A few weeks back, I saw a sudden outrage about the latest editions of Roald Dahl classics being censored to remove several objectionable words. It took me some time to read up on what exactly the issue was. And when… Continue Reading →
I removed my bracelet and put it in a tray for security check at the airport. Taaru (at the top of her lungs, in front of all the CRPF personnel, airport staff and other passengers): Amme, why did you take… Continue Reading →
Back when Vedu was just a couple of months old, one of my trainees jokingly wrote on Facebook about how he seemed to be cursed in regularly finding himself on flights with babies. I replied, “I used to believe in… Continue Reading →
Vedu (to her friend’s mom at his birthday party): Aunty, his gift is on the way. I’ll bring it after some time. Friend’s mom: It’s okay dear. Your presence is more important. Vedu (pulling me aside urgently with a look… Continue Reading →
It was Vedu’s kindergarten “graduation” day last weekend. That, in itself, could be theme for a whole other blog about how this culture of “graduation” for every single grade, not even separate phases of school – like kindergarten, primary school,… Continue Reading →
Imagine having kids who ask you the same question 500 times and demand an answer every single time. Now imagine having a throat infection that has shut down your voice completely. Yep, it’s been a fun couple of days, especially… Continue Reading →
For me, the biggest mystery yet about kids is their complete reluctance to sleep or go to the toilet at the exact moment they want to do it, despite having all the freedom to do so. Kiddos, you have no… Continue Reading →
Reading through “Things Fall Apart” by Chinua Achebe as part of my curriculum during my B.A. course was when I first thought, consciously I mean, about my fear of becoming my mother, just like the protagonist Okonkwo lives his entire… Continue Reading →
Me: Vedu, Amma is a very hungry caterpillar. Vedu (Looking at me with all sincerity in her eyes): No, you are a very pretty butterfly. Yeah, it’s true what they say. Kids most certainly don’t lie! Now let me get… Continue Reading →
From avoiding public toilets due to my extreme, obsessive aversion towards anything yucky to getting a detailed description of my kids’ poop time efforts and end result, and a mandatory “product check” without which I am not allowed to press… Continue Reading →
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