Upon noticing some Welsh town names as we cruised on A55 in a cab, I could not help conclude that all the broken keyboards with stuck keys and no backspacess are sent to Wales to christen their towns 🙂 An example – “Yr Wyddgrug” – that is actually a town name!! Here is another – “Llanwnnen”. Yet another – “Plwmp”. Go figure!!
There is a 10 digited number. It has 2 each of the following digits – 0,1,2,3 and 4. Funnily enough, the two 4s are separated by 4 digits in between them; the two 3s are separated by 3 digits in between them, the two 2s are separated by 2 digits in between them… by now you have guessed the rest – the same thing for 1s and 0s. Can you find some of those numbers? (There are multiple answers)
One more gem from 7 year old Nikita. Sharmila was walking on my legs to massage the calf muscles after a run as I lay on the floor. At some point, she had stepped right behind my knee – so I started yelling – “My ACL” (you have to be somewhat of a running geek to know the knee ligaments). Nikita, who was within earshot distance quietly asked Sharmila – “What is ACL? Is that his private parts?”. I was like “Go back to your Disney channel” and could not get off the floor laughing for a few minutes… 🙂
One more of those memorable comments from 7-year old Nikita. After a tiring week, I came back home and was relaxing with the newspaper when she came and asked me what I was reading. I said “Politics”. She pressed me for details. So, I told her – “It is about who will be our next President”. Curious how much she has learnt already, I asked her if she knew if I could stand for Presidential elections (I was not born in USA). She correctly pointed out – “No”. Impressed, I asked if she could explain why. She offered “Because you are not good enough?” 🙂
Last night Sharmila was lecturing me on why at least on the weekends I should sleep in and not wake up early. I asked her how else did she think I would get all the things done that I get done – speaking of which I asked her if she had noted I had started doing all the dishes every weekend without even she asking me to. And how come I never got Thanks? Her memorable response – “I was afraid if I talk about it, it will get jinxed” 🙂 I canceled the alarm 🙂
Last night, one more of those funny conversations ensued with my seven year old Nikita. I asked her if she would change her last name after she got married. Without even thinking, she said No. Curious, I asked, Why? Perhaps, because mommy did not change either? Pat came the reply – “No. I am sure I will land up marrying somebody with a funny name like Johnson Blackberryhead”. That pretty much settled it for me 🙂