Knock knock
Who's there
Leon
Leon who
Mummy mujhe baki ka joke naiii pata! (I don't know the rest of the joke, mummy)
That was Pixu wailing. Everyone was contributing to the knockknock jokes and as in every other situation Pixu wanted to participate too. The above was how his joke ended and he ended up getting the biggest laughs and will continue to do so as long as Jumi (Pixu's mom and my sister) decides to let the story fester. Which, knowing her, and I should know her quite well, is going to be once in every human gathering till she and her memory stay together.
Leena's daughter has got into engineering college. Sonia's daughter is graduating. So many of my other class mates are going to be grannies soon too. Arrey, the girls will get married no, after a few years. Leena says her children already think (as do mine) that we are ancient with dialogues like 'aapke zamaane me' (in your era!) peppering every other conversation. But I feel like 15 years old na! I'm sure Leena and Dhanashree and Huma and Barnali and Gayo and Jyoti and Sangeeta and Kavita all feel that way. Hey girls, all of you even look not much older. You know na that JLo, Angelina, the other Jennifer (the Aniston one, girls) all are your age. What rocking grannies we'll be.
But I do like the thought of having grandchildren. It is so nice to have kids around. You get to see the world as it really is. Silly, funny and fun. The present moment awareness thingy. Pixu uses 'thingy' in his conversations quite thickly. It is a common noun name for all objects that have no name/whose name Pixu does not know. He is all of 7 years old going on 8. He also makes power point presentations for me. He insisted on making a presentation a couple of days back. He shut the door of his room and his hopeless mum gave away the secret that he was making a surprise for me. He invited me to see the presentation after it was done. It was titled "Happy Mother's Day." I told him it wasn't Mother's Day. Jumi said she had told him the same thing but he had been stubborn. It had toon pictures of hearts circling around the head and mums and kids and told me how much they loved me and how wonderful I was. They think I am their mum. Made sense to me. After all Jumi and I have 2 sets of chromosomes from the same 2 people and even our blood groups are same now.
I hope Munu, Pixu and Ninad allow me to spoil their kids. After all I still squeeze all 3 of them every time I have them within squeezing distance. Pixu is the best to squeeze. Just the right size. Ninad is a little bony. Nevertheless. I hope they don't settle in Norway or any of those countries where they put you in jail for squeezing kids or having them sleep with you so that you can hug them and let them sleep within the crook of your arm. Believe me the kids like being squished. I have another nephew who is 6 years old going on 7 who comes to me everytime he visits me or I visit him and begs me to 'goltisha' him. 'Goltisha' means 'squeeze' in Jurispeak. He sits in my lap and I have to 'goltisha' him till I get tired. He doesn't get tired of being 'goltisha'd'. I told him I was in Mumbai and would not be able to attend his birthday and wished him 'happy birthday' on the phone. He lives in Guwahati. He told me that it was OK with him even if I went a little late. I informed him that it wasn't possible for me to reach that day. He sounded disappointed yet told me to never mind and come the next day. He would keep some of the cake for me.
You understand why I am looking forward to a brood of grandchildren. They do wonderful things to your ego.
Who's there
Leon
Leon who
Mummy mujhe baki ka joke naiii pata! (I don't know the rest of the joke, mummy)
That was Pixu wailing. Everyone was contributing to the knockknock jokes and as in every other situation Pixu wanted to participate too. The above was how his joke ended and he ended up getting the biggest laughs and will continue to do so as long as Jumi (Pixu's mom and my sister) decides to let the story fester. Which, knowing her, and I should know her quite well, is going to be once in every human gathering till she and her memory stay together.
Leena's daughter has got into engineering college. Sonia's daughter is graduating. So many of my other class mates are going to be grannies soon too. Arrey, the girls will get married no, after a few years. Leena says her children already think (as do mine) that we are ancient with dialogues like 'aapke zamaane me' (in your era!) peppering every other conversation. But I feel like 15 years old na! I'm sure Leena and Dhanashree and Huma and Barnali and Gayo and Jyoti and Sangeeta and Kavita all feel that way. Hey girls, all of you even look not much older. You know na that JLo, Angelina, the other Jennifer (the Aniston one, girls) all are your age. What rocking grannies we'll be.
But I do like the thought of having grandchildren. It is so nice to have kids around. You get to see the world as it really is. Silly, funny and fun. The present moment awareness thingy. Pixu uses 'thingy' in his conversations quite thickly. It is a common noun name for all objects that have no name/whose name Pixu does not know. He is all of 7 years old going on 8. He also makes power point presentations for me. He insisted on making a presentation a couple of days back. He shut the door of his room and his hopeless mum gave away the secret that he was making a surprise for me. He invited me to see the presentation after it was done. It was titled "Happy Mother's Day." I told him it wasn't Mother's Day. Jumi said she had told him the same thing but he had been stubborn. It had toon pictures of hearts circling around the head and mums and kids and told me how much they loved me and how wonderful I was. They think I am their mum. Made sense to me. After all Jumi and I have 2 sets of chromosomes from the same 2 people and even our blood groups are same now.
I hope Munu, Pixu and Ninad allow me to spoil their kids. After all I still squeeze all 3 of them every time I have them within squeezing distance. Pixu is the best to squeeze. Just the right size. Ninad is a little bony. Nevertheless. I hope they don't settle in Norway or any of those countries where they put you in jail for squeezing kids or having them sleep with you so that you can hug them and let them sleep within the crook of your arm. Believe me the kids like being squished. I have another nephew who is 6 years old going on 7 who comes to me everytime he visits me or I visit him and begs me to 'goltisha' him. 'Goltisha' means 'squeeze' in Jurispeak. He sits in my lap and I have to 'goltisha' him till I get tired. He doesn't get tired of being 'goltisha'd'. I told him I was in Mumbai and would not be able to attend his birthday and wished him 'happy birthday' on the phone. He lives in Guwahati. He told me that it was OK with him even if I went a little late. I informed him that it wasn't possible for me to reach that day. He sounded disappointed yet told me to never mind and come the next day. He would keep some of the cake for me.
You understand why I am looking forward to a brood of grandchildren. They do wonderful things to your ego.
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