The Kapil Sharma Show is one of the favourite shows of the husband and Dhruv over the weekend. I join them depending upon the entertainment quotient of a particular episode and it only happens once in a while. Mostly I find the jokes and punches cringe-worthy. “Mummy to ‘October’ (movie) wali audience hai,” both of them take a jibe on me and they are a ‘Total Dhamal’ wali audience.
In one episode of this show, singer Guru Randhawa was a guest. While the show was playing (it does not air for us since we watch it through online links) on the computer, I shared a little trivia about him with the husband the insights of which were gained by watching the ‘Son of Abish’ show. Next, it was the husband’s turn to share his trivia about Guru Randhawa been assaulted in his stage show in Canada. This attracted Dhruv’s attention and his curiosity antennas got turned on full alert mode. He felt compelled to begin his investigation starting from in which city the stage show and assault happened, who attacked him – the white Canadians or the Indian Canadians, why did they attack him, did he ever go back to Canada, etc. Obviously, Papa did not have all the answers so he asked Dhruv to defer his further questions and watch the show. The topic got extinguished here, we thought.
Next evening, Dhruv, out of the blue, came up with a new question for Papa – “Wo jo Guru Randhawa tha, uski pitaai din main hui thi ya raat ko? Was Guru Randhawa beaten up during the day or night?” This question brought to my mind a court scene where a lawyer examines and re-examines the ones in the witness box. I could imagine the next question coming (whether that day or later) – “Us pitaai main Guru Randhawa ke coat/jacket ka kaun se number the button toota tha?” It did not come to this question and we closed the Guru Randhawa assault case file that day moving on to a new topic and creating fodder for new dimensional questions. We behaved like Twitter and media channels.
As parents, we are proud of the fact that we never stopped encouraging Dhruv’s questioning spirit, the spirit which has been shining for the last 5-6 years as soon as he started stringing words together. To begin with, it was just I answering his curiosity since both of us lived alone and now the baton has been claimed by the husband who has committed himself whole-heartedly to the cause. I have to say he enjoys the question-answer rounds more than me.
Dhruv’s questions recently took a serious turn as I took to watching the news of protests, violent protests and police action from India. It is difficult to keep the children away from the present state of affairs.
He asked me –
- Will there be India left when it will be time for us to go back this year?
- Kaun sahi hai – jo maar kha rahe hain ya jo maar rahe hain? Who is right – the ones who are getting beaten up or the ones who are beating the people?
- Kya students ne bus jalaai thi? Did the students set up the buses on fire?
In an attempt to give him my answers, I am coming face to face with what I believe in versus the informal lessons imparted to me in small bits and pieces over the course of growing up which made me think and disagree and yet did not matter much in those times but now that I do the threading up, the picture it paints does not make me feel good.
Linking this post with Corinne Rodrigues’s Monday Musings post