Showing posts with label Ads. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ads. Show all posts

Friday, June 4, 2010

That was not fair of Ram!

This post comes, well, a tad bit delayed. And don’t get me started on how I trapped myself into being so busy when I thought I was “done”.

Last weekend, my nephew Ads – yes the super brilliant guy I talk about here – asked me to tell him one of the Ramayana stories from his Amar chitra katha collection. This four-year old has recently acquired a new found fascination for Indian mythology – especially Hanuman, Ram et al.
I was more than willing to spend a lazy Saturday evening with him, and enthusiastically asked him to choose the story he wants me to narrate.

As my luck had it, he chose the Uttar Ramayana – For those unfamiliar with Indian mythology, this is the part of the epic where Lord Ram sends Sita to the forest after his subjects (starting with some idiotic launderer) raise doubts about Sita’s chastity after her having stayed in Ravana’s custody. As is obvious from the subject of the tale, this one is not a simple tale about all good and destruction of all evil. Many hindus in fact do not consider this part of the original Ramayana – Else how can they claim Ram to be “Purshotham” (the best among men) when he turned his wife when she needed him the most!

With doubts on how I would gloss over the uncomfortable parts of the tale, I started telling Ads the story. But haven’t I told you before – this is not just about any 4 year old – he is not only very inquisitive who wants a story neatly laid out right to the finest of details – but he also exhibits a keen understanding of the details.

As you would expect I was ragged big time; here are some excerpts from our conversation that day. Most of the vocab I have used at the first go is a direct pick from the Amarchitrakatha book:

Me: So let’s start – so as you know Ram was a just and fair king.
Ads: What is just and fair.
Me: He was honest, always did what is right, was a good ruler.
Ads: Oh ok, I am also just and fair.
Me: Yes you are.


Me: One day, Ram heard that his people did not like Sita because she had been kidnapped by Ravana – so he decided to send her away to the sage’s hermit.
Ads: Why did they not like her? But Ram fought with Ravana, right? And he saved Sita – then why should he send her away just because people did not like her.
Me (trying to spin whatever excuses I could at the top of my head – crap, as if I cared what Ram did): But Ram also thought that his children should be born in the jungle with the sages so that they become intelligent and powerful.
Ads: Was Ram born in a jungle?
Me: No
Ads: But he was powerful and brave right? Then why should his children be born in the jungle.
Me: But it’s just a story and this is what happened. Everybody makes mistakes right. Ram also made a mistake by sending Sita away. So can we continue with the story?
Ads: Okay…


Me: So Ram did the ashwamedha yajna (I explained to him as much as I could what it required) – yajna has to be done with the wife else gods get angry. But Sita was in the jungle, so Ram built a gold statue and used that statue for the prayers.
Ads: Did he ask her to come?
Me: No
Ads: He should have said sorry and asked her to come – she would have.
Me (given up on defending Ram): He didn’t think of that.
Ads: Okay, but gods know right – Ram can’t fool the gods – they know his wife is in the jungle and this is just a statue.
Me: Yes….let’s continue…


Me: So Luv and Kush were defeated Hanuman and Lakshman, and started fighting with Ram without knowing he was their father.
Ads: Why did Sita not tell them?
Me: She didn’t want them to feel bad that their dad left them in the jungle.
Ads: Ram was not a good father, no?
Me: No. Okay, so then when he asks them who’s your mother and they say “Sita”, Ram becomes very sad – he feels very bad and becomes unconscious out of grief.
Sita tells Luv and Kush about Ram and they are happy. The sage asks Ram to go back with his entire family to Ayodhya.
But, Sita wants to go back to her mother (I didn’t want to get into the insult and suicide concept) and her mother is Earth – so the earth opens up and Sita goes inside.
Ads: She kills herself (see, I told you he is no ordinary 4 year old)
Me: It’s not really killing
Ads: But why does she not go back with Ram?
Me: Because she is angry with Ram as Ram sent her away to the forest and was not there to protect her when she was scared.
Ads: But the sage protected her.
Me: But Ram just left her right?
Ads: Yes, That was not fair of Ram. Just because someone tells you something, you can’t leave your wife and children right? (Well, if this was so simple, I wonder why Lord Ram faltered)
I think Hanuman is the best person in Ramayana – he helps everyone and saves everyone – he respects and loves everyone also. I think he is better than Ram. Ram was not fair.
Me: Yes, but Ads these are all stories, okay? Now let’s order pizza.
Ads: But stories can happen for real right?
Me: What topping on your pizza?
Ads: Paneer without spice!
Me: Thank god for pizzas!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

“Quotable Quotes”

There was a wonderful quote in one of the Star Wars episode (I don’t remember which one) that went, “Truly wonderful the mind of a child is”. And you bet it is!

These days I am spending some terrific cheery times with my sister-in-law’s kids. It’s absolutely rejuvenating to be with them – there is so much constant banter, sincere reflections on little miracles growing up teaches you to ignore and the sheer joy of rediscovering the taken-for-granted facts of life, that you actually begin to believe that this world may not be such a bad place after all.

My nephew, Ads, is a certified prodigy. All of four, he comes up with the most dumbfounding questions and amazing statements. Conversations with him are an absolute delight – a patient and enthusiastic communicator, he wins your heart in less than a fraction of a second.

I thought it would be a good idea to record some of the interesting chats we both have had in the past couple of days – most, as you will notice, are perfect pearls of wisdom.

Read on:

Ads: Are you an Indian?
Me: Yes, what about you?
Ads: I am an Indian, but I am crème.
Me: What about me?
Ads: You are also crème. But Indians are also brown.
Me: Do you like crème Indians or brown Indians?
Ads: I don’t care about crème or brown. I like all.
(The world has a lot to learn from you baby!)


Ads: What are people living in Chennai called? Chennaians?
Me: No, they are called Chennai-ites!
Ads: Why are they not called Chennaians, like Indians?
Me (without a convincing answer): Because Chennaians does not sound right. It is Chennai-ites!
Ads: So are you a Chennai-ite?
Me: Yes, but am also a Delhi-ite. I was in Delhi for a long long time. Like when you go to Delhi (My SIL is relocating to Delhi), you will become a Delhi-ite.
Ads (Emphatically): NO! I will be Indian – I will always remain Indian. I will not be Chennai-ite or Delhi-ite.
(Is one particular Maharashtrian listening?)


Ads: Guess what - I know all my numbers.
Me: Wow! Can you count?
Ads: Yes, I can count till 100, 1000, million, billion, zillion, gazillion.
Me: Wow! I can also count all the numbers.
Ads: Ok, you know infinity?
Me: Yes, when you cannot count, it’s infinity.
Ads: After what number does infinity come?
Me: After gazillion…
Ads: Why is not gazillion and one after gazillion?
(Can you please ask questions your age?)


Me: Do you like me Ads?
Ads: Yes I do.
Me: Oh, thank you (I then give him a “big hug” and a kiss to seal our friendship)
Ads: I rubbed your kissie – It’s not there now.
Me: It is still there, my kisses are permanent – they cannot be rubbed.
Ads (very sternly): Let’s not discuss this.
(Ouch!)


Me: Oh my god, Yukta (Ads’ 1 yr old sis) is meddling with the plug point, please pull her away Ads.
Ads: Yukta (pulling her away), get off, RIGHT NOW. You will now not play with us. Go to mommy right now!
Me: Ads, don’t be rough with her, she’s still a baby!
Ads (in a matter of fact manner): Yuvika, I can’t help it, SHE IS SUCH A PAIN!
(oops!)


Ads: I want to build my own Disney Park.
Me: Great, what all rides will you have?
Ads: Let me think about it. Around 50 rides like, airplane rides, buzz light year rides – then we will have people in costumes who will pretend to be cartoon characters – nobody will have to pay for food also.
Me: That sounds really good. So you will build it with your super powers? (Ads claims he is a super hero with super powers and their’s is the only super family in the whole universe)
Ads: Noooo, I can’t waste time waiting for magic to happen. I will have to start building it myself – with lot of hard work.
(very sensible for a 4-year old!)


Ads (at bed time): Tell me a nice violent story with lot of wild animals who kill and eat other wild animals.
Me: Ads why do you like so much violence?
Ads: I dunno, but I like violence.
Me: Won’t you get scared.
Ads: I can never get scared. I am a super hero, a power ranger. But sometimes my “bones” feel scared (Ads conveniently pushes off everything on his bones – his bones get angry, fussy, scared, hungry, irritating – but he is always the angel).
Me: Are your bones scared of wild animals?
Ads; No, we live in the city – there are no wild animals here. But can aliens come here?
Me: No, there are no aliens – these are just stories. We don’t know if aliens exist.
Ads: Even if they exist, do they hate human beings?
Me: No!
Ads: Why would they come to our planet then?
Me: Just to visit us, maybe they lost their way or something.
Ads: I don’t like this planet too much. I plan to destroy the whole planet and build a new planet.
Me: If you destroy the whole planet what will happen to me, mama, thatha, nani?
Ads: No, I will take all the nice people to the new planet.
Me: Good idea. Don’t take the bad people, don’t take thieves and robbers.
Ads: But what if the thieves promise not to do anything. Then I should give them a second chance, right? If they don’t behave themselves, we will drop them back to Earth.
(Love you, Ads!)

As and when I collect some more of the wise guy’s discourses, I promise to post them here – don’t want to lose these precious moments to memory.

More of Ads’ gems have been preserved for posterity by his mommy dearest here.
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