I couldn't believe I had really gone home, and then I couldn't believe I was leaving.
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My mom is so filmy. She has bouts of drama in her conversations, especially when she tries her passive-emotional-blackmailing technique on her daughters. She called me day before when I was in Canada and I knew she would be pissed at me for going to Canada so as soon as I answered her call I said:
NC (trying to act smart): You have a very long life! (meaning that I was just thinking about her)
Mom: What good is a long life when my children are not by my side!
NC laughs. Dad in the background laughs. Mom laughs.
*I'm afraid I've become a lot like her in this matter. I do similar things to my friends all the time. You would think it to be an asset to me considering my filmy career choice, but you're dead wrong*
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Baby T seems like a genius child, until one notices the absolute lack of genius genes in his lineage. After a lot of digging around, I figured out the secret to his seemingly brilliant mind.
Both his parents have made it a point to never lie to him. I know it doesn't sound like such a big deal, but you will be surprised at how often young children are lied to, especially when the child is being difficult and you need to distract them, or when they don't respect your authority and you need to put a fear of someone into their mind, or sometimes when you have a low self-esteem and do it just for fun. What happens with telling the truth is that the child is told something that is then confirmed when they see it with their own eyes. This keeps things clear and simple in their mind. Also, Baby T's memory displays extreme sharpness. This is because he uses associations to tell a story of an incident that happened in the past. Like if I say Goa, he will say mama, papa, swimming (story 1); nanu, nani, airplane (story 2); boat (story 3); and so on.
During my experiments, I had to screw up his aforementioned Raavan story to see his reaction to contradictory versions. After he repeated my version once, he refused to tell the story. He had no response. In other words, he behaved like a normal kid his age (no offense to other kids his age). Note here how lying to the child led to a confused state of mind. Usually Baby T will respond to "what is this" with a "what is this" if he doesn't know the answer, but in this case he had no response, which meant that he knows but he is not sure about which of the two versions is the right one. After a couple of days, probably after his nani reiterated her version several times, he went back to telling the original version of the story.
In conclusion, Baby T is no genius, but he's a real smart kid, and the credit goes to his mama and papa.
*I would like to state that no permanent damage was done to Baby T during our experiment.
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That reminds me, I forgot to thank, well maybe there is no need to, because my aunt keeps forcing her no-thank-you-no-sorry-with-family rule on me, but I would still like to, thank my dear sister for making my short trip home a lot of fun. She dedicated her whole week to me :) We did a lot of fun things. Somehow the funnest seems our drive from West End to Parliament Street - funny how the mind works! Oh and the Christmas party was something! And Lodhi was nice. Pataudi too. Anyway, the point is, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! You are awesome! And also special thanks to husband ji for being my camera person and chauffeur, depending on the need of the hour. He too gave up work on a couple of days just for me :) Last but not the least, Baby T. Thank you for accepting the fact that the 2D image moving and making weird noises on mama's laptop was real and in front of you. Sorry I screwed up your Raavan story :P
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I should study. I'm so useless that I've started imagining medical excuses for my uselessness.
2 comments:
:) when were you home? must go thru the earlier posts I`ve missed..
you haven't missed much. i hardly blogged when you were not around. i went home for nine days third week of december. when did you get back from India?
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