I broke a nail

My French manicure has gone down the drain and it was just two days old. This just proves that baby sitting is a tough job. It is not meant for the faint hearted. It is exhausting as it involves a serious amount of running around, picking up from class, dropping to class, cleaning around etc. Especially when you are dealing with a cranky two year old, an accident prone six year old and a highly demanding twelve year old. Not that it’s not fun. I just adore kids particularly when they are asleep. Until last year I myself was a kid and I simply adored myself. But they do get on your nerves at times.

Research has shown that the attention span of children is steadily decreasing as we are advancing in technology. Even the amount of information that they can register is declining. Not true. I have proof. It’s easy and can be safely performed at home. The first step is to switch on your television set to a music channel. Now place your two year old gently before it. The child will not respond to any name calling, actions, food ,anything. The eyes will be fixed till you don’t switch it off. Theorem one hence proved. Now for the second theorem we take the same child and play a number the have heard before. If you are lucky along with the out of tune lyrics you will be rewarded with a hip jiggling number (inclusive of all the matkas and jhatkas ) . This justifies that they have a much higher memory power than what we had at their age.
To perform the next experiment we will need half a dozen two year olds. Place them in a room full of toys and games and awesome goodies. Now to stimulate the reaction place a cranky kid in the centre of the room, in a few seconds you will observe loud noises coming from the room. On entering the room you will observe that every single child is howling at the top of their lungs. You have just been successful in stimulating a chain reaction using children.

Being six is a tough job. You have just entered second grade which is so much tougher than the first grade. You have suddenly lost your front teeth. This time when peer pressure starts coming around. Other than school you are juggling violin lessons, piano lessons, basket ball class, swimming lesson and an extra math class. And along with all of this you are turning seven in a week. You have to have the best birthday bash. It has to have everything- tattoo artists, hair braiding, magicians , jugglers ,jewellery making, puppet show, big screen movie, horse riding, ferries wheel, toy train etc. But you don’t want to go too overboard. You have to appear original at the same time. To top it off you realise the violin and piano lessons are a waste of time , you are actually interested in pop rock. I was at shoppers with my cousin looking for a birthday dress. When all of a sudden she went missing. Then we heard loud noises coming from the dressing room and there she was singing the very famous temperature by Sean Paul after locking herself up in the room. I think this much pressure is enough to blow the top off any kid. To top it off she broke a finger at her basket ball class. Ouch.

I think being twelve is the most difficult part of ones life. It’s a state of confusion when only those things that are wrong appear right. You firmly start to believe in its either my way or the highway. Your body is developing in a weird way. Stuff is happening. You have finally reached the stage where you can’t buy clothing from kids stores cause they don’t stock your size. You can finally wear adult clothing. Then you see Kareena Kapoor and you decide to give up food. You even start wearing clothes similar to hers but your parents have a problem with that. Guys have finally started noticing you( they are finally over the cuddy’s phase). And then hell breaks loose. It’s the worst time of your life. You don’t know how you will ever face the world again. You have developed a zit. You are desperate to get rid of it. You have spoken to your mum, all your aunts, and grand mum about it. You have tried all their remedies, given up oil and your favourite chocolates. You have also consulted a dermatologist. But the zit is still persistent. And that’s not the only problem in life. You suddenly realise you are being pushed harder to study. Your parents have already started talking about the IITs and the wonderful careers they never had. You finally end up feeling like an ugly duckling with an older woman’s wardrobe and demented parents.

But honey,
Dats life