something fishy!

The last two weeks, the Acha n Amma have been markedly displaying traits of the ancestors. The apes, I mean.
Except that instead of lice, we've been most occupied in locating boils/pimples/spots on each other.

The other night, while getting ready for bed, the Acha said,
"You think I'll be the first to get it? See, I have one on my head. Feel it..."
And the Amma obliged. Only to pooh-pooh it away as a heat boil.

And then said to the Acha, "I have one above my eyebrow.See..."
And I put my face closer.
At any sign of intimacy, as usual, one 5 yr old, very effective contraceptive inserted his head in between ours. He stared at my pimple, and said sadly,
"yeah, I can see it. I think its the fish pox!"

Sonny boy and the chickens.

Phew!
Sonny boy was over the worst of the pox on Wed. I mean to say that he was over his fever, which is a apparently a sign that there will be no more new lesions making their appearance. PHEW! With them boils making an appearance all over his back and front and neck and face and even his wee little willie, it is quite a relief-that.

The first couple of days, he did not see any on himself, since the lesions had confined themselves to his neck and back. But the 3rd day, when after his bath, I was putting Calamine on all the spots, he was busy pointing out all the ones I missed, and then when his whole body was spotted pink, he said in wonder,
"Amma, I never sawn so many chickens!"

I laughed in commiseration at that, and said that I had never 'sawn' so many either.

A colleague of the Acha had sent in neem leaves in plenty and Sonny boy's eyes widened when he was told that these were for him to scratch himself.
"With leaves only, Amma?"
"Yes!"
And then I told him that Goddess Durga (Amman)was in those neem leaves and she would help fight the pox off for him. We had a Amar Chitra Katha comic of Durga with us, so that night,I told him stories from that. He looked at the picture of Durga created by all the Gods and asked,
"How many hands Durga has?"
"One thousand," I replied.
"But I can't count thousand in this picture..."
"Well, the artist couldn't draw thousand arms here, but she does have thousand arms."

A thoughtful pause.
"I never sawn thousand arms before."
He looked up at me. "Even FourArms has only 4!" he burst out.
"Aah! Durga is stronger than FourArms," I said.
He looked down at the comic with renewed respect for Durga.
And immediately ran off to the puja room to check out Durga there!

The days were pretty ok, the tv was a blessed source of distraction, and for once, mother and son sat together for HOURS and watched cartoons. Sonny boy was quite delighted with the change in routine.
But the nights were a different matter entirely, with him starting to itch all over.
"Amma, its itching, eetching, eeeeeeeetching!!!"
Mon night, the husband went off to bring the Ammamma and I was alone with Sonny by. I had the neem leaves strewn all over the bed, and he saw them and his face was a picture to see. I told him that he was to sleep on the neem leaves and it would help the spots to heal faster.
He looked at me questioningly, then remembered the 1000-armed, more-powerful-than-FourArms Durga and climbed gingerly onto the leaves. And then was after me to have him covered with the neem leaves. He would keep tossing and turning and would want the neem leaves to toss and turn with him!! Now since the leaves wouldn't do that on their own, Amma was expected to help them do that. I did wish I hadn't been so emphatic about the neem helping his spots to heal. The first half of the night was spent fanning him with the neem leaves, then second half putting wet cloths on his forehead to bring the fever down. By dawn, I was exhausted, and told Sonny by that he could fan himself everywhere that itched, except for his back.

A sleepily vehement protest was met by an equally vehement denial and Sonny boy soon had the neem leaves in his hand and was fanning away his stomach and legs to glory. Yeah, I was a mean Amma, but right then, all I wanted to do was grab some shut-eye.
After some time, he gave the twigs back to me with a peremptory "Now your turn!"
And Amma was back to square one. It is simply amazing, how alert sleepy, sick 5 yr olds can be- the minute my eye drooped and my hand faltered, a voice would sound- Amma, don't stop!" and like a sentry being caught sleeping, Amma would start and get back to work.
In the morning, in a woebegone tone, "Amma, this chicken is not fun at all"
Amma agreed with him whole heartedly.

Pots and pans.

Today morning when he was drinking his milk seated in my lap, I spotted the first boily pimply looking thing.
But he wasn't itching, and he wasn't uncomfortable about them, so off he went to school.

In the afternoon when I called he was his cheerfully screaming self and when I asked L (the companion) she said that there weren't any pimples either.

In the evening when I charged home a little early and examined him, the rash was developing more pimply, and he was also starting to look a litle feverish, so off we went to the doctor. Who took one look at the 'pimples' I showed him and said very matter-of-factly- ah! he has chicken pox.

Ooh la la!

"Any more children at home?" he asked.
I shook my head vigorously.
"Good," he said. "Because otherwise they will also get it."

"Err.. no other children, doctor, only me and my husband who have never had chicken pox," I said and looked wryly at the doctor.

And he looked at me and I looked at him and both of our eyes twinkled and the good doctor said, "well, all I can say is that you're in for a good time, then." And we laughed together.

Of course, there were no medicines, except for the fever, and we were on our way out pronto. Outside the door, I called up the husband and informed him that it was chicken pox indeed. That Sonny boy was perfectly alright as of now, no itching or anything, except for a slight fever.

In the evening, after the husband also reached home, Sonny boy merrily cycled away, while both of us were left feeling itchy all over. And we laughed at each other's itching. While we still could. For I don't think it will be a laughing matter when we actually do start itching. HALP!

Later my Mom called up to enquire about what the doctor's verdict was on the rashes/pimples and while she was not too happy to learn that it was the pox, yet there was a measure of relief that he had got it young. Apparently, the older you are, the more severe an atack of chicken pox is.
Sonny boy importantly told his Ammamma-"Ammamma, I have chicken POTS."
And all of us collapsed in laughter.

Well, L told us that it was actually the Amman's blessing or something like that. I HAD heard it too. And all I can pray for is that the dear Amman gives us Her blessings all over again to help cope with Her blessing.

People, please send up a prayer for us.

Fibs, white lies and great gaping untruths.

Sigh! Sonny boy now tells lies at the drop of a question! Almost every day now, there's something or the other that he makes a story about.... he almost never replies to a question with a straightforward answer.

And he weaves his stories such, that I'm torn between admiration at his elaborate creativity and wanting to whack him for his made-up stories.


Sample this-

"What did you do in school today, Sonny boy?"
"Amma, today you know, A (in his class and a much heard name in our house) you know, hurt me."
"Why sweetie, what happened? what did he do?"
"He pushed me and I fell down and then he pushed the bench on my stomach..."

Now which mother could remain unconcerned on hearing all this? and not once or twice, but almost every day the same refrain would go on....

So the responsible parents went off to his teacher wanting to get to the root of the problem.
Only to gape in turn when she gaped at us and told us that A and Sonny boy were the best of friends.

Now they could be harmless fibs, but then, I'm getting worried at the total panache with which he spins his stories and sometimes he tells actual lies too, to get out of a sticky spot, for which I've scolded him, made him stand in a corner, beat him, and the ULTIMATE- told him that God is gonna punish him one day soon for being such a bad boy.

But to no avail. He continues his merry creativity.

I don't know whether I'm unnecessarily getting paranoid about it. But I DO wish he would stop lying to get out of being scolded. I'm at my wits' end to make him understand that it is better to listen to a scolding rather than tell lies to get out of one.

If this is a phase all 5 year old boys go through, I sure hope this phase ends sooooon. Sigh! Any similar situations out there in the blogosphere, people?

Speechless...

http://www.zeenews.com/Nation/2009-01-27/502033news.html
After all that hooliganism in a M'lore pub and the public outrage it raised across the nation, Pramod Mutalik, Chief of the Sri Rama Sene still has the guts to tell media that
'We' will not allow celebration of Valentine's Day in any form in the State.
Hello, WHO does he think he is?
He said he would submit memorandums to the CM, Home Minister and the Governor asking them to stop observance of the day.
Because Valentine's Day was not part of Indian culture.
So entertaining a feeling of love and friendship towards your fellow human being is against Indian Culture, but attacking and insulting them is?

The SRS State Convenor Gangadhar Kulkarni goes on record to say "if people celebrate the day despite our warning, then we will definitely attack them".
!!!!!??????

Isn't it rather pathetic that this is all the respect some sections of society have for our police and the law and order system?

Mutalik wonders if the parents of today's youngsters approve the culture their kids are following. I wonder if Mutalik thinks his parents are proud of their son?

Why on earth does India have this increasing incidence of jobless people laying down the law about how other people should live their lives? A Thackeray duo in Mumbai was bad enough, now this!

Why are the authorities standing and watching us becoming a nation of intolerant people? But then, with a CM who says that he 'will not allow the growth of pub culture' in Karnataka, what else can you expect?

Gah!
On second thoughts, A very happy Valentine's Day to you, Mutalik. May the spirit of St. Valentine make you realise your follies.