Gandhi, My Son...

Yesterday was the kid's annual day event and I enjoyed it much better than expected. First of all we were told only the day before of its existence, probably because the kid was not in any dance so didn't need any preparation and I'm not very confident about the kid's social skills. I mean, I was sure that he would cry on the stage and though I don't mind that myself, I was thinking it would be pretty painful if he got reprimanded badly for that. Two rehearsals in the morning, both with most of the children howling and confused, did not help much. I was prepared to knock every door around for Gandhi's stick and we finally found it in a clothes shop. But, finally, it all went very well - there were about 300 in the audience and when the kid came out bending his back and sounding his stick, we laughed with relief. I enjoyed the other events too.

We've been visiting Cubbon Park almost every weekend now thanks to the kid. The routine is quite simple - he saves some of his favourite eatables for the weekend and on Saturday we go and first sit on one of the stone benches in the middle of trees. He'll finish the eatables, collect some sticks or flowers for some time and then we head towards the children's section. Another hour of sliders,see-saws and swings etc and we are back home. I have fallen in love with the park too, I think it's nice to have a place where you can quietly sit and feel peaceful. There are a variety of trees there and I was seeing some of them for the first time. There is also a library at the other end of the park and V says it has a huge number of books.

Childish Acts....

We Indians always tend to exaggerate things - especially when it comes to public figures. I agree with the explanation that we hardly have any successful figures compared to our population but we celebrate them more than their worth. The people in question think they are flawless and I stop admiring them. Am I prejudiced? I don't know, but my list of such people is only growing - M S Dhoni, Harbhajan Singh(he's being made a hero for behaving badly!!!), SRK and the latest, Darsheel of Tare Zameen Par. Darsheel acted well for a starter but in no way deserved the best actor award that he claimed. He overacted at times in the movie and that I can pardon but not his real life overacting. Our own Master Manjunath I think was much better an actor with a lot of subtle expressions for a child. I hate children who act over smart and today they seem to be everywhere.

Actually all this makes me admire our low profile heroes all the more - Kumble, Shrinath, Dravid....they are so dignified and elegant! But melodrama rules this place!!

Occupied....

I know it's been quite long since I've visited this place but somehow don't feel like writing these days. Of course I've been very busy, trying to manage both home and workplace as they say. I think I'm not doing great in either place - when I start for office, I keep thinking when I should start back and when I do in the night, I keep feeling worried that I have not been able to finish so many things. But in spite of that, I know I want to work, I want to know so much more about banking. I want to be the master of my module, to see that day when I can confidently volunteer to take any topic in our internal trainings, to stop being nervous when I talk in those trainings....uh!!
I will, I will!! I should thank my boss also, for making me a part of most of the enhancements that are coming our way, either totally or in discussions.

Kid is all set for the summer holidays. There is a summer camp in his school itself but mother is asking me to send him there. He may trouble her there I guess, thinking of me. I remember I used to be a pest when I used to go to Nagare without my mother, my restlessness growing as the evening approached.

Talking of summer camps, every parent that I know is eager to pack off their children to one. I think the approaching summer is seen more as a headache than anything else by most of us working parents.

Where are all the Russian books(translated) gone that I used to wait for in my childhood? Every year in some season, they used to come selling those books to our schools and Pappa never missed buying them. I asked him recently about it and he said after the demise of Soviet Union, even those books are gone. I miss them and wish I had saved some of mine. If I go and hunt in the attic back home, I may find some I hope....