I love kids and have raised two kids of my own. In retrospect it might seem to be the toughest job on earth but I actually loved every moment of it, playing with them, talking to them, celebrating birthdays, deciding the menu for their parties, buying or sometimes even making return gifts for their friends and receiving at least 20 hand made cards from my kids on my birthdays and many more such events. The whole purpose of this preamble is to prove that I love kids and admire the patience and perseverance of the parents of young kids and please don’t hate me for writing this post.
Most young parents, especially first time parents never tire of speaking about their children. You get so bored and saturated of this topic that you are scared of meeting them even in the market. One can’t make out when the first story ends and the next story is about to begin. “People are waiting for me for dinner”, you try to interrupt, but no, you can’t leave without listening to the latest commercial that she has learnt from TV. Gathering all my patience and experience I try to listen with a smile on my face, but my patience runs out after the child stammers after the first line and starts all over again. I am helpless as the enthusiastic parents decide that I desperately need entertainment so magnanimously provided by their kid . I have no choice but to smile and applaud. The mood of the audience or tone of the conversation is irrelevant. Even if your eyes stray or you look distracted, they won’t take the cue and change the subject. The story of their gifted child is told with the same verve, animation and enthusiasm as if it were the latest gossip from Bollywood.
Anything and everything another child has achieved, their kid has already been there and done that, and they are ever so enthusiastic to tell us about it. A one year old child who has barely learnt how to walk has a potential of winning the latest child reality show because of the way he or she cries or walks. The fact that that the child’s vocabulary is limited to baba, papa and mama is not important. It reminds me of the ad in which the child is asked to say Czechoslovakia after he successfully repeats dad and banana.
Realistic sound effects and expressive hand gestures complement the narrative nicely. One is surprised by how abruptly the anecdote appears. You are talking about Asha Bhonsle and her versatility when the topic of their cute little daughter singing just before she is put to bed comes up. She loves Jagjit Singh’s rendering of Mirza Ghalib, she loves classical music and you know that she is 2 year old. She walks on her toes so she will be a ballet dancer, her fingers are long so she will be an artist . I become fidgety and restless, anxious that my precious weekend is slipping away but that doesn’t matter, I need to be convinced that their daughter is the next little champ!





from Vishesh :)
from Reema :)


