tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51314696552325959202024-03-13T23:35:23.659+05:30TimepassThis blog will feature the daily happenings in my life. Now that my daughter Punch is here, I will be writing in a lot about her too..timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17883465227541901118noreply@blogger.comBlogger219125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-12986620055105582522011-08-24T12:19:00.003+05:302011-08-24T12:29:18.095+05:30And Now..<div style="text-align: justify;">The dhinka chika mama is appearing on TV for some mosquito repellent ad..Punch is playing around and gives me the wrong impression that she has not noticed him on TV.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">The bell rings and the Mr. arrives..</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Punch opens the door and says Abba Abba very seriously</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He says, what happened?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">She says: Abba, Dhinka chika mama ko mosquito ne bite kiya</div><div style="text-align: justify;">He just cannot understand what is going on...and asks me if dhinka chika mama is really not well!</div><div style="text-align: justify;">++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++</div><div>
<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Punch is playing with her toy resembling an infant. she calls it as Baby S</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Punch: Amma, S baby so gaya</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Me: Kyon?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Punch: Usko thookam (sleep) aa gaya, isliye so gaya</div><div style="text-align: justify;">++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Punch's friend had gone to attend a wedding in her native place and Punch kept on asking about her</div><div>Punch: Amma, where is G ( friend's name)</div><div>Me: She has gone to her uncle's kalyanam (wedding)</div><div>Punch: I will also go, it is my V babba (uncle) kalyanam</div><div>Me: But V babba kalyanam is over</div><div>Punch: Ok then I will go to R thatha kalyanam </div><div>Me: That is also over</div><div>Punch: Then I will go to P paati kalyanam</div><div>The intention is to attend a wedding, so what if the grandparents need to get married again!</div><div>++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Punch: Amma, you be a good girl and listen to me, then your Happy Birthday will come again and if you are good, I will buy a cake for you</div><div>
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<br /></div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-64179452298797844372011-08-01T10:13:00.002+05:302011-08-01T10:15:43.595+05:30Dropping InDropping in here just to say <div><br /></div><div>Do you know the Dhinka Chika mama?</div><div>we see him daily on TV doing Dhinka Chika ae ae ae</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-90834312846584286462011-06-26T14:01:00.002+05:302011-06-26T14:16:47.549+05:30Hi All<div align="justify">First of all, thanks for your comments and emails in response to my previous post. I forgot to update the post and mention the reason behind that post. The Mr was kept under observation in ICU due to high Blood Pressure, he has since recovered and doing good now.</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">On the Punch front, she is her usual busy multi-tasking self...which means she never does one thing at a time..I have enrolled her in music class with the hope that she sings atleast some bhajans and she easily earned the tag of the naughtiest student. She never sits and sings, it is always a combination of jump/run/play with toy/do yoga pose/scream and then sing. No amount of threatening/bribing/scolding works out. Needless to say, wahan bhi ho gaya izzat ka falooda..</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Punch has now joined Nursery class in a nearby school and she was eagerly awaiting the first day. She kept waving bye to us after taking every 2 steps inside the school. She looks forward to go to school and insisted that we put her on the yellow colour school bus. Her teacher told me on the second day " She has settled down well, no tears at all". I wanted to say " Madam, this indicates trouble for you and may lead to tears in ur eyes too!" but could not do so. Then we get another compliment " very naughty". Not to mention the loss of ID cards, water bottles, tie etc.</div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Yesterday, Punch's music teacher had arranged a small function where all her students sang. Punch had to sing two small 2-4 line bhajans, and both me and the teacher had no expectations from her. But surprisingly, she SAT peacefully on the mat, took the mike in her hands and sang flawlessly looking at all directions. So much that the teacher asked her to sing a third song which she promptly sang.. So, that was her singing debut as well...</div><br />That's it from me for now..Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-62905671879347096442011-05-24T15:02:00.003+05:302011-05-24T15:24:27.998+05:30Help from unexpected quarters<div style="text-align: justify;">I did not expect a relative of a patient (lying in coma in the ICU and hovering between life and death) to offer to look after my naughty 3 year old till I visit my husband inside..</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I did not expect that the security guys sitting outside the ICU will offer to show videos from their mobile phones to keep my child occupied while I visit my husband inside..</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">I did not expect at all that a person to whom I lent my phone charger remember to give it to another person and ask me to collect it..fyi this man's son consumed pesticide and gave up the fight for life and he comes to me and says " Mazha mulga sampla..tumcha charger varti aahe.." meaning my son is finished, your charger is upstairs.</div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Least of all, I did not expect one unknown person who seemed to be an avid IPL watcher to offer to change to cartoon channel for the sake of my child.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and of course not to forget the night shift security guard who asked me where is your child, I have not seen her today, how is your husband.. when he could have easily kept quiet..</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and also the friendly neighbours and office colleagues who offered to stay back and help in whatever manner possible.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">God teaches us lessons in so many ways...I have learnt to be humane and humble from this experience..Its really great that you offer help when you are yourself not in a proper mental state (struggling with the health status of a loved one)..Thanks all, I do not know your names, but I pray for the good health of your loved one in the ICU.</div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-9334833990042808652011-04-04T16:57:00.000+05:302011-04-04T16:57:00.082+05:30Tongue Tied<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I often warn Punch that she will have to listen to me and stop making mischief if she wants to go to playschool. One day, this same conversation was going on and I told her that since she is not listening to me, I will not send her to playschool that day. She replies casually " Amma, I will go to ABC (new school which she will be joining in June) school".</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When Punch lies or does something wrong I tell her that God is looking at you, he will pinch your eyes. One day as I was trying to put her to sleep, she said " Amma, you have a black spot on your nose, has god pinched your eyes? what did you do?"</div><div><br /></div><div>What else can I say except...Meri billi mujhe hi meow..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-15076750095547386302011-03-16T15:15:00.003+05:302011-03-16T15:40:11.358+05:30Chimdan TalesMe: Punch, did u eat tiffin at school today<div>Punch: Yes</div><div>Me: what did you eat ( purposely)</div><div>Punch: Dosa, but chimdan spilled the sambar</div><div><br /></div><div>FYI: I give her maximum 2 spoons of sambar in a tight container and I don't know chimdan spilled whose sambar?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Me: Punch, when is ur happy birthday</div><div>Punch: May tonty (20)</div><div>Me: what are you going to do that day?</div><div>Punch: Cut a big cake</div><div>Me: who will come to ur birthday?</div><div>Punch: A, B, C, D etc</div><div>but amma, chimdan will eat all the cake</div><div>so i will not call her</div><div><br /></div><div>FYI: Chimdan is Punch's version of Simran, her classmate.</div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-33319875825646609112011-03-04T15:10:00.000+05:302011-03-04T15:10:01.442+05:30Damsel in Distress<div style="text-align: justify;">Punch was having a nice time in the play area of our apartment complex. As usual, she protested when asked to come home. I finally had enough of her " 2 minutes" and "3 minutes" and I lifted her and carried her away from the play area. She started screaming " Mujhe Chhod do, Mujhe Chhod do" much to my amusement. What a talented nautanki we have here..and till two months back she did not know a word in Hindi. </div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-74858606527612524352011-02-27T15:45:00.002+05:302011-02-27T15:56:26.865+05:30Where are we moving towards?Two recent happenings make me think so...<br /><br /><div align="justify">1) I had been to a temple and there was a puja going on..I was standing behind the last row as I was about to leave. All chairs were occupied with people waiting for the puja to begin. An elderly couple holding hands together for support were escorted by one of the volunteers and they were finding it difficult to stand. Can you believe none of the women/children seated in the first couple of rows wanted to part with their seat..Finally the volunteer left and the couple stood in one corner helplessly. It was of no use if they got a seat in the later rows as they would be unable to view the puja. After some time, one teenager got up and her mother offered that seat to the couple, they refused to sit there..Who would?</div><br /><div align="justify">2) We were standing outside a shop waiting for an auto to go home. A small boy of Punch's age and height came up to us and showed some colouring books @Rs 20 each. He just said BEES RUPAYA (20 Rs) and showed the books. Its really sad that children are made to earn money at this age.</div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-26357931541785904002011-02-17T20:01:00.003+05:302011-02-17T20:16:37.278+05:30The Great Divide<div>KP (Known person) 1 (from chennai): so you moved to pune?</div><div>Me: Yes</div><div>KP 1: So, what do u eat? Do you get RICE there??</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>KP2 (also from chennai): So you moved to pune?</div><div>Me: Yes</div><div>KP2: Do you get SUN TV there? </div><div>Me: Yes, on local cable network itself..</div><div>KP2: oh, I thought u need DISH to view OUR channels...</div><div><br /></div><div>Everyone knows we get all Indian items in foreign ( I mean USA only since the word foreign covers only the USA , not even Canada can be included )</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> I say this because a visit to any other country is as good as staying back in India itself! (in the eyes of ur relatives, neighbourhood and the local grocer and carpenter)</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Unfortunately, our people fail to understand that within India, most of the time all groceries are available. So KP1 and KP2, I still live in my country and get fruits, vegetables n groceries in abundance and at almost the same rates as in Chennai. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-88824273420029572562011-02-14T21:55:00.002+05:302011-02-14T22:01:35.758+05:30My Hansa<div style="text-align: justify;">We have a Hansa (Khichdi fame) in our house, only difference is our Hansa is fond of Hindi and here is why she is Hansa</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">me: Yeh kya hai (pointing out to the glass of milk)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Punch: Yeh Paal (milk) hai</div><div><br /></div><div>me: Yeh kya hai (pointing out to the slide in the park)</div><div>Punch: Yeh sarkumaram (slide) hai</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What a diplomatic way to hide the fact that you don't know what to say for milk n slide in Hindi..</div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-91702159782298325072011-01-30T17:50:00.005+05:302011-01-30T18:03:34.123+05:30Playing with words<div style="text-align: justify;">I hereby confess that already Punch overpowers me with words at every possible chance..so, she does not take after me in this department too.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">e.g. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. I tell her patiently and lovingly that I am your friend, you must listen to me, I will get you your favourite things etc etc and she retorts back..yes amma, you are my friend, do not scold or hit me, then I will cry no, ok</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. Punch likes shortcuts such as peeing on the floor instead of going to the bathroom when she is engrossed in seeing TV. Inspite of many reminders, she just does not listen to me..but the smart girl she is, she gets up and puts the doormat over the pee area and then comes to me and says amma, get me another dress, this dress is wet and pretends to be deaf when i ask how did it get wet.</div><div><br /></div><div>Any special tips for me to overpower her?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-14319382739238533922011-01-18T11:50:00.002+05:302011-01-18T12:01:48.355+05:30Want to feel Pampered?<div style="text-align: justify;">Then come over to our house.. where you can get free service (namely trimming ur eyebrows and a hair cut)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">yes, Punch is now in this business..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div>It all started with a visit to the beauty parlour for her haircut where she had a chance to see the above mentioned services being done while waiting for her turn.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Punch uses superior quality threads for threading i.e. the plastic thread from ur friendly utensil cleaner (brush).. I was subjected to this world class state of the art treatment..so be assured that she uses all hygienic equipments!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">and our Mr (remember him) comes back late from work but feels rejuvenated after trimming his hair daily..first Punch uses imaginary spray on him ( with full audio support) and then proceeds with the hair cut and finally shows him the mirror ( and thank god not the main door).. and then the Mr is ordered in English (yes) " All the children, dance"..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div>So, when are you fixing an appointment? its all free so hurry up..</div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-40523674623857978432011-01-07T12:16:00.002+05:302011-01-07T12:20:00.578+05:30Ka HuaThis is Punch's first word in Hindi..<div>I wish it would have been Kya Hua..</div><div>and also she would have first asked me..</div><div>the lucky recipient of this question was her stuffed toy Doreman.</div><div>Now she also says Ye Lo ( take this)</div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-15764862354647068732010-12-29T16:19:00.002+05:302010-12-29T16:27:10.103+05:30I Had Already Told You..I had already warned you about this <a href="http://nicetimepass.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-do-u-feel.html">here</a> and <a href="http://nicetimepass.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-it-mere-coincidence-or.html">here</a>..<div>Yes, I have moved..</div><div>This time to Pune..</div><div>Punch is fine and started attending Play Group sessions since a month.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">P.S: { Will you believe me if I tell you that a new building is being constructed (about 75% complete by now) about 2 houses away from my Chennai residence?}</div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-61420137549397390172010-09-06T16:03:00.003+05:302010-09-06T16:23:34.533+05:30Reporting from undisclosed location..Why am I reporting from a secret location?<div>Because Punch spared no efforts to make my izzat ka falooda..</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We took the biggest risk of taking a one week trip to 5 places in Karnataka/Andhra Pradesh alongwith Punch. Daily showdowns were an integral part of the trip. some izzat ka falooda moments were:</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Punch refused to get down from the train..we travelled only through train and boarded 5 trains and each time she shouted and screamed and refused to get down</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If you happened to see a screaming toddler at Bangalore's Total Mall and Forum (Whitefield) mall last week, it was Punch of course..she refused to come home from both malls, Total Mall witnessing more footfalls that day due to Punch's free tamasha of rolling on the ground and screaming and refusing to come out of the play area..upar se since it was raining, more people took shelter in the mall and got to see free tamasha</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We were on the a 3 hour train journey to Hospet and Punch had skipped her afternoon nap, so it was tantrum time..she screamed and cried and jumped so much for so long that finally a co-passenger told me to console her somehow and make her quiet since it was causing disturbance to all others..this was my izzat ka falooda moment.. thank god myself and the Mr did not react otherwise and many many thanks that my father was not accompanying us! that's because had he joined us that day, we would have witnessed a murder in that compartment!! how can anyone dare to say this about his dearest grandchild..</div><div><br /></div><div>The only good things being a peaceful and long pending pilgrimage (inspite of bad weather and high water levels in Tungabhadra river) and a visit to my birth place. </div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-3280605748953082632010-08-19T11:56:00.000+05:302010-08-19T11:56:31.459+05:30Recent Happenings<div style="text-align: justify;">Punch, me and her grandpa went to buy a small silver plate at a jewellery shop. She was her usual naughty self and insisted on selecting the plate herself. She took one plate and asked the salesgirl "bill". The salesgirl asked her to give money. Immediately, Punch put her fingers inside grandpa's pocket and took out a 5 Rs coin and gave it to the salesgirl..This is how we shop at throwaway prices..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Punch is very fond of travelling in buses and trains and we do that often. She can clearly differentiate between the AC buses and non AC buses and insists on getting into an AC bus irrespective of whether the bus goes to our destination or not. She calls a train as Engine No 9 </div><div style="text-align: justify;">( from a rhyme of the same name) and does not want to get down from the train. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Mention Happy Birthday and Punch runs and gets her small chair and chota table and sits on the chair and asks for the cake for cutting it and singing the birthday song..We attended a birthday party where we saw a magic show and since then she keeps telling magic magic and simply swings her arms.</div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-47896049206443327652010-08-03T14:14:00.000+05:302010-08-03T14:14:00.406+05:30A Peek Into Punch's Busy life..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRCX_146bdlpimCuKTuG9UYK6qjVRYu9XA7gN-fDAmz4OeiFOYZDlSksRClvnR-qUjrMQApMDEii0SHVS_TvmxWHVj-9kr9xngrcAPLA4npjwmgo85Ospznczam_5fe-e5yIUos953SDQ/s1600/2010-07-23.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRCX_146bdlpimCuKTuG9UYK6qjVRYu9XA7gN-fDAmz4OeiFOYZDlSksRClvnR-qUjrMQApMDEii0SHVS_TvmxWHVj-9kr9xngrcAPLA4npjwmgo85Ospznczam_5fe-e5yIUos953SDQ/s320/2010-07-23.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501099380014333938" /></a>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-20304561239480516032010-07-26T07:26:00.000+05:302010-07-26T07:26:00.446+05:30How to access the Kitchen sink<div style="text-align: justify;">Punch has this hobby of doing the dishes...initially she used the to drag the dining chair to the kitchen sink and start off her work with opening the tap..To stop this, I put away all the dining chairs in a room and locked the room. Next, she pushed her rocker all the way from the hall to the kitchen and I replied by putting away the rocker too in the room.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Our hall now has just the sofa and showcase (almost empty again), the small stool also being put away lest it serve as a handy tool for her. Whenever we open the room door, she manages to squeeze in from nowhere to pick up her rocker/cycle/chair to use it to play in the sink. Then she started using a small 15-20 cm toy chair to stand up to be able to reach the tap. Next was her father's lunch bag followed by a plastic cover! Next was the dustbin. I forgot to mention that the same items are alternatively used to attack the washing machine too.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday was the height of all mischiefs.. we both were in the kitchen and she was as usual pulling out things from the drawers and I was cooking. For a moment I did not look at her and then what did i see? She had opened the small wood cupboard below the sink, used its partition to stand and then sat on the door like how a bike rider sits.. it was hilarious as well as dangerous and she even posed for pictures..another poor victim was the chota 1.5 litre pressure cooker which was put upside down to serve as a stool for her..I just do not know how to stop her..any ideas are welcome.</div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-12282765272035364002010-07-20T07:36:00.000+05:302010-07-20T07:36:00.444+05:30How To Break a mirrorPunch's way of breaking a mirror..<div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">go to the kitchen, open the drawer and pull out the wooden buttermilk ladle (that looks similar to hanuman's weapon)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">run to the bedroom raise ur arm and say jai chi naam ( jai sri ram)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">aim on the mirror and throw the ladle and the result is</div><div style="text-align: justify;">the mirror breaks and glass pieces spread all over</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div>true hanuman style</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">P.S: thankfully she did not get hurt and she managed to do this inspite of two adults ( me and Mr) present in the room</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">and the icing on the cake is</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">she insists on taking the broom and sweeping when i got the broom to pick up the glass pieces</div><div style="text-align: justify;">she insists and nearly fights with me to mop the floor after sweeping</div><div style="text-align: justify;">and behaves as if nothing has happened (inspite of two spanks)</div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-33985394017991364932010-07-13T14:21:00.000+05:302010-07-13T14:21:00.228+05:30The Hangover Persists..<div style="text-align: justify;">Apni Punch faces a severe hangover of "Happy Birthday"..she has been imagining things to be cakes and cuts them and sings the birthday song..</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Recently, she was rummaging the pooja area and was sitting on a chair when she thought of a brilliant idea..she took a scissor and kept it at its maximum length and then started making a cake cutting action and singing the birthday song..I was in the same room and did not even dream of what she imagined to be a cake..it was the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gopuram">gopuram</a> of the pooja cupboard that was her cake for the day...</div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-21018413103402911532010-07-07T20:34:00.001+05:302010-07-07T20:34:10.661+05:30Recording my SinsMomo's Ma and Ambuli's amma tagged me to list out my sins against gender stereotype..So here I go, but mind you I am keeping it short and sweet..<div><br /></div><div><div>I do not use nail polish and other cosmetics</div><div>I do not visit the beauty parlour</div><div>I have no interest in jewellery and dressing up</div><div>I don't know the names of sarees or materials </div><div>I don't have the patience to sit and do craft work/embroidery</div><div>I can stand for hours in queues to pay bills </div><div>I have a really short temper</div><div>I don't have a soft and soothing voice</div><div>I have been the only female in buses so many times</div></div><div>I can keep secrets!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyone not yet tagged, please consider tagged by me..</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-16399088565533517652010-06-30T16:42:00.000+05:302010-06-30T16:42:00.109+05:30How to Ring a Bell??<div>when you don't have a bell with you?</div><br /><div>Punch has a solution..</div><br /><div>ask your father to remove his necklace(she means chain) </div><br /><div>take the necklace and go near a steel dustbin</div><br /><div>keep thrashing the necklace on to the bin so that you hear sounds continuously</div><br /><div>and then sing </div><br /><div>ding dong bell...ding dong bell</div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-36703668101005543382010-06-21T02:55:00.001+05:302010-06-21T14:53:39.362+05:30So What's my age?<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">I came across an article featuring my college classmate (who is now supposed to be a small celebrity) in a reputed magazine. We are not in touch since a decade but once upon a time we shared the same bench in Business Management classes. </div><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify">The article mentioned her age..exactly five years below my current age....I am sure my dob is correct, so obviously her parents had admitted her to school when she was born? or did my parents admit me in school with a false age (surely not possible)?? I am confused, pls help..</div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-85277362461052229112010-06-15T11:20:00.001+05:302010-06-15T11:23:34.015+05:30The Red Marker Blogathon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKaySwTNGDdD4KQDVQhArg3JnnAGETb7INwW1Ubi-7H_BrtF3DgV43KVOn4QNMNEphrliBeLEzl6OoJxXhA51LRAK6aynXyu8-nQ8uSIECNw6eZGFTg6E_qWZbLXo8Acg_3mCSp3Vs1H4/s1600/rmb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 63px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKaySwTNGDdD4KQDVQhArg3JnnAGETb7INwW1Ubi-7H_BrtF3DgV43KVOn4QNMNEphrliBeLEzl6OoJxXhA51LRAK6aynXyu8-nQ8uSIECNw6eZGFTg6E_qWZbLXo8Acg_3mCSp3Vs1H4/s320/rmb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479833395750139618" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I am jotting down some of my experiences in response to <a href="http://sunayanaroy.blogspot.com/2010/06/red-marker-blogathon.html">Sue's post</a>..I have come across many people throughout the country who insist on speaking English their way and not the correct way. Irrespective of the language in which they are spoken to, some people insist on answering in English but unfortunately are not able to convey correctly what they want to say..whereas some people directly translate sentences from a vernacular language to English resulting in this confusion..</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. A funny incident that happened when I was in college- A professor was taking his first class after recently joining the college. He recollected his experience at the administrative section. It seems he did not have a pen and he asked a peon " If you don't mind, can I have your pen please?" to get a reply " Have it, I have no mind".. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. When we visited Chennai and southern Tamil Nadu as part of our vacations (before I settled down here), I would hear kids and people coming to a shop and asking for " 1 colour"..I often used to wonder what is that colour only to realise that it is the local pen name for Cool Drinks such as Limca, Coke etc..</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. I worked in the customer service cell of a share transfer agent/registrar some time back. My job was to reply to letters and answer incoming phone calls from customers. I had trouble understanding the content of some letters in broken English. One of my colleagues could not speak English fluently but he would insist on speaking it the way he wished..Once he answered a call for a query that he was not in charge of..he replied " THE Miss XYZ is there, you talk to HIM afterwards" instead of saying "Miss XYZ is in charge of this section, please call later and speak to her". </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131469655232595920.post-70718097153412373102010-06-07T06:28:00.001+05:302010-06-07T06:28:00.297+05:30Bar<div align="justify">Its night 10.30 PM and Punch is chatting with her father on the bed ( lights off so that she slowly drifts off to sleep)</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div align="justify">Punch: Abba, Babba (uncle) phone</div><br /><div align="justify">Mr. calls Babba</div><br /><div align="justify">Punch speaks to Babba, then Babba speaks to Abba (abba forgets to put off the speaker)</div><br /><div align="justify">Babba: I am going to ***(name) Sports Bar tomorrow</div><br /><div align="justify">Mr: what? bar? Sports Bar?</div><br /><div align="justify">Punch: Milky Bar...( she loves Milky Bar chocolates)</div><br /><div align="justify">This is a sneak trailor of the eavesdropping Punch does..</div>Timepasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12112236573417147550noreply@blogger.com8