Monday, August 13, 2012

Pari'ism 13-08-2012

The work-week has just started, and I have tons of things to do. So this is going to be a really quick one. Before we start on Pari, I have a strong urge to share this with you -- After 4 months in the city, I have finally managed to locate a VLCC parlour in Mumbai, and also made time to visit it for a quick facial. The sense of achievement & accomplishment is overwhelming, and I am completely OTT. My mom says that I look the same as before- only greasier, after the facial. It really doesn't ruffle me. I am a girl who believes in trying irrespective of how bleak things look.. and then, I look at parlour visits as a strategic thing, with little immediate gratification -- just an hour of complete inactivity/relaxation perhaps. I hope to reap the benefits in my old age, when my comtemporaries have 250 wrinkles, I would hopefully have just 245..

Coming to Pari, she is reading an animal encyclopedia these days, and is totally fascinated with monkeys, fishes and birds. Just yesterday, she draped a plain 'white' sheet on her shoulders, stretched her arms and flapped them to become a bird. She declared that she is a peacock, and the following conversation ensued--

P. -- Nani, look at me.. how do I look?
Nani -- Oh yes, you look like a very colorful?? peacock.
P. -- And look --what are these..
N. -- (can't see anything..) I am trying to see..
P. -- I have laid 4 eggs.
N. -- Hmm.. okie.
P. -- It is a very important time, my eggs are hatching.. I have to go..
N. -- Hmm..

Pari returns after a couple of minutes..

P. -- Nani, look -- I have 4 beautiful peahens -- all girls.
N. -- (not sure what to say..) yes, they are nice..

I somehow couldn't resist the temptation anymore.. and jumped into the conversation--

Me -- Pari, Can I have 2 of your eggs?
P -- Why do you want them
M -- To make omelette for Papa.
P -- (Aghast..) Nooooooo.. they are my babies. You can't break my eggs (forgetting that they have already hatched.)
M --Alright,  I won't break them, perhaps I can just boil them for Papa..
P -- No.. how can you be so wicked Mumma..

She continued to play her with chicks/peahens whatever.. when I made the last ditch effort.

M -- Pari, can you give me your chicks?
P -- now why?
M -- I can make some curry for Papa..
P -- (Overcome with emotion, screaming) Nooooo.. you cannot eat my babies. You are a wicked mumma..

By then, my mom was already screaming at me for making Pari scream, and I just left it there.

Don't hate me please, I wouldn't eat them if they were real chicks. I am anyways a lamb person..

Monday, August 6, 2012

Pari'ism 8/6/2012

I have been thinking of starting this series for a long time now, mostly because --

1. Pari is back with us, and I can share on this blog, the pearls of wisdoms that she so generously tosses at us.. each of which keeps us smiling for a couple of days, and then gets lost, like it never happened..  As I always say, the posts on her are mostly to remind us of her childhood, which will become a thing of past sooner than we think. Ofcos', all those who find joy in these anecdotes, are most welcome to the blog, I really like it when I get comments from you :)

2. I am really pressed for time, and it is a tough call to spend it writing about her, instead of actually being with her. With this series, like the Joka series, I spend no time thinking about the title, or even providing a background.. I can just get down to business..

Alright. So here are the most recent ones. There are others which my mom keeps mentioning offhandedly whenever we talk about her stay in Alld., shall try to put them down when I see you next.

After a particularly bad day of misbehaviour, cheekiness and such, we have the following conversation--
Mumma -- Pari, you have been misbehaving so much. You have broken my heart today..
Pari -- Hmm.. (looks intently at me for say 15 secs.. ) But is it still pumping blood?!!

She takes everything literally.. so much that when I tell her to stop dreaming(when she isn't paying attention to what I am saying), she is outraged --'I am not dreaming. I am not even sleeping, then how can I dream??'

Someone needs training in metaphors, proverbs & figures of speech. And some other people need to be trained in talking to 5 yo's -- in a way they would understand.