It has been decided that the cute, tiny, three year old will be dressed as a tortoise. A basket , cane basket , is procured with much difficulty in todays , modern plastic world, covered in sheets of chart paper , cellotaped together .
Finally , painting the brown hexagons on the chart paper and drawing concentric hexagons inside each one . Fix a string to the side and tie it to the tummy of a small sleepy baby dressed in brown with a brown monkey cap .
When it was time to appear on the stage , the mother suddenly realised that she had forgotten to make the baby practice how to crawl .
The baby walks confidently onstage and begins "My name is H, I study in LkG and I have dressed up as a tortoise . " The camera wielding Mom is frantically gesturing the baby to crawl .
The baby reacts "Kya mamma ? Main kya bolun ."
The crowd erupts into laughter at this sweet display of innocence .
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Another fancy dress, another year , another baby .
She is tiny , grumpy , but agrees to wear a khadi kurta, and white tights. Chart paper comes to rescue again . A white gandhi topi , rose , plucked hastily from someone elses garden , and pinned on the chest . The three year old , like her sister , has just one dialogue -" I am chacha Nehru , and I love kids ." Shouldn't be difficult .
After dressing up the kid , it is time for the Mom to dress up , and for the life of her , she cant find a matching salwaar or dupatta.
Leaving a ransacked house in a mismatched dress , she lands up at the bakery to collect a plum cake as it is "Nehru's " birthday too . Meaning children's day , 14 th November .
At the tiny playschool , there is this upset sardar boy , whose Mom has dressed him up in a lehenga , he has cried and rubbed kajal all over his pretty face , thereby ruining his mascara and lipstick . A "Pirate ", has decided to fight all the trees lying in his path , and his cardboard sword has become limp , broken , the silver paper shredded . Another sleepy "superman " slouches in the corner .
Nehru is the only one with flawless speech delivery , and hearts swell . The sweet playschool teacher gives the plastic knife to Nehru for cake cutting and it doesn't cut .
The "Superman " alerts greedy fingers that cake "garam hai " (it is not ) , and the "Pirate " offers his cardboard sword ( hopelessly inadequate for cake cutting ), which "Nehru " snatches and whacks pirate right back with .
Minor scuffle and pandemonium later , a proper adult knife is procured , and all are seated peacefully , in various corners , relishing their cake . It is indeed , a success, after all .
Finally , painting the brown hexagons on the chart paper and drawing concentric hexagons inside each one . Fix a string to the side and tie it to the tummy of a small sleepy baby dressed in brown with a brown monkey cap .
When it was time to appear on the stage , the mother suddenly realised that she had forgotten to make the baby practice how to crawl .
The baby walks confidently onstage and begins "My name is H, I study in LkG and I have dressed up as a tortoise . " The camera wielding Mom is frantically gesturing the baby to crawl .
The baby reacts "Kya mamma ? Main kya bolun ."
The crowd erupts into laughter at this sweet display of innocence .
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Another fancy dress, another year , another baby .
She is tiny , grumpy , but agrees to wear a khadi kurta, and white tights. Chart paper comes to rescue again . A white gandhi topi , rose , plucked hastily from someone elses garden , and pinned on the chest . The three year old , like her sister , has just one dialogue -" I am chacha Nehru , and I love kids ." Shouldn't be difficult .
After dressing up the kid , it is time for the Mom to dress up , and for the life of her , she cant find a matching salwaar or dupatta.
Leaving a ransacked house in a mismatched dress , she lands up at the bakery to collect a plum cake as it is "Nehru's " birthday too . Meaning children's day , 14 th November .
At the tiny playschool , there is this upset sardar boy , whose Mom has dressed him up in a lehenga , he has cried and rubbed kajal all over his pretty face , thereby ruining his mascara and lipstick . A "Pirate ", has decided to fight all the trees lying in his path , and his cardboard sword has become limp , broken , the silver paper shredded . Another sleepy "superman " slouches in the corner .
Nehru is the only one with flawless speech delivery , and hearts swell . The sweet playschool teacher gives the plastic knife to Nehru for cake cutting and it doesn't cut .
The "Superman " alerts greedy fingers that cake "garam hai " (it is not ) , and the "Pirate " offers his cardboard sword ( hopelessly inadequate for cake cutting ), which "Nehru " snatches and whacks pirate right back with .
Minor scuffle and pandemonium later , a proper adult knife is procured , and all are seated peacefully , in various corners , relishing their cake . It is indeed , a success, after all .
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