Hello All! I am practically a grown-up now. So thought I should drop in to blog-world and let you all meet the adult me. Ahh! Life is good. It's wonderful to do exactly as one wishes and even boss around sometimes. Of course, my family doesn't yet quite comprehend that I am all grown-up. They still insist on treating me like a child. The other day, I was busy trying out the crayons on the passage wall - along came mom and scolded me for spoiling the wall. As if I am a child and don't know what I am doing. I was most surprised at her for not understanding my art work. And anyway, what is the use of all the walls everywhere- just big yellowy drabness all around - I do believe that the murals I make liven things up no end.
And then there are my physics experiments - here I am trying to understand things like gravity and kinetic energy and potential energy - all they see is that I drop my toys from heights and fling them about. Mom usually threatens to put away all my toys. But I manage to get myself out of the situation by making a mutinous face and telling her I am "katti" with her and I won't talk with her. Even Pa doesn't seem to understand my experiments - thinks they are dangerous. But then which scientist has ever played safe? Mom tried to explain buoyancy to me and showed me how some of my toys float in my bathtub and some sink. I knew that of course. Just glad to know that she knows some things at least!! You see, I was begining to wonder if she went to school or not. It happened like this - now I love reciting the poems from class - Ek hota Bokoba, Jhadit lapla vaghoba, Jhuku Jhuku Agin Gadi, Twinkle Twinkle, I am a Teapot, I hear Thunder, Jack and Jill, Chubby Cheeks and so on. I always get applause from my appreciative audience. Well, one day I told mom to go stand in the middle of the hall and sing - I and Ajoba will clap for you, I told her. Turns out, she doesn't know a single poem, poor thing. Asked me to teach her something. I told her I will drop her to my school next day morning. My teachers are clever and nice. They will teach her poems and even a bit of drawing and craft. Hopefully she will be able to sing Jana Gana Mana with me when she finishes school. I love shouting out :Bharat Mata Ki Jai at the end.
Strangely, my mother does know how to read. Wonder where she picked that up. Love all the Bubbles, Bruno, Clover the Calf and other stories that she reads out to me.
Of course cricket is my new passion. Pa and Ajoba also seem keen on it. The world cup is going on right now, so luckily for me, they turn on the TV without my always having to ask them to. I have yet to grasp the finer points of the game but it all looks good to me. I have, in fact, informed my family that I will play the game when I grow-up - grownup by their standards that is. I think they think I am a child because I am not as tall yet. Of course, I sometimes get around the problem by climbing up on furniture. I always point out that I then become taller than all of them! So it really is no big deal. All I really need now is a driver's license. Then I won't have to ask pops to take me out to a restaurant for dosa. I would be able to do it on my own!