Ramayana _ retold by NRI kid..

I was waiting to get inspired to blog something, and lo behold, I got this forward from Revathi .. I had to pen this down because to me, this is hilarious ! Its's not intended to portray any sort of disrespect towards religious sentiments. I hope you enjoy this article as a humorous piece, more than anything. Please read this in a light vein. 

Future of NRI kids.

A young second generation Indian in the US was asked by his mother to explain the significance of "Diwali" to his younger brother, this is how he went about it...

 " So, like this dude had, like, a big cool kingdom and people liked him.   But, like, his step-mom, or something, was kind of a bitch, and she forced her husband to, like, send this cool-dude, he was Ram, to some national forest or something... . Since he was going, for like, something like more than 10 years or so..... he decided to get his wife and his bro along.... you know...so that they could all chill out together.  

But Dude, the forest was reeeeal scary shit... really man...they had monkeys and devils and shit like that. But this dude, Ram, kicked with darts and bows and arrows.... so it was fine. But then some bad gangsta boys, some jerk called Ravan, picks up his babe (Sita) and lures her away to his hood.. And boy, was our man, and also his bro, Laxman, pissed.

All the gods were with him... So anyways, you don't mess with gods.

So, Ram, and his bro get an army of monkeys.... Dude, don't ask me how they trained the damn monkeys... just go along with me, ok...So, Ram, Lax and their monkeys whip this gangsta's ass in his own hood.... Anyways, by this time, their time's up in the forest... and anyways... it gets kinda boring, you know.... no TV or malls or shit like that.

So, they decided to hitch a ride back home... and when the people realize that our dude, his bro and the wife are back home... they thought, well, you know, at least they deserve something nice... and they didn't have any bars or clubs in those days... so they couldn't take them out for a drink, so they, like, decided to smoke and stuff ... and since they also had some lamps, they lit the lamps also...so it was pretty cooool... you know with all those fireworks...

And this is how it started."

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Just laugh it out and let is pass !  :)

My baby's Toddler Room

My baby is no longer a baby, rather a toddler. She is turning TWO next month and it's amazing to really believe that she is growing up from that little crawler that she was to a little girl talking non-stop in babbles.
This weekend has been a very interesting one for me (and us). I decided to go for it - I got her a pink toddler (Dora theme) bed, two circular rugs for her room, matching curtains and a toddler bedding set. I was thrilled to see her excitement.

I plan to paint her room eventually .. never really painted anything in the last 10 or so yrs :) so we'll see how it goes. It is a work in progress, nevertheless, there is no hurry, its a task that me, hubby and ofcourse Archu are doing at leisure.Not to forget, Archu kept running away with the screwdrivers etc and we spent a good time cajoling her into getting distracted so we could get the pins/screws etc from her.

It was so worth the 2 hrs .. she loved her bed, and lay down there next to her pink teddybear .. hugging her snail pillow. Good times ! Good feelings !

Grew up in the 90s ??

Ask any Indian who grew up in 90's as a kid .. Probablity is that atleast 99% would agree if I said that parents did everthing to make their kids study .. call it sacrifice, frugal living, no no to cable TV, yes yes to doordarshan channel, AND very clear catogerization of who teaches which subject -- amma for english etc, appa for mathematics !!!

I can almost say that Indian parents gave their children commando and army training when it came to studies in school.

Technical = Appa's department || Theoritical = Amma's department

Appa will be like the superhero in maths, also because he always got 100 out of 100 in his school maths and becasue it needed superior brain calculative powers.. and amma will be the one-stop-shop for language subjects like hindi and english, and other subjects that we had to 'by-heart' or 'mug' as in our yester-year english, and ofcourse she would provide the enthusiasm to sit down to study :)

Studiying was like the the main path forward .. and ofcourse there are the music classes, dance classes and sports which I absolutely loved .. and others in that catogery. BUT getting more marks was the main target in life then, ..Less means you had to go for tuition (coaching classes).This was the case in almost every kid's house of my age, that when I look back I recollect. Getting the signature on the progress report card was the defying moment, each semester. When the marks were great, then everyone was happy, if not, then it was a different story.

It's funny, at that age, it felt like .. ' habba ivlo page irukka indha book la padikka ' (oh my god ! so many pages to study for the exam) .. but now it all makes sense .. because of the commando training then, we fearfully stuck to the right path, and did not derail anywhere inbetween, even if we did, parents were always watchful enough to put you back on track.

Thanks to all the ammas and appas, who seemingly were villians then, but now can proudly sit back and appreciate all the things in life that you have accomplished, and be very proud of their sons and daughers !

Silhouette

Quoting these lines from 'Jonathan Livingston Seagull' by Richard Bach, 1970

The book tells the story of a seagull who is bored with the daily squabbles over food... Read on ..

"We all lead boring, ordinary, mundane existences and now and then a bird of paradise comes along, and we all get scared. It scares us because we're not like that, our feathers aren't brilliantly hued in red and green, we're brown and gray and seeing that bird of paradise makes us feel ugly or as though in someway we have failed. Some of us love to watch that bird, and we dream that one day we might be birds of paradise too..."