Ellie

Like many parents doting over their kids, I, too have bitten the soft toy bug. In retrospect, I’m thankful that UNLIKE many indian parents I didn’t keep him away from the real furry ones. Now that those happy-go-lucky inanimate ones that ruled over his days and nights are merely serving as pillows around his bed, I thought I’d write an ode to all of them and one in particular.

About eight years ago I bought a soft toy for my son. A plump grey elephant, with some pink on the ears and laughing eyes. I christened it, Ellie – a girl elephant. Not sure whether the idea was to make my son grow to be sort of gender neutral, or just that I liked the cute heart a lot. There were others too and Ellie found her friend in a tiger, a huge bunny, Noddy and a polar bear. And like all the bigger ones, looked down upon the smaller dolphin, panther and the dinosaur. Like all pachyderms, she loved a swirl in the water, coming out of it quite the perfect being, unlike the others trying to hide their limp tails. Being the only girl among the boys, she immediately found a protective friend in the tiger. Oh yea, she was one of the few allowed to ride him. But that was only until I had my way with the kiddo. Somehow my son lost all interest in Ellie soon enough. All my efforts to make him like that girl, failed and the only time my son held her was to hold her trunk and put her aside. That was one of the first lessons my son taught me about his choice on material things. And how he would absolutely resist me forcing mine on him. However, being possessive, he refused to share her with any one else too.

He stopped playing with his softs about a year ago, but doesn’t let me remove anyIMG_20160621_205403638. So, all of them sit there, aging. Unlike us, not worse off without use.

Ellie, the ever-smiling happy protagonist in this note, sits proud with her trunk perfectly poised, with the only regret of not having made any memories with her favorite people.

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Higher ground

The most happening part of my job these days is a very busy tree just outside my office. Being on the second floor, I’m privy to ‘ave’rything that goes around it.

The last few days has seen a very persistent woodpecker, with a blood red toupée and flamboyant spots, completely replacing the two bright green parrots that gave me company for a while.

This is big.

Now I have to stand there and check out the proceeding of its daily life instead of being constantly updated on my chair by the garrulous couple.

 

 

 

Lessons

Some of what twitter taught me..

Somethings in life should never be taken too seriously.

Like a good book, its hard to put down, but do it anyway.

Attention is easy to get, hard to live up to.

Calm down, its not going anywhere.

Given a choice, follow the funny one.

You can only be great at being yourself.

You’ll have only one Ex. Spare time. 

Everyone will go that extra  mile to not be like Facebook.

Usually a break from twitter is only for lunch hours.

Someone is always listening to your rants.

If not a loser, you’re God.

Not everyone who plays with words is smart.

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