Mary Chan

Two months ago she was Rosanne now she is Mary Chan.. God knows where she has developed this fancy of calling herself with new names.

We will soon will be shifting to a new town for this we had to go through the admission procedure and there when the principal asked for her name... Prompt came out....

MY NAME IS MARY CHAN

Left and right

Tia is now a big girl and so has her logic too passed on from the days of "aloo sleeping" to a little critical yet still confusing ways.

She writes with her left hand and often confuses left with right. and each time she does that i invariably correct her. my continuous correction leaves her a little irritated. on one such occasion, she retorted, "it is my hand and so is my wish, i choose to call left hand right and my my right hand left "

God... any answer to that!

Daya SIr

With time children develop their own skills too... skills... yes plenty of them.... wish I could name a few...
the other day while getting her back from school, her classmate's dadi, (who stay in our society too) said, "Tia ko to bhai, Saksham bahut pyaar karta hai" (Saksham is her classmate)... Before I could react, prompt came her answer... "Lekin mein Saksham se pyaar nahin karti, mein to Daya Sir se pyaar karti hu" (Daya Sir is a character in the serial CID) Gosh!!! I was dumb.

At times Tia can be very irritating… and often I too lose my temper… But at what cost?, I end up upsetting myself, so I self imposed this formula… I started keeping numb… The other day I told her, please do not call me “Ma” stop calling me that, I am not your Ma. What a big statement I thought for myself… But do you think that it would bother her…? Her very next statement was… Sushma O’ Sushma… listen.

I rushed to the loo to meet nature’s call, but to my surprise what I see is a big orange floating in the commode. Who else could it be….Tia, I screamed… what is this ?… I rushed to the other toilet. Then after I was relieved of my pressure I resumed the conversation. Why on earth did you hurl the orange there? Its gone bad she replied, ‘now it is not there’ what! Is what I exclaimed. In the meantime she had flushed the orange.

A Difficult Game

Tia was trying to please her little brother and was playing around him. I was no doubt scared and careful too. She was hurling the baby’s blanket in the air which was a pleasant sight for Adi. He was giggling all the while….then within a fraction of a second, the blanket fell right on Adi’s face, and he started to gasp.
I had to take charge of the situation…I told Tia “Tia! he is so little and you got to be careful all the time…you see baby..” then pat came her reply “Mama, bhai said, ‘Tia didi kambal di diya mur uproot (Tia didi place the blanket on me)’ so I did it for him…Okay. A three month old and speaking!!! I was speechless

Language No Bar

Tia and her little brother were in bed. Both were happy with each other. Adi was busy with his baby language and Tia busy deciphering. A piece of what I heard….


Adi: Gaga… googooo….gaga
Tia: ki koisa (what are you saying?) O story!
Adi: Goooo...goooo….gaga….
Tia: Ok once upon a time… Etu koisa (You are saying this)
Adi: Goooo...goooo….gaga….ga...
Tia: Eta princess asile, etu koisa (there was a princes, you mean this)
Adi: Goooo..goooo….gaga….
Tia: Ok Ok

And their conversation continued.....

A Spoonful Of Health

Tia comes to me running “Mamma! Ravanprash diya na ” (give me Ravanprash). I could just say ‘what?’ she meant chyawanprash

I asked Tia, “Now that your little brother is growing what will you do when he says that he wants to watch Ben10 and you Little Krishna” Pat came her reply, “What will you do then Ma?” Well quite a difficult situation Actually what will I do? I asked her back, “You tell me what should I do” “Simple Mamma! You can say sharing kori suwa (Share and watch)” Phew! Relief there.

Hole, hole….hole… hole…hole…

Kids will always be kids, do you think that they feel inferior to any adult… they are simply miss and mister know alls… And Tia is no exception…She will not bother to ask, just blurts out whatever is there in her heart…


I had taken Tia for shopping and as usual, came out her ‘pick-up-all-form’ and when she was hands full (literally) out came the punch, “Mamma pick that phuta, phuta, phuta, phuta, phuta (Assamese version for hole) for me” Any guesses what this phuta is. A Basket to keep the overflowing stuff!

Ganesh all hearts for Barbie

Now this is a little interesting one…We have an idol of Ganesh that Tia is particularly fond of (thanks to TV of course!).


It was getting late in the night and there was neither trace of sleep in Tia’s eyes nor an iota percent of tiredness in her romping feet. Bang came she with the idol…ufff  I thought, she will not take a break till it’s in pieces.

But by now she has become a pro at feeling my pulse too… “Mamma, actually Ganesh wants to be with Barbie, he’s said that when he sees Barbie he’s heart, heart, heart, heart all over!!”

Now that is courtesy tom n jerry where love is portrayed with flying red hearts.

Standing Line….Sleeping line

Now that Tia has started with the alphabets, she identifies her unknown with either a standing line or a sleeping line. When I opened the packet of bhujiya today, pat came from her, “mamma will you please pour some straight lines for me in the katori!!”


Hey no points for guessing…the bhujiya of course.

NB: More standin n sleeping line escapades to follow

A Doggy Face errrr…!!

15th of September, the stork visited us for the second time, this time with a bonnie boy, but yes with a cleft lip! It is disheartening that the poor child will have to face unnecessary hassle of being under the knife.


Anyways….The day to return back home, from hospital was nearing and both Tia and myself were really restless to meet each other!

Step by step I was nearing her, she was asleep when I reached! …. She came, the first sentence was “What is your name” then she says is, “Mamma, why is bhai’s lip like a doggy no..no like a pussy cat?” I did not know what to say…. Just then a cat crossed by, indeed it looked like one!

Pee On The Floor

All of a sudden Tia came running to the room, took a spare pant and underwear and ran past. It happened so quickly that I did not get the time to understand what was going on. I followed her. There she was watching the TV and a pool of water and near it were her wet pants and underwear. I was furious, I asked her, “now that you are growing you have started doing all these stuff which you had not done earlier?”
She just had one line answer, “No Mamma! You see I was crying that time and it just slipped by”

What is a Parachute?

I thought let me play the guessing game with Tia, now that she is three and has her own set of imaginations. I ask her meanings of words, and she gives her all funny answers.
The first word that I asked was Parachute. I asked her “Tia, what is a parachute?” And trust me children will definitely give you some funny and yes! smart answers.
Well! Regarding the answer that I got was……. Well decide it for yourself.
She answered, “it means PARROT-SHOO”

Where are My tears

Children can be really funny at times. I realize each moment with Tia. Few minutes ago she was howling to go with her aunt outside. But then she could not take her along, however, I switched on Tom and Jerry on the TV to divert her attention. For a moment, she was quiet but then again all of a sudden she started howling. Guess the question, “Mama where are my tears?” I said, “it’s all gone, dried, because you are not crying now.”
“What! They are gone, bring it back, bring back my tears,” she is still howling as I am typing this.

Height of Innocence

A child is always a child, innocent and so pure. Even amidst their mischief, innocence sparkles like a treasure chest.
Tia’s favorite bedtime game is hiding under the quilt and then when her father enters the room, the pretend game begins.....Then, I ask her father to check out if Tia is in the other room. By the way, the interesting point, when her father asks “Where’s Tia?” It is always she who answers, “Tia is not here.” The enjoyment she derives from this game is immense.
The other day too the game was on, the only thing was I was a little tired. She yelled, “Mamma, why don’t you tell father that I am not here” she kept continuing. “Tell deuta (father) I am not here.” How innocent children can be.

The Broom

Tia comes in with a broom, kick starts it several times, and then she says, "why can’t I fly the broom."
She tries it again, continuously trying to kick start, “Oh ho! It’s not happening! Why is it not happening Ma?”

And the Story Continues…..

Remember few months back, I had mentioned in my blog about Tia pointing towards the photograph and asking “Where is Tia here?”
Now that she is grown up, so have her demands, the other day she was quite angry on me (Without reason of course). She yelled and screamed then wait, all of a sudden she was back to the photograph topic again. “Where did you two go without me? Why am I not there in the photograph?” Now there, once again! the trick was out her sleeve. She yelled and screamed again until I pacified her saying, “Ok! Do not worry very soon I will paste your picture there, is that fine?”
She did not say anything but I know one day she will pop out the question again. Till next time… Keep reading and yes commenting.

My Angel

Tia is surely growing up to be a little angel. No doubt, she drives me up the wall but sure at the same time gives me so many reasons to smile.
Everyday I bring her back from school! (That is another set of battle each day) everyday she has different reason not to climb the stairs.
Moreover, now that she is grown, picking her up is no easy task for me. However, when she sees her father, then there is no excuse for him, he has to pick her up.
Of late, she must have realized that mummy cannot pick her so she never forces herself on me. Nevertheless, yes one phrase she definitely utters, “I am so tired”
When I offer to pick her up she will say, “You will get tired na maamma” (U cannot imagine my emotions then)
The other day Tia was not well, still I thought let me take her out for sometime so that she feels better.
So we went for sometime, then again while climbing up home, I picked her up. In spite of her fever, she still said in a feverish, feeble tone, “Mamma, you will get tired na”
I got enough strength to carry her all the way up.This is when I feel, how can anyone refuse to be sad with daughters?
They are angels!!!