The dictator

[pavalamani pragasam]

He is a veritable dictator. An unrelenting tyrant. A typical despot. He keeps me on my toes round the clock. He doesn’t give me a second’s time of respite. I am compelled to dance to his tunes. His peremptory orders are to be carried out instantly. He permits no arguments, no alternatives, no adjournments.

He has turned my world topsy-turvy. Utter chaos prevails where everything remained spick and span formerly. There is no stopping his trespasses. He stalks nonchalantly my domain with authority and audacity.

His menu is exotic, exacting and extraordinary. And often impossible. He is highly temperamental. His moods swing from shrieking joy to screaming pathos. He is all hugs and kisses one minute and races into a brutal beating spree the next, sparing no part of the body. Caught inside this whirlpool of tantrums, a total surrender is the only way out.

His preference rules in TV channel surfing. His touring pleasures are to be carried out immediately. His incessant questions have to be answered in the most convincing way. His mind is filled with a never-dying curiosity of the keenest kind. His non-stop battery of unworldly demands keeps me for ever on the alert in order to have them readily executed. No use trying to question the priority of his wishes over mine.

No beauty sleeps for me if it does not please His Majesty. I am expected to be his obedient playmate in what game his fancy is attracted to at the moment. The rascal laughingly turns a blind eye to my being a panting, puffing pair to his rapturously giddying pirouettes. His strong predilection for boisterous pranks keeps me in a state of constant terror.

Still, I run his errands with pleasure. His commands are obeyed implicitly. I keep aside my pet projects, personal preferences and favourite pastimes to make myself available when the lord wants my company. Strangely though,I have no complaints, no grudges.

The most unpredictable tornado happens to be my first darling grandson who has learnt to wind me round his little finger – old enough to articulate intelligently his whims and fancies. AND he has a LONG line of successors just waiting to catch up with him. Am I not content to be engulfed into the most endearing serfdom of the chastest pleasures of love!

[malligai]

PP,

//His touring pleasures are to be carried out immediately. His incessant questions have to be answered in the most convincing way.//

Only around here, i guessed that it could be one of ur grandchildren...hahaha...yess, they could be such tyrants at times..but how willing we r to heed to their beck and call...

and ofcourse ur grandson is lucky to have such a wonderful grandma...no wonder we dont see u a lot in the hub...

[Surya]

Any particular Dictator that you wanna talking about? 8)

[Cygnus]

pAtti vIttup paraNil kudaiyai kaNdu pidithathum ivarthAnA
antha metaphor(if so) innum viLakkavillaiyE PP!

[mellon]

The dictator is lucky that he could get a grandma who knows the value of the culture in which he happened to be born. Now the tamil-cultured grandma can give him a head-start lesson on the real meaning of democracy. He is sure in a good grandma hands! Lucky him

[Cindy]

Hi PP

How life is changed when there is a kid at home....right?... and yes... the curiosity and the questions they ask...

My kid is just 2-1/2-year-old and sometimes he puts me in real trouble with his questions...and some statements in public...

He has a bad habit of coming to the kitchen and take salt from the shelf and eat it..as some mitthai... I warned him in the morning that he shouldnt eat salt and i will beat him if i see him eating salt anymore... and in the evening when i had guests and they were served some soup... the eldest among them took the salt springler and my kid grabbed it and kept in its stand.... and told him "do not eat salt...my mom will beat you..."

[blahblah]

"Discipline your son with the rod so that he doesn't bring disgrace on you at your old age". 8)

[mandangi]

Rod treament can also give negative resluts. Children may develop hatred on their parents after growing up. Love on children is very much better than rod treatment.

[Shakthiprabha.]

pp madam,

First intro 2 lines, says it all. No extra effort needed to guess the tyrant dictator ( I have one who wants me to dance to her tunes)

Children are fun, more interesting when they start orating with us. I ve been brought up as only child, hence always was never too fond of holding children. During travels, if i find any toddler, or his/her parenst sit next to me, I politely smile and immy gaze out, before they could pick a conversation with me. It used to be awkward when children will actually call me, and smile at me, and try to befriend me. All I used to do is again, politely smile and ignore the friendly calls.

I COULD NEVER GET ALONG WITH BABIES WHO CANNOT TALK. After 2 to 3 years of age, when they start expressing themselves then children are FUN.

My daugher was the first kid, I ever carried. When no one is around, I woudl quietly endear her and try to fondle her.

My fondling woudl never be meaningless "chikku, kutti etc". My way of fondling would be LITERAL TALKING like how we talk to elder children.

So much so, even now I feel, I started loving my daughter more from the age of 3, when she was sweet enough to express herself, and thirsty with knowledge to question me, thereby helping me get into useful conversation with her.

As for rod treatment, I AM NOT SURE. "Spare the rod and spoil the child"- so they say!

A parent need not use rod, I GUESS scolding them or hitting them harmlessly (but harsh enough) on their back, ONCE A WHILE, would be sufficient.

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I conclude with a THANKS note to mandangi, for bringing such nice thread from the OLD RACKS!

THX.. MANDANGI...and did I say WELCOME TO FORUM HUB!

WELCOME

[jaiganes]

One of my friends was visiting his relatives place in Chennai. He comes from LA and had brought his 3-1/2 year old girl along. At one point of time he wanted to take a picture and asked the girl to stand along with everyone for a pose. the little girl said that it will not come well and suggested and alternative angle
My friend was astonished and said that everyone has to be in the picture and asked her to comply. The little girl shot back "You think you are the only smart one around!!!!" For a moment there was a heavy silence and all of us burst out into laughter at the over the top dialogue from a little girl!!!! My friend had to use some hard tactic to make her realize the folly of her statement later, but the incident was definitely one worth remembering.