Tuesday, 9 May 2017

Riddles

Day 1.
I teach my 6 yrs old son what riddles are . He immediately comes up with his own.
Son : Mum, there is a light bulb. I switch it on but the bulb doesn't glow, why ????
Myself : maybe the bulb is broken.🤔
Son : wrong, the bulb is not on the holder 😉😂😂
Myself : 😏

Day 2.
He comes with another riddle.
Son : Mum , there is another bulb now. I switch it on but this again doesn't glow, why ??  😁😁😁
Myself ( with complete confidence ) : because this another bulb is also not on the holder... 😎😎
Son : wrong... It's because there is no power 😂😂😂😂😂
Myself : I shouldn't have taught you what riddles are !!!!! 😏🤐😠

We think we know more than them and yet we become fools before them. Hence, Respect kids and do not underestimate the power of young kids ... 😨

Sunday, 7 May 2017

Giggles

Working and having a career has always been my dream. Nonetheless I want to earn a little pocket money too. Being independent financially has been my goal.

Many years ago during my post graduation I happened to take private tuitions to 2 children who lived in the vicinity. Every evening these kids filled up my room with their noise of learning and reading . I  received fees just to suffice my parlour expenses and the fuel for my scooter.  One student was a girl (Ms G) studying in 4th and the other was a boy studying in 7th. It was a delight to have them intrude my privacy and later on become a part of my memories.

One day Ms G came to me with plenty of homework to complete by next morning. With loads of homework and less time in hand the child started to panic. She forgot the concept taught , hence , it was taking longer to complete. First I had to ensure that she learnt the concept before she began her homework. When she finally understood how to do the exercises the time had flew and she had to leave as her mum came to pick her up. Ms G began to weep. She cried " Akka, I still haven't finished even half of my homework, what should I do now?" I was heartbroken looking her helpless.  I spoke to her mother , assured her that I shall drop Ms G home safely, and sent the mother home. I sat with the child and started shooting out the answers and Ms G wrote with the same speed. I helped her cheat . I didn't regret doing it because it was schools fault to have given a large quantity of homework.

Next day Ms G comes home running and stands before me huffing and puffing. I ask her the reason for her run. With a triumphant smile she tells me " Akka, I was the only child who completed all her homework yesterday. Ma'am praised me and yelled at all others." Both of us stare for a second or two and burst out laughing. I tell her to keep our little secret locked up and never to reveal it to anyone until now that I revealed it in my blog. Ooops.... Sorry.