Childth sense

I am proposing that a new word be introduced called 'Childth Sense'. What does it mean? The noun means: a power of waking up at the exact time when you are not supposed to and then ask for all the attention : a keen distruptive attitude.

Let me explain with couple of examples.
Example 1: You are a lady and you have just completed your 100th lullaby and have fallen into deep sleep after feeding your baby upto the nose. As soon as your heart beat settles to the normal rythm, your sweety wakes up and cries at the top of the voice. The ability of the baby to identify this time is called the 'Childth Sense'

One more example.
Example 2: Its your wedding anniversary and you are planning to have a dinner together with your spouse at your home. The food is all ready, you smile and wait for appreciation from your hubby. He tastes it and smiles even wider and you are happy and you take the food to eat. The time at which your hand is about to reach your mouth will be the exact time when your baby wakes up and cries and brings the roof down.
(PS: Example 2 is relevant to only desi's who want to keep thier children with them always and not send to a day-care center).

Ok! One more example to make my bid stonger:
Example 3: You are in the bed with your spouse. You touch your spouse's hand, the fingers turns into a painting brush and run over from your partners forehead ..... ! Let me cut rest of the description and come to the point... you are ready to make love. You are ready...you have made sure that you have taken the precautions.... ready, set and gone.... your child wakes up and cries.....

The ability of a child's senses to identify and wake up at the instances where the child needs to be in deep sleep is called the 'Childth Sense'.

Pi ke Pat : A leaf out of my Calcutta days

I love Calcutta. The people are very nice and friendly. They are very accommodating. They treat you like God when you visit them. Feed you with the best sweets. Prepare some exotic dishes. Wow! The kindness of the Bengalis are unlimited.

I used to visit the road-side tea stall. These tea stalls were so differnet from the ones in Kerala or Madras. Only the boiling milk vessel indicated that it was a tea-stall, no shelter, no benches, no newspapers..... What I liked in the tea-stall is the cup in which they give tea. It was made up of clay. Almost everybody preferred drinking in the mud cup. The taste of the tea in mud-cup was so very different from drinking from a glass cup. You should drink it to understand. My good friend Abijith-da took me to the tea-stall and ordered for dui chai (two tea's) and told me it is called 'pi ke pat'. 'Pi ke pat' means, 'drink and throw(bang)'. You basically drink the tea and throw the cup hard so that it breaks . I laughed when I heard how they coined that word. Later I was addicted to it.

Then I started to have rasagollas in the earthen cup. Then had 'misthi doi' (sweet yoghurt). Man! that was lovely. Every thing that came in this mud cup had an extra taste. Its was like have a south-indian meal in a plantain leaf.
One day, we went to have 'Pani puri', and they loved to call it 'puchka' mmm. Me being new to Calcutta, did not know how to eat it. So the puchka walla gave me a leaf, nicely folded like a funnel head. Then he took the puri stuffed with masala, dipped it in the special water and then placed it in my leaf. I took the puri, drank the water and threw away the puri. And Abijith-da was jumping with laughter.... telling, this is not pi-ke-pat. You eat the puri too along with the water and finally when you are done, you throw away the leaf.

Wish I could go back to Calcutta and eat all those things again, those egg-rolls, those samosas (singada), those jilaybees, those milk sweets... those paan... thoose mudi (rice flakes with ground-nut, onion and chili and lemon), wish I could see the pandals during pujas, the decorated idols, the beautiful women, the friendly men, the jovial attitude, their intellectual thoughts and talks. mmmm!! Indeed a City of Joy. Man!!! Am I missing that life or what?