Well let me make it clear at the very onset of my blogging, this kid will be a focal point in most of my posts as she is the all and all in my life, the biggest stress buster I can lay my hands at.
A household to which I once belonged to only buzzes with one noisy music channel cracking the idiot box round the clock- 9XM. Hats off to the channel's marketing and publicity team which has made Pappu Can't Dance Saala a lullaby to which majority of the future generation sleeps to, including my little Bheegi Billi! The other day me and S were discussing the nitty-gritty of entertainment media and its intrusion into the domestic sphere. S told me his two naughty nephews too are hooked up to the channel whole day.
If I chase the childhood corridors again, my tomboyish skinny frame danced to only one song—Lakdi ki kaathi kaathi pe ghoda— from the movie Masoom. Mugging it by heart then, it was on my lips like a prayer. The three kids in the video, Urmila Matondkar, Jugal Hansraj and the third girlie whose name am still searching for, were not onscreen shapes but were a part of the friends' circle of the four-year-old me. Though Ma took me n R to the nearest cinema hall to watch the movie, I only remember enjoying the song and rest of the film reel got wasted in sleep and in between fights with R. Whenever the song appeared on Doordarshan, me and my Bluestar TV had a reason to giggle and I was totally chipkoed to the screen. Meeting my three dear pals.
After 24 years, my little G glues to the TV and is the biggest fan of the songs of the movie Race (in case a poll or survey is done). The girl doesn't even wink once so as not to miss a single glimpse of the hot babes who will become her role models tomorrow. Zarra Zarra Touch Me Touch Me.. and the girl is there. She will bring the roof down if there is a power failure or u switch to other channel. My almost retired Pa (not retired from work but from life!) has to bear with seeing the long legs, the noodle straps and the steamy scenes of Bips and Saif (Ufff) to give the little one company. Poor dad. The unrelenting lass wont give in to any of the baits and u end up seeing the chartbuster 30 times a day!
Then followed Pappu and the latest one is Singh is King title track.
Can I get her off all this reminding myself that she is nothing but just 22 months old and what impact the juke box is making on her. That she needs to be told and taught "better" things as part of a ground work on which her future will rest upon and not the in-house training for how to sway and look stunningly hot. Perhaps, she will eventually pick up all the ropes of the world as she will grow and bloom. But what should be my role?
My first visit to A's place cannot be missed to be mentioned here. As I entered the house, the three year old M was watching Ghatotkach on DVD and slowly eating her meal. Ghatotkach and Race! Some more time spending and the little one opened her collection of the written word for Neha Maashi. Guess what? Volumes and volumes of Ramayana (thinner ones though), Krishna etc….. A kept reciting the fables without losing a single breath and I was wondering what the hell is going on. I asked A that M likes no music. A answers: Not really. I went further: Does she watch 9XM? A: No way, the channel is off the hook here. And the conversation flowed..
Now am wondering whether I had been right in letting my baby do whatever she feels good at and be a silent observer to her nautankis (as her Godfather says never try to change the mood of kids) or be A's follower and put the girl on the track of epical bed time stories and day time stories and meal times stories and be merry that I have shunned the outside world to her!! Am yet to take my take on that. If any child psychologist reading, mind giving me help free of cost!
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