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Twin Speak

Its been some time since I posted something on the twins. These past few months, since they completed 3 years of

age, the two of them have us either gaping in horror or gasping in delight at their talk. Though not all of it

makes sense, but when it does, it hits the roof. Literally!!
One of the key conversation points I insist on is respect, the usage of the words “aap” instead of the more common

“tu” or “tum”. From personal experience, I know that when we learn to address elders with respect, it becomes a

habit hard to get rid of. I talk to my friends in a downright impolite manner, but when it comes to elders, the

tone definitely changes.
My kids have not really cottoned on to the concept yet. Though they use “aap” at home and with each other (:roll:

), I usually find them slipping into using “tu” when annoyed or irritable.
Anyhow, since they’ve been talking nineteen to a dozen, its difficult for me to remember all those gems of one-

liners these two have been throwing around. But since memory hasn’t abandoned me yet, posting a few of those

precocious conversations here :-

Lui and Shobby are playing with their crayons.
Lui: SHHOOOOOBBBYYYY!!!
Shobs : Kya Lui??
Lui : Aap yeh green clayon lo.
Shobs : (looking puzzled) kyun?
Lui : Kyunki aap mujhe bahut achche lagte ho.
Shobs : ๐Ÿ˜
Me : ๐Ÿ˜
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(I’m frolicking on the bed with the twins. Shobs clambers over my shoulder. I playfully turn him upside down).
Shobby : Bachaaaaaao. Bachaaaaaaaao. Arre koi to mujhe bachaaaaao.
Me : ๐Ÿ˜ฏ Huh ?? “Bachao” ?? Really Shobs?? Where did you pick that up??
Lui : Kal woh TV mein aunty chilla rahe the na?
Me : ๐Ÿ˜
And here I was, content that I was controlling how much TV these two watch!!
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I come back home after a tiring day and the twins follow me to the bedroom. Lui holds on to her brother’s hand and

says,
Lui : Mummy, mujhe Shobby ke saath shaadi karna hai.
Me : ๐Ÿ˜ฏ …Er…umm….why baby??
Lui : (Cheerfully) Shobby Good boy hai…mujhe achcha lagta hai.
Me : Thats right…lekin woh aapka bhai hai. Bhai ke saath shaadi nahin karte!
Lui : (thinks it over and turns to Shobby) Shobby bhaiyya, aap Devashree didi (neighbor’s kid) ke saath shaadi

karo.
Shobs : (happily) Okay. Theek hai!
Me : ๐Ÿ™„
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Post dinner, I wrap up work in the kitchen. Shobby is calling out to me from his granny’s room. I decide to scare

him (I know, rotten mom I am!), so I stood still behind the kitchen door. Shobby started hunting for me, calling

out “Mumma…Mummaa…” in each room. Eventually he reached the kitchen, where I hopped out from behind the door

and yelled, “BOOO”.
Shobby stared at me. Hard.
Okay, so he didn’t get scared. One down on the mommy score ๐Ÿ˜ฆ
But what sucked the air right out of my burst bubble was this line …
Shobby : Mai kitni der se aapko ‘Mumma Mumma’ bula raha tha. Mujhe laga aap phir office chale gaye.
Me : ๐Ÿ˜ …. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ … No baby….I … I…oh forget it, come here.
And I envelop him in the biggest hug ever……that is, till he squirms and runs away from his bat-shit crazy

mother!

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One day, Lui wonders out aloud why she didn’t have a moochh (moustache).
Me : Only boys get a moochh dear (I didn’t want to scare the girl with images of hairy upper lips on women, so the

slight diversion from the truth ๐Ÿ˜€ ). See your dada, Abu, Chachu, they all have a moochh. When Shobby gets older

and bigger, he too will get a moochh.

Shobby : Haan mummy, jab mai aapke jaisa BIIIIG ho jaunga na, tab mujhe muchhi aayegi.
Me : Err…yes.
Shobby : (throwing his arms wide) Jab mai aapke jaise fat-fat, round-round ho jaunga na, tab mujhe muchhi ayegi.
Me : Okay, I got it. Now quit.
Shobby : Nahin mummy…jab mera tummy aapke jaise BIIIIG ho jayega na…tab mujhe muchhi ayegi.
Me : Arre Bas!! Enough of that.
Shobby : (grinning wildly with the naughtiest look in his eyes) Parr mummy, mera bhi jab big-big bum ho jayega

aapke jaisa, tab….
(here I had to clamp my hand over the brat’s mouth)
Clearly, the bugger has picked up his taunting skills from his pater ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

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The BF was grappling with Shobby one morning. Shobby sqeals loud and yells, “Abu, aap mujhe bewajah mat pakdo”.
BF : ๐Ÿ˜

I was scolding Shobby for running his crayon on the sofa. Lui immediately comes to her brother’s rescue. With one had on her hip and the other waggling a finger at me, she yells,
“Khabardar kisi ne Shobby ko gussa kiya to. Mera bhai ha na woh!!”

Umm..so yeah. “Bewajah” and “Khabardar” are the words their mom uses often. Just didnt realize that the kids knew where to use it themselves ๐Ÿ˜ !!

Note : The formatting on this page is totally wonky. Kindly excuse ๐Ÿ™‚

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Apologies

Hello people.
Many of you have been commenting on my posts and I haven’t been replying to them.
This might appear a little rude to you, but rest assured, it isn’t intentional. My office firewell prevents WordPress from opening in the regular way and instead shows me primitive HMTL pages. There is a link for approving comments, but alas, the text box replies does not appear.
So though I want to reply to you all, I’m not able to ๐Ÿ˜ฆ
Also, the brats that are my kids don’t permit me the luxury of sitting at my laptop when at home. I’ll probably get around to replying to you all by this weekend.
Till then, sincere apologies once again ๐Ÿ™‚

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It was a moonless night….or maybe the moon hand’nt come out in our parts yet…the kinds when the sky looks its blackest and the stars seem to come alive with a bright new sparkle. The kind of night when a gentle breeze blows from the nearby hillock and for once, the traffic on the road comes to a decline.
And to top it, there is a power cut.
It was one such night last Friday.
It was hot and humid earlier in the day. I didn’t report to work as Shobby was very ill. He had been ill on and off for the last 2-3 weeks, but this time, his fever refused to come down even after administering crocin syrup and cold water sponging.
A visit to his pediatrician and a blood report followed. Post medication, he was considerably better and back to his chipper self by evening. The kids had their dinner in peace (for a change) and since it was too hot inside, we sat out in the balcony, the only place which was cooler by a few degress thanks to the breeze. The BF hadn’t returned from work yet.
The kids had a mild altercation on who would sit on their mom’s lap. This was resolved amicably enough when I asked Shobby to lie down next to me and rest his head on my leg. Lui clambered on my lap and rested her head on my shoulder.
We sat like that, in silence for a long while. The twins were mesmerized by the stars, even Lui, the restless one, sat still. I stroked the hair on Shobby’s head….marveling at their thickness, much like his father’s. I could smell the baby powder and the faint sweet smell of baby sweat on Lui. We sat there for ages, the gentle breeze cooling us and the dark night not a scary place full of monsters. Shobby asked if his Big-dadi was a star. Lui replied that she indeed was.
We sat there like that, just absorbing the sights and smells around us.
And in that moment, I realized what ‘inner peace’ means.
It means being content in where you are and with what you have.
It means being immeasurably happy to be with people you love.
It means not depending on flashy and expensive things to have your kids love you back.
It means a few precious moments caught at the end of a hard day.
I’m not sure if the kids will remember this time…..but by writing about it, I hope that one day, when they visit this place, they’ll be reminded of the simple pleasures ofย  life ๐Ÿ™‚

 

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