Waiting for the school bus. After today, the next 9 days are off on account of Eid Al Adha.
Srivaths is a kind of person who expects things to be systematic, be at the right place, be with their rightful owners etc. Note the word “expects”. It doesn’t mean that he would endeavour to do all of the above (although he would try to be perfect very often), but would expect others to be perfect.
So when Srivaths started at his new school at Abu Dhabi earlier last week, it wasn’t very surprising that he was not very happy. First of all, there was a bit of resistance to change. In the sense, he had it in his mind that “Greenwood High, Bangalore” was his school. The new one didn’t make sense to him.
Greenwood High Bangalore had separate campus for the pre-primary kids away from the main campus. As per him, this should be the way the schools should be run. Housing younger and the older (Anirud) kids is a weird thought and he must be wondering what the heck people are up to.
Next came the teething issues at school. The classes probably looked very identical and he couldn’t exactly place which is his. A common placement error that happens to anyone. But for Srivaths, it made him terribly upset. For few days since the school reopened, he was not at all happy. We couldn’t exactly figure out what was in his mind, as he kept saying “all the class rooms in all the sides look the same”. Also, he thought that everyone is talking in Arabic (well, he couldn’t get the accent and thought that people around him were speaking in Arabic ;-)). Poor thing, quite a lot must have gone in his mind that he was very visibly troubled.
After a week or reassuring that his new school is a good one and indeed it is a great idea to watch the elder ones go into the same campus, he appears to have taken in the new environment. Appears that he is able to understand what his teachers say. It is too early to say that he has completely settled down, but Week 2 appears to be a lot better than Week 1. Phew, that is a relief in itself.:)
Recently we bought a 24 piece jigsaw puzzle for Srivaths. Not the one to have solved many puzzles of this kind, we left it as such with the thought of ‘teaching’ him how to do when we find time. Over the weekend when we were busy with something else, this brat came running and called us over to the hall saying ‘naan puzzle finish pannitten’ (I have completed the puzzle). Indeed, he had completed it without any help. In fact, we didn’t even tell him what do do with that box. This may not be that big a milestone for Srivaths, but it is quite noteworthy in his case especially because he is not one used to seeing something in the picture and assemble it on his own.
One thing that should be mentioned about Srivaths is that his Tamil is impeccable. If his usage of வண்ணத்துப் பூச்சி for butterfly stumped us, his constant questions on the Tamil equivalent of commonly used English words and his consistent usage of them is very impressive. Although his usage and vocabulary are great these days, it is funny to hear him use அதாவா / இதாவா for அது / இது. 🙂
What we are bit concerned about is his ability to communicate with other children at school, given that we are in a different geography this year. Let us see how Srivaths evolve on this front.
Anirud, Srivaths and I got into the lift car at our apartment in Abu Dhabi. In the very next floor, entered a tall Emirati gentleman clad in a traditional Arab costume. This was the first time Srivaths was seeing someone in that attire and he was looking up at him in awe. The gentleman asked Srivaths his name and age, waved him bye when the lift arrived at the ground floor.
Srivaths’ had made up his mind having found his Gandhi thaatha who is a tall, Arabic gentlemen in his traditional costume. 🙂
Just a month before Srivaths turned three, he started attending the nursery at a school that is located about 5 kms away from our home in Bangalore. Since few weeks prior to the school opening, we have been preparing him mentally as he had never attended one before. He was all excited, woke up at the right time, dressed up and happily got into the bus and started waving us sporting crisp, new uniform. As the bus moved along, his grandfather and I travelled behind the bus to the school wanting to ensure if everything is alright.
As he got down from the bus, he started moving in the general direction as the other children. A staff member took him inside and it appeared that he was cool and composed making us give a sigh of relief. However, I got a call from the school couple of hours later asking me to come immediately and pick him up. Seems that he was very quiet for the first hour and half, while there was chaos all around with most children crying. Upon seeing other kids cry, he took his turn and started crying non-stop. When I went to the school, he was still sobbing and was visibly relieved on seeing me. 🙂
The sob saga continued for one more week while getting into the bus. However, the crying would subside before the bus reached the next apartment. After a week or so, either he gave up crying or got used to the idea of being in a school for few hours. 🙂
I really feel guilty about not updating this blog as much as I used to do Anirud’s when he was in his formative years.
Right at the moment, Srivaths is at his maternal grand parent’s house having a gala time. As always, whenever he is in the company of either of his grandpas, he doesn’t need any one else. 🙂
As a 30-month old, Srivaths speaks well in Tamil picking up the words in his mother tongue much more quickly than in English. While he does try to talk in English, he speaks at a break neck speed combining few words in the process. Hopefully, this would get addressed when he attends school.
Srivaths is the latest mottai boss at our home. We had his head shaven off at the temple of our family deity – Sri Annan Perumal Kovil near Sirkazhi in Tamil Nadu.
About seven years ago, Anirud went through the process at the same place. I still remember the day when Anirud didn’t even flinch a muscle, so much so that we were wondering if he knew what was going on.
The little one on the other hand compensated for the elder’s quietness. The barber had to summon all his skills and experience to finish the task. The manner in which he cried, he would have woken up the Lord at Tirupathi, whose elder brother (Annan) reigns at Sirkazhi. Once he got away from the barber, he was at his normal self – with more pranks up his sleeve.
I know that I haven’t done enough justice to this blog of Srivaths, where I am meant to be capturing his milestones. In the hope that I might turn a new leaf and will meticulously jot down his milestones, here is where he is at, at the end of 20 months.
– Srivaths has been trying to talk big sentences, but mumbles a lot now.
– He is very comfortable talking many of the two word sentences.
– By and large, he is able to follow most of the instructions involving multiple steps.
– He is able to recognize ‘amma’, ‘appa’, ‘anna’ and calls us using those words.
– Picture of every little child, including that of his own is ‘paapa’ for him.
– Dog is called as ‘Bog’ and his current lifetime ambition seems to drag one of that dog by its tail.
– Water is ‘vaa vaa’ and he loves to gulp that down as much as possible.
– He loves watching trains and rushes to the balcony whenever he hears the sound of one.
– 99% of the time, he alerts us before the nappy had to be replaced.
– As he heads into ‘troublesome twos’, we had to take lot of effort in getting him to eat.
– Unlike his elder brother, he fancies all sorts of junk food.
– The thing he loves most is to wake up his ‘anna’ when the elder one is found sleeping.