Whats in Name!

I have a theory about how couples name their kids. The first of the brood is the one whose birth is most awaited in terms of tension, anticipation, anxiety and excitement. The new mother also is very excited and equally each day of the 9 months is full of scary thoughts and “what ifs”.

So the parents spend days before and after ( I know a couple who too 6 months after their daughter was born to agree on a name) the child is born to name the child. In families where all set of grandparents have to be happy there are more person hours spent than ever in the families history before the first one.

Result of all this overdrive is names, which are hand picked.. gems in the universe of name (atleast the parents think so) .. so you names like Agatsya, Kruti , Advay, Shoma, Kamayani, devesh.. and many more.

And then comes the 2nd , 3rd , nth child …. First impact.. the same mother who would not pick up a glass from the floor, will now go to movies, ride in auto, go temple hopping across cities, and even peal vegetables while walking (ask me.. I came early in this world because of a vegetable peel on which my mom slipped!)

I know a dear friend who while carrying the 2nd time forgot if she was in 35th week or 38th week.. and this lady counted and tracked each day and each move of her previous bundle of joy!

So now lets see names…how many amit’s you know.. when I was in GE all amit’s had numbers associated to them amit01, amit02… there were so many… if you are named Amit Gupta.. boss your parents just named you same as your neighbor and another 10 kids in your neighborhood.
You have to be born and brought up in North to know that Shweta is as common as Amit. Recently I called a very beloved aunt .. and I just hi aunty.. shweta here.. she was like a cold haan bolo.. now I had called her after long time.. so I was like “aunty shweta… bhagwat”.. oh gosh she its you beta.. I thought the Shweta whose servant is same as ours .. or the shweta from my xyz group… “…. You don’t believe .. well in my grad college each year senior to me or junior to me had atleast one Shweta. In post grad ..same! I have a hypothesis that if you throw a stone in crowd it will surely hit an amit and a shweta!

BTW, my name was the “filed” name.. my elder sis was named shoma, so they had this name in the file.. hence I was named Shweta! I find this very very interesting!!! :)

Another aspect is younger one’s name has to rhyme with the elder one, Manali- Kunal (Kullu –manali), Vivek-Vividha, Suresh-Rajesh… look around you will find examples galore!

Now let me tell you .. I am just observing this phenomenon.. I am not cribbing! Please I like my name!

Forget name.. the 2nd child grows up and we will hear relatives and parents say.. pata nahi chala kab bada / badi h gayi..bhaiya dhyan 2 + kids kha gaye.. kahan dhyan rahega!

And for the first child… mothers write diaries.. and blogs ! :)

Rohan gatha!

Hi All aunties and uncles!
When your mother keeps procrastinating reporting your great activties , you have to roll your sleeves and tell yourself.. if I don’t do it, it will not happen! So me the 17 month (almost) dude is back to report on .. myself. Shoma mausi asked for me, Vidya and Lakshmi aunty are missing me .. and look at my mother.. she writes on “3 idiots” .. and that to a blog that no one understood! ( She thinks no one understood, reality is that she blabbered through it and no one wanted to tell her.. kya nonsense hai!)

So it’s been so long that you will almost find me a new person now!

Lets not bother about the chronology of events.. let me just tell you …

So first of all.. I know so many words now! Lets see.. first of all I love to call my Daddy, “Daddy” loudly… in all possible tones.. so I start Daddy, Dadda, Daddddyyyy….. and I start off whenever I feel like. While momma is giving me my dinner, or as soon as I wake up in morning (at that times its basically to wake up daddy and make him smile!…else if I generally go and poke him or pull his sheet.. and by mistake scratch him.. I get “what the ….” (it seems like there should be a word after what the.. but daddy refrains.. I guess why?)

Ok then I know pappa (which means grr (read girl)), baba (babu i.e. boy in gult), I know our driver’s name is Kankan (Laxman), I know my greatgrandmother is called tamta (Tattamma) and mummy’s name sheta (shweta). I don’t want to learn my own name.. whats the fun? But meri ma hai na.. roz poochti hai “what is your name?”.. boss if she doesn’t know, who will!!!!!!!!!!

I know the noises cat, dog, cow and sheep make. I also know how horse goes takka taka. I know how kangaroo jumps, and how ant and insect can bite! I know how to drive a car and bike. Laxman and our neighbour’s driver take me for bike rides often. I sit in the front and they drive in our lane while grandma or grand-dad keep a watch. I love the rides. Mummy watches me on the bike from our bedroom balconey.. she is very scared. Mom’s are like that only.

I know where my hair, eyes, nose, mouth and ears are. I know where shoulders are (I don’t think I have shoulders.. everybody else I can show!). I but I know where my bum is. I know where I wear socks and shoes.

Ok.. people now don’t feel I am showing off! I was just stating the facts! Anyways I am very modest… when mummy says I can show many animals in my books to anyone I never show the animals correctly! Arrey I don’t want them to think I am showing off! ( I heard mom telling dad that kids izzat ka faluda kar dete hain doosron ke saamne!… did I tell her to ask????)

I love to play in the park on the grass or in the sand pit. My darling grandpa showed me the sand pit. Oh I love it… but when I come home .. mummy finds out somehow that I went to sand pit.. it seems there was sand even inside my diaper the other day!! It was sand’s mistake not mine.

Let me tell you about those wonderful Christmas photos that you all have seen! My decoarated the Christmas tree and put gifts for all of us below the tree. Then we all collected around it and took photos. Me, madhu and medha akka then opned all our gifts. It was fun to tear all that paper and find our gifts! I got a elephant pillow, a hand puppet, stackaman toy and clothes. I also got to eat a little chocolate from mummy.

This year on Sankrant, they again did my boggi ( nazar utarna with flowers and stuff!) I didn’t like it.. it required me to sit still on the chair for more than 2 minutes!!!! I don’t waste time by sitting at one place!

Did I tell u I can now shout very loudly.. I practice every day! I can kick also.. I practice it on mummy while she is half asleep.. I don’t think she would otherwise wake up (she generally reacts with.. “What the hel!!!” .. stopping at “What the”.. is not my dear mother’s cup of tea!, only my dear dada has that kind of restrain!)

Now a days I sleep after momma goes to office. I eat my lunch and then sleep. I am practicing going to my playgroup starting this june. Me and my momma wont mind if they start the play group before june itself. Momma slips away while I am playing with Mary aunty, because I feel very sad if I see her going! :( see their bedroom door locked and I know that they are not there. So Mary aunty feeds me in the hall and then rocks me to sleep. I like Mary aunty because she plays like a total jungle with me the way I like.

Now a days I sleep in my crib till moamma daddy come to sleep in the room. After 12 ish I check if momma daddy have come and if they are there I cry heee heee so that they put me between them. Then I snuggle up to one of them! Its so easy to make them do what I want! :)


You don’t know about my shitting I guess! But let me tell you I know all the stuff in the bathroom. I know tub, tap, bucket commode, faucet and mug. But I don’t speak yet except a few words.. I am building my vocab you see… sau sunar ki ek lohar ki.. jab hum bolenge teekh se bolenge!

Ok let me talk about some mischief I do! All to keep mummy daddy busy or well… trouble them sometimes!

I don’t wanna sleep even if my eyes are watering so I cling to them on their shoulders till their patience lasts.. then I sleep! :)

I throw stuff in anger.. momma hates this habit.. I know I am stretching mu luck and might get a whack from her soon!

I run around the house , which they love ..but mamma is always telling me to slow down.. I ignore her because even if I fall.. I know she picks me up and hugs me, gives me sugar and loads of kisses!

At 12-15degrees temp , I still need fan. This is not mischief it’s a necessity.

Well that’s all for now… momma is not let me type any further!

Love you all!

3 Idiots

Three Idiots is a nice very nice movie. Positive, happy, cheerful and makes you laugh. And I guess that’s all that we seem to want from a movie now a days.. atleast I do. So I can watch a stupid All The Best, Ajab Prem ki gajab kahani (on VCD, going to a multiplex or a theater is reserved for Amir Kahan type movies).

But if one really thinks 3 idiots is the story of three “Boy” / Male idiots. I am not be sexist in saying this, but still today in X% of families the pressure is on the Male child to “become successful (read rich , with good job , car, flat and bank balance) in the other remaining Y% there is pressure on the girl child too to study to get good marks , so that they get good “families” ( aaj tak point ye nahi samjh aaya ki shaadi karke kisko kaun sa laddu mila hai.. but nahi yahan baacha peda nahi hua .. ki shaadi ka thought comes… which includes me….)

So well .. going back to 3 idiots, there should be girl version too.. then their should be a men version and woman version. The girl version can have many forms… thoda melodrama jyada hoga.. because being a woman I know… women live with melodrama as their basic fodder in life.. that’s how we are programmed if you may. See now I know there are no nonsense women… but even those no-nonsense women also have 10% melodrama … and PHLEASE if any one ho is reading this is a feminist… please this is not about feminism .. I am pro anything and everything that improves the lot of we women… but you know we are our worst enemy… all of us… “Pati kya khayega.. who banoa”, “beta kya khayega who banoa”… “My husband / partner (I always write this… shaadi karo na karo none of my business bhai) wont like this colour dress”.. “I will ask my husband and get back”….. sala ek decision apne ko central point bana ke nahi lete … and again “women care for family “ hence we do this is the BIGGEST BULLSHIT WE GIVE OURSELVES…..


Ok… sorry.. lets go back:

Version of 3 idiot Girls:

• Didn’t study beyond school-Bhai had to go to school ( none of us fall in this social strata , I know)
• Studied to get married “WHILE FINAL EXAMS WERE NOT EVEN STARTED” of “Graduation” or Post Grad.
• Studied , got a job: Quit after shaadi kyun ki mera pati uska khandan and uska career mere devta hai
  So the movie will have these 3 protagonist breaking away these shackles to live life at their terms and still have a good family life (that’s the moot point…. Girls should believe they can have best of both the worlds)
  

Version of 3 idiots Women:

• Women suffering from Domestic Violence
• Women living life as “WIFE” of so-&-so
• Infidelity/ I-Me-Myself husband was a passing phase, now its all fine
  So the movie will have these 3 protagonist breaking away these shackles to live life at their terms.. and in this either bring a positive change or walk out will be and should be the end

Version of 3 idiots Men:

• Bad job continue for family or Bad marriage continue for family (I told you this is not about feminism.. men too can be stuck with a wrong partner.. but infidelity is not the cure)
• Trapped in I-Me-myself syndrome with everything including them falling apart
• Doing things because that’s how they will win the rat race
  So the movie will have these 3 protagonists finding what they really want….

After reading this you surely can say .. “Yeah, sure… ek Chetan bhagat hua ek ye madam hain”… :)
That’s the beauty of the blogs.. they are like monologues… you can’t interrupt :)