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Cab journey.

A colleague of mine has a kid of 3 odd years. He is the Gen-x kid I can say. On the way to our office yesterday she said that her son needs to go to school from next week and this is the first time he is stepping into the so-called life known as education. There we go - "how kids of today grasp, observe, talk and imitate all that they percieve" was the topic of general talking in the cab yesterday.

Our driver said "Oooh No way madam, you cannot answer their questions. They outsmart you in each and every possible way". He has a toddler too.

All of us nodded to confirm a "Yes". And that was when a new-joinee said "Hmmm we were not so forward in our thinking or probably we did not have the kind of exposure the kids of today have". Rest of us completely agreed.

It was just then we saw a Water-lorry zoom past our old and slow Sumo. Now what is a water-lorry? Let me explain that before I go ahead.

A tanker that loads up water from a nearby water source[either a water pump lifting the underground water or a river or a lake that hasn't dried up in this horrible summer] and travels to the residential apartments where water gets unloaded for the general use.

As my colleague saw this tanker she exclaimed "Water lorry" and started laughing. She later explained that her son recently saw a tanker spilling water when in motion and he shouted "Mamma lorry is doing susu." There was sudden burst of laughter. I gave it a little thought later.The kid's brain is so creative to make the non-living object full of life. Hope she shares more of his creative stories so that I put it up here.

I was connecting to the post I recently read on "Ahamkaara" where Sahana has written about such witty and inquistive stuffs her daughter comes up with.

With such light talks and discussions our cab journey which usually seemed to be a never ending journey, now has turned to become a smiling journey.

Comments

HaHaHa..Laughed reading this post...kids' dialogues relaxes us a lot...
KParthasarathi said…
The kids have a knack of saying unexpected things and sometimes embarassing too.They are innocent devoid of guile.
Enjoyed your post
Jack said…
Ashwini,

We learn a lot from children. It is fun as well as learning process when you interact with them. Visited given link and left my comment.

Take care
Bikram said…
kids are so intelligent thee days .. but they say what they see .. pure and true ..

we need to learn from the kids these days for sure

Bikram's
@Ranjana: hmmm their ideas, creative thoughts and their questions makes one keep their cool.

@Chitra: Thanks!!

@KParthsarathi: Yes I have heard a lot of embrassing stories too. Will put them up here when I get it composed.

@Jack: Being in the company of little ones is a pleasure. Thanks for getting to Sahana's page. She is one of the writer who captures various essence of life in a beautiful way.

@Bikram: I tell you they are more than intelligent.Nevertheless they are true and pure as you've said.Thanks for dropping by.
haha yeah Kids are such a blessing...how are you Ashwini? and sorry for not being here for this long...been busy with life and its crap.. i hope you are doing just fine..:-)
magiceye said…
we have a lot to learn from children!
abhinavr said…
lol... that was really funny :)
You have a nice blog.
@Mishi: I've been doing fine. Welcom back into the blog world again.

@magic eye: Definitely!

@Abhinav: Welcome to my space. Glad you liked the random stuff I rant about. Happy reading.
Unknown said…
out of the mouth of babes!! Love this post!!
I just recently started blogging. Would love to keep reading your blog. Please do visit mine...I think you may like my second post! Pretty similar to this one! :)
Suma Prabhu said…
Lol to the Kid's thought .. I remembered my kid saying raining nose when she had running nose. :)
BTW, Loved your photography in your other blog.
@Aa's Mom: Welcome here... Yes kids are always straight and without any thought they just go with the flow. Will surely visit your blog..

@Suma Prabhu: Ha ha haa:) that's indeed cute ~ rainy nose...

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