Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Linguipriversexclusion

Or What is, isn't*




In Life, the Universe and Everything, Douglas Adams wrote about the wonderful concept of Bistromathics and, in particular, Recipriversexclusion - a number whose existence can only be defined as being anything other than itself.

In Manu’s own life, universe and everything, there are times when he says inappropriate things, and when berated for those indiscretions, turns things around so completely, that the situation can only be described by a unique term, drawn from Adams’ work, that I’d like to call Linguipriversexclusion.  Though that doesn’t mean the phenomenon is unique.  It is not, most certainly not, and if you’re a parent, you’ve experienced this before, or definitely will at some stage.

Here are a couple of examples to illustrate, and I put these down only because they’re the funniest of the lot.  Also, note that we speak a lot of Tamil at home.  Relevant Tamil words are italicised and [transliterated in parenthesis].

Case in point #1 – Pesticide
A couple of weeks back, I was putting Manu to bed.  It was past his bedtime and, as is his wont, he did something (can’t remember what) that resulted in further delay.  I said I’ll call in the Aanai Cat if he continued to do whatever it was, when he said, “You will buy a hit from me”, which I assume to be the equivalent for “[Nee en-kitte adi vaanguve]” in Tamil, meaning “You will get hit by me”.  Angry, I sternly asked him if he could say such things. 

Linguipriversexclusion (translated):  I did not mean that hit.  I meant the Hit that you use on mosquitoes.  Or if you want, I’ll give you a herbal mosquito repellent.  These last three words he read off a can of the stuff that was on the bedside table!

Case in point #2 – Nouvelle cuisine?
Usual altercation with Manu, and he said [Po-da] to me.  Once again, I asked him if he could use such language. 

Linguipriversexclusion (translated):  I did not say [Po-da].  I said “Po-da-v”.  It is a dish that Amma makes.  She makes it only for me, so you don’t know about it.

Experienced parents, please tell me – what more do I need to prepare for?

* for another use of this term, see here.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

This is IT !

Previously unreleased photos and footage of the stage rehearsal at Music Academy on 13 Feb 2010 (11.00 am).  Video and picture quality regretted - clandestine videography and photography are the reasons!


Pic 1: The entire cast


Pic 2: Zoomed up.  Manu is the kid first from right.


Pic 3:  Manu is 7th from right.




And the one we've all (really?) been waiting for: 

Monday, January 4, 2010

Deadly sin #4b - Greed about greed

This happened a few weeks back.  I was driving Manu back home, and he had an open pack of potato wafers in his hand.  He was munching this on the way, and when I asked him for some, he readily gave me a few (very unnatural of him!)...and then a few more upon request, and so on... In a few minutes, the pack (small one) was over.  So instead of driving straight home, I went to the nearest shop, and bought him 2 new packets.


Thinking that this was a good opportunity to tell him about sharing, and how you end up getting more when you share (proverbially, mostly, of course), I gave him my mini-lecture.  His eyes lit up!  And then he asked me:


"Appa, if I share with you again tomorrow, will you please buy me 2 more packets?"


Lesson learnt:  Sometimes, a no reward-no sermon policy helps!

Saturday, December 5, 2009

MANU IS VARI TOLL

Manu has been spelling words and phonetically understanding and reading short words for some time now.  But today is a landmark day...this morning, he wrote his first sentence on the newspaper !!!


Friday, October 16, 2009

Negotiation skills

So, Aarti and I bought Manu a set of plastic scissors with fun cutting blades (interchangeable, he’s got 6 of them!).  His latest stunt, therefore, is to put all these scissors in a basket, carry it on his head, and “sell them”.  And just to tease us, he doesn’t “sell” us scissors in any of the colours he has in the basket; rather, he insists that we ask for a colour that he doesn’t have, which he will then “sell” to us.

Now a couple of days back, he started his game as usual, so I decided to have some fun as well…

Manu: Appa, what colour scissors do you want?
Ani:     Purple (a colour he doesn’t have)
M:       OK, here’s purple for you.  Give me money.
A:        How much money?
M:       Five rupees.
A:        That’s too much, quote lower.
M:       OK, one rupees (sic)
A:        Still too high.
M:       Two rupees?  Then, very sweetly… Is that also too much?
A:        Yes.
M:       OK, then give me five rupees !!!

He’s certainly not in a hurry for a hot-shot career in sales, I can see…

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