So, Nikita came back home from her dancing lesson, extremely excited. She ran upstairs fast, hunted me down and loudly started explaining how her mom had nearly lost her iPad. In gory detail, she told me how mom borrowed her iPad to keep herself busy when she was dancing but left it when she was helping her with the ghungroos at the end of the dance lesson. Anyways, ten minutes of panic (after they realized it in the car) later, they found out that the teacher had seen it and safely locked it up. And she was nice enough to come back, reopen the class and hand the ipad back over to Nikita.

After the carefully detailed explanation that were interspersed with numerous “She nearly lost my iPad”, Nikita looked at me expectantly. I coolly asked her “So, what did you learn from this episode?”. Her face went red – she was livid. She was expecting that her mom should be in trouble.

Finally, she got a hold of herself and said “Never to trust mommy with my stuff” and stormed off.

Came back in 10 seconds and finished her sentiment. “… or you with fairness”.

If she was not mad already, I would have laughed my head off 🙂

Sharmila and I were showing Nikita her sonogram and pictures from right after she was born. She had some of the most curious and hilarious questions.

She looked at her really pale picture a few minutes after birth, looked at me straight and asked “I was born an American”? ( I am like “Of course. What did you think?” It took me a second to realize she thought she was born white 🙂 )

She pointed to a clip near her navel. So I explained how she got oxygen before birth, the umbilical cord after birth and all that. She listened intently and then said “You mean to say you cut my ‘extension’ cord”? 🙂

Funny!

Just dropped Natasha at some High School Math competition. Also known as the Saturday Morning Asian Kids Get Together 🙂 The greatest attraction was the grand spectacle of their parents’ parking skills. Every parking was a 19-point attempt – invariably settling down after crossing the white line. 🙂 All this, if they decided not to double park, i.e. !!

This is too funny. (Unless you follow NFL, the humor might be lost)

Five years I have been parking my car at the North Gold parking at Atlanta airport every single week. Have seen a lot of things – but an open wine bottle – pretty costly at that – with almost all the wine still in it – that is a first!!
Evidently, I have been missing all the real tailgate parties 🙂
I hope there will be some cheese left in front of my car when I return 🙂

And if it was not a party, then what were they thinking? If there is anything more dangerous than drinking and driving, it is drinking and parking. Accidents cause people 🙂 🙂

Today is “wacky socks” day at school for Nikita. I am always delighted by the luxuries of life kids of our generation enjoy. Most of my school life, I had just one pair of socks. I suspect though, after the passage of certain time, they also became wacky :-).
As I came down the stairs this morning, I saw Nikita at the breakfast nook with these socks on. Just to get her charged up a little early in the morning, I loudly said “They live up to their name alright”.
She kept her calm – except as I passed her, I heard her muttering under her breath – “This, from the guy who shaves his head” 🙂

Touche again!

I love the NFL this year. It is like there are three teams playing against each other – the home team, the visiting team and the replacement refs! 🙂

This morning, I overheard Natasha (14 years) talking to her mom about some friend of hers breaking up with her boyfriend. I was half following the conversation when I heard her say “.. Boys are so mushy mushy”. In a valiant effort to defend my brethren, I immediately threw the penalty flag and engaged myself in the conversation. “What do mean boys are mushy mushy”, I ventured to ask. The response, befitting any self righteous teenager (which I think means all of them ), was swift and garrulous 🙂 The flurry of words ended with something like “… He was overdoing the boyfriend thing”. Not to be cowed down, I pressed on

I: “How do you know when he is “overdoing” it?”.

Tasha: “Well, when the boy becomes possessive”.

I: “All boys become possessive of their girlfriends. I know I was”.

Tasha: “And see how well they turned out for you”.

Touche!

[Mentally, I was like “Dang it, Rajib, next time stick to engaging in verbal duels with Nikita (8 years). You cannot out speak a teenager and it is absolutely pointless to do so with the wife anyways. Invariably it will end with a sigh and a “Fine” which means you have inevitably reached the point where it is anything but” :-)]

My flight this morning was horribly late and I gave up all hopes of going back home to change and went straight to office in jeans and my printed shirt (see pic) to some hilarious effects.
The classiest one was from Dudley – “Boss, the 70s called. They want their shirt back” 🙂

This captures the craze for iPhone 5 very subtly and suitably!!