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Bees Don’t Give us Honey
Yog (eating lunch): Mama, what do bees eat? Mama: Bees eat honey Yog: No Mama, Bees make honey for us. They don’t eat honey Mama: No Yog, Bees make honey for themselves. We take the honey from them Yog (thoughtful): So bees sell honey to us. What honey is left, they eat it? Mama (laughing internally): No Yog! Bees don’t sell honey to us! We steal honey from the bees Yog (shocked and adamant now): No Mama! That is not right! Bees give the honey to us. We don’t steal it from them Mama: Where did you learn that Bees give honey to us? Yog: My school book said, “Bees…
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The Master Key
I hereby make a prophecy that 20 years from now, Yog will become some form of automobile engineer. While a car mechanic is also an automobile engineer, like any other starry eyes mother, I think he will be somewhere in the likes of Dilip Chaabria or working with the ISRO on the creating the shuttle to reach the black hole near Saturn. This prophecy is based on a simple fact that ever since Yog was able to focus his two eyes together, he is just obsessed with engines, cycles, bikes, cars, tractors, trucks and aeroplanes. For someone like me, who just not into automobiles of any kind, this is really…
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Read Me from Inside
When I was growing up, I used books to help me find my way in life. Not the way, one would traditionally expect books to be used (by reading them). Whenever in doubt, I remember opening a random book at a random page and reading out a random line from that page. I was once told that random lines, like these, can help one find the answer they are seeking. Looking back, I understand how it worked. The random line helped put into words, the deepest thought that I was not able to find on my own. The answer was always there inside me, but sometimes it needed a…
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Learning about the World
Morning walks with Yog have now transformed from “Learning to Walk” exercise, to “Learning about his World” exercise. We walk less, but stoop more to pick up things from the road. He feels almost every fallen item on the road to explore its colour and texture. If there is something very interesting (usually a stone or a shiny wrapper), he decides to sit down on the road or on the mud alongside the road to give the item its full attention. In the initial days, I used to worry about hygiene and infections, but I figured the amount of learning involved for him in this whole exercise is much more than…
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