My little rock stars

Memoirs of my mommyhood


Rainbow days

Tis’ monsoon. We go out on a drive on sunday afternoon. We, the parents in the front seat and the kids in the rear seat.

“Look, a rainbow!” Venky points out.

And there was indeed a rainbow! From the earth to the clouds.

“How is the rainbow made?” Asks the Tiger Dad, not letting go of the opportunity.

“I KNOW!!!” Yells our miss T before Venky has a chance to reply.

“How?” Asks the curious dad.

Have I birthed geniuses? While I wonder, pat comes the reply.

“Curve, curve, curve, curve, curve!!!” 🙂

Ain’t that absolutely right? 🙂

P.S – Oh yes! Venky gave the water droplet – refraction answer too!

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The optimist

Venky is discussing the 3 piglets story with his dad.
(For those who do not know the story – 3 piglets make their respective houses out of straw, sticks and bricks. The big bad wolf is able to blow the down the straw and stick houses but not the brick house)

Venky – “Is our house made of sticks?”
Papa – “No, it is made of bricks. It is a strong house.”
Venky – “Is our neighbor’s house made of sticks or straw?”
Papa – ” No. Nobody makes straw or sticks houses. All the houses are made of bricks.”

Venky is disappointed!
Venky – “So, who makes straw houses?”
Papa – “Uhmmm… maybe the bird does. Her nest is made of straw.”
Venky – “Then if somebody throws a stone, her house will fall?”
Papa – “Yes. Straw houses are not strong.”
Venky – “Then what will happen to the bird?”
Papa – “It will also fall down”
Venky – “No Papa, it will fly away!” 🙂   ===> Happy ending!

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We hear what we want to

especially, from Tunmun. The story teller that she is, Tunmun is always making some sounds comprised randomly of syllables Na, ma. pa, ya ,da etc.

Tunmun says “papapapapapa” and Vibhu declares she is calling him
Tunmun says “mammah” and I declare that she is calling me
Tunmun says “Aaaaayaah” and Venky thinks she is saying “Bhaiya”

This is what takes the cake. Tunmun’s part time nanny said that she can call her name – “Waheeda”. WHAT? Tunmun can say “Waheeda???”
Turns out Tunmun can say “Aadaaah”. There! she is saying “Waheeda” proved her nanny with a smile 🙂

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Tunmun is crawling (and falling). My little girl became mobile on 18th Jan 2011. Mark the date dear grandmom, it is 5 days short of her 8 month mark. Now my grabber is going to bring the whole house down! 🙂

P.S – Grandmom is asked to mark the date because she had christined Tunmun as “Lodh baba”. Tunmun had not taken her first roll till 6 months of age!

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It’s Different!

Venky has been taught is school to spot out the different member from a group. Vibhu keeps asking him to find out ” what is different ” from a group (of usually 3 things). He is also made to explain why the thing that he picked is different.

It is a very interesting game as Venky often finds those things different that 90% of the adults will not and is also able to give his own logical explanation for it. Here are some examples

“What is different among Mommy, Tunmun and Papa?”
90% adults – Papa,  becuase he is a male and the other two are female.
Venky – Tunmun, because she is small and other two are big.

“What is different among sock, baniyan and Tee shirt?”
90% adults – Socks, because it is worn on feet while the other two are worn on the upper half of the body
Venky – Tee shirt, because other two are inner wear and Tee is an outer wear.

“What is different among chicken, fish and cauliflower?”
90% adults – Cauliflower because other two are animals and cauliflower is a vegetable.”
Venky – Cauliflower because fish and chicken are yummy and cauliflower is not!

We’ve also suddenly found out that Venky can do additions and substractions. “I give you 2 chocs and mommy gives you/ takes away another 1, how many do you have now?” kind of questions – Venky gives correct answers. We thought at first that it was his random guess that got right. But he did it again and again and again and again. He hasn’t been taught addition/substraction at school yet and we have not taught him too. My rock star learnt it on his own 🙂


D D and D D

Demanding Daughter is the one who wants her dad’s specs and cries everytime it is hidden away from her.
Doting Dad is the one who gets the glasses removed from that frame and fitted into a new one but still wears the old frames without glasses so that the daughter can grab it and play safely with it.

Tunmun gets her favourite toy and Vibhu gets a bill of 3500/-
I did not know that such a big man could be wrung around such a tiny finger.

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Conversation with 3.5 year old

Conversation as it happened between Venky and Vibhu, on the way to Venky’s school bus pick up point at 7.30 am

Venky and Vibhu meet our next door neighbor who is walking his dog.
“Papa, I am not afraid of that dog”
“Wow, you are a very brave boy Venky!”
“Papa, do you know why I am not afraid of the dog?”
“Because you just ate your breakfast and you are strong now?”
“No, because uncle is holding the dog’s leash. It cannot bite me!”

A few houses down the line
“Papa, I am not afraid of this dog too.”
“Because it is behind the gate of that house, it cannot come out and bite me.”

Okey.. Vibhu gets the pattern now. Still more houses down the line, they come across a house with a pet parrot. The parrot’s cage is hanging in the balcony.
“Papa, I am not afraid of that parrot too!”
“Because it is inside the cage?”
“Noooooo Papa! Because it is HERBIVOROUS !!” 

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Tunmun has her way

Grab, grab, grab

and Sitting up and grab, grab, grab again.

Highest on the hit list is Vibhu’s specs. She gets angry if Vibhu takes it off before picking her up. Today, Vibhu was rocking her to sleep. After she had closed her eyes for a while, Vibhu put his specs back. Tunmun opened her eyes momentarily and in her half slumber state grabbed it!

My girl sure knows what she wants. Signs of tough time in store for us!

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Bedtime Story

There was a poor but honest woodcuter. One day as he was cutting a branch of a tree, his axe slipped from his hand and fell into the river underneath. The woodcutter did not have money to buy another axe, so he started crying. The river god took pity on the woodcutter and appeared with a gold axe.

“Is this your axe?”

“No”, said the woodcutter.

 The river god came back with a silver axe.

“Is this your axe?”

“No”, said the woodcutter.

The river god now came back with the woodcutter’s axe

“Yes. this is my axe”, said the woodcutter.

The river god was impressed with the woodcutter’s honesty and gave him the gold and silver axe too.

Vibhu – “Venky, what is the moral of this story?”

Venky – “That we should be careful when we cut trees”