Sibling Rivalry At Its Best!

Competitive spirit amongst siblings or sibling rivalry has an innate but innocuous ability to send the mutual love and warmth to a trash for few moments; has started happening with us (my Rudra bhai and me) as well.

Few days ago, my mom bought me a tee-shirt with picture of cars imprinted on it. As it happens normally, my mom made me wear that new tee-shirt the following day…..And, boy…. what a ruckus my Rudra bhai created as soon as he saw me wearing a tee-shirt with cars…..he too insisted on wearing similar tee shirt with cars……A frantic search started and my Shikha chahee could barely find one with a small car cartoon ……. Smile was back on my Rudra bhai’s face as he came downstairs sporting his car cartoon tee-shirt over his full shirt ……. Pointing towards his car he said, “Behan, dekh meri car (sister look at my car)” and love and warmth got restored, again!

We revisited this rivalry again as my mom got me a tricycle yesterday……my Rudra bhai already has one that suits his size and requirement……... As soon as he saw me sitting atop my cycle, he started crying……So, Ashu chacha made him sit on his bicycle but he quickly jumped off his………and took charge of mine as it was lying unattended…..….. It was now my turn and I started crying ……..In the heat of moment, my left hand managed to reach his cheeks, my nails did the rest……….but he refused to get down…..Seeing me beat Rudra bhai, my mom lost her cool and warned me not to beat him again……but all these warnings fell flat on my ears and I tried it again over my Rudra bhai as he kept refusing to part with his occupation of my cycle……...Ashu chacha intervened and made me sit over Rudra bhai’s cycle…….Ceasefire! And, normalcy got restored……..Both of us started calling each other’s name with same love and affection, as we normally do………Everyone couldn’t stop laughing as I was riding a bike that was double my size whilst my Rudra bhai was sitting on mine- half his size……..

Crazy kids, crazy rivalry but pure love!

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Back To Normal!

I am back to normal after my first comprehensive date with viral fever. Honestly speaking, I didn't like this date at all and dont want to meet that monster ever again. I have lot of people to thank for their help and Mr. Antibiotics is surely one of them; but then his help never comes for free- he not only affected my apettite but also made me irritable.....not anymore though!

Now that I have regained my usual routine, our fights have started and so have all the jumping/ dancing, shouting and youtube sessions (that's where we see all those nursery rhymes.... my favourite video these days is that of a small girl called Chulbuli......infact my papa has already started calling my Chulbuli.......Not many would disagree with him that I am one! here

Why don't you have a look at that other Chulbuli?

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Cute Conversations!

Our home has become a playground for me and my Rudra bhai.....so you have three-tyred cars/trucks/station wagons lying here and there.....all those toys don't last more than a day and you cannot blame my Rudra bhai for that......but then this post isn't about broken cars and toys......it is about cute conversations.......and, here are some:

Scene 1- Rudra bhai is stepping out of my bedroom and going towards the drawing room.......since I don't want him to leave; a conversation follows:

Me: With my eyes widely lit up and head held high, I call for Rudra bhai.........Jeeeee-nuuuuuuuu (that's his another nick-name)

Rudra bhai: Behan main Jeenu nahin hoon, main bhaiya hoon; mujhe bhaiya bolo ( Sister, I am not Jeenu, I am your brother.....call me bhai meaning brother in English).

Scene 2- I am sitting on my high chair, mom is making me eat my food while her laptop is playing out nursery rhymes- Mine and Rudra bhai's eyes are glued to the screen.

Me- Pushing my Rudra bhai off my chair, I shout at him as soon as he touches it.
Rudra bhai- Taa-yeeji (meaning Aunty for my mom), behan mujhe maar rahee hai, mujhe behan se dar lag raha hai ( Sister is beating me, I am scared of her).

Scene 3- I have accidentally fallen down on the floor.....my Rudra bhai; sitting on his knees starts to hit the floor with his fist and shouts- meri behan ko kyon maara (why did you hit my sister) and I also joined him......we repeat this ritual everytime either of us fell down or hit a chair or sofa.......

Scene 4- My Rudra bhai is playing with one car and I pick the other one....as soon as he sees me another car in my hand, he leaves his and pounced on mine.......a tussle follows and eventually no one comes out as a winner! We repeat this act with piano, footballs, pichkari (water splasher)....

Scene 5- Both of us are sitting on the bed when I decides to improvise- looking at the roof; I started shouting something (a word that only me and my Rudra bhai are aware of) in a very high pitched voice...... my Rudra bhai too joins in and both of us start to shout in chorus with eyes glued to the roof......no one else has a clue of what we are shouting.......And you know we repeat this act many times during the course of a day..... In fact, once we did same in a shopping mall- you can imagine what might have happened afterwards!

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Nahayee- nahayee

…………………………is the latest buzzword in my home. It actually goes beyond the concept of weird time-limits/routines. I can, thus demand a bath at any hour of the day…….For example- yesterday I started asking for it at 7 am..........Apparent reason was that I saw my papa enter into bathroom at around 6.30 am……As soon as he came out, I started crying with sounds of “Naha~yee- naha~yee”-meaning I too want to take a bath. Papa left shortly afterwards as he was supposed to catch his train to Chandigarh to see his mama (maternal uncle) in the hospital- he underwent his bypass surgery yesterday.

Left with no option, my mom gave in to my demand and I got my bath earlier than usual……… And, I was the most happy child from then on through the day!

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Horse Cum Bed

If my Rudra bhai is sitting on the sofa, he can't get down unless he becomes my horse cum bed.....first a horse followed by a bed.....and a loving brother, that he is, always obliges.


Today morning, was however different as he refused to oblige and left me crying!

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Two Wrongs ALWAYS Makes A Right

KYOTO PROTOCOL IS DEAD, LONG LIVE KYOTO PROTOCOL.

This post is dedicated in the memory of Kyoto protocol, as Copenhagen readies itself to signal the death of the protocol.

Yesterday, I had talked about as to how my mom is contributing to the climate change . Now, following three pictures will make it amply clear...as to what she does to us? We are always covered under those weighty clothes.....Can you see our plight in particular and that of climate in general!

1. Me and my Rudra bhai are looking as if we are wearing our space suits- Actually, I think she is preparing us for the day when human being's search for an earth's alternative (as an after effect of climate change) will make it imperative to embark on a space journey....so, why not make us learn to walk in space-suits, seems that's what she has in her mind....
2. Me sitting on stairs- As I can't walk for long with those weighty clothes... Actually that's my mom's way of making us learn to walk in short stretches.....Why?....Arey baba, soon we guys will find it difficult to walk for long hauls with all the smog and polluted air around....By the way, did you notice my hairstyle?
3. What hairstyle??? It has already gone for the toss with all that sweating.....Thank you mom for ensuring that we learn to cope with another fallout of climate change- experiencing sweat in winter months......Don't laugh at me..... that day is not far when you will sweat in December and feel a piercing cold in June; if at all it exists.
By now it is quite clear that my mom is the biggest polluter of the climate; rather all mom's are!........ Still, I would like to thank my mom for doing some service to us- for preparing us for the day when earth's climate will go for the toss;....thanks to no one, but all the moms of the world for draping their kids with all those weighty clothes.....and for causing an irreparable damage...did I say it right? Irreparable????

Copenhagen negotiators, are you listening? Let me give you a simple solution- please don't focus on the big picture......pass a simple resoluion to ban all these weighty clothes as they use more water and soap and energy......thus affecting earth's climate adversely.......impose sanctions on all the non complying moms and the countries!.......You guys are now entitled to some luxury time .....go take a walk on the streets of Copenhagen and eat lot of Danish pastries and biscuits....Kids don't need them anymore!

And, please dump that Kyoto protocol in the nearby ocean... Oh yes!, also take a pledge to continue with all the greenhouse emissions.....as everyone in the "developed world" has an eternal right to emit! And, we the so-called "developing world" has a valid point as well.....Two Wrongs ALWAYS Make A Right....so now it's our turn to play the catching up game....We will ensure the undesirable expansion in emissions and pollution.......

And, I promise that I will not be found wanting....I will surely contribute towards that goal in my own way; after all it's now my turn to play the catching up game with the kids of so-called developed world....

Wow, that's a great thought- I just realised that this earth has two worlds and good news is that both are dying....Thank you Copenhagen, for doing everything to speed up that process.....I have one more plea to make- please take an oath to speed it up......drafts and protocols have no meaning; perhaps "oath" will work!

Copenhagen- are you listening?

KYOTO PROTOCOL IS DEAD, LONG LIVE KYOTO PROTOCOL.

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Brain Teasers Are In!

Now that I have completed one year, my mom’s expectations too seem to have moved into a different gear; else how would you explain her decision to buy me brain teasers in the garb of a toy. That so called toy is a box containing 5 blocks of different shapes and sizes. All I am supposed to do is to put those blocks inside the matching slots. After few hit and trials, I did manage to put all the blocks inside their slots. Needless to say that it brought an ear to ear smile on my mom’s face!

But, honestly speaking I don’t like the challenge of putting all the blocks inside their slots and have discovered an easy way out-I always pick that lone circular block. You know why....arey baba it’s simple...that block has no edges unlike star or triangular shaped blocks; so it goes in the slot with an effortless ease........Mom, it’s done, no more interested in any other blocks!



Don’t know why can’t they get me some dolls?

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Every Morning,......

.......a head peeps in through our bedroom door; sheepishly moving his lips , he murmurs - "Bobby (my mom's name) behan nin-neee (Is sister sleeping?)"

My mom- "Yes, behan nin-nee (sister is sleeping)"

Head moves out and the door is slammed on my mom; but makes enough noise to rattle me out of my sleep.....Mom pats my back and I go back to sleep.

Couple of minutes later, that head peeps in again and repeats the previous question; this time with much energy and conviction in his voice......

Mom repeats her answer and the door is slammed back on her; with much brutal force enough to rattle me, again. Refusing to sleep, I sit on my knees with my eyes staring at the door, for I know that the head will peep in again for the third time....

The door opens for the third time, head peeps in and seeing me up, bursts into joy; that grim-looking questioning face of previously failed two attempts gives way to an ear to ear smile. Matching his joy and excitement frame by frame, I get down off my bed...he too is running towards my bed .........hugging me, he exclaims- "Bobby, behan no nin-nee".......My Rudra bhai knows that he got successful in his third attempt and with that, we start our another day!

This is no one off incident but a story of every morning...... Surprisingly, repetition has failed to take sheen off this every morning splendor and joyous moments!

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A New Cycle & A Truce

When you have two happy-go-lucky kids sharing great camaraderie, love and affection inside four walls; all you can do to disturb that equilibrium is to throw in a new gadget in between and wait for the results......Striking it might seem as everything goes for the toss and becomes history and all you are left with is shrieks, screams, cries, bouts.......

My Shikha chachee bought Rudra bhai a cycle yesterday and our tussles hasn’t stopped ever since then. He was laying his sole claims on the bike whereas I wasn’t at all ready to accept it. With great grit and determination, I managed to dethrone him from his seat........


Initially he took it lightly, to come back soon with vengeance......a truce was brokered and equilibrium was restored......The golden rule of our truce is that we will take turns to sit in front atop bhai’s cycle with other one seated on the back.....and here is the pose for the camera...



Like that legendary Indo-Pak conflict, we are back at it again....fighting, truce conditions have already gone for the toss!

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Outing To The Park

For a change Sunday gone by was different for two reasons; firstly my papa didn’t go to Dehradun for his spot scouting trips (something he is doing regularly every weekend over past 4 months with just one exception) and then more importantly he took me and my Rudra bhai out to the neighbourhood park. We took some time to cut loose as the Gurgaon greens were all new to us- you know we are only used to concrete, asphalt and cement in this city........

Then, my father threw a football at us and it took us no time to discover those hidden Ronaldo and Pele inside us.....

Our dribbling and running skills were tested to the limit....

Rudra bhai did a Maradona (remember "Hand of God")on me

It didn’t matter if it was Greens or no Greens; you got to pick it

Time to catch our breath as got tired of running....

Phone rang and I took it over from my papa- talking to my dadee

I don’t like to do the slides, I love climbing them.......



Those three pictures of me trying to climb the slide from wrong side is one of many dare-devil acts I love to indulge in!

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Dance, Music, Full Masti On Video

Earlier, I had posted about all the fun and masti I had on the occasion of my Anil mama's marriage......And, now comes few videos of those magical moments as captured by my papa:

29th October at Delhi

1. Me & my Ridhima didi were the first ones to hit the floor


2. Soon, other kids too joined in.....


31st October at Dehradun

1. Mom initiated me on to the dance floor....


2. And, then I took it over....


3. Looking to get in after my papa made me leave the floor...

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Kissa Kursi Ka- Tale Of A Chair

After mo-bike and a tricycle, I now have a new reason to fight my Rudra bhai with- A chair......My chachee bought him a pair of chair & table on their recent Dehradun trip. He likes to so much that he doesn't even let me touch it. Stubborn me- that I am, not only has to touch it but sit on it as well. So, frequent "interventions and mediation" have become an order of the day to cool down the raging tempers. Un-announced ceasefire don't last much as regular skirmishes keep breaking out at frequent intervals; just like one on Indo-Pak border.......However, good news is that we are also learning to share; albeit slowly and steadily! See......


Best is that we go back to our usual self, moments after they fold that chair to hide it somewhere........They can't help but wonder at what a kursi (a chair) can do to relationships!

"Kissa Kursi Ka"- an eternal play keeps resurrecting in its different avatars and forms on moment to moments basis. At the core of the plot is always a "chair" and all the characters revolve around it...... My papa feels that our fight for that lone chair is nothing but that game of chair played out in full.....He says that I am playing a lead role with my Rudra bhai filling the other spot......He isn't amused but we are loving it!

Thus sown are the seeds of greed!

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Me & My Rudra Bhai

As sun broke out after a gap of five days, my Rudra bhai and I were itching to go out. "Who will bell the cat" seemed to be the most pertinent question in our minds.....

We got our opportunity fairly soon; as everyone was busy with their breakfast, my Rudra bhai sneaked out of the room first, with his tricycle.........I must have been waiting for him to do that, as I quickly followed his footsteps...... Papa came rushing out after he noticed that both of us are missing from action.......

Coughing badly, my Rudra bhai was trying his level best to make me sit atop his tricycle....Creases on our respective foreheads were getting stronger, darker and longer....... Not wanting to loose a great moment; my papa pitched in and lent his helping hand to my Rudra bhai....... Widest possible smiles were back on our faces in a flash!

Now, the scene is set- a sister is sitting atop her brother's cycle while her elder brother has his hands on the cycle handle....both have wide smiles on their faces...... Sister is filled up with pride and her smile is boasting of her brother's love and care...... Acutely aware of his responsibility, brother is protective, bullying, caring, affectionate with love abound in each of his actions! ....

But, where is the damn camera? Papa runs inside and by the time he came out, photo opportunity was going away from him......

Video 1- You must see these videos to see as to how that opportunity walked away from my papa!


Video 2- Here you can see that element of care and affection as Rudra bhai goes pushing my bicycle...with love and complete dedication!

Video 3- Best of all, see my hands touching my Rudra bhai's face and his reaction to it.....awesome! This is our best moment till date!

400 metres of walking and no sign of our illness; love surely heals!

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Strong Girl!

...is often what I hear these days.....and reasons are many; consider this:

* I can lift one Kilogram of sugar/salt/detergent or a Litre of cooking oil with an ease......For records, I have no aspirations to become a weightlifter....

* I don't shy away from picking up a fight with my Rudra bhai over his tricycle. Actually, we both dislike the sight of each other on that tricycle..... so fights over it are all the more common now. Big boy, that he is, always manages to over-power me.....only to find me back with bigger resolve and strength...... Another snatching act followed by an intervention restores the possession back to me, with Rudra bhai happily lending his hand to push the cycle from behind.....story of every day now!

* I can't be tied to a pram or a chair.......so every day one gets to see a new daring stunt......Remember that I have no fear.

* My papa's poor glasses have to bear the brunt of my raw power every time they come in reach of my hands......they have already gone out of shape...or shall I say are not symmetrical anymore.......

* I can drag heavier stuff- table, chairs, buckets etc etc.....It doesn't matter how big is the thing, all I need is a place to hold and make a firm grip!

Well, I can go compiling this list but then need to save some for next time.....

Before I end this post, let me wish Tanmay on completing one year- He turned one on 5th September; we attended his birthday dinner on sunday night gone by.....I wish mom had clicked some pictures. She says that she forgot; signs of getting old....perhaps!

Never mind, I have a picture from our last visit to Tanmay's home- so here is Tanmay, Tanvi didi and me in July:

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My First Rakhshabandhan

As mentioned in my previous post, we reached our Dehradun home at around 10.15 am; my dadee was waiting at the gate to receive us or should I say me! She took me inside while my dada took care of Rudra bhai.......My Renu bua gave me a bear hug; waiting next in line were my visiting Shivvi mamaji (papa’s maternal uncle) and my great grandmother (my dadee’s mother). Mamaji had come to visit my dadee for Rakshabandhan and also take my great grandmother along with him. They were supposed to leave early but decided to wait for us to arrive home; and left right afterwards.

After half an hour wait, my Renu bua directed her brothers to get ready for tying Rakhi on their wrists. And then came our turn......My Ridhima didi was visibly excited and so was my Rudra bhai while I was trying to make some sense of all the excitement. As soon as I figured it out, I too joined them........My papa managed to capture those moments in the following video......

I, being the youngest sister got the mandate to tie Rakhi on his wrist followed by my Ridhima didi.
Rudra bhai gave us a gold pendent each as our Rakhi gift, incidentally with same alphabet “R” inscribed in the middle. In order to maintain the parity, my Ashu chacha got one for him as well; and his too has “R” in the middle........By now you must have figured out the reasons for so many “R”s- Actually; our respective names begin with this alphabet only - Ridhima, Rudra and Reveda.

And that’s how I celebrated my first Rakhi festival with my family. Technically speaking, this was my second Rakhi festival; first one was mentioned here .......

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Accident, Movie & Big Brother

No posts for past two days mean that I will have to pack my past three days in this single post; something that I don’t enjoy as I believe in continuity. It seems my papa is taking advantage of the fact that I am dependent on him for his words........ Whatever be the case, he can’t escape from his responsibility to write for me!

A busy weekend that began on Friday night was preceded by a freak accident involving me and my father. As mentioned in the past, I always see off my father before he leaves for work and Friday morning wasn’t any different. My mom made me sit on the car bonnet so that I could complete my daily ritual of windscreen tapping with my papa seated inside. I have been doing this for over a month now, but then luck had something different in store for me that day. With a smile on my face, I was busy tapping the windscreen; but soon that smile was replaced by a look of crying face........... My papa hurriedly opened the car door to found me crying in pain; my shell-shocked mom was holding my left hand.........It took no time for him to understand the reason; index finger of my left hand had got stuck in between the car body and the door......... He rushed mom inside to get some ice and started sucking my finger followed by some ice-pack treatment. Crying incessantly, I was looking at my parent’s face in hope; a hope that they will be able to reduce my pain ...............On the other hand, my apologetic parents were trying everything they could to make me feel better............ Soon, we managed to found a reason for me to feel better- a bird perched on the tree just outside my home. As my eyes followed my mom’s fingers towards that bird, my painful cries began to subside and would give way to a smile.......... My parents heaved a great sigh of relief; papa checked my finger and found it to be much better than what it was 15 minutes back........... They continued treating it with ice for another 15 minutes and it was back to normal again....... My act of holding papa’s phone with my injured finger helped corroborate what he saw with his naked eye....... He left for work soon afterwards to come back in time for mom’s departure to work for her Friday evening conference call.

An emotionally tiring day, however ended on a lighter note as we (my parents, myself, Sandeep chacha and Golee chachee) went to watch late night show of new Hindi movie Love Aaj Kal. I had planned to write a review of this movie but I can’t as I didn’t see it completely after falling prey to sleep sometime near intermission. Well, everyone felt that movie was good so I will second their opinion.

Saturday began on a leisurely note at around 10 am as we came back home at around 2 am on Friday night/Saturday morning. We stayed home whole day to venture out only towards the evening to DT Mega Mall for buying me food and other baby stuff from “Dezine Kids”. I was the most vocal and boisterous baby in that shop, thanks to Pigeon baby poster again! Did you notice that hairstyle change; my papa did that and my mom didn't like it. What's your take?

Sunday too was spent playing with my mom, papa, Santoshi didi and Rudra bhai. Following video shows that playing with Rudra bhai’s tricycle wasn’t a great idea.........

As the days are passing by, it is becoming quite clear that I and Rudra bhai will give our respective parents many sleepless nights, and our sibling rivalry won't help them either! You know we are rivals and best of friends at the same time........But, more than anything he seems to be developing into a big time protective brother; he doesn't like it when anyone from our neighbourhood picks me up......always starts to cry! Well, for now his habit comes to my rescue whenever he takes an aggressive stance against me on toys; just a comment that "we will give your behan to Ila didi" turns him into a giving brother! In all likelihood, these are signs of me having a "Big Brother" in my Rudra bhai- always watching over me!

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Silent Conversations

Rudra Bhai talking to Reveda- Behan (for sister in hindi).....leeeyyyy...handing her a piece of biscuit...... Behan (Reveda) accepts it but throws it away after one bite....her eyes saying thanks....

Few Minutes Later
Rudra bhai is playing with his tiffin-box- Behan reaches out to him to be turned away......tries again.... but turned away for the second time.
In her third try, she manages to snatch box from him and crawls away.......bhai is happily admiring his behan's persistence........ his eyes follows behan on her path to running glory.......
3rd Scene (Papa failed to capture the moment)-
Rudra bhai is standing near a table with a toy in hand.....behan crawls up to him ......tries to stand up after catching hold of his frail legs, but she falls down......seeing her on the floor, bhai bends down.......extends his hand to help her stand........touches her cheeks with his soft hands.....and says.....Behan...Behan.....Behan....

And, behan is happy to be on her feet.......holding the table top and with a smile on her face, she starts to tap the table......bhai too joins in......and they again begin their conversations.......Silent Conversations!

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First Day Of June

.......was lot different as compared to past one week; the hustle and bustle of past few days was missing. All the delicate things have found their way back to their original place and the house is looking neat and organised again. There was no throwing around of toys and rattles, no act of shouting out each other, no boxing bouts between Rudra bhai and Ridhima didi, no running around to make them eat ...............I can go on compiling these "no’s". But then all “no’s” fade away in front of one “yes”- my answer to a question “if I am missing them”.

My Ashu chacha, Shikha chachee and Rudra bhai have gone to Dehradun to drop my Renu bua and Ridhima didi there at our home. That would mean that my dadee and I will have to spend a quiet day in our Gurgaon home.

My dadee understands and takes timely care of my needs; you can even adjust your watch seeing her do that. She has been doing that since my birth with one month break in between. And, she has never complained about anything but my sleeping habit- I don’t sleep for more than an hour or so during the entire day. Both of us play together as best of friends with my rattles, balls, soft toys and a piano mat- my latest addition. I just love it as it plays music whenever my dadee puts me on top of that- it is always nice to have someone competing with you in a noise making competition; more so after the sudden exit of two boisterous competitors. But I will join them in Dehradun soon; and I have 9 more days to learn a thing or two to compete with them again......

Watching three sub-three category kids playing together is always a treat to every one's eyes and ears; but only when you can relish it! Actually, one has no choice but to relish it.......

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School Dreams- Is There Any Hope?

Six months into life; I along with my family have already started to dream. Dreams, that are about my future- growing up as a kid and later as an adult. With every passing day that list continues to expand-few things gets added up while some are dropped. An essential constituent of that list is about the kind of schooling/education my parents would like me to give.

But, horrific incidents of past few days are beginning to affect me. Within a span of few days, two young girls (Shanno and Akkriti) have lost their lives. I have already mentioned about Shanno in one of my posts here. While, Akkriti, a 17 year old from Delhi’s Modern School lost her life following an asthma attack on Monday; apparently due to school’s negligence in administering her the required medical care. In their death, have gone all their dreams and that of their respective families. Their fault-they followed their respective school dream. Worse is that the incidents of Shanno and Akkriti are not stray incidents anymore; they are getting repeated at an alarming rate in different parts of the country. The lackadaisical approach of the administration in dealing with cases like that of Akkriti, Shanno and many other unfortunate kids is not helping either. If this is the way to deal with kids-incidentally the largest block of kids on the face of this planet; then I think something is terribly wrong with the school/education system of this country and the people who run it.

Here, I am left wondering- If a school is really worth it? Though my answer would still be an emphatic YES; but with a plea; that for God sake-
~ Please ban all these corporal punishments.
~ Set up fast track courts to deal with the cases of kids like Shanno, Akkriti, Aman and many others.
~ Make schools and its management accountable for the safety and security of the kids.
~ Make it mandatory for schools to maintain emergency medical care at school premises itself.

I don’t have any hopes left with our stupid politicians and heartless bureaucrats; but I hope that our Supreme Court is listening!

Edited to add: I request all the readers of this post to take up this issue in whatever manner they feel appropriate. Also, please write and urge your other blogger friends and colleagues to write posts on their blogs for creating an opinion on this issue so that no other Shanno, Akkriti or Aman lose his/her life while pursuing their school/college dreams. You can also use the comment tab of this post to write your views on this matter. Let us use the power of this medium to shake the administration so hard that it is left with no choice but to come out of its state of comatose. We don't need any more Shannos, Akkritis and Amans to happen to any other kid anymore. Enough is enough!

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Questions-Incomplete Story Of Why And What

I come back to this forum every night with an aim of writing something worthwhile. And when I began writing today, I encountered so many questions jostling for small space inside my head. While I am grappling with my answers for those questions, I thought it best to also document them to see if I have answered them in any of my previous posts.

~ Who do I write this blog for?
~ What drives me to create situation for my father to write?
~ If I have to put in some extra effort in creating those situations or they are just part of my growing up experience?
~ Would it have made any difference had I born elsewhere and not India?
~ Why does life looks so exciting and simple from the eyes of a small kid?
~ What makes me cry? What makes me angry? What excites me?
~ Why do I act indifferently sometimes?
~ What is trust for me?
~ What do my eyes tell a person when I look into his/her eyes?
~ Why do people connect to me?
~ What is that bring people to this blog day after day?
~ What will trigger my initiation into the material world?
~ Why and how do people grow to become so different from one another after being so similar during their respective childhood?

While I search for my answers to the above and many other unsaid questions, why don’t you help me with your take on them? It must be simple for you as all you have to do is to take a flight back into your childhood and starts answering my questions as if I am you; but don’t forget to base it on your own life experience.

On my part all I know is that the kid in me is enjoying every moment of my childhood. It wants to do so many things and learn so much before impurities begins to set in and starts maligning me to make me more of a human being and less of a kid. But, I am sure there must be a way to avoid that- Is it not possible to grow without any corresponding increase in inner impurities?

Something tells me- “It is my dear”. And, please don’t forget that much talked about emphasis on the upbringing. Someone was right when he/she said that our households are our first nursery. So, my family- it is all in your hands! So, handle with care as your care is going to chart out the course of my life. Don't forget that everything is being documented here.

Please be aware that you guys (my family) are a potter and I am that mud on the potter's wheel aka circle of life. Now it is left to the potter to give me the desired shape and form. And, I am game for the same.

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