Bingo was her name - o

While going to the bus stop every morning we have befriended a dog that Jispa has christened ‘cute cute bingo’. This is the one that she plays with everyday and we get glucose biscuits for.
She likes cute cute bingo as she lets Jispa play with her, hug he, massage her ears etc. also she is very stable and does not lick around. She merely comes close and smells. Jispa likes that a lot.
Here they are – two peas in a pod

Here she is playing in the morning at the public bus stop next her bus stop.

logical conversations

Today morning Jispa and me were off to her bus stop in a taxi. Suddenly Jispa tells me that the taxi’s ears are near the steering wheel. ‘taxi ears?’ I ask. ‘Ya, they are near the steering wheel, see’. ‘Huh? Where are the ears?’ ‘not ears, GEARS’. ‘oh those, yup. They are near the steering wheel.’ Me continuing with bewildered expression. ‘Who told you that’? ‘I was seeing that the taxi has no gears down. But how can a car be without gears, it must have gears. But I cannot see them. Then I saw him moving that up and down so those are the gears’. Ok now I am impressed. She figured out the hand gears. Hmmm. She is quite the analytical types. I think I have said this before, I like her train of thought. She has a clear logical thought processing centre. Most of the times I like ot ask her how she knows and from where she learnt. It’s quite funny. She knows from where she picked what up. It’s either a show of her memory or a show of her logical skills. It is my most favorite time pass. She is a delight to talk to. Every morning it’s absolutely amazing to have conversations with her.

bumbai ki taxi

Taxi's in Mumbai are quite wierd. Here is one taxi. I have photograhed the interiors.
The switch on his steering is the horn!
Taxi's used to hang CD's as a fad; this guy - well take a close look - has a cut out of a - aaaa... a motherboard?!!??
the ceiling of his taxi has an interesting saying - wife is knife, will cut your life
this is the image right above the passenger seat. hmmm.. kinda goes well with the earlier saying.
this is not the same taxi but another one. he has obviously kept a photo of his 'wife' in his wallet.

Happy Sad, Sad Happy

There are happy people and there are sad people. happy people remain happy and sad people remain sad. Happy people find happiness in all that they do, sad people find sadness in their work. Happy people can’t be sad and sad people can’t be happy. You cannot make happy people come out of happiness for long and you can’t make a sad person come out of sadness for long. They go back to their destined status of happiness or sadness. You cannot change their nature. Try to make happy people sad and sad people happy is guaranteed to make you sad. So if you are a sad person go ahead do it. If you are a happy person – avoid it. But if you are a happy person you can’t see a person sad so you will try to do it and if you are a sad person then you will automatically spread sadness but then happy people will soon avoid you. Everyone reaches true nature fast. Of course true nature is not always extremes but yes you care broadly on the right or on the left and typically the polarities exist pretty predominantly. So there, the secret to happiness or sadness (whatever you are is no relation to what you desire) is there within you. So do not seek happiness. If you are happy, you will be happy; if you are the sad types then you will be sad. Recognizing your true self will give you less conflict. The problem is when you try to be something else or when you try to make someone something else. People will feel uncomfortable with their fake self and reach their equilibrium fast. Understand that, understand yours. Live your life!

like father like daughter - speed

This blog is going to become more about me than my daughter. Heheheh.. (evil snigger).
On Saturday was Jispa’s school sports day. She was quite excited about it. Everybody expected her to win; she kept winning in all the trials leading to the day. I am firm that I do not want any burden of expectation on her while sets off for her race. The last thing she wants is for us to say – win win win… so I did not even give her a ‘best of luck’ wish. Go perform and leave the rest to… well…. to rest. To cut short – she won, by a mile. What I liked that when I saw her run, is her technique. Lots of kids were running but she ran well balanced and in control. She is fast. You realize only when you see her next to her age group. Post that race was the parent’s race. I so wanted to win this one. The burden of expectations I wittingly put on myself. But I wanted to test my speed against the others there are. The race started and I started running. It was a 70 meter race and soon I realized that it does require too much effort. I was winning by a mile as well. I slowed up and completed without so much as breathing hard. I guess it’s not so much my fitness but the others lack of. I saw the other fathers with all well toned gym bodies but it seems no speed. I guess the burst of speed required for a short run is different from the muscle mass built. But I sure loved the win. The buzz (in my head of course) did not subside till Sunday.

I liked it when the other parents were saying – now we know where Jispa gets her speed from.

I am more excited about winning my self than about Jispa winning. That’s because of the quiet confidence that I had in Jispa winning. I was pretty sure she would win. It was like an expected result. But me winning was not expected by me. So I guess it’s not megalomania but more of faith in Jispa. It seems that I have nicely put it and deflected the accusation. But I am quite convinced about it! :)

We saw Taare Zammen par a second time. Jispa continues to amaze us with her razor sharp memory. She remembered a few scenes and quickly predicted what next. Very very quickly.

here is jispa sleeping with chocolate brownie and pooh bear

PTM's a breeze with a star

Friday was parents teachers meeting at Jippy’s school. Jispa is quite a good girl and obedient. She is also fairly ahead of the class in most activities. We listen to stories of her being the star of the class etc. well I guess it’s a good thing. Let’s see how she grows up. Kids have a habit of short circuiting by the time they graduate.
They have a board on which the parents have to write some notes for their kid and last time around we wrote something funny. this time around I decided to get even more funnier. I wrote some rhyming stuff about silly billy rumpa killy. Jispa told me that the teacher read out all the notes in class and then at the last she read her note again. I have this knack of writing utter nonsense and getting away with it in the name of irreverence. But I like the fact that Jispa is getting exposed to different sorts of humour. Her entire class enjoyed it, it seems. Way to go. Now I feel proud. I am a self conceited arrogant ass. All that star kid thing is nothing compared to this!

Jispa has been eating carrots everyday – reason – her teacher told her that eating carrots gives you sparkling eyes. She didn’t like them before. Now also she cant finish them all but that does not stop her from attacking a carrot every morning and then feeding the last half to us.

Check it out…


We told her teachers about chakram. Now I draw her, a chakram on her hand before she goes to school. She loves it! This is the same chakram whose adventures are drawn on our walls.

random random

This shit is becoming a routine. Every day I come in to office early and the take an interview. I need people and since I come in early I get them in early as well. This leaves me little time for my blog. This blog is something that I cherish so much. Hopefully it becomes a body of work over a large period of time. I guess the trick is to dedicatedly write something or the other. Jispa is of course the most important part of the blog. I doubt if I could have written if not for Jispa.
One other interview was happening and the dame casually mentioned that she blogged. Now we wanted her to show some of the work that she wrote. I just googled her and got to her blog site and submitted that to the boss to evaluate. She passed! Great. But then she got engaged to be married in Delhi so she could not get the job. But goes to show how far a blog can go. There are tons of privacy issues as well. God knows how all read my blog. Who knows who will read and psychoanalyze my blog to figure out what an ass I am? Well as of now I don’t care. I can always turn it off from the Google crawlers and there you are - privacy resumed.
This piece is also written over a couple of sittings. Obviously between interviews. The balance of power has shifted from the interviewer to the interviewee. They don’t even get their CV’s printed these days. But I don’t blame them. I don’t remember the last time I printed my CV. I hardly made my CV since a long time. That’s what you get for being happy and content. Shit will hit you and you won’t expect it!

I redecorated the desk. Jispa was my interior decorator.