That four letter word !!!

There is one four letter word, whose power is fully appreciated by the President of the United States and

every wife in this world !!

VETO !!

Is is more powerful than other four letter words used by both the President and every wife in this world (against anyone and everyone who comes in their path).

Personally, I have not been very smart at dealing with my wife's VETO's but I am learning from the best teacher in the business, my daughter !!

1. Act in a certain way that will surely evoke a negative response
2. once the parent (or spouse ) is totally pissed off ...
3. then make it appear as though that act was not intended or it is not that important to you and you are ready to accept the new terms and conditions
4. this leaves the other person in shock because they cannot continue to scream at you (you have taken the "its okay" stance), and they are still mad because you did what you did and got away with it !!

the best part is that Jr. wants us to suggest the alternative ! That is what she was after in the first place, but she chooses this roundabout method to get things done her way.

Kids are amazing manipulators !!

Example :

Jr. goes and takes soem fried goodies from a jar knowing that it will be VETO'ed (considering she is throwing up and has a fever).. we VETO it. Then out of pity we say "okay you can have some cookies instead".. she KNOWS we will say that !!! When she smiles that crooked simle with the cookies in her hand, we realize we have been conned !!

Too fast for daddy..

Baby has just turned six months old this week. To celebrate, she has learnt to stand up by holding on to the couch, table etc.,




We werent expecting to to clear our coffee table yet.. but we have to now. Car keys, camera, cell phone , pager are been subjected to "drool rain" !!

I have also realized that I am getting too old for this. With Jr. I could chase her down and not lose my temper.. with this one, I just cant handle it! In a manner that would make Tom Cruise proud, once she has accepted the mission (to go drool on or chomp on some object, be it mommy's slippers or some wiring), she is so persistant that even if I turn her in a different direction in some other part of the room, she comes back to finish off the mission.

Boy, are we in trouble !?!

Moving ................. again .....

Moving twice within 7 weeks. First we moved from our big house to a little apartment. Now we are finally moving from the little apartment to our new big house !!





I have lost count of the number of times I have been cursed, blamed, accused over the last seven weeks of making a bad move.

Finally managed to make everyone happy. Needless to say, we have spent everything we ever earned so far, everything we will earn over the next thirty years and anything else we have on this gamble of moving to Cupertino.

But the house is sure to make us happy, especially the big back yard. We cross all the Apple computer buildings on our way to the house. It is a quiet neighborhood and we are looking towards a very positive experience..

Here's to Appletown !!

Calling me names..

Jr. comes back from school and insists on having a little re-enactment of school proceedings at home. This is her way of sharing her day with us.

This brings back so many memories. As a kid I never got to go for Kindergarten. There was no school near my home and the only school started at First grade. So my parents took me to this school. I was four years old. Anyways, the story(as told by my mom around 1,540,876 times to date) is that the principal asked me for my favorite color and I said "Indigo".. At this point she was pleasantly surprised and asked me what colors I know and instead of reeling out the conventional blue or red, I told her the VIBGYOR colors of the Rainbow.

If I had done the same thing in the United States, they would have probably decided that I was precociously "gay" and thrown me in some special school for gay and lesbians. But, it happened in the seventies in South India and I really lucked out going to one of the best schools in the country (and it so happens that I am not gay, just a guy who likes Rainbows!!). The downside ? The principal decided that, while I wasnt physically mature enough to open my pant buttons by myself to go pee, I was smart enough to enter first grade at the age of four. That decision has cost me all my life !! But the story is not about that... so moving on..

By the time my brother was ready to go to school two years later, they had started Kindergarten (LKG and UKG). But there was a shortage of kids in UKG and so the poor guy was promoted to UKG when he should have been in LKG. I still envied him then because he was taught nursery rhymes, had play time etc., and he would come home and teach us a little class before bedtime. He was the teacher, dad and myself were students and sometimes mom was the student and sometimes she was "Hamsa Aaaya", the helper lady who helped the kids with anything from injuries on the playground to going pee-pee!!

Jr. does the exact same thing thirty something years later. She sits on a chair, makes us do "circle time", makes us raise our hands when our names are called, gives us punishment, and insists on calling us with names of her fellow students at school.
Of course we have to call her Miss "xyz" or Miss "abc" since she is the teacher !!

Recently, I was promoted to assitant teacher at home. Guess what she said ?

She looked at my wife and mother in law and said "boys and girls, from now on you have to listen to him just like you listen to me. From now on you have to listen to
Miss Daddy !!!!"

Blogger comments..

Today while posting a response to a comment on my post, I noticed a handicapped sign next to the box where we type the word verification..

being naturally curious I clicked on it and it actually dictated some numbers. I had to type the numbers as I heard them and that verification worked.

This is any day better than trying to figure out the words to verify.. especially with gqqgbdq or vwwmnw in bright red staggered so you dont know where the v ends and the w starts.

So, from now on, I take the handicapped option. Suits me right, considering that I usually hit the automatic door open button for the handicapped in most buildings !!

My handicap ? I get pissed off too easily!!!!