Scribbles - On Mumbai and More...1Dec08 and 3Dec08

3Dec08

1. Hereafter, once again just like how it was earlier...

will jot down what comes and what I wish to retain

in my mind's eye!

2. My son says,"Mumma I not can write"...

Because he is over-comfortable

with his palm encased within mine,

while he tries to form the letters and numbers.

Small Palm encased in mine

3. I am making him overcome
his so-called-fears and inhibitions...
he is picking on, learning.
He notices when I remove my palm
and he stops letter-forming.
Repeats - "Mummy, Sahil not can write."

4. I know it, deep within
so does he.
He can and yes, while I hold the palm
its he who is writing.
I am building his confidence
each day, when with conviction I say -
"Sahil, wow! see ... what you wrote,
so beautifully!"
I have to make him see, something that doesn't exist completely...
for him to be able to get motivated
and complete the "forming".

5. Yesterday and day-before
I have been stumped.
He has taken the pencil
formed some letters and shown me.
Am I Glad!?!
I am Overjoyed.

6. Last weekend, two note-books I bought.
Want to see the progress the little one makes...
as I help him learn to write independently.
Had a thot - "More lessons learnt than taught".

7. For small letter 'f',
We make a game.
Draw a T shirt, then a pant
and then, put a belt!

8. When saku announces d is b,
I have the Taaray Zameen Par
frisking infront of me.
As a consolation, he realises his mistake
and puts me at ease.

9. Luckily, someone told me,
all children make funny connections
when they learn letters and numbers.
No wonder, his 2 looks like a duck!

10. Suddenly, he announces after dinner -
"Mumma, let's have some fruit."I am suprised and happy
for little fellow remembering a healthy habit...
I am soon reminded, all he wants
is some more time before sleep - to remain a brute!

1 Dec 08

1. Yeah. I have forgotten...
wat it felt to write
what comes to the mind.......
as I try to 'sift' my thots!

2. Strange. Only when mind is blank
there seems to be so much
pending that needs to be drowned
in the inkpot....
paper seems to be flying!

3. What is it that I thot I would pen down now?
Is it becoz I worked hard today
I seem to be getting back to the track!?!

4. Last month ended yesterday.
Thank God!
Wonder what caused so much pain
so much trouble...at time felt total loss of control...
Now getting back to usual...seem like a Bliss!

5. What have the Mumbai attacks done to me?
I don't know. The pain, senseless-ness,
so much of emotional turmoil and yet
I somehow want to put it all behind.

Their loss, reminds me of mine...
different reasons, different times...
still...pain is what unites.

6. Why cant someone put a stop to all this and more...
that comes to my mind?
Where are we heading with this mindless blood-shed?

7. Sometime back, I recall now...I read..
how when a small boy tried giving a fallen bag...
to the bike-fellows....he lost his life in that good act!
I felt horrible then....feel the same now.

8. How do we identify and keep the attackers at bay?
Where is there any security?
How come, each-time something sad happens,
so many of us feel sad, but then, move on???
Is it just okay to feel sorry and move on?
What should I do? I am lost again...
as I have my own home to take care of...
Mine are mine while I am also alive only.....
:-(

9. My dear son asks me why I am watching
a burning building with rapt attention...
What can I do dear one?
I am wondering...how much more we are to witness....

10. I miss being fearless.
I miss being careless.
I miss being happy.
Yes, matter of time, I would soon be fine again.
What about those for whom lots has changed...
for no fault of theirs?

11. Whose resignation would make what difference?
How do we identify the killers?
What can be done to catch the offender before the offence?
But Pappu Can't Catch Sala...........

Children's Day Update

As mum told my bro, we made Saku Hanuman again on sunday (a year later this time); he was little taller. That was the only difference from last time. He got 2nd place for Fancy dress for Children's Day celebrations of Journalist Colony.

Sahil Hanuman On Stage

Hanuman Ramp Walking

Posing With Mum - 1

Posing with Mum - 2

Had enrolled him for rhymes as well. Had made him practice One Two Buckle my shoe....and when he got the mike in his hand, he started, "Baa Baa Black Sheep...." Good thing was, he said that from start to end, without any problems. But we felt v funny that he didnt sing what rhyme he was prepared for, but something else that came to his head.

I was glad, he did this. He can do this only so long as he is a kiddo. Isn't it? :-)))

Over-Independent Times!

I watch my little fellow try to be the "Big Boy" he longs to be.

His Shirt Button frustration, T shirt stuck in neck irritation, both legs in one side trouble, self-removal and success at that - wants to display the newly-acquired skills!!

Wants to wear the socks by himself, wears the bag and goes down stairs - refusing to let me help or hold his hand...., sits on the bike by himself - sometimes even before I sit!

Best is - When he is frustrated, he says, I want to be a baby. :-))