There was a wonderful quote in one of the Star Wars episode (I don’t remember which one) that went, “Truly wonderful the mind of a child is”. And you bet it is!
These days I am spending some terrific cheery times with my sister-in-law’s kids. It’s absolutely rejuvenating to be with them – there is so much constant banter, sincere reflections on little miracles growing up teaches you to ignore and the sheer joy of rediscovering the taken-for-granted facts of life, that you actually begin to believe that this world may not be such a bad place after all.
My nephew, Ads, is a certified prodigy. All of four, he comes up with the most dumbfounding questions and amazing statements. Conversations with him are an absolute delight – a patient and enthusiastic communicator, he wins your heart in less than a fraction of a second.
I thought it would be a good idea to record some of the interesting chats we both have had in the past couple of days – most, as you will notice, are perfect pearls of wisdom.
Ads: Are you an Indian?
Me: Yes, what about you?
Ads: I am an Indian, but I am crème.
Me: What about me?
Ads: You are also crème. But Indians are also brown.
Me: Do you like crème Indians or brown Indians?
Ads: I don’t care about crème or brown. I like all.
(The world has a lot to learn from you baby!)
Ads: What are people living in Chennai called? Chennaians?
Me: No, they are called Chennai-ites!
Ads: Why are they not called Chennaians, like Indians?
Me (without a convincing answer): Because Chennaians does not sound right. It is Chennai-ites!
Ads: So are you a Chennai-ite?
Me: Yes, but am also a Delhi-ite. I was in Delhi for a long long time. Like when you go to Delhi (My SIL is relocating to Delhi), you will become a Delhi-ite.
Ads (Emphatically): NO! I will be Indian – I will always remain Indian. I will not be Chennai-ite or Delhi-ite.
(Is one particular Maharashtrian listening?)
Ads: Guess what - I know all my numbers.
Me: Wow! Can you count?
Ads: Yes, I can count till 100, 1000, million, billion, zillion, gazillion.
Me: Wow! I can also count all the numbers.
Ads: Ok, you know infinity?
Me: Yes, when you cannot count, it’s infinity.
Ads: After what number does infinity come?
Me: After gazillion…
Ads: Why is not gazillion and one after gazillion?
(Can you please ask questions your age?)
Me: Do you like me Ads?
Ads: Yes I do.
Me: Oh, thank you (I then give him a “big hug” and a kiss to seal our friendship)
Ads: I rubbed your kissie – It’s not there now.
Me: It is still there, my kisses are permanent – they cannot be rubbed.
Ads (very sternly): Let’s not discuss this.
Me: Oh my god, Yukta (Ads’ 1 yr old sis) is meddling with the plug point, please pull her away Ads.
Ads: Yukta (pulling her away), get off, RIGHT NOW. You will now not play with us. Go to mommy right now!
Me: Ads, don’t be rough with her, she’s still a baby!
Ads (in a matter of fact manner): Yuvika, I can’t help it, SHE IS SUCH A PAIN!
Ads: I want to build my own Disney Park.
Me: Great, what all rides will you have?
Ads: Let me think about it. Around 50 rides like, airplane rides, buzz light year rides – then we will have people in costumes who will pretend to be cartoon characters – nobody will have to pay for food also.
Me: That sounds really good. So you will build it with your super powers? (Ads claims he is a super hero with super powers and their’s is the only super family in the whole universe)
Ads: Noooo, I can’t waste time waiting for magic to happen. I will have to start building it myself – with lot of hard work.
(very sensible for a 4-year old!)
Ads (at bed time): Tell me a nice violent story with lot of wild animals who kill and eat other wild animals.
Me: Ads why do you like so much violence?
Ads: I dunno, but I like violence.
Me: Won’t you get scared.
Ads: I can never get scared. I am a super hero, a power ranger. But sometimes my “bones” feel scared (Ads conveniently pushes off everything on his bones – his bones get angry, fussy, scared, hungry, irritating – but he is always the angel).
Me: Are your bones scared of wild animals?
Ads; No, we live in the city – there are no wild animals here. But can aliens come here?
Me: No, there are no aliens – these are just stories. We don’t know if aliens exist.
Ads: Even if they exist, do they hate human beings?
Ads: Why would they come to our planet then?
Me: Just to visit us, maybe they lost their way or something.
Ads: I don’t like this planet too much. I plan to destroy the whole planet and build a new planet.
Me: If you destroy the whole planet what will happen to me, mama, thatha, nani?
Ads: No, I will take all the nice people to the new planet.
Me: Good idea. Don’t take the bad people, don’t take thieves and robbers.
Ads: But what if the thieves promise not to do anything. Then I should give them a second chance, right? If they don’t behave themselves, we will drop them back to Earth.
(Love you, Ads!)
As and when I collect some more of the wise guy’s discourses, I promise to post them here – don’t want to lose these precious moments to memory.
More of Ads’ gems have been preserved for posterity by his mommy dearest here.