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After a quick nap Aakanksha is off to her Kid’s club where she learnt making sandwiches by rolling them like chapatis and putting jam. Wow it was really nice but not as much as she does in kitchen with Mamma where she learns so many more complicated items to make.

Today, we went to see performances of children between 4 years to 12 years who did a series of programs in dedication to Maa … (the mother).

It was quite an experience… tiny children ran the whole program including compering. Though what hit me a little was that everything was learnt ‘pit-pat’… and there was some absence of spontaneous response in many acts. It was still amazing to see the children run a 2 hour program without a single hitch. 2 dramas, 2 songs and a few speeches.

A times when I was feeling a little bored, I would pull my daughter’s attention. In a complete reversal of role Aakanksha pulled up a coup.

What shocked everyone was when she scolded me sharply saying ” Please pay attention to the speech and let me also listen to it,  can you be little less mischievous”

After seeing an overkill on the role of mother and related drama I thought its time papas get some of their dues too.

I went off on the stage uninvited to represent the papa’s side of the story. And not wanting to loose the moment of lime-light my lovely daughter ran up to me.

I sought permission of the host to talk and started off explaining the skewed system that simply assumes that papa is only a stranger in the home. I explained my view on need a papa’s union to assert their ‘rights’ (?)on their sons/ daughters.

And explained how hard it is to go to ‘mamma and child’ dance programs, ‘mama and child’ classes ‘mama and child’ clubs. How I am told that I should not go to such classes as mom and teachers feel awkward. But I did not forget to tell how enjoyable it was when on one such ‘Papa day’ I was the only papa and mine was the only kid who were absolutely at home with each other. While all other papas were struggling to cope up with the ‘task’ of playing colours with their kids we had already painted each other to give clowns a fright.

And I of course I did not miss the opportunity to recite my poem…
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