Junior's: let the plant come out..

My mum sent some seeds of flowering plants. One afternoon I got junior along with me to water the plants in the  garden. Junior sees the seeds and gets curious.
"Dad..what are these?"
"Dad..what are they for?"
"Dad..can we plant them now?"
As a result, Junior had her first 'dirtying hands in the garden' experience.
When I am done with the watering, I started back into the home.
"Dad..wait..I want to see it grow.."

Junior's: you have to grow up..

Casual Saturday afternoon:
Junior says," Daddy, you have to grow up".
"What?" I said, perplexed.
" I said you have to grow up to be like mummy".

What does she mean by that? I don't have answers.

Junior's: Let me finish sleeping

When going to bed, wifey took away a small box of biscuits lying by the bedside..Junior stops her and says, " Don't take it, I will eat it after I finish sleeping"..

Junior's: Mr. Henry Ford, Are you listening?

Today evening it rained heavily when we were coming back home in our car from work and daycare. Following a brief narration of her day's activities, Junior had a request.
"I want a new car with wipers in all the windows, all sides.."
I asked her if she has seen a car with wipers all around.
She says, " No, but I want one"
Ok.

Junior's: Mam knows best!

Junior wants to become an expert in playing with the basket ball.

I urge her to practice throwing the ball around. She asks me, "two times? three times?

I say, "yes two times...two times is twice and three times is thrice..so, u must say twice and thrice..."

Junior with a serious angry face, " no daddy, two times is two times, my Mam said"

Junior's: breaking news:: A carrot is stolen..

I was reading the newspaper, lying on the carpet in the living area. Junior comes around, and climbs on me, perching as she continued her cartoon show on TV.

Suddenly curious she asked, " what are you leading?" (Ree is pronounced as Lee)

I said, " news".

She questions, " what does that mean?"

I said, " things which happen outside our home are written, such as if it rains, some buses get delayed, if some guest is visiting someone etc.. do you wanna read too?"

" I don't like to read news..I only like cartoon news..such as when someone's house is broken  or when some one steals a carrot..."

"Oh"

Yahoo mail and Nostalgia

Today I did something unusual. I remembered my yahoo email ID out of the blue and tried logging in. It is unusual because I am logging in after almost a good decade. Well, do you know what a decade can do to you?

I

>graduated from college

>graduated again from college, this time with a Masters

>went through unemployment, the great economic recession

>Thought about becoming a wanderer, photographer, movie director, writer, tech entrepreneur etc

> Oh I forgot, fell in love; madly like a dim wit and screwed my life

>decided to get a job

>find love again; ink it on paper

>have a baby

>send the baby to school

> And yeah, remembered my yahoo ID

There were 7598 unattended emails waiting for my attention. Some assumed that I am looking for love, others believed I had humble manly assets, and a million people did crazy things to me on Facebook, and I was lost. It was actually 2 AM and I wanted to sleep.

Then, suddenly I saw an option to re-arrange my mails from earliest to latest; like the sorting from low price to high price in olx, flipkart, amazon…(middle class folks would know)

Hurrah.

I pulled out some of the scandalous things that I have done in life. My adolescence flashed in front of me and I could suddenly smell the searing heat of Delhi. I guess this is what is known as nostalgia.

I suddenly remembered my friends from that era, who formed an essential part of my life at that time.

The emails, the forwards, and the miss you notes and other notes…damn…Did I really write them?

Oh no..what have I done..? But I saw some equally cheesy replies from my friends who would be equally embarrassed if I showed them the same. So, I guess it was all the age and the hormones that were ruling at sweet sixteen and the immediate aftermath.

But yeah, embarrassing it was. Scandalous. The secretive/not so secretive part of you that a very few people know, but won’t mind.

Friendship and the process of growing up.