The sloth chronicle-What is your SQ

“Weave some silly fun put it in the world and make it smile as often as you can.”
I am starting this new series..it is going to be about every thing you have ever wanted to know about sloths,for those who just cannot have enough of this brainy species.
I will keep updating about them once in a month or may be once in two or three months, can’t commit( sloths don’t)
Let me kick-start this series with little more about me ( Got a sloth award)
 
I had several chores to attend to,write a lot of notes,make beds,run to the grocery store nearby
buy vegetables and things my house needs,do this and that and burn some fat.
I smiled at all of them and said no thanks will see ya later.
Made myself a great breakfast and enjoyed it with some good music. watched some re runs,and was about to get up when a cute lil meow decided to drop in for a word. She was a diva but then so am I! So we both gave each other a care two hoots about you diva look for  few seconds before I blinked…damn I lost
she smiled and said she will come back( of course in her language which was …well…meow)
Time to go and make amends with house work but not before some deep breaths absorbing warmth ,gave sun a lazy smile
ah the chores I thought,now I am ready, lets jive
and the day was over in no time………..ya right
Me being me, stopped to look myself in mirror..you cannot do work unless you have that diva look..even when doing laundry..its like I am always shooting for some commercial…you never know guys!!!!
what if you die go up there and they have made some CD of your life and its being watched by an expert  panel  before judging..I mean the kind of goof ups we all do all the time that too not looking great…whoa…am not taking any Chance. I don’t want to look like my pic in driving licence or passport anymore .. a drug addict  +thief caught in act….in short a kind of person who looks like mug shot of every criminal Interpol is searching for.
Anyways so after giving my self that OMG I am so hot look in the mirror  was just about to attack the laundry when my neighbour rescued me by interfering and  updating me on my neighbour hood events
yup that is more important so half an hour and 200 gossips later I thought laundry here I come (Oh how lucky were the early guys wearing leaves ..wear and dump) and then decided against it again….
Today I just wanted to be a sloth and I asked my self what would a sloth do..and pat came the reply..blog..of course I should blog about this hugely important phase of my life
what do you guys do when you encounter such day do you sit and let yourself be a sloth
You : hey boss I ain’t coming for work today , its sloth day
your boss: you lucky you go enjoy
Or do you kill that urge and go to work.
you: sir today was a sloth day but I came to work
your boss:what! are you mad?go home!!!
So there is no story or poem…I am a sloth enjoying my sloth day today
oh by the way if you want to celebrate a sloth day there is a ritual
Sit on the most comfortable couch,legs up on table nearby and chant
Now the great sloth quiz. Check you SQ( sloth quotient)
Q1 How often do you give in to your sloth urges
a)once or twice a  month
b)once or twice every week
c) few hours every day
Q2 You have an important meeting
a) you go to the office and attend meeting half heartedly
b) you go to office but come back after making some excuse
c) you sleep it off
Q3  You look at the laundry basket which is threatening to explode
a) you decide to do it later that day
b) you decide to do it next day
c) you laugh and show your middle finger to the basket
Q4 You have a party to attend
a)you smell all the party wear in the laundry basket and decide to buy one
b) you smell all the clothes in the laundry basket and wash the one you want to wear that night
c) you smell all the clothes and pick up the one which smells the  least and wear it with loads of perfume
RESULT-
Mostly a- darling oh poor darling
Mostly b- Aww you are so sweet, almost there
Mostly c- Yay( applause and drum roll) clear winner hugs bro/sis
I hope you all have immensely enjoyed this post
have a great day all of you while I sit and do nothing till its bed time :)

Zuckles,Zonita Zand Zee

We worry about what a child will become tomorrow, yet we  forget that he is someone today.  ~Stacia Tauscher

I know the title of the post is self-explanatory but want to share more.

When my daughter was 2-year-old we noticed the only way she would play with anything and everything was to line them up …no matter what she had, cars, toys, shoes…. They all would fall in same line and then the game would end. She never used to play like other kids…this was when we started noticing other things and then came to know about her Autism…we were told most of the autistic kids don’t or can’t pretend play….you know how we would take a comb or a pencil box and act as if it were a phone or a microphone and talk.

Most of them( Autistic kids) will have no idea what to do with a car or a doll ….And we were told by the doctors and special educators to teach Bonita pretend play…..that is wroom with a car,or dressing up a doll,make up,pretending to be doctor,or teacher etc…and age appropriate plays and language.

And this is how our journey to Zonita began.

[I was quite a naughty kid and I always thought Oh all these brilliant naughty ideas and no one to share with....and look at Gods mysterious ways...he must have really loved my naughtiness for now he wanted my daughter to learn them and that too from one of the best in the business.]

Our pretend play sessions were full of mischief and laughter (otherwise what is the point) like this one time we pretended there was water in the room and we swam across room and fought with crocodiles and a snake.

Oh there were so many things we did…One Day I told her we both have to talk loud as we are in a market and there is too much noise all around, And then next time we whispered as we were in jungle surrounded by dinosaurs

We still do a lot of things Crazy and fun.

One day we decided we will only talk in NATO phonetic Alphabets….Oh! that was tough and we could not continue it for more than half an hour ,For just to say “Bonita finish your food” meant

Bravo Oscar November IndiaTango Alpha Foxtrot India November IndiaSierra Hotel Yankee Oscar Uniform Romeo Foxtrot Oscar Oscar Delta

That was tough and we laughed more than we talked every time some big sentence came up

Anyways the point of all these were to introduce her to endless possibilities…having fun with whatever we had, teaching her to be naughty too….so in all these crazy moments we decided we will have alphabet days.

So on a B day every word would start with B

Bonita finish your food would be Bonita binish bour bood and then she would say bes bommy

One of the Tuesday afternoon after picking her from the gate where the school van drops off all the kids,we were in the lift and having this ‘B’ routine, there was one more kid in the lift.He must have enjoyed it a lot cos he told me Bauntie boo bar bo bunny

To which I said- Bank bou.Bi bam blad bou biked bit

He laughed and said this is fun I have to tell this to my friends

I asked him his name and he said I don’t like my name. That… that was the point I fell in love with his cute little kid…..You See I don’t like my name too ( It’s a long story will tell you some other day, Hope my parents are reading this ). So I told him I will call him chuckles cos I love the way he laughs. He laughed and agreed( and his names keeps changing Zuckles on a Zday,Nuckles on Nday)

Now I have to mention here,Even though we live in the same building Chuckles and I don’t meet that often due to different school timings

So next time we met it was a Z day and he joined in

Zello Zonita,he said

Bonita was happy to have a new Zriend and she said Zello Zuckles

Bonita told him she didn’t like one of her teachers and zuckles said that was normal and so on

And yesterday all of a sudden zuckles showed up at my door with his friends and asked me what day was it I said it was Zday and he grinned and said he loved Z

So all of us spoke about anything and everything in Z they laughed and rolled on floor.And told me they will have these funny days when they play.

Then one of the kids who was 6 years old said he hated math’s( he said Zi zate Zaths)….Everyone understood and sympathized

Then he asked me auntie can’t we live without learning math!

What??? there was a pin drop silent and all of them were looking at me And I was desperately trying to think of something clever.I said I didn’t like maths at all ( I really don’t) but some things in life you must learn, like riding a cycle…or learning how to swim…

How can math be like cycle zuckles asked?

Well, I told when you grow up you may  or may not need to ride a cycle but if you learn riding one you will learn how to balance and this will come handy in other things too…Similarly when you grow up you may not have to solve the same questions you solve now….But plus minus, multiplication, division, fractions…are the basic math which you will need in your day-to-day life.

So they all decided they will learn basic math ( atleast)except for one kid who loved math

Phew

So zuckles and zis zriends zaid zeir zoodzyes zand zent zaway

What a day we had…

Oh before I go… Today is Nday

No nave na neautiful nay nall nof nou nand Nake nare :)

In this restless World

I wanted to share some of my poetry and stories but today’s post just didn’t let me move on without it being written and shared…such are some topics..such are the ways of today’s world.
This world we live in has become a vessel containing hot air balloons( and in some cases volcanoes) waiting to explode.
every where I look I see frustration either bubbling inside threatening to erupt waiting for that one moment or constantly erupting on every thing big or small.
and this kind of rage isn’t just contained to one specific gender,group or age..its prevalent every where in every strata of society….people all eager to get hysterical over everything and historical too in case you know the “opponent”.
                                                        War over Dog poop

Mr. A took his dog out for a walk in a park and didn’t even bother to pick up the dog poop and was about to move on when Mr.B interrupted his walk and requested him to pick it up and throw it in a dustbin,to which Mr. A took offence and said how dare you tell me what to do? do you have any idea who I am, how much i earn..blah blah blah
Mr B unable to hold on to patience anymore started showing off his wealth,health and whatever he could manage…in between Mr.C who seemed to be sensible quietly picked up the dog poop, put it in a dustbin near and requested Both the “wealthy gentlemen” to go their own way and not scare kids around.
but hey….
so Mr B and Mr A joined hands and started arguing with Mr C over who told him to interfere, who does he think he is, people like Mr C do menial jobs in their office and so on..By the time president of RWA(Resident Welfare Association) came along with other members there was a big fight in the park which can easily qualify for the biggest war over dog poop ever..
                                                   Adults = Maturity ( rarely)

One day I was standing near the main gate of our colony (where the school van drops off kids) waiting for my daughter.There were groups of parents all around discussing life and kids and everything. That day one of the kids came crying from the school , when asked he told he got punishment over not doing his math homework.so began a three day long fight between parents and teachers over who is to be blamed. Since I have worked with kids someone asked me what to do and I asked if anyone from school or home has checked whether the kid has understood that chapter or not.
well what do you know no one did!
They were all so eager to blame the other party no one even bothered to ask the kid why he was not able to do the homework in the first place.

Two very different set of issues both ending in huge fights.If you think the examples I cited in this posts are lame trust me I could have written hundred more where a communal fight broke over garbage pits,people fighting over parking spaces,a child killing his teacher over test results…..people can fight and kill even for a bag of chips or a sale.

Take any news paper and its full of printed horror stories of yesterdays and today’s.

And they all point towards-

low self esteem

the restlessness

the subdued anger

lack/absence of patience and tolerance

The great wall of class,caste and religion

Now I ask you all what do you think of the above situations.
Don’t you guys feel that of all fights,arguments going around most can be easily solved if people use their head and give it a thought before jumping in?
Don’t you think in today’s world fight over religion has over powered the very reason they exist…faith in God?
Don’t you think we are such a frustrated lot that all our pent up anger just sits, accumulates more hatred and then one day erupts into a fire which leaves huge scars?
what happened to us,when and how did we forget we were kids too?
unless we all get up
not wait for someone else to take the first step
unless we all open our eyes
not just get up from the bed every day
unless we all start listening
not just let voices travel in the ear
unless we all speak out and support the right
not just for us but for others too
nothing will ever change
I will be there for you
will you be there for others too?

venez m’aider( Mayday)

one fine spring morning
I sat near a tiger in his cage
to entertain him
read poems from my blog page
I told him how I loved tigers
even the ones in zoo
and that we were not that different
as I was a carnivore too
I even sang him
a praise the tiger song
but somewhere something
went terribly wrong
for now I am in tigers belly
waiting for rescue
and reading my horoscope
just to get second view
It says Hola taurean
your chart has improved
last night mercury and venus
have danced and grooved
creative professionals
will reap benefits this week
singles get ready to mingle
and love will be on peak
it said my sun and mercury
are in travelling mode
and I should be walking
on a spiritual road
I should wear blue
and my lucky numbers are five and nine
and as long as I follow every thing
my life and luck will be fine
why the tiger would eat me
I am still puzzled looking for clues
It was my lucky day 5th
and I was wearing blue
It is dark in here,network is poor
leg space really bad
last meal is staring at me
and tiger is roaring mad
I was told he would not attack
cos his stomach is full
May be I shouldnt have told the tiger that
I was a taurean, a bull?
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