Another Night and some more Nursery Rhymes.

Sometime in 2012, I remember writing a post titled “Nights and Nursery Rhymes” and since the time I posted about the Bloggers Meet I’ve this post dancing on my mind. I better get the post out on my blog before it breaks me up with it’s break dance moves. ☺

Coming back to Nights and Nursery Rhymes, when I posted that I was a young mother of just two daughters. Much has changed in my life since that post. The biggest change- my son! Who has come in our lives bringing in the gaiety we needed much.

Before his arrival, my nightly adventure of singing nursery rhymes ( I call it adventure ‘cause for somebody with my voice quality, it is an adventure, alright?) with my daughters duo had silently progressed to nightly reading cozy up time. Thanks to all these bedtime reading, my six year old can read unaided now.

But the Nursery rhyme chanting days have returned. I do it for my sonny boy while the daughters team wait for their daily dose of reading session.

I just realized that my boy’s pick of rhymes differs from his sisters and the length is very short compared to all the night-long singing my girls made me suffer into.

My boy just needs me to tug him in his beddings and then he turns towards my side and hugs me tight. Then he says, ”Seeping?”

That’s the cue! He actually wants me to sing, “ Are you sleeping?” He waits impatiently for me to finish the “ding…ding…dong!” Excited he kisses me on the lips and sheepishly grinning at the same time asks for “Donny Donny”.

I continue, ”Johnny Johnny, Yes Papa” and smile to his act of nodding and shaking his head to the song. But the best is the last part of this song when he goes, “Ha..ka…ka..” instead of “Ha…ha…ha..” He looks so adorable with his “Ha…Ka…ka..” so I nibble on his ears and he shoves me with a nasty,”Dumpy!”

So I start the ‘Dumpy’ song. Don’t know what it is? Never heard of it? It’s Humpty Dumpty silly. Caught You!

So I sing the "Humpty Dumpty" song. When that comes to an end, he asks, "Bag su?"

Well, his infant tongue can conjure up his own connotations. " Bag su", I assume comes from "...bags full" from the "Baa..Baa...Black Sheep."

I sing that too. He is a naughty little boy, my dear boy. He climbs on me and kisses me again and again till I threaten him that I will stop singing if he doesn't stop that. He instantly drops down to his spot on the bed.

"Moo...Moo Cow!" he orders. And I sing, "Old Mac Donald had a farm....Moo..moo..here and a moo...moo..there..."

Before I complete the song, he turns to the other side and he is snoring. Isn’t that cute?

Anyway, I continue the song and sing a final round of “Are you sleeping” just before switching on the reading lamp for my eagerly waiting daughters.

A story/ Book later, they too are in their dreams and finally I pick up my book and do my share of reading for the day.

Good night!

Blogger's Meet

All 34 of the bloggers who made it to the Bloggers Meet recently have blogged about it sharing the nostalgia of having met many wonderful people. And I seem to be the only one, left behind ( nothing Unusual!). As I type this, I'm reminded of some typical speeches we make during many such occasions. Take for instance, you are attending a farewell dinner and you just go there because you are required to. Suddenly, you find everybody taking turns in giving speeches and you are the next one in line. You go all red, thousand streams of hot blood shoot to your face and you go red! But they don't spare you, you got to make that speech. Well, if smart enough, you would clear your throat as if getting the words right out of your system and then making a solemn face you utter,"When hearts are full, words fail!so Safe Journey and we'll miss you!" There! You've done it! and done it efficiently, making the person whose farewell it is shed tears of sadness.

Coming to the point, well, I just couldn't hatch an alibi line like that and sit with nothing on it. To be brutally honest,I tend to be doing nothing but sitting on things now. But I had to get this Meet talked about in my blog too ( didn't I just attend a Blogger's Meet? So to qualify as one, I ought to! )

Shucks! This is not the reason I've started typing this. I'm doing it to celebrate all the wonderful souls I met. And I can't help but put down the list of people I connected with but mind you, the chronological order in which I mention each does not in anyway reflect the order of importance I'm placing on each individual.

First one ( seriously) I need to thank Rima Reyka for nudging me out of the shell I've cocooned myself in. From Singapore she writes to me,"Will you come for the Blogger's meet if I come all the way from here?" And she is in Bhutan already! How can I not go? So I finally click "going" button on the event's page.

But then after that I see my heart in a ballroom with many tiny fluttering butterflies whistling to nervous jingles. Do I qualify to be called a blogger? I hardly write substance! and Haven't written one in ages. I scroll through the list of people who have already signed in their attendance. I see Luzee, Kuenza, Rekha, Dasho Lingi and many others. I'm tempted. Like seriously tempted like a High School girl falling in love for the first time. I've read these people's write-ups and I wanted to know them personally so that I could flaunt to people that I know people of their like.

So, I pump in the air of a blogger ( although my heart yells at me, 'No, you aint!') and walk proudly out of the car. The first person I meet is Dawa Knight. This young lad, who blogs bluntly on many issues and deserves applause for the voice he is. "Dawa?" I offer my hand, "I'm Chador." I don't wait for him to mull on "Who Chador?" for long. I simply add, "This looks like the venue for our meeting, right?" Well, this ought to tell him I'm a fellow blogger too, atleast in attendance. :)

As I climb up the stairs, I meet up with Sonam Dema and Peky Samal (Cherished journalists from Bhutan Times times- I used to read their articles and envy their writing style). I'm atleast glad that I know Sonam Dema from our childhood, so with two of my soldiers to shield my nervous heart, I walk in with a pretentious boldness.

....Then on, it's like the curtain has been raised and all I could do is wander here and there hoping to catch hold of everyone in the room. I meet Kuenza, I land up telling her my whole geography and history. I sit with Rekha and before I glide onto others or she leaves me, I tell her how I've followed her blog and upon her book reviews been hitting the book stores to buy the books. I easily connect with Ata Tshering Dorji, I hope he remembers me now though! and Dasho Lingi.

Then I open up to whole bunch of people in the room. I met Amrith Sir of DYS, who is a walking Inspiration. Two Ghalleyni's whom I pulled into my circle of relationship. Langa Tenzin and Sogyel were like two acquaintances and talking to them didn't feel like it was the first time we were meeting.

I didn't touch anyother drink than the Iced-tea I had carried to the room but I was drunk with the euphoria of meeting so many enthusiasm packed individual. Tharchen surely is such motivating force to reckon with. I feel sorry that there were still few left with whom I didn't get a chance to talk but I did smile at everybody and made a silent connection. It felt like such a familiar jaunt that I didn't flinch a bit while asking Dumcho Wangdi sir to reach me home. And Lobzang Nima, it didn't take us much effort to connect- Teachers that we are, I mean I "was". Hehe.

It was worth taking that journey to that Meet. And If you are asking me, no photographs? Well,this proves my nervousness-Ta..da! I forgot my phone in the car and my husband had driven it home after reaching me to the venue.

But next meet, I am not going to be nervous! I'm gonna be there with my phone and take a lot of pictures with the wonderful lot!


Passu and Nawang Sir are their usual, two men I always look up to.

Happy Birthday Ninda

Dear World,
Today my boy turns two and it has been terrific two years of journey we have had together. I didn’t realize what I was missing in life till he came in our lives. He is a bundle of energy and keeps our otherwise dull home filled with activities.

As we seal the second year, I want to list down what he has learnt and adopted:

To begin, before even learning to call out to us, his parents, he learnt to call out to his elder sister,”Angie”. But now he is more of “Tatu”, his other sister. There was a time, till few weeks ago, when he would throw all his naughty activities to Tatu. He got so good at pointing his acts to Tatu that there was a time he peed in his pants and while changing, I asked him who wet his pants,”Tatu” came the unabashed answer.
But he adores his sisters. Both. The cutest moment is when I find all three of them, groped in front of Angie’s laptop, watching One Direction Songs.

He is a big ONE DIRECTION fan, just like his sisters. “Mey…mo, mey….mo…ji” he sings along with his sisters. (That’s the best his infant tongue can make do of ‘midnight memories’). He recognizes ONE DIRECTION whenever they come on TV. “Mey..MO….Angie, Tatu, Mey..mo,” he points out to his sisters.

But the songs channel is on only after his sisters get home from school. Other times I’ve to keep the Norling channel on. He looveeess the advertisements of the Bhutanese movies. I secretly feel he has fallen head over heels in love with the ‘Seryang’ girl. You should see his adoration filled smiles whenever the Seryang movie Ad is on.

Not to forget, he is a big Ap Bokto fan. We even have Ap Bokto poster in our bedroom. ☺

He has graduated from his JCB books to Dr. Suess books. His favorite is the “fox in socks”. Ask him to show you any particular page from the book, he’ll show you exactly what you ask him. (Am I proud?) Currently he has embraced DORA book as his bed time favorite. “Dolo” he says, picking the book. Awww! He ‘s sooo cute. He identifies all the characters in the Dora book and never forgets to shake his little finger whenever we come on a page with Swiper on it. “Swiper no swiping,” I say it for him while he shakes his finger.

He loves playing “Temple Run” on his father’s phone and because I deleted all games from my phone, he simply uses it to take selfies. Oh my! You should see him pout for the camera.

Well, he has his favorite Pooh-bear bag, which he religiously carries while going to reach his sisters to school. Yes! Every morning he has to go to school,carrying that bagpack. Ain’t that sweet!

And a boy that he is, He can’t resist watching ‘Jostling’ (that’s his term for wrestling) whenever he sees it while surfing the channel on TV.

And he is biggest fan of all kinds of things that moves on wheels. He likes being taken on ride and points to every ,”Dozu”…..”Trak”….”Tacktey”….”baass” (Guess what are all these automobiles???? :0 )

But best of all, he simply loves turning towards me and taking me in his embrace whenever he is around me and people he is around me all the time. ;)

Happy Birthday dear boy! You are what keeps us alive!