Twenty- five Seven

Quiet Please! Stop Noise Pollution

April 20, 2020

Good morning and welcome to another week of adventures with my Little People.

Quiet is something alien to Mumbai. The city that never sleeps has a busy hum to it even through the late hours of the night.

Bombay traffic is horrendous. Especially at peak time, cars are crawling bumper to bumper at peak time. And motorists have the awful habit of blowing their horns. As a matter of fact, for decades, ‘Horn OK , Please’ was the standard phrase decorating many trucks on the road.

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I sincerely believe that blowing the horn doesn’t make the car in front of you go any faster. Nor does it make the traffic signal change to green.

But most motorists don’t think so and drive with their hand instinctively placed on the horn. They seem to have horn blowing in their DNA.

One evening Hubby Dear was driving the boys home. It was getting late for their dinner time and he was in a rush to get them home. With four cars in front of him, reaching on time was a remote possibility. As was his habit, he honked not once but twice, indicating that the car ahead should move.

All at once,Wow Dinga pulled his hand off the horn and told him to stop.

“That’s noise pollution Abu. You should be QUIET!”

I think the newer generation is going to be more responsible and respectful of the environment than ever before. Especially with the outbreak of the Coronavirus pandemic.

Don’t you think so?

Ciao

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Squishy like Play-Doh

April 18, 2020

Keeping little ones out of mischief is tough. Especially when you take them out to dinner. You don’t want them running around the restaurants. Nor do you want them to play with the tableware.

Daughter No.1 has devised a wonderful way of keeping them occupied. She pulls out small tubs of Play-Doh and gives one to each child. They can spend hours literally squishing the moulding clay into shapes without dirtying themselves or the table.

But I myself have spent hours getting the Play-Doh out of a pile carpet. That can be hell. So it’s not exactly my favourite way to keep them occupied.

My attitude changed completely when one day Ms. Papaya cuddled up to me and squeezed my ample upper arm and said

“Aji you are like Play-doh. You’re so soft and squishy and you don’t ever get hard.”

Now every time I see some Play-Doh I actually feel some kinship and feel like giving it a nice, tight squeeze.

Ciao,

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Old Men have No Hair

April 17, 2020

As mentioned in earlier posts Ms. Papaya has a fascination with hair or the lack of it. All three are equally fascinated with death and old age.

They keep asking me questions about how old I am. Or how old will I be when they are 10 or so. They ask if I will have my teeth, whether my legs will pain and all sorts of questions that don’t make Old Age a very attractive propposition.

One day Ms. Papaya had lunch with Little Po and his other grandfather ( whom she adores). After dinner when they were listening to their afternoon tale, very unabashedly, she looked up and p0inted to Abu’s head.

The poor man was trying to think of a suitable answer when Little Po piped up

“ NOTHING! He has NO hair because he’s OLD!”

While Abu’s hair has thinned because he has aged, it was definitely not flattering for someone who isn’t doddering and still cuts a handsome figure in his Operating Theatre.

Do you think the loss of hair is the result of old age? Do all old men have no hair?

Ciao

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