Birthday at R's Montessori

A week before R's birthday, I called up his Montessori and spoke to the principal there to know how many students are there in his class so that we could be well-prepared. In turn the principal told me that I'd receive a formal invite in R's diary about the celebrations and the details would be mentioned therein.

Sure enough I received the note written by R's teacher inviting us parents to the school on the D-day. Equipped with sweets to be distributed, the husband and I arrived at the school at the time mentioned. The welcome notice board at the school carries the names of the children who celebrate their birthdays in the current month and in addition, children who celebrate their birthdays on the particular day also have their recent snap pinned up. This, I had noticed on the earlier visits too. As expected, the board had R's name and snap:





Since there was another child sharing R's birthday that day, the parents of that child were present too. I had not really spoken to any other parent about what kind of celebrations are done at school, so I was quite clueless on what to expect. Even as we sat wondering, two cute (older to R in age) girls from R's environment (the classes in R's school are called environments and they have a mixed-age group in each environment- a Montessori peculiarity) came out to invite each set of parents. How cute!

We were ushered into R's class, where there was a huge cut out of the Sun was kept on a table.



 R was called out and given a globe to hold. He then took the globe and circumambulated the Sun thrice as the rest of the class sang the following song:


Here we go round the sun
Here we go round the sun
Here we go round the sun
until the year is done..

The idea is to go around the sun as many times as the age of the child. Each completed round marks the completion of the year- just as the earth takes a year to complete a revolution- with the globe symbolizing the Earth. What an innovative way to teach the kid about Geography! Of course, R may not understand the logic and analogy yet, but the idea is definitely interesting. After the completion of each year/ round, the child was made to pause while the teacher with the help of the parents recounted the important milestone that the child may have crossed at that age. Then the mandatory birthday song was sung, at the end of which the class clapped for the child- the number of claps corresponded to the age of the child with one additional clap for good luck- again an unusual practice that I came across.

R was given a hand-made birthday card and a collection of photo-memories from his previous birthdays (they had requested for his year-wise photographs well in advance) along with an appropriate one-line caption for each of the photo.

The birthday card

The golden moments card


I was touched by the effort put in by the teachers to make a child's birthday special. There were no balloons or cake but the time spent to render a warm and personal touch by making such wonderful cards and capture the memories in a beautiful manner was far more precious- something that could be cherished by the kids and their parents for years to come.

Things that R says

R has become a chatterbox of late and mostly his conversations revolve around aeroplanes, cars, trucks and the likes. Else, he is full of questions. Just, a simple 'why' attached to everything! It is exasperating at times to keep answering his constant badgering without seeming bored or rude.  Sometimes he comes up such gems that is difficult to keep a straight face and answer.

Trying to put together some snippets here. Unfortunately, the best ones seem to get lost in the moment. 

The hubby was drinking his tea and accidentally spilled some on the floor 

Amma: oops!


R: What happened? did appa spill his tea?

Amma: yes.

R: appa! close your mouth and drink and you won't spill the tea..

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A month ago, when I was trying to teach R to drink from the cup directly instead of using a straw.

Amma: R, you are a big boy now.

R: *very pleased* yes, I am a big boy!

Amma: now, you must drink from the cup directly.

R: *sensing he's been put at a spot* Noooooo...I became a small boy!

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R: amma, lets go by aeroplane to B'bay

Amma: yes, we'll but there's still some time for that

R: no, let's go now. I'll sit ahead and drive the plane, you and appa sit behind and come

Amma: !!!

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Some days ago, the husband accompanied his friend to check out some plots...

R: Where's appa?

Amma: He's gone out. Will be back soon.

R: has he gone to office. Does he have a meeting?

Amma: *wondering to just say yes and ward off further questions, then deciding to tell the truth* No, he's gone to see some plots..

R: plots?? what plots?? flower plots?

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R: amma, see, this truck, it is a beeeg truck

Amma: oh...nice..:-))

R: amma, see I parked this car properly here

Amma: *putting on the expression of looking impressed* gooood!

R: don't just say good. Say, wow. Say, wonderful!!

Amma: !!!!

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Life of Pi

Life of Pi is about a lad,Pi, who survives a ship wreck along with four animals that includes an adult Bengal tiger. Pi's father owns a Zoo in Pondicherry and when they decide to move to Canada from Pondicherry, they decide to take all the Zoo animals along with them. The ship is hit by a storm and Pi is left with a life boat with a Zebra, Hyena, Orangutan and Tiger for company.

The movie starts with an interesting account of how Pi gets his name. Pi is an intelligent and sensitive kid who is deeply interested in reading books and learning from his surroundings.  The main actor, Suraj Sharma, who plays the youth Pi, seemed natural and at ease with the character.

The story is about faith, courage and test of character when faced with adversity. How Pi manages to survive seems incredible at times, inspiring at other times and also heart-rending in the end. 

I loved this line: "Letting go is a way of life and always tough but what breaks the heart the most is when one does not take a moment to say goodbye". So true!

We took R along since it is an animated movie. Although there is nothing gory shown, certain scenes seemed unsuitable since they were disturbing. At some parts, he got scared and started to wail, so the hubby had to take him outside to calm him down. Thankfully, he got back to his sunny self soon and enjoyed the rest of the movie. 

The pace of the movie is generally slow but drags further at some places. Overall, a good movie in terms of the plot and great in terms of the visual effects. I'd recommend this movie. People with young kids: use discretion.

Leaving you with a lullaby sung by Bombay Jayashree. It is the opening song in the movie. I loved this:



Silence is a great healer


When there is nothing to be said,
there is still silence
When all has been said,
there is still silence

Silence holds great power,
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one just has to fathom her
Many of us do not often use her
since she seems like a loser

A word in haste or anger
warrants another in quick retort
It certainly feels good
to be the rival's damper

Venom spewed across
back and forth,
only results in more ire
but it takes a little restraint 
and great strength
to douse the raging fire

A silent mind thinks better
 like a wound in a cast
healing faster
perhaps it is then true,
Silence is a great healer



This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda

Act first, think later?

A couple of days ago, I joined a group-Marathon Bloggers- on FB, a group initiated by the few bloggers to encourage and motivate self and fellow-bloggers to post a post each day starting this month- something I realized a little too late. Well, I joined the group first and realized the intention later. Yes, I can be quite crazy that way.

I felt quite foolish over how naive and rash I could be. I considered apologizing and pulling out. Better still, just ignore the whole thing and move on. I had never attempted a blogathon before and the thought of writing each day seemed more than daunting. Also, this month seemed a little inconvenient too, as I am travelling to my parents' place mid-month and I may not really have the time or keenness to write each day.

I, then, calmed myself down and did a quiet introspection. What is it exactly that intimidates me about this? I realized that I am scared of making a public commitment. I am a conscientious and a rule-conforming person. Once I've agreed to do something out of my own accord, I am uncomfortable to say, I can't do it or I am sorry this couldn't happen. 
But, then most of the other blogger joinees seemed quite upbeat about the marathon and also teeming with ideas. Their enthusiasm too started to rub on to me. I felt that I should at least give it a try. I may succeed. Or, I might not.

 Further, I also understand that this is my space and my canvas and this commitment is more towards myself than others. So, if I am unable to post every single day, I will try not to see it as a failure to honour the commitment and look ahead. I'd have made a few more blog-friends in the end, if nothing else. And, that's the charm in blogging-connecting and interacting with other like-minded people, right?

I request you all to keep encouraging me in this endeavour-my first-and help me sail through this month. I shall try to keep my posts interesting and less forced.However, if they aren't, which is quite likely on such attempts, do be nice and still encourage :-)

Some food for thought?
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P.S.: Swati made a wonderful badge for us. Hope to have this displayed on the sidebar at the end of the month. Till then, trying to be a part of 

The birthday bash

After going over several times in my head and discussing it with hubby about whether we needed a birthday party for R, we decided that this time, we shall have one at home with all his friends over. Even after making a conservative guest list, I hit a figure of 35 odd invitees including the children and adults. Phew! all of them in my house for an evening had me in jitters. I had woken up to the party call just 10 days prior to the D-day, so that left me with just ample time to pull up my socks and hit the action button.

I was going to outsource all the food since I have neither the passion, ability or the resources to cook up a party menu for so many. It had to be all finger foods was something I was sure of. As a first order menu, I decided on Dhokla, some non-spicy kababs, finger chips, popcorn, cake and juice. Now, finding a good joint supplying these at a reasonable rate was a challenge. Most of the restaurants nearby were big names who would not undertake a relatively smallish order and also with their rates, even if I had managed a bargain, it would've still been a tall amount for a homely affair. Totally not worth it.

As I began my hunt for suitable eating joints in the vicinity, I realized how inadequate I was in terms of knowing my neighbourhood well. But, trust the internet and the blogosphere to come to the rescue. In the end, it was the typical case of overlooking something that was right under my nose. We have passed by this place practically every other weekend and I'd even taken note of the catchy name and made a mental note several times to check out the place. Obviously, that never happened and memory too failed to rise up to the occasion.

For those interested and lazy to click on the link above, the joint Chaipatty-a lovely name, right?- is a charming, warm and cozy place to have amazing snacks and kullad chai.  Not a big place in terms of area (at least this branch- they are located in four branches around B'lore) but I'd recommend this place for anyone looking to have good food and a quiet conversation or even spend time alone with a book for company. They have a few books and magazines stacked up for reading. If you are still particular, there is even justbooks right next door.

We sampled and ordered paneer pakodas and cheese balls from Chaipatty- finger chips and kababs were dropped from the menu instead.The dhoklas were to come from a different place. With the food and cake ordered, I tackled the rest of the itinerary- decorations, props and the (uber essential) return gifts without which no kid party ever ends!-in the next couple of days. Despite starting on the preparations a tad late, I managed to put together the logistics well in time. 

The party was quite a success with almost all the invitees turning up, food being appreciated and most importantly, the kids having a super duper gala time. For a moment I thought I'd go deaf with all the chaotic, noisy merry making all over. It's a different story that in the aftermath place looked like it was hit by Sandy. But, what the heck, we had a great time!

Leaving you with some pics... 




Lot of friends

The Birthday boy making merry


modest decorations


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Cheers!

So, the boys turned a year older,
have they turned a tad wiser?
Of the older one, I can't say
but the younger is definitely naughtier

Birthdays are fun, for young or old
it is all about you and you,
the norm, tad dulled for the dad
by the arrival of the lad

Why's that, you ask?
With the special days falling
back to back,
any wonder then, the glory is
a little skewed to bask?

A party for the little fella
was all fun and gala
The older chap was but
not forgotten
and a special lunch for him
did happen

Wishing the two
fabulous years ahead
replete with fun, health
and wealth
May God keep me too blessed 
to be with the love of my life-
oh, make it two!

P.S. It was the husband's birthday on the 25th and R's birthday on the 26th.