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Friday
Oct052007

Why two sets? (updated)

Jr. was having some fun with an english workbook she got as a gift. This is now our usual routine in the evenings.

Today she had to answer a question which was :

_______ went to swim.

the three choices were

Him
I
i

She figured out that Him was wrong as soon as she read that option.

Then she looked at me and asked me a very profound question.

"Daddy, why do we need two set of letters with all this uppercase and lowercase stuff? Why can't we have just all uppercase or all lowercase?"

I really do not have an answer for that one! Why? Why?

Now, I have a question for my parents!

Was I smart or lazy enough to ask that question when I was learning english? and if I did, were you proud of me?

Why do we need two sets of letters people? Answer me!

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Anon commenter... Just a thought!

THIS IS SHOUTING

THIS IS NOT SHOUTING

i rest my case

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now I have another question.. Does Tamizh have ! in the alphabet, punctuation.. I have to go and read about the history of punctuation marks. Tonight's homework..

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Sunday
Sep302007

Sketch book

Went to Chuck E. Cheese (also known in our house as Kaakaa Kiss by the little one) for a birthday party.

As is customary now with every CEC visit, we took a sketch portrait.

Except, this one came out good..


Thinking of changing profile photo to this one now..

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Friday
Sep282007

The little student

A conversation with the little one.

Me : Why did you drop it?
Little one : because
Me : Why ?
Little one : Because!
Me : Because, What?
Little one : Blank stare

I finally found out what was going on!

The little one thinks that the word "because" is a universal explanation by itself, for all her deeds. She actually thinks that the words follwing the "because", is some separate sentence or loose conversation! She has picked this up from her elder sister.

Bad teacher, Bad student!

Everytime we ask Jr. why she did or did not do something, she starts off instantly with a BeCAUse!!! (yes, she does exlaim the because) and then pauses to think for a reason (which is 99% bull and 1% genuine) and gives a reason.

Here is an example:

Me: Why did you pour out all the toys on the living room floor when it is already your bed time? Didn't your mom just clean the room?
Jr.: BeCAUse...
Jr.: My cousin is going to come here tomorrow evening and we will need all the toys to be on the floor, so it is ready to play!
Me : The bulls are really proud of you honey!
Jr.: The bulls are proud of ME?
Me : Yep.
(I actually say that to her.. she does not know what I mean, and so far is happy that someone is proud of her. When she asks me why the bulls are proud of her, I will have an explanation)

I know. I know. It is tough to teach a 4 year old the art of Sarcasm.

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Wednesday
Sep262007

Things that define you

After reading through A bystanders post and Noon's response to my comment in her post,

I had an Epiphany!! (I do not know if the man who taught me that word actually reads this blog! If you do, thanks for introducing that word to me).

I will come straight to the point, although it is no fun...

Does the poonal define me or do I define it?

Or for that matter, is the little Thaayaththu (amulet) that has been on my body since I was 4 define me? (I used to have it around my neck on a black thread and once I got my Poonal, transferred it to the poonal).

Does the thin gold wedding band that I never removed from my finger since the day I got married define me or do I define it?

Does the "I love daddy" trinket, hanging from my rear view mirror define me as a daddy, or the shilouette of two dancers that hangs alongside, which my friend Weeshie Niehaus made for me one Christmas eve define me as a friend or a dancer for that matter?

I really do not know!

At the end of the day, we strive to be a good spouse, parent, child, friend, worker. Somehow in that list, I am not directly trying to be good at being a Hindu or Brahmin or devotee!

If the definition of a good spouse, parent or child involves getting in line with the belief and value system of the other person in that relationship, then you are indirectly striving to show your alignment to religion, culture, rituals and whatever else comes with it (eg. being vegetarian vs. eating meat, dressing in a certain way, visitng a place of worship, affiliation to a place of worship or group, wearing a poonal or mangal sutra, etc.)

When I see the little one prostrate herself and pray at the Shiva Vishnu Temple in Livermore, I wonder...

I did not even teach her to do that!
She just did it by following what I do..
She is happy doing it and expects me to approve when she copied me!

After some time, I thought to myself "Sundar, you are overanalyzing this thing. Sometimes Jr. does the exact opposite of what you do, just to be different or just to piss you off. This is the same girl, who used to copy you to show her conformance, just two years ago!"

All these things do not define the kid.

I reflect on something that happened during my wedding. The late Jambu Saastrigal, who performed our wedding, had nearly lost his eyesight at the time. He was just going by memory. On my insisting, he actually explained the reason and synopsis of every ritual that we performed during that wedding ceremony!

Here is a converstation that is still fresh in my mind. We were all gathered to start a prayer the day before the wedding. It was very early in the morning. As soon as we were ready to start, I took off my shirt, wore my dhoti and sat down.

Jambu Saastrigal (squinting) : Ambi, namaskaram pannu. Unakku dheergaayusu da! (little one, get blessings... You will live a long life!)
Then he went on to say (in translation) "these days the boys who come after studying abroad are so shy that they want to go through the entire wedding ceremony in their Kurtha's. They dont wan't to even remove their shirt!!. and here you are!! all ready in a jiffy.."

to this the second saastrigal in command, says:

"Narayanan payyanaa, kokkaa!" ,which I cannot translate real well. He basically said something to the effect that the apple does not fall far from the tree.. ie., my dad is known for being religious and a stickler for adherence to rituals and so it is no surprise that I am that way. At that point I wanted to puke my guts out, because I am not as religious or ritualistic as my father. I do it 10 times a year and on demand. My father does it 365 days a year. Big difference. However, I saw my dad's eyes light up with pride when he overheard this and I just let sleeping dogs lie..

When I was 3 or 4 years old, Iused to sit on my grandpa's lap every morning when he used to recite vedic verses, Valmiki Ramayana or pieces of Upanishads during his morning prayer. Some of those things have gone into my permanent memory and I can recite these if I have to. These days, I just thank my genes for my memory and leave it at that.

Like I have said in the past, to each his/her own! My personal take on this :

How we interpret the level of influence of social, cultural and religious practice in our life does not define us. How we learn to be at peace with what we do, irrespective of the reasons, is what defines us.

The end goal is to be comfortable with oneself! At least mine is!

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Monday
Sep242007

Those arduous few minutes

It is a daily ritual now.

We wake up early in the morning, brush our teeth and start praying to the god of Cheerios!

Swallow, chomp, bite, chew, fast, quickly, we are late, let's call her teacher on the phone, you are going to the street, please, vaayila kozhakaataiya irukku (do you have dumplings in your mouth), etc. etc. in every permutation and combination you can think of!

All to get a 100 or so honey nut cheerios into that little mouth and make sure they continue their one way trip to Jr.'s stomach. Sometimes, they get a free return ticket when Jr. feels double or triple or quadruple teamed (these days even the little one chimes in with "eat", "eat"!)

We are now switching to honey bunches of oats, idly's, dosai's.. etc.. But at the end of the day, the pushing food into the mouth routine continues..

A picture is worth a 1000 words. This one is worth about 73 cheerios!



Do you see the pain in her face? All that suffering! Oh, the humanity! We should be insane to put food into a little girl! What are we thinking?

After a 40-50 minute session of cheerios pushing, we all smile and she races to school with either Mommy or Daddy.

Maybe I should liquify the Cheerios and make her drink it with milk?

Maybe I should invent a system that lets her stomach absorb food through her skin. I could tie a cheerios pack around her stomach as soon as she wakes up, and it would slowly infuse the cheerios into her stomach by lunch break!

These days they are coming up with medicine patches that send medicine through the skin. So why not breakfast? I am hereby laying claim to the food patch for difficult kids!

If anyone actually succeeds at this, please send me a check.. or at least a few free samples!

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