Risms in 2012 – 3

R is sitting on the potty…I am folding and refolding her black ribbons to give them some kind of shape…and then she asks ‘Amma, aaj black uniform che?‘ (Amma, today is black uniform)

RM: yes
R: Mereko school nahi jana (I dont want to go to school)
RM: Kyun (Why)
R: Because I dont want to going. Mereko daycare jana hai…Aap mereko ’choding’ karenge che (Because I dont want to go. I want to go to daycare. Will you drop me? – Choding is actually chod denge!)

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I am asking R to hurry up in the morning..

RM: Arey R jaldi karo, we will miss your bus

R doesnt reply for about 3 seconds

and suddenly says ‘Amma, mereko chotu baby when you giving’

I am stunned and ask her ‘why are you asking’

R: Amma, P ke ghar mein chotu baabu aya, mereko bhi want hai (P got a small boy in his house, even I want one)

Well Well…what to say?

*P is a guy in her daycare who got a baby brother and everyone in the daycare is so excited about it and P is showing off big time about his baby brother

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RD, R and I are in the car where the radio is on….between the song, RD and I start fighting talking to each other

R: Arey, awaz baandh karo, mereko sunai nahi de raha (Arey dont  make noise, I cant hear!)

RM and RD just shut up…(the argument continues later on )

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RD gets R back from the daycare, while I am cooking

R: amma

RM: hmmmm

R: Amma

RM: hmmmm

R: amma, amma, amma

RM:” arey what, tell na

R: Amma, mereko bahut bada bhuk lage che..kuch khaing ke liye che (Amma, I am very hungry (bada bukh is actually big hunger, it cant be really translated into English *rolls eyes* Is there anything to eat?)

bada bhuk - It reminds me instantly of kumbhakaran!!!
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While we were at the camp RD had chai from there…I have not started tea for R yet..and when RD (ETA changed from R to RD had written R earlier by mistake, Theek hai RD????)  drinks his beer or any other alcoholic drink, we usually tell that ‘its Appa chai, yuck’ and R doesnt ask for it

So at the camp, RD takes tea first..and then after a while goes to the ice box to pick up his beer…R like the tail, follows him…‘yeh kaay e’ (What is this?) she asks RD

RD: Chai beta..

R: (Perplexed) Chai cold bhi you drink and chai hot bhi you drink? (You drink cold chai and hot chai?)

RD: !!!!

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R and I are having our usual morning fight with the hair combing when she looks at her ball which has fallen on the floor (Who has the time to pick it up? no one!)

R: Amma, aa ball toh giriyu che (Amma this ball has fallen down) Giriyu - is the GujHindi form of fallen…Gira in Hindi and Padayu in Gujju…which R the linguist combines to say Giriyu!!!

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Again, I am in the kitchen doing something..RD has gone out to meet someone..

R: Amma, mereko aap bahut aache lagte ho (Amma, I like you a lot)

RM is pleased as a pea: Awww! even I like you  baby

R: Amma, I love you lod lod (I love you a lot)

RM now melts into a puddle of mush: I love you too a lot darling

R: Amma, aap meri friend ho na (Amma, you are my friend na)

RM: yes yes baby

R:Aacha, toh woh fridge mein se zara chocolate give karo na (then give me that chocolate from the fridge!)

RM:!!!!

This girl I tell you, is a sure shot diplomat in the making!
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and just as we came back from Zephyr’s place..in the evening, I am pretending to stitch that hook of her uniform, while she is pretending to help me..

suddenly she says ‘amma, maine aapka blog read kiya’

and I prick myself with the needle in shock…WHAT I ask her

R: Amma, maine blog read kiya..Zephyr (she calls her something else, but I dont know if I can put that on the  blog ) ne bola na..toh maine woh read kiya hai

Can  you believe this? I mean kids pick up SO FAST!!! I am shocked! Zephyr and I were discussing blogs and stuff and the brat was pretending to jump from bed to bean bag actually listening to our conversation

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I am cutting onions for making veg cheese omelets while the brat is sitting on the kitchen platform giving me instructions and eating her banana chips..

my eyes water, I am literally crying while cutting the onions when R looks at me earnestly and says

Amma, aap onions se darr te ho kya? (Amma are  you scared of the onions?)

RM: *sniff sniff* no no why are you asking?

R: Then why you are crying while cutting it?

RM:!!!!!

Well, I dont have any answer to that, do I ?

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R had a story telling session in her school on Tuesday. Now for a mother who reads books for her child, this should be easy na…nahi…we just got confused and didnt know what story to tell…I tried to make her tell the bhindi and other lovely *ahem* stories that I had come up with, but the brat refused

So she comes up with her own story!

One day, a deer was drinking water near a river. The tiger came. and Deer said hello and the tiger ate the deer.

Bhagwan….what a gory story!!!

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The Story Teller in Me is Back – The Teeth That Told

a story…

Disclaimer in place as usual – Non parents and regular brushers can skip this post

Yep..so I came up with the story of the teeth for the brat to brush her teeth!

RM: Abhi R if you dont brush your teeth fast, your teeth will cry
R: Kyun
RM: They will get dirty na…
R: Kyun
RM: Errr…because you have eaten all stuff na
R: Kyun
RM:!!!!!

as if I give her bad stuff to eat…no its not me..its only RD..me…well..I am a Saint mama

Anyways, so here goes the story

One day there was a little girl  (LG – I said little girl everytime but its too much to write so shortening it to LG) who never used to brush her teeth..the teeth would always cry to her amma saying ‘LG’s Amma, LG’s amma’ please ask LG to clean us because the germs are attacking us…

LG’s Amma used to keep telling the LG to clean her teeth but she would never listen..slowly her teeth started becoming yellow and then brown

R: Kyun amma
RM: Becuase the germs started attacking them and then they started getting dirty and then slowly slowly all the teeth started rotting (Errr…this needs to be said with a scary voice like how they have in the bhoot movies)

R: Phir?

RM: then the LG wanted to eat one apple one day..as soon as she bit into the juicy red apple, her teeth pained..ouch said the LG…what happened to my teeth? why am I not able to bite into the apple…

So the teeth cried ‘clean us clean us’

Aeee! said LG…who is this shouting

Teeth say ‘ hum, hum, your teeth’

LG goes running to her amma and says amma amma my teeth are brown and I cant bite into an apple and my teeth are crying..

Amma asks her to open her mouth and then says ‘see I told you na, that your teeth are getting spoilt’ now the germs have started eating it and slowly slowly you cant eat anything (to be said in a sinister tone)

LG starts crying and says no no amma I want good teeth…

Amma says ‘okie so now brush your teeth properly for some days and see if they are getting any better’

In the meantime, the LG saw a small dirty brown coloured speck walking like a king near her mouth…

LG said hey hey who are you, why are you coming inside my mouth

The dirt said, I am a germ and you cant do anything to hurt me, I am going to get into your teeth and dig big big holes in them..hahahahahhaha! (Please add the hahahah effect okie?)

LG gets scared and quickly takes a LOT of toothpaste on her brush and starts cleaning up and down and round and round..

Phew say the teeth, finally she is cleaning us

She starts cleaning her bottom teeth, when her upper teeth say ‘arey clean us also clean us also’

LG says ’but woh toh bore hota hai’ (Pretty much what the brat says!!!)

so the lower teeth say’ Arey LG if you dont clean our friends the upper teeth, then all the germs from there will attack us again’ please clean the upper teeth as well, they are such nice friends of ours…

So the LG starts cleaning the upper teeth

and then starting from Sunday till next Saturday, ie sunday, monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, thursday, friday and saturday (teach the kiddo days of the week), the LG cleans her teeth twice a day..once in the morning and once in the night…

R: But Sunday is holiday na amma? *Can you believe how much of the laziness gene this girl had inherited!*

RM: Toh kya hua..you have to clean your teeth EVERYDAY

R: Like on Sunday, monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, thursday, friday and saturday

RM: yes yes..good see now you know the days of week

Slowly her teeth start getting yellow…and then one more week she brushes her teeth everyday two times and then her teeth start shining white

LG is very happy and she is able to bite into anything..

Her Amma is also very happy and LG says ’amma, main everyday teeth clean karungi..once in the morning and once in the night’

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The things you do as a mother!

Bugged on Valentine Day :(

No seriously with the month of love around and Valentine’s day just happening last week, I should be in love with everyone…but right now I am bugged…

For a lot of reasons…

I have given  up, you know..for every guy like RD or RMB, I meet such guys (Described below) who make me go so angry that I get bugged…

Both the incidents happened on Valentine’s day…and I just feel like giving up on V day!…no I am pretty neutral to V day  you know…I neither am a big fan, nor do I stop anyone from celebrating it..to each his or her own…

Incident #1

This guy to sits next to me…he has two kids and his wife is a prof at some college..

Pretty educated, has travelled abroad extensively..etc etc

Him: I went yesterday to buy diamonds
RM: Awwww…thats so sweet..for V day for your wife is it?
Him:yes….but they are so expensive
RM: yes they are
H: but she wants one
RM: Thats nice
H: no but I was thinking whether I should really buy it..
RM: I have heard diamonds have no re-sale value…but then they look pretty eh if you are into jewellery
H: you dont like them?
RM: I am not a big fan of jewellery
H: hmmmm…I got one for 30 K for her…
RM: Thats so sweet..what did you buy?
H: Earrings…for 30 K
RM: oh..great…did she like it
H: If she doesnt like anything thats worth 30K , I wonder what she expects..

and this is where I got bugged…I mean, why the hell do you have to crib and buy..dont buy na..simple..otherwise if you buy, enjoy the gifting!!!!

Why bring it down so cheaply to money

Incident #2

I am walking towards the bus ..

Guy 2: Hey
RM: hey how are you?
G2: Fine fine..happy V day
RM: oh same to you..hope you are enjoying the newly married life
G2: Whats there to enjoy?
Okie and I shut up..because I dont have anything else to say

G2: So whats the plan for V Day
RM: nothing rey….kuch major nahi
G2: Well..I am sure RD will be ready with a hot cup of tea and some snacks for you by the time you reach home..poor guy what all he has to  bear

RM: *takes deep breath* And you think its a problem because…..?
G2: Arey poor fellow has to put up with you…and your demands!
RM: and you dont do this to your wife
G2: Of course not, I dont do anything of this sort for the wife…she should do it na…I really pity RD
RM: looks at him angrily : Well, then I pity your wife because she will never know what is it to have a wonderful husband..

and I walk away. fuming. angry, bugged. irritated…

I mean, why why why…

both the guys are well educated, travelled across the globe and totally seemingly intelligent people..and yet

I think its in the Indian blood. Thats all I can say..the way we bring up our boys to think girls have to serve them

It makes me sad. All this while, I was thinking education is the key to change your thought process…but is it…? now I dont think education has ANYTHING to do with your thought process or even going around the world will ever broaden your horizons…if you are brought up in a certain way, no matter what, thats how you are going to think…I am just so bugged. Gah!

My Problem with Birthday Parties

is really stupid as per RD…he says I think too much…

May be I do…I am a ‘ahem’ thinker eh?

But getting to the point..

That party we went to..it was R’s daycare friend’s birthday party..I dont know the girl except that I have said hello to her when I wait to pick up R at the daycare..she smiles, I smile and things are done…we got an invite on Friday night…which means that I have NO TIME to buy a gift and no I am not my father’s daughter who keeps extra gifts for children in his house…Gah to him! but so I was stuck regarding that..also Saturday was FULL DAY working which means that I have no time to buy a present..

I am not even looking into the fact that the birthday invite had a barbie themed invitation which I would think is too stereotyped…but then to each his/her own so I am not commenting on that at all!

then again, we went to the party after buying two puzzles and 2 pens…which brings me to my Question #1 – WHAT to gift children? most children in R’s group as far as I know have everything..be it clips, be it pencils, sketchpens, toys etc etc :( The practical me would suggest just giving cash, but for a kid it wouldnt work…The other side of me would suggest a story book,but how do you know what the kid reads, whether the kid reads at all, what is age appropriate to me may not be age appropriate to the parents, and also HOW do you buy the right gift if you are given an invite just a day before

anyways we entered the party hall (RD dropped us and left) and I saw a huge hall decorated like a dream..and the girl wearing the princess tiara and all that…I introduced myself to the lady who welcomed us only to realise later that she was not even the mother of the girl but an aunt *Smacks head!*

I left R since the place was a closed one and then sat in one remote corner trying furiously to blend with the wall paper…I met one of R’s daycare friend’s mother, someone whom I had met earlier and said hello to…

In the party, there was a party host! and a tatoo corner…now I never let R wear tatoos…I know the chemicals that go into a removable tatoo and I am not a big fan of applying all that to a baby’s hand but ALL the kids were going there, and R came running to me asking me ‘Amma maine tatoo wear karu please’ Well, for once, I was not the cruel one and agreed…Did my heart feel I was right – yes..did my mind feel I was right – no

the only positive point - R at least asked for permission!

Then again there were some kids whose parents had left them and gone…I didnt think I would do that to R

1. because she is too young to be left alone
2. because its a big problem to the parents of the birthday girl to take responsibility..infact I had called up the mother and asked her the previous day and she had said very clearly that we would prefer one of the parents at least or even both because it would be difficult for us to manage young kids..totally agreed…but then again the other side of me said ‘coming for free dinner eh?’

Anyways…so the kids whose parents were not around, I know them because they are in R’s daycare, were not in the best of behaviour,….drinking glass after glass of juice, running around, knocking down people…*Shudder*

then there were games which the host conducted..in which she divided the kids and the parents into two teams and asked them to do various task like  make a circle, make a triangle etc etc….interesting concept but then why make the winning team say boooo to the losing team what are you teaching the kids..that its bad to lose..at this moment, RD would have told me..I am over reacting…yaa may be I was

Then of course there was a magic show that went on and on..and then another game of the parents…and then gifts only for particular kids who won a particular round….is that right?? one kid went crying to his mom saying even he wanted a gift

then as usual the Indian problem of  not doing anything on time I was late myself..the card said 6.30 but I had called up and told the mother that I can come only by 7.30 because I had office…I reached at 7.15…
the cake was cut at NINE!!! nine in the night R was cranky and hungry by then but thankfully her daycare friends were around so it was okie I guess…

The mother with whom I was sitting and I were one of the firsts to enter the food counters which opened only at 9.15 isnt that too late…I mean, with such young kids, wouldnt you want to start up the food earlier..and of course the variety of food there!!!

I was wondering how superlative the arrangements were, when R’s friend’s mom told me that the minimum amount to book the hall + food there is about Rs.30 K..then additional tatoo, magician, and return gifts (which would have been at least 50 in number looking at the crowd!) and cake…I gasped! I said you are kidding me? she said no…and she mentioned that this girl always gives such superlative parties..last year it was in a famous pizza joint and before that in another big hall!!!

and since R’s friend is about 5 years, she is telling her mother that even I was such a big party…which may not be affordable to them of course

which brings me to my stupid questions

#2 – Is such a party necessary? Who am I to ask this..well a mother of a peer, who cant really afford such expensive parties…

#3 – how to make kids realise that not everyone can afford it…I over heard the kids discussing on how exciting the return gifts are going to be, and how so and so’s return gifts were so drab and the cake was so yuck kids can be cruel seriously

#4 – I personally would NEVER spend or as a  matter of fact, afford to spend so much money for R..does that mean that I should stop attending such parties…everyone in her daycare was going, so R didnt want to be left out and I went..no the kid whose birthday it was, is certainly not expecting an invitation to R’s bday,  but then there is peer pressure and super competition…

#5 – What happened to the birthday parties we used to have? Some food ma would make, cake was either baked at home or bought from a small nearby bakery, there were NO return gifts, children came, played, ate and went back!

#6 – Is such extravaganza a trend only in Mumbai or is it happening in other towns as well?

My idea of a good birthday party

Venue – My house

Food – Cake from outside ( I cant bake okie?), some idli sambhar chutney, some chips and perhaps another sweet

Return gifts – Books or perhaps plants

Gift for the birthday child – Nothing..because I have no STORAGE space in my house!!!

Time – 6 in the evening to 8.30 in the evening

Things to do – Games which can be played by kids inside the house..like perhaps painting or making something constructive or perhaps playing with the atta dough or something (any suggestions)
My actual problems with birthday parties is just the extravaganza attached to them..and my biggest grouse – Return gifts…what a super waste of money and because your child gets it, you have to give it too..and no, kids dont appreciate books..they want only expensive stuff

Disclaimer – These are my personal views. I am not judging anyone. I dont have any right to judge anyone at all. and if I get invites to extravagant birthday parties, I will attend!

 

The Weekend That Was – Ekdum Thanda and Too Much Hard Work Involved

For all of you who are expecting a rocking weekend..and always tell me that I have awesome weekends…here is one which was ekdum thanda…

Saturday I was at work…yes yes..can you believe it….too much work at work

In the evening we went to R’s daycare friend’s birthday party…yaa yaa now that cycle has started for me *shudder*

We got the invite on Friday night..when we went to pick up R..which means zero time to pick up a gift…the girl turned 7 years..which means that I had to get something good…plus the party was at a BIG hall..which means it cant be too cheap..infact, wait, I am just going to write a separate post on this..so let this stop here only

I heard a wonderful love story from one of R’s other friend’s mom..she and her hubby will complete 12 years of marriage….same locality, common set of friends, love declared, parental opposition because girl is a CA and boy was 12th pass, but since the families knew each other, friends intervened and they got married and now are completing 12 years of togetherness…ek dum cute love story na :)

We came back late after eating

1. two types of cake, chocolate and strawberry

2. pani puri

3. pav bhaji

4. noodles and manchurian

5. mix dosa

6. jalebi..

yes yes like that…

Oh I forgot to mention, we got an instant invitation on Friday to RD’s friend’s marriage and went to the reception in the train all decked up hehehe reached late, met up with the friend’s sister and her adorable daughter even later and ate all the shaadi ka khana…but I was so exhausted with the monthly period cramps that I couldnt even enjoy the food

Sunday was even crazier

Got up to make dosas, omlets (Dosa atta was not enough!) and fruits breakfast…made sambhar, raw tomato chutney, beans curry and rice for lunch…feast in the R household..and oh oh! RD was kind enough to cut ALL THE VEGGIES when R and I had gone to the  birthday party..yayayay!

then made dhana jeera powder, molagapodi, and cleaned the fridge inside out…seriously, I wonder how something that is closed can gather so much kachra..though if you ask RD he will say, ‘you are mad RM, its so clean’ this guy looks at the world fridge with rose tinted glasses I guess

RD in the meantime had managed to clean the shoe shelf which was horribly dirty and then call in a carpenter because the amount of toys he got back for R we need a new shelf..nope..I am not exaggerating!!!

Then we both got carried away and asked the guy to build this and build that..and when he gave us a quote, I fainted….well almost!!! I mean, furniture worth 3 months salary…is it worth it!!!

We gave R the Sunday  hair bath and then ate lunch and slept…

The maid came exactly at the time when we had caught sleep…RD and R refused to cooperate and open the door so I had to do it Gah!

Had chai, and then the mountain of clothes from last week’s wedding beckoned us seductively which meant actually going ahead and folding them finally

Did that and then went out to eat poochkas

RD had made his patented super duper Rajma…and rice

Had dinner and went to snoozeland..

Today I am on a half day and RD is taking the second half off….since R’s daycare is closed for Shivratri

I hope I reach office on time

So there folks, this was my sad sa weekend..for all of you who get jealous at my happening weekends, here is a dampener

Long Pending Book Review – By Us, For Us

I received this book ‘By Us For Us’ a couple of weeks ago from a lovely lady (thank you Smita Banerjee) who asked me to review it on the blog.

The book interested me right from the start and let me tell you that I finished reading it in one go.

29 stories, this book is treasure house for children…, I think its a must have in a household with kids between 9 to 99 and above..no seriously…

The book is published as a part of the Hewlett Packard Write and Read initiative (http://hpwriteandread) and Katha books (www.katha.org) Prasoon Joshi was the mentor to the creative workshops held across India to a bunch of students who were exposed to the various interactive sessions on creative writing…and boy oh boy..what a superb result!

Like I was saying, its a book, by kids for kids..and gosh! what stories…I was bowled over by the superb narration, usage of words and vivid imagination of each of the story teller….aged between 9 to 15 these kids are superb…I doubt at their age, I even thought of such things..

Apart from that, the look and feel of the book, the lovely illustrations..(very very eye catching) the large print everything, is in favor of the book.

There are introductions by Prasoon Joshi (the mentor), Neeraj Sharma from HP and Geeta Dharamarajan from Katha…

I think I saw our GB’s name in it as well…is that you GB or someone else???

Some stories are extremely funny, some stories are a bit dark which made me wonder how kids can think of such things and some are just plain fun stories…The children have let their imagination run riot!!

Stories are from a myriad of topics from environment to earth hour and wildlife, mundane things like tooth paste and brushes, dragons,  suitcases full of money and pollens and flowers, chemistry labs and chemicals, dreams and lands, journey to the centre of the earth…..it was a total fun read…

Few stories stuck out like that of the last tiger, the dragon, the bus ride with a pass, the blind girl,the suitcase telling its story… …

infact it would be wrong to say that few stories stuck now..now when I writing the review and thinking back, I think all the stories in one way or the other were special….it makes me proud that we have such wonderful young creative and imaginative minds amongs us in India…

I think the initiative proved its worth and came up with an excellent book which is sure a ‘must have’ in all households..

Go ahead and buy it and read it. I am sure you wont be  disappointed!

The Annual Day 2012 – Part 2

Read part 1 here

Dont get bugged okie if this is too long..its still SnS’s and Seema’s fault

anyways so yesterday it was all about the make up and stuff..and today about the actual program

I go and stand in the line where parents are waiting for the gates to open, reading my David Baldacci while people around me are chit chatting calling their children from the top etc etc…me? I am in zen mode..R is not even bothered, then why should I ? Hmpf!

As per the Indian standard time, the program slated to start at 8.30 starts only at 8.45…I am furious…I mean, WHY in God’s name, WHY CANT people start the program on time…there are parents leaving their children to the teachers even at 8.30…how can they do that…they give excuses like ‘late soya na, toh late utha’ seriously? I mean when you know your child needs to reach early, WHY CANT YOU just let them sleep early???

Anyways, so we all are sitting at our places, I thankfully, had one of R’s daycare friend’s parents who also studies in her school, different division as company…so we chatted about everything under the sun including the school  
The principal gave a speech and then showed us some pictures of various activities in school including pictures of the annual day competition…Gosh! parents are so so so bloody talented, there was this boy whose mom had dressed him like Shiv Ligam…I am sure she didnt send the boy to school by the school bus, but the way it was done…OMG! I was spellbound….R’s friend’s mom laughed at me and asked me, so want to leave your job...I almost said yes…I mean, THIS is what is the advantage of being a SAHM…you never do anything half hearted right???

ETA : I apologise if the struck sentence made anyone feel that I was berating or insulting working mothers by telling them that they dont do full hearted work for the kids….it was a sentence more to myself than anyone else.. sorry!

then started the stuff which we were awaiting…

First about 30 playgroup kids came on stage, stood in a semi circle and danced on nursery rhymes….

I went crazy, clapping, screaming, until the guy in front of me turned around and looked at me as if I was a specimen from the zoo and just as he was going to say something, R’s friend’s mom gave out a whistle….you know the whistle where you use your thumb and index finger put it in your mouth and gives out a loud noise…like that…I screamed again and her husband said yayayayay go again both of you and we went again…and the man in front was so shocked that he just gulped and looked ahead hehehe

What whistles man…she was a riot!!!

anyways…people asked for a ‘once more’ I wasnt in favor..no dont get me wrong, the kids were cute enough, but two things

1. We were running late
2. the kids were tired and bored…

I thought they will stop at one rhyme but they made the kids do the WHOLE thing again…I felt so bad…and I was right..the kids WERE bored…most of them who did a superb job the first time, didnt even shake their bums the next time

anyways that over, the first nursery class came…the best part of the whole program was that the kids danced on really old songs except the last group which did on Dhinkichika (I am not a big fan of the song!, I hate Salman Khan..go on hit  me, Smita :))

oh so where was I? yaa the first song…

It was this song ’angrezi mein bolu I love you’ they had made the entire set of kids (about 40) divide into pairs and dressed as goans, gujjus, bongs and punjus…

and oh God the way they danced…awesome awesome awesome..

then was another set of 40 kids dancing on a medley on Lord Krishna’s song…the last one had two kids dressed as Radha and Krishna standing in the centre and all the others standing behind them…WHAT A SCENE!!! We were screaming and shouting…all the while

The third dance was on ‘acha ji mein hari chalo maan jao na’ the kid who was in the front…the boy, the way he was shaking his head as if he was not maaning….oh God…guys I was shocked that at 3 kids can come up with such expressions..and what dance steps…superb superb!

then there was another set of kids who danced on ‘udde jab jab zulfein teri’, ‘oh meri zoharazabin’ and ‘saar pe topi laal baandh ke resham ka rumaal’ what lovely expressions boss…I toh fell in love only

and then R’s class came and the brat was standing right in the front…when the lights were dark, she was chit chatting with her partner *Rolls eyes*

Then the lights turned on and they started with ‘O Hasina Zulfon wali jane jahan’ and boy oh boy what dancing by the kids…I was flabbergast..no seriously…lovely lovely…..screams, shouts, the whole hall was on their feet..well almost on their feet and then there was a gap for a second and they started with ‘Aaj Kal Tere Mere Pyaar ke Charche’  what a super change the kids did…I was like ‘sahi’…it was total timepass…some kids forgot, some looked around, some jumped, some danced…all in all, total entertainment I think this was a tribute to Shammi Kapoor..from up there, he would have loved to see the kids dance with joy to his songs…

And then the finale Dinkachika…..the kids again were in pairs and danced to the song with total enthu

And the program ended…

Few observations which RM had as usual

1) Start time..I wonder when I will see a school which starts its program on time!
2) The parents going ahead and taking their children’s pictures..despite the school authorities PLEADING them not to..some kids started crying after seeing their parents
3) The elaborate costumes of certain dances…I think they could have selected something more kid friendly
4) The way the kids were left..they should have been left class wise…instead everyone was left together and there was total chaos
5) Old songs are superb dancing pieces…if I ever get a chance to dance, I would prefer doing it on the older songs than the newer ones..
6) No, chikini chameli is no where close to ‘o hasina zulfon wali’ absolutely not!

all in all a total success…I loved every moment of it..and I must admit that R danced pretty nicely….she remembered most of the steps, managed to make her partner turn her around 5 times and jumped like a jack properly :)

I dropped R to the daycare along with her friend and his mom and then we went to work

so that ends the annual day tale…no SnS and Seema, you wont give me a stern look na

and oh here are the pics….from the annual day and the republic day

 

Check out the hair style and the ribbons in her hand all RM's work *Preens*

 

 

Check out the perfect color combi I got yayayaya!