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Golden childhood: My pet dog story Part 2 #MondayMusings


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The Homecoming

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Continuation from Part 1

We moved to our newly built house in the month of October. The next month passed in a whirlwind preparing for the upcoming half-yearly exams in December.

One late December afternoon, the day our exams got over, I was dozing off catching up with all the lost sleep. Under the warmth of the quilt on that cold day having not the least inkling or sense of time and space, I could have passed off as nearly dead.

Didi bhow!!

A sudden heart-splitting scream rung into my face breaking my deep stupor.

Next, I let out an ear-splitting, nerve wrecking screech at the sight of a black monstrous Read more…

Golden childhood: My pet dog story Part 1 #MondayMusings


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3rd Standard.

In 3rd Standard, it was the first time I read a story in which there was a pet dog. To be candid, I don’t remember what the story was about. All I recall is a picture from that story in which 2 children were playing with their pet dog.

This picture evoked a wish. A wish of having a pet dog and playing with it. The word ‘play’ entailed throwing a ball or a stick away and having the pet dog go fetch it back. Therefore, we, my brother and I, undertook the first step of asking and pleading our mother to allow us to have a dog. Those were the days when we feared our father terribly. Our supposed argument of ‘PLAY with pet dog‘ couldn’t hold ground Read more…

The Conniving Filmy Kids #MondayMusings

Today I am going to tell you a story about 2 children who  enjoyed a happy childhood.

They grew up in the era when children being spanked by the parents was a widely accepted norm and they were okay with it. Their parents had divided departments between them to take care of their children’s spanking needs. While the father took care of their education department always demanding them to turn up with the subject’s books they were respectively weak in and the mother took care of the minor disciplinary departments referring the major ones to the father thus broadening his area of responsibility. Still the kids were of the opinion that they were kind of well off compared to their cousins who had more instances of deadly violations by their parents.

In addition, these 2 kids were quite fighters Read more…

The swinging me #MondayMusings

I have nothing to write about today. There are ideas sitting in my head lazily and telling me today is not their day to venture out. What do I do? What do I tell? And, Monday being a Monday, I have to meet you all with some story. So, I think I will take you back to my childhood when I was in 5th-6th Std and my parents were building a house of their dreams.

Back then in the early 90s, one used to build a house with intense passion hoping it would last a lifetime or even generations. Read more…

The Sincere Mumma

“Mummy, were you a good student?”, he asked while I brushed his teeth.

“I was a sincere student”, said I throwing in a new dimension with the new word.

“What is sincere? Is it better than being good?” He could not help without asking.

“Being sincere is good”, I elaborated, “I will tell you an incident from my 6th std. The Hindi teacher for some reason asked the class to come prepared with a 6 page poem ‘Jhansi ki Rani’ for recitation in the class after the weekend. On Monday, the whole class was made to stand on the benches in punishment because none of them had come prepared.  I was the only one in the class of 40 students who recited the complete poem.”  Read more of this post

The Good vs Bad question

For sometime I have been fielding questions about what is good or bad and who is good or bad. The other day Dhruv came up and asked me, “Is shut-up a bad word?” to which I replied that it is rude for a person to tell somebody to shut up. Since one answer is never enough to clear the air of confusion in his head, another question popped up, “Is it only rude for older people to say shut up or is it the same for children too?” I answered, “It is rude for both children and adults.” His next, “But, is it bad?” “Yes, being rude is bad“, I said. “No No. You did not answer. Is shut-up a bad word?” he pestered. Realizing the loop I created I told, “Yes, it is.” Finally satisfied, his next tale began about him breaking friendship with a certain boy from the school bus because that friend spoke bad words to him and the bad word was shut up.

Another round of Good vs Bad discussion took place upon watching the movie Angry Birds.

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Is Red good or bad? Is he bad because he likes nobody and nobody likes him? Are the pigs good or bad? Is the King Pig bad because he stole the birds’ eggs? Stealing is bad so he must be bad?Read more…

When mummy killed interest! #MondayMusings

Him: Mummy, can I paint with water colours?

Me: It is not the right time now. I will be serving dinner in next 5 minutes.

Him: I am getting bored.

Me: Wait for 5 minutes and we will have dinner.

Him: What do I do in the next 5 minutes? Stay bored?.

Me: Hmm, you can colour using colour pencils in the meantime. Water colours will be too messy at this time. You can use them to paint tomorrow after you come back from school. Read more…

The case of black halwa #MondayMusings

This incident is from my childhood days when one of my aunts came to visit us with her 2 little daughters in summer vacation.

One evening, my mother offered to make sooji halwa (semolina pudding) for the kids, the 4 of us. She made it in her usual style with the perfect shade of brown. It was exactly like the way me and my brother liked it.

However, the Aunt’s daughters refused to eat it. They wailed Read more…

To be published… #MondayMusings

Let me tell you a story today.

This story is about a girl who nurtured a dream of getting published ever since she was a child.

She was in 6th Std. when, in order to  fulfil her dream, she submitted a poem for the school magazine. The poem did not get published and she knew why. She had copied that poem from her previous school’s (the one she attended previously) annual magazine and her English Teacher would have made out that the poem was too good to be original for her.

In 12th Std, her 10th Std’s Sanskrit Teacher Read more…

What story do I tell today?

Dhruv’s father has been away from home for work since last month and thus, his bedtime storytelling department has also got entrusted to me. Therefore, every night after our reading ritual, as soon as the light is switched off I am required to tell a story. I repeat the same story every night for as long as the listener wants me to.

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