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Entries in conversations (20)

Thursday
Feb192015

Just saying.. 

Daddy had just come back from yoga class, showered and was trying to get into equilibrium on the couch.

Mommy and the kids were watching some Tamil TV channel and a conversation started about an exercise class that mommy attended recently

LO : so what is so hard about this exercise you did?

Mommy : I had to sit down on the floor and move my hands to the other side while sitting.. (makes gestures on couch)

Jr. (gets down on carpet) : Tell me what it is.. I can see how hard it is

Mommy describes the move and Jr. does it and goes "that is easy"

Mommy : That is not easy when you have to do it many times and fast!

Then the little one chimes in with 

Amma, you are "Oh - El - Dee" and she is "why -oh - you - en- gee" ! Of course it is easy for her and difficult for you. 

Unfortunately I was deep in the corner of the couch and unable to escape immediately. thinking that any global catastrophy would be more welcome than what was about to follow in the next few minutes, I quietly slinked back deeper into the couch and opened my laptop to shield any direct eye contact with other house inmates and mom takes it in for a full second and says 

"unakku evvalo thimiru dee?" (which crudely translates to "how dare you" *10^27  with a wind chill factor given the look on mom's eyes) and the litle one calmly goes 

"What ? That is why I didn't SAY it. Didn't you see how I spelled it out so I didn't say it?!"

Somewhere something snapped and we all burst out laughing and we have lived to see another day!

Sunday
Feb012015

Yeah, there is an App for that! Is there?!

The girls are glued to the i-devices every chance they get.

When daddy travels, they get the devices back.. think of it as a grown up girls pacifier of sorts. Something to keep them from creating new issues for mom who has way too much to juggle!

Issue is, when daddy comes back, they don't even bother to look up from their screens.

Sometimes we have to call their names a dozen times from the kitchen to just get a response or acknowledgement!

What if there was an app that you could run from your iPhone and have that as the master device and every other idevice designated as a slave device? 

When the kids are "engrossed" and have literally gone inside the screen, we send an interrupt which will stop everything they are doing and broadcast the parents via video to their screen so we can scream at them live?!

When the little one was pitched with this idea, her response?

"if you do that, I will press the home button, cancel out that app and do something else which does not involve the ipad!"

My response ?

"Great! then the app worked! now that you are out of the iPad you WILL hear me call your name and most likely show up to the kitchen!"

Daddy 1: LO  0 

These moments where my logic wins over are few and far between these days.. today I am savoring this till it lasts.

Someone should make an app like that, if there isn't already one. If you know of such an app, do let me know!

Tuesday
Nov252014

Conversations at home

Have been helping the little one with her school project. It is a timeline on Amelia Earhart which involves making a timeline, drawing pictures and doing a speech. 

She is using a 100 page book from the Biography series. Tonight we were talking about this at bedtime ..

LO : I really tried reading the Auto-Biography Appa. The first section was sooo boring. Only the last few pages were interesting where she sets records and then gets lost!

Me : It is not an "auto" biography.. it is just a biography. Auto means "self" as in someone wrote about themselves

LO : I could totally write an autobiography of 100 pages

Me : seriously?! 

LO : Yes. It is going to be awesome. It will be all about how awesome I am!

Me : Really?!

LO : It better be awesome if I am going to brag about myself for a 100 pages!

Me: !!!!!!

This is a very special girl.. 

Someday I really hope she gets to write her "auto"biography and all the 100 page bragging has some real stuff behind it.

 

Friday
May302014

All it takes.. 

A conversation just before bedtime.

Little One : You have to sleep with me for at least 15 minutes today till I go to sleep. then you can go to your bed.

Me : I have work to do. 5 minutes and that is it, okay?

Little One : What do I have to do for making you thaacham (sleep) for some more time? Chainsaw you to the bed?

Me : !!!! Did you mean to say Chain me to the bed?

LO : laughs out loud and says "I guess so.. if I chainsawed you to the bed you will be dead! ha ha ha"

Me : That was not funny!

Somehow yours truly has become a very serious dude these days. Used to be a lot more funny even three four years ago. Don't know what happened over time. It is time to take life a little less seriously and start thinking funny... writing funny!

Tuesday
Apr152014

Conversations with the little one

Recent happening in our Kitchen. San is getting ready to make a special dish for Tamil New year (Vadai's, a spicy south Indian donut) and the little one tells her :

"Amma, please give me the salt so I can put it in the batter"

San : Why?

Little one : So eveyone will know "I cooked it"!

San : Why do you get to say you cooked it just because you put the salt in?

LO : Madras Paati (her grandma .. my mom) told me that it doesn't matter who does the cutting, mixing and other things. The "real" cook is the one who puts the salt! 

We were laughing out so loud after hearing that. She had completely missed the point. My mom had told her that the real skill was in judging how much salt and spices to put and that is where the true cooking expertise is. The little one intepreted that literally as "the person who physically puts the salt in". She did get it after we explained the devil in the detail of Madras Paati's words! 

Now she is working on guessing the right amount of salt for various things and she is not far off. This one is going to be a great chef! 

Over the weekend, we visited the Great Mall and as usual we shopped for the kids when there were no plans to buy them anything. Spent 2 hours buying unplanned things and 10 minutes at the store in the last minute on the intended purchase! 

The little one lobbies the parents individually over a space of 30 minutes and gets herself a pair of Converse shoes. Apparently these ones have a special name as the shoe has a small piece of canvas covering the ankles. I already forgot what that name was. Anyways, she goes "Appa, these are the best shoes. Everyone (lists 10 friends) wears them at school and they have a STAR on them and by the way, they last longer".. The last longer part was added for my benefit so it would clinch the argument. She knew the price tag would not allow the "it is less than 20$ limit" arugment and played it safe. 

Me : These are canvas shoes. They were like "economy class" shoes in India when I was growing up. We used to wear this from 1st grade to 12th grade in school as part of our uniform. They are the same as Bata shoes!

LO : NO! They are not. That is CANVAS. This is CONVERSE!

Me : Look, this IS made of canvass.

LO : No, canvass is what I paint on in art class.

Me : Same thing. Look, we used to put white polish and paint our shoes. It is the same material, just not hardened wiht starch on the back.

LO : I have been to the Bata store. Those shoes don't have a STAR on them that says converse. Anyways you don't get the Bata thing here you know! 

Me : by the way, when I was in Europe, I saw that every street corner had a Bata store! Next time I go, can buy one for you from there.. 

By now she was worried of losing some argument somewhere and did not want to walk out without the shoes. I could see it in her eyes. So we got her the shoes and made her day!

I still don't get why a pair of canvass shoes should cost 25 bucks. Anyways, they have done a good marketing job capturing the 8 year old third grader market.

The little one always amazes me with the way she tries to reason with me. We used to watch Jr. go through this phase. Now we watch the little one. Just a question of time before this innocence will be lost to cold hard reasoning! 

The photo is courtesy of Jr. who is now into this Sketch art thing. Starts taking random pics in the house and works on a software in the iPad and makes them into sketch drawings. Some of her work is very good. We might even end up framing a few!

The girls are growing up too fast to my liking. Sigh!