Thursday 2 February 2017

The Pihu Diary: Ek, do...direct teen!

There was a time when Pihu could barely keep her eyes open for an hour straight. Then came a time when she could cross the length of the living room crawling on all fours. At age one, she was busy swinging to ‘Chittiyaan Kalaiyaan’ lounging on her rocker. At over two, her music preferences now include bits and pieces of everything- lullabies, pre-school poems, Rihanna, Justin Bieber,
Bollywood, Classical, Regional...and so on. You would think listening to the latest hindi film songs on TV would be a pretty innocuous exercise for a kid but think again. With lyrics like ‘Go Paagal’ and ‘Bloody Hell’, one has little choice but to make sure there is some self-censorship when it comes to picking up these lines. So while Pihu has almost started mouthing the lyrics of the latter, she has thankfully made up her own words along the way- so her version of the chorus goes like, ‘baji ek bell tring tring, doggy hell!’ Thank God for early signs of self-censorship I suppose.

As a pre-schooler, Pihu has her schedule down pat- get up, throw tantrum, get ready and go to school, come back, have meal and bath, play, take nap, get up, colour or doodle, watch TV till dinner time and then tuck us in. Didn’t get the last part? Well, she does and you read that right- she tucks us in! As a 2.5 year old, Pihu is more observant, caring and fastidious than most adults I know!

So she will remember if I haven’t removed my slippers before entering the bathroom. She will remind me to wear an overcoat if we are headed outside on a wintry evening because too much wind can give Mom a cold. She likes to straighten the wrinkles on my leggings or trousers if they are looking askew. She also likes to pick up a brush and mop the cupboards clean off dust whenever she can. She has made a habit of taking my empty dinner plate to the kitchen once I am done and insists I go wash my hands if I am. And when it’s time to go to bed, she first makes sure she removes her socks and shoes and then demands that I take off mine too before asking me to lie down next to her with the quilt pulled right up to the head.

We have these conversations which go very deep sometimes. It starts with probing the whereabouts of everyone she knows or remembers among her close relations. Then she goes on to analyse how one of them laughed or behaved on some occasion. She also likes recalling some fond memories on a recent holiday, naming people who she enjoyed that moment with. She likes reciting the names of her friends in school and her current equation with them. So a guy who was her supposed brother one day is no longer worthy of the same status the next. A friend who danced with her at a school party may deserve a kiss while another is only good enough for a hand shake or a push, if required.

She is not your regular social butterfly though and may even turn away when she meets you. Only people she feels secure and happy with may get close and that too, after she has approved of them. An outdoorsy person, Pihu is always up for an outing. This tiny tot has already covered seven cities last year including Sydney, Queenstown, Lucknow, Mumbai, Goa, Bhubaneshwar and Nainital and is sure exhibiting signs of an insatiable wanderlust.

She sometimes addresses me by first name when she wants my attention and it makes me wonder if she doesn’t feel like she is an adult already. Wanting to be part of adult conversations, trying to pore in to a newspaper to read what we all do and make sense of it, sorting vegetables at a local market like a pro, asking questions by the dozen at every given opportunity, pointing out every object or place she is familiar with, eating meals like a dainty grown-up...there is very little that escapes this girl, almost a clueless toddler to curious teenager in the making.


One day she wanted to know what I was wearing. So I told her, “This is my old college jersey. You will get one when you go to college. You want to go to college, don’t you?” She was quick to retort, “Yes, after I have changed my diaper.” That’s profound and punctilious rolled in to one! J