Thursday, July 12, 2007

A Day Worth waiting for

Today is my birthday. Unlike my previous two birthdays where I hardly knew what is happening, this time I am fully aware of this event and what it means. I Have been attending quite a number of birthday parties of my friends and can sing the happy birthday rhyme at the mere sight of a cake .
All this while , poppy and mummy have been purchasing gifts for my friends which I normally refuse to part with. For me it is still difficult to reconcile with the fact that poppy is buying something which is NOT for me.
Last time, he bought a colorful book for reeshu bhaiya on his birthday.I almost cried for 30 minutes when mumma refused to let me flip the pages, let alone allow me to keep it. The misery became bearable few hours later, when I came back from the party with a nice return gift.


I am happy that it is gift-receiving time for me now. Meenu mausi has gotten me a nice dress. She came to my school as well to celebrate my Budday with my school friends.
In the evening , I am meeting Jhamu Chacha and Meenu mausi for dinner. I hear that a bigger party is being planned on the 21st of this month. I do not trust poppy on this. Last time also there were similar rumors but eventually there was no big party. He is a big कंजूस when it comes to spending money on parties. But this time I am smarter and aware. I am almost demanding it through my demeanor and actions if not explicitly saying it.



Meet some of my class mates



If Mumma is around I am the happiest.



















Papa, Mumma together In School= Chutti for the Day
If mumma or papa come to my school in the afternoon, chances are high that I would leave school early. This hasn't worked sometimes when one of them comes for "teachers-parents" meet. But I can say with certainty that when both of them come to my school, i would surely go for an outing with them. Today is one of these special days. I reached school at around 11.00 a.m and i was out at 4.00 with them. Have to go for my birthday dinner you see...

Play Ground at Kent Vale


Me and my Meenu Mausi

I share a special bond with Minu Mausi. Why and how part I am not too sure but in her presence I am extremely playful and comfortable. So much so that I can igonore/forget mumma for hours together. My other mausi's here like Neeni mausi and Prateechi mausi are not very delighted by this fact. They love me very much and I don't mind playing with them either. But Meenu mausi is special.

Who is my mumma ?

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Glued Together for Past 1 Year


I love to cling to my mom as much as I can and to the extent she can tolerate me. By the way, does she have much of a choice? She likes my clinging most of the time, like the one in the picture below... actually it is not so clear in the picture as to who is clinging to whom... But sometimes I indeed get on her nerves when she is in the kitchen trying to cook... poor mommy... 3 years over since marriage ...1 year since i came... still trying... hahahaha...
She gets the most irritated when i cling to her and start pulling her hair or tap the keyboard when she is working on her laptop.She shouts and yells at me but I refuse to get scared and continue with my play...



Thursday, May 17, 2007

On Color and Drawings


It has been quite a while since I last wrote on my blog. As usual it is not my fault I still cannot write although I can draw circles , fish , carrot and mango. Well that is what my sketches appear to me but Poppy says they are scribbles... He doesn't mind them as long my drawings appear on paper/my designated drawing book.

Mommy and Poppy don't quite appreciate when I seek a bigger canvas and find the walls in our apartment fitting the bill perfectly.

Some times I draw on my sofa which doubles up as a seat and a big drawing paper. Needless to say that this innovative idea of mine doesn't get any approval either.I would share with you my pictures of my creative genius soon.




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Thursday, February 15, 2007

Going to be 3 in Style

I am on way to be 3 now.

Isn't that an age when I should start worrying about my outfits and looks and footwears and attitude. And who cares if mamma goes bonkers and papa totally bankrupt!!!

After all, I am a gal.......a cute looking gal.
It's not me who says that, all my teachers and some of my peers' parents and all of my mamma's friends say that too!!!!

And more I get to know myself through those admiring eyes, the more conscious I become. Sometimes I even blush and smilingly steal a glimpse of the compliment bestower. If Mommy is around at those pleasurable moments she feels 'the proudest ever' ....I can see that in her eyes, but her words are always politically correct. Instead of hugging me and excaliming about her true feelings, she would quietly mumble, "Good to know that she is cute and pretty too. For her mom, she is just naughty, in fact , too naughty" .

Mommy ain't kids suppposed to be NAUGHTY !!!!!!

And sometimes when she is in a more talkative mood, she gets to the extent of being complaining. She goes on, "....of late, sami has started throwing tantrums. she is becoming so fussy about things like food and clothes."

Mommy ain't I supposed to have some TASTE!!!!!!!!!!!

In fact, yesterday when she was chit-chatting with my school teacher, I suddenly realized she has been holding so many grievances against me. I was shocked, "how could my mom talk like that about me to my teacher????"
Even though I gave her those dirty stares, she continued, " I don't know what has happened to Sameeksha. She just doesn't listen to me. She has become so stubborn that if she decides on wearing a particular dress against my wishes, she would either exercise her choice or stand bare-bodied wailing and crying aloud in protest. At times, I've even slapped her. But nothing seems to work".

I could hardly bear that Mom!!
And Teacher Sheila....she trailed along as if this was a God-sent, never-miss opportunity. Teacher Sheila said, "Exactly, I am also so surprised to see the change in her behaviour. She has become so aggressive. The other day when I looked at her, i almost gasped 'This is not sameeksha'."

Let's be fair teachers and mommies.
Please let us be KIDS!!!!! Let us be ourselves!!!!
If we behave like dumbos, you feel sad and sorry for yourselves.
If we act smart to the extent of your liking , you feel proud.
But if we be ourselves and share our views and opinions, you call us stubborn and aggressive.

You biggies!! Could you please get your vocabulary right???


PS: 'With no malice towards one and all'