your grammar is very poor.
Me: Oh… Why?
K2: You keep calling them “pieces”. But when I have built them together… they are “structures” !
Me, chastened and humbled: I suppose you mean my “vocabulary” is poor, but I get the idea… Early morning Lego 101 for me!

Here he is, photo taken 16 Mar ’19…just about a year ago.

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The “teacher’s” note, K2, 080120

January 8, 2020

K2’s “teacher” allegedly sent this note from school.

K2 "Send Chips" note,080120

When faced with it, he unrepentantly grinned and said, “Yes, I wrote it!”

Wonder what he will think of next!

K2: His age

December 3, 2019

K2: Has it been 20 years since I was born?
Mother: No. How old are you?
K2: 7.
Mother: Then…. How many years since you were born?
K2:… One hundred?

K2 and PDA (Public Display of Affection)

October 12, 2019

I’ve been noticing an increasing (and quite understandable) resistance on K2’s part, to give me an “Uggandakiss”.

Today, when I asked, he said, “I can’t kiss you, my nose is too big.”

More from K2, 190919

September 19, 2019

K2: Paru Sharma is actually Rama.
Me: Oh, really?
K2: Yes, he is Vishnu, born as Rama and then as Krishna.
Me (catching sight of the Amar Chitra Katha in his hand): Oh…that’s Parashurama!

He’s very annoyed that I am laughing. I am hoping that he doesn’t make the Buddha into a Buddhu…

The waking child

August 9, 2019

t’s a reasonable time in the morning. The little body next to me stirs; the eyes flutter open, then close again. A little turn, and two little arms twine themselves around my neck, as the child cuddles up for a few minutes. Then the eyes, and the mouth, smile up at me. A few quiet remarks, a short prayer, and then, the child is up.

This…this…is the way children should wake up every day…not the daily ritual of “getupgetupGETUP it’s getting late for school!”, with the entire routine of Ayurveda medicines and tablets, school uniforms and shoes, bags and notebooks, breakfast and milk, have to be got through before the child boards that unforgiving school bus, too early in the morning. But…I am talking of Utopia.

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