Life Loves Its Circles


Into the second week of our visit, SU, her mother, while getting ready to leave for work, suggested: ‘Appa, why don’t you help SH do her maths exercises? That’ll be a great help.’ She had seen me at a loose end…sort of, in those days.

Had I seen it coming, I would have busied myself reading even if it was ‘Anna Karenina’. You’ll appreciate my trepidation was not misplaced if you knew a bit of history: When SU was at the age of SH, she and her sister both were quite successful in ensuring such occasions with me performing parental duties with regard to their course-work didn’t arise. And, at those rare times when it did happen, our session usually came to a premature end with me withdrawing voluntarily without any rancor from the scene. Had little choice, faced with ‘Appa, this is not the way my teacher taught us in the class. Now you tell me if I should follow her or listen to you. I’ve no issues doing it your way, but then don’t raise the roof when I (don’t) get my marks.’ In the event of any hesitation or delay on my part to disengage immediately, my wife would settle the matters by appearing magically on the scene, combat-ready to take on any agency thwarting her daughter’s performance at the exams. Well, it’s a different matter – I don’t mind admitting – they weren’t any worse for it in their following years of academics.

You saw the irony of it all? Life coming around in one full circle…

I responded with a weak nod.

This interaction with SU happened within the earshot of SH, heads down at her table on some school assignment, seemingly oblivious.

After SU left for work,

The ten-year old gently came up to me and asked – did I see a twinkle in her eyes? ‘Thaatha (grandpa), you wish to be a good thaatha or a bad thaatha?  While I was still considering her question and its implication, she added, speaking slowly: ‘I love you, Thaatha. So bad your stay is so short.’

Once again, a rhetorical, leaving very little to choice.

As with the mother, so with the daughter.

Life loves its circles.

Needless to tell you I chose to be a good one for the short time I had with her.



Things A Kid Said




Kidspeak: Don’t Push It Hard, Ye Fathers

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Father: Which one do you love more, me or Mommy?
Son: I love you both.
Father: Very Well, let’s say I went to France and Mommy went to Japan which country will you go to?
Son: Japan.
Father: See, you love Mommy more than me?
Son: No, I just want to visit Japan.
Father: Let’s say I went to Japan and Mommy went to France which country will you go to?
Son: France.
Father: See?
Son: No, its just because I have already visited Japan.





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