tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49872109586607694492024-03-05T22:00:25.636+05:30Kavin's mischiefs!Mujhe school nahi jaana!Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-20122721539866680472016-10-28T19:40:00.003+05:302016-10-28T19:41:32.648+05:30Mature me!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
These days Aditi is being very mature. She has started talking like adults.<br />
So yesterday she asked me- "Amma, when I and Bhaiya go to school in the morning, Appa goes to<br />
office, don't you feel alone?"<br />
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I was totally impressed with this concern coming from a five and a half year old child.<br />
I told her that after everyone goes out, I try to finish my office work before everyone comes back and it helps me to not feel alone!</div>
Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-68664202556159546572015-07-25T20:04:00.001+05:302015-07-25T20:04:08.691+05:30Fox and the grapes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Last week, I was telling Aditi the classic story of "Fox and the grapes".<br />
After I finished the story, Aditi says "Amma, you didn't tell me the complete story."<br />
I asked her -"I know only this much, you tell me the full story."<br />
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Then she starts -"After fox feels that she can't reach the grapes, she goes home. She works on her laptop. She makes roti and eats it. Then she drinks a glass of milk and sleeps.<br />
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After few days, the fox has grown taller and stronger. So she goes back again to the grapes farm, jumps up, reaches easily because her neck has become like a giraffe's neck, and eats the grapes happily.<br />
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And the story ends!<br />
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Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-81264806459863894342015-06-18T19:35:00.000+05:302015-06-18T19:35:02.922+05:30Fix the laptop with glue!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Few weeks back, Aditi jumped near KT's laptop and broke the screen (obviously we were all very upset with her).<br />
Next day KT asked for a glue-stick to Kavin to take to office for sticking some photos.<br />
When he came back in the evening, Aditi asks him very innocently -"Appa, did office-uncle fix your laptop with the glue?<br />
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Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-80436366608857902652012-09-17T13:17:00.000+05:302012-09-17T13:17:23.579+05:30THE BARTER SYSTEM
Few weeks back, Kabi was telling Kavin about the barter system. Kavin was really amused that few centuries ago there wasn't any money and people used to exchange
their goods or services for other goods that they needed.
As usual Kavin started asking questions about what would people ask in exchange-
1) What would somebody exchange for chicken?
2) What would somebody exchange for clothes?
And the questions kept on going until one final question-
What would somebody exchange for an Air-ticket?
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The e-marker......
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The secret-key to the smart-class.......
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<br /></div>Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-73677949820223265502012-05-11T12:11:00.000+05:302012-05-11T12:17:08.481+05:30Data caching!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Last week Kavin wanted to print something and he was asking Kabi to help him. But Kabi said that the printer is OFF and he doesn't know whether there is sufficient ink in the cartridge. So Kavin said let's switch it ON and find out.<br />
But Kabi wanted to tease him so he kept on asking him how they could know the status of cartridge without switching ON the printer.<br />
Kavin kept thinking and said-"Maybe the computer has stored the cartridge info last time it was connected to the printer. So we should check the computer to find out the level of the ink and then we can print the page."<br />
Talking about data caching!<br />
Unfortunately our printer software doesn't support that.But good thinking! <br />
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<br /></div>Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-3340728373929774842012-05-04T13:44:00.001+05:302012-05-04T13:44:30.490+05:30Kavin's self-made specs.<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JT2OFVidYWg/T6OP5eoAaDI/AAAAAAAAB3A/nk0mXNNaDBc/s1600/Aruna-Wedding%2B151.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JT2OFVidYWg/T6OP5eoAaDI/AAAAAAAAB3A/nk0mXNNaDBc/s320/Aruna-Wedding%2B151.JPG" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-30891725531585832172011-03-07T19:49:00.005+05:302011-03-10T19:26:00.682+05:30Our optimistic chef !Last week me, Aruna and Kavin were making chapatis for the dinner. Kavin wanted to roll one chapati and I asked him to wait till I finish making all of them. He stood there looking at the chapati I was rolling and then said-"Wow Amma! You can make such good chapatis. Why can't I also make them rotate like you can?"<br /><br />I said-"I've been doing this since the last 20 years. That's why I can make them perfect. It comes out of practice."<br /><br />Kavin thought for a while and said-"When I am your age, I also would like to tell the same to my child."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dh_O4kiLpuo/TXTvPdDELXI/AAAAAAAAB1o/NIdDRG08fI8/s1600/kavinroti.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dh_O4kiLpuo/TXTvPdDELXI/AAAAAAAAB1o/NIdDRG08fI8/s320/kavinroti.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581348886993448306" border="0" /></a>Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-5167453317771122372011-02-16T22:10:00.005+05:302011-02-22T13:09:54.420+05:30A totally unheard profession!Few weeks back we went to a Chinese restaurant and while waiting for the dinner, Kavin started asking us the possible professions that he can consider when he grows up. His first suggestion was a Chef. Then he asked his Appa to tell all the professions/occupations from A to Z. And Kabi started explaining him patiently about each and everything. And then he said-"Astronomer". Kavin asked what does an astronomer do. Kabi told him that an astronomer studies about the space, stars, planets and galaxies and does research too. Also he told him that one of his classmates from REC is working as an astronomer in NASA. Kavin got very impressed with this information and said that he also wants to become an astronomer. I said-"But you like machines. You don't like stars and space."<br />He thought for some time time and said-"OK. No problem. I'll become an astronomer of machines and not of stars."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IAsa9MKObTM/TVwCYdsJ7VI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/IAfoDMNnUBo/s1600/space.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IAsa9MKObTM/TVwCYdsJ7VI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/IAfoDMNnUBo/s320/space.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574333058087775570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw0_jwbAyQmau65e563H3JtZmdDGFbUCSP1YTV3VU3uzfJEiY_VznPjvmcNS5Zc0QMYR1nMCRbtWHsFdMdDUJRE1ef37Vi9IjH8cbW_s5Sp7z4aUJaLMqgb8M8d_zBnRbtAvvjiJzwPK8S/s1600/carb.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw0_jwbAyQmau65e563H3JtZmdDGFbUCSP1YTV3VU3uzfJEiY_VznPjvmcNS5Zc0QMYR1nMCRbtWHsFdMdDUJRE1ef37Vi9IjH8cbW_s5Sp7z4aUJaLMqgb8M8d_zBnRbtAvvjiJzwPK8S/s320/carb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574334755931500658" border="0" /></a>Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-26102880957764506202011-02-15T13:04:00.005+05:302011-02-15T14:06:08.084+05:30Santa gave me a stamp!This Christmas, Kavin had a strange request for Santa-he wanted a stamp with his name on it. Reason-he wanted to put a seal on all the notes and banners that he makes. Also he has lots of his previous school test-papers preserved carefully by him, once in a while he takes them out and corrects them and signs them. So he wanted to put a seal in the bottom of those test-papers too.<br />So we took out an old office-stamp which belongs to Kabi's cousin and my Bhabhi (she's a Govt employee) and took it to the stamp-maker, he took out the actual seal and replaced it with one having Kavin's name and address. He uses it now to stamp each and every note(strange ones) he makes.<br /><br />During new year, Kavin's cousin Vinayak and his family visited us. We were discussing the Christmas gifts that each kid in the family got. Vinayak got lots of books (he's fond of reading) and I asked Vinayak to guess Kavin's gift, he asked for a clue and I told him that this thing is very unique and no other kid of Kavin's age would've asked for such a gift from Santa. He couldn't guess, we told him it's a seal and he asked innocently-"Can it live without water?"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGk2tPBzu7WxufqdDbyXWWmF-zEgKwEGvAlKSF0jCt4Yz6NvVjtr9t6VI8SNf5YIwRBiwDNJAfqhMH5f7zosNEDbJ1bvUhabUm8XEgD-U6BJT-e7kMxF9Kwr0bwlq4740rFtnaZs67pgXC/s1600/seal.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGk2tPBzu7WxufqdDbyXWWmF-zEgKwEGvAlKSF0jCt4Yz6NvVjtr9t6VI8SNf5YIwRBiwDNJAfqhMH5f7zosNEDbJ1bvUhabUm8XEgD-U6BJT-e7kMxF9Kwr0bwlq4740rFtnaZs67pgXC/s320/seal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573820002186594258" border="0" /></a>Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-90452793985466274122011-02-09T14:18:00.005+05:302011-02-09T14:36:52.935+05:30SERMONLast Monday while coming back from the doc's visit, I was quite tense. The doc discussed the possible situations that may come up during the last few weeks, told me a few options and explained a couple of things about which I was a bit unclear. That discussion made me feel little bit apprehensive. So master Kavin looked at me and said-"Don't worry,Amma! Everything will be alright. Things will be smooth. And even if some problem comes up, we are there to support you naa. Have faith in yourself and think positive. Then everything will be OK."<br /><br />Gosh, even in that state-of-mind I couldn't help laughing. And couldn't believe that my baby has grown-up so much.Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-66524467288686519052011-01-13T10:21:00.003+05:302011-01-13T10:55:27.460+05:30Aththai's car!Last week Kavin's friend Aaditya came to our home after finishing their karate lessons. Usually his grandfather comes to pick him up. But that day, Aaditya's aththai(paternal aunt) came to pick him up. She has a red swift car and her two kids also came along with her. Kavin was very impressed with the car. So after they left, Kavin started wondering aloud-"When will my aththai come to pick me up from school in her car with her children?"<br />I told him that no problem with the car, but to have kids she has to get married first. So he started making a plan-"Let's get aththai married, and I'll ask her to buy a car(preferably an i-10 automatic). Then she can have babies and then she can come to pick me up."<br /><br />So aththai----lots of expectations(read positive ones) from the young man!<br /><br /><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiScDiuyKTqg8L3vn1JaKJEgxZj2xdZXk8myvZhkk7k6S8sJDgtCSsr-x2sLK1DljUVhY_hiHmGFoL57W42rBG9Snmq_KnQMXrQYb8mPxdP2t0TAlPmWT9ub_1xJLy6xTS-ksjEX35dGXWK/s400/moon2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561536589643205106" border="0" />Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-39897640306469493722011-01-11T12:56:00.006+05:302011-01-11T13:28:25.689+05:30Television SensorThese days Kavin has become very careless about switching off the TV. He watches it for some time and goes away either to his room or to play on the PC while the TV is still running. So me and his Appa keeps telling him to switch-off the TV and help in saving the electricity. One day he totally got fed up with our reminders and said-"I want a TV sensor. It should sense that there's nobody in the room and switch-off the TV." Kabi asked him how to make such a sensor.<br />He said-"We can use the car's reverse-sensors to develop our TV sensor."<br /><br />Kabi is trying to develop such a sensor using a relay switch and a motion sensor with the help of Kavin, let's see where it goes!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfI4OBm3Hfg/TSwMv439miI/AAAAAAAABys/MaeAbZWFKMw/s1600/IMG_3044.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfI4OBm3Hfg/TSwMv439miI/AAAAAAAABys/MaeAbZWFKMw/s400/IMG_3044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560833656756214306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfI4OBm3Hfg/TSwM4lPmP7I/AAAAAAAABy0/pzuOaHZxem0/s1600/Picture%2B149.jpg"><img style="float: center; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfI4OBm3Hfg/TSwM4lPmP7I/AAAAAAAABy0/pzuOaHZxem0/s400/Picture%2B149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560833806105460658" border="0" /></a>Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-61287124835101149512011-01-10T13:26:00.001+05:302011-01-11T13:31:18.096+05:30DHOBIGHAT @ 441<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfI4OBm3Hfg/TSq9eqJxbQI/AAAAAAAAByc/XB_2CSKUKLs/s1600/IMG_4644.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qfI4OBm3Hfg/TSq9eqJxbQI/AAAAAAAAByc/XB_2CSKUKLs/s400/IMG_4644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560465024351300866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8u-1U6nqZPK3gDFYpxenlqx5VqSApvsGXJh1mZt10Cgeep1Oiqf9QfjwVcXGQE0uo7WSBQX1KJHqAYf-R4gmAwQnv9iY1GXfxeNE18eAmTyZ3vhenyHnD90PPCbY2oLS06SjZ0r8li-tm/s1600/IMG_4645.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8u-1U6nqZPK3gDFYpxenlqx5VqSApvsGXJh1mZt10Cgeep1Oiqf9QfjwVcXGQE0uo7WSBQX1KJHqAYf-R4gmAwQnv9iY1GXfxeNE18eAmTyZ3vhenyHnD90PPCbY2oLS06SjZ0r8li-tm/s400/IMG_4645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560464793053331506" border="0" /></a>Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-15840387685507963132011-01-06T09:57:00.000+05:302011-01-06T11:56:01.375+05:30Living life KING-SIZE!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfI4OBm3Hfg/TSVgCr5L5WI/AAAAAAAAByM/ZtzeXzyhUiI/s1600/Picture%2B051.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfI4OBm3Hfg/TSVgCr5L5WI/AAAAAAAAByM/ZtzeXzyhUiI/s400/Picture%2B051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558954914317329762" border="0" /></a>Yesterday Kavin and me were having a conversation in between the study-time.(I'm telling you-HINDI is a killer subject). Suddenly he said-"Amma. Childhood is so King-like no!"<br />I asked him-"Why so?"<br />Kavin said-"See, I just have to sit and order to you and Appa, and you bring everything to me. I don't have to do much work. So I feel like a King."<br />I said-"But when you grow up and become a father, you also will have to do the same for your kid."<br />He said-"No, that won't happen. Because I will not marry. Then I won't have any kids. I'd still be a King."Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-55767920745547027882011-01-02T19:21:00.001+05:302011-01-11T13:30:09.339+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfI4OBm3Hfg/TSCDrvaKbZI/AAAAAAAABxk/ZAbWOBF05Kc/s1600/granny.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qfI4OBm3Hfg/TSCDrvaKbZI/AAAAAAAABxk/ZAbWOBF05Kc/s400/granny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557586727659007378" border="0" /></a><br />Last Wednesday, we had lots of guests at our home from Delhi. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kavin</span> had a great time playing with his cousins and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Maami</span>. One enthusiast (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Abhilash</span>) bought a sugarcane on the way which was quite hard to chew.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kavin's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Maami</span> asked him to eat one of the pieces and he says(quite <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">mischievously</span>)-"If I eat this then my teeth will become like Naani's teeth."<br /><br />Actually Kavin's Naani (My Mother) is toothless. And the comparison was quite funny!Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-20295736703842177422010-12-28T12:29:00.002+05:302011-01-11T13:32:12.404+05:30Signs in my room.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHDBqqrIMHESy9tgPq5a87q3JfdlXQlPh809FJ76XwR4LnMgCpB3KIwyEhkxBK0mYESWa2uqJHjELrUGhLikx-8Ln3iPbnaToSm684DF9ngegvBIexy5kdboGWWr2u7y_hYTcWRS5VCyrn/s1600/IMG_4547.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHDBqqrIMHESy9tgPq5a87q3JfdlXQlPh809FJ76XwR4LnMgCpB3KIwyEhkxBK0mYESWa2uqJHjELrUGhLikx-8Ln3iPbnaToSm684DF9ngegvBIexy5kdboGWWr2u7y_hYTcWRS5VCyrn/s400/IMG_4547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555625399056807282" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgycaV7rIx9rQXSwDKgbnr_Pa6fC6R0XaD5iru6Ws_VphX_RphJIxDuQJB6s7sQ-W4d5HopQwfCxEFJH59bkXos1lhdKR3TwD_eUyzrYBkhboZKQRM7SxghD9HPYaloN-1SNGNAdRlgHDz7/s1600/IMG_4554.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgycaV7rIx9rQXSwDKgbnr_Pa6fC6R0XaD5iru6Ws_VphX_RphJIxDuQJB6s7sQ-W4d5HopQwfCxEFJH59bkXos1lhdKR3TwD_eUyzrYBkhboZKQRM7SxghD9HPYaloN-1SNGNAdRlgHDz7/s400/IMG_4554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555626013893193634" border="0" /></a>Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-44283457883772388912010-12-27T09:53:00.002+05:302011-01-11T13:30:42.485+05:30Intruder Alarm!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC0kbVFsSdCVkVK1zoqnTppiFU_IkNFVIFTvD49LvNAjbKy9sBcuZvT10AL1TxWAY2H0xDgXH4uqPYDD982FNJiBCXHf0Z3WzhyphenhyphenuBVFwUl58prlEVnGGmlcNTxm2YJpyh7VowY5RWn8yX6/s1600/bells.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC0kbVFsSdCVkVK1zoqnTppiFU_IkNFVIFTvD49LvNAjbKy9sBcuZvT10AL1TxWAY2H0xDgXH4uqPYDD982FNJiBCXHf0Z3WzhyphenhyphenuBVFwUl58prlEVnGGmlcNTxm2YJpyh7VowY5RWn8yX6/s320/bells.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555623283803623090" /></a><br />Yesterday Kavin came up with a new idea. For many days, he's been working on a intruder alarm design for his room(his main intruder is our maid-Rathnamma). Initially he made a maze with a sewing-yarn in his room, so that no one should be able to enter his room.<br />Then he got an even better idea- he took a thick rope, tied it on his door and at the end he tied a Pooja bell so that whenever someone enters his room the bell would make a sound and he'd be alarmed. It was cute!Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-52538363547946305872010-12-09T10:13:00.001+05:302011-01-11T13:30:59.702+05:30Wise horn!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-OcNQVgpAhzFME2J3_PH59OHMwSz9B10rUlQcTcigAX1jZQ0_jtw4N_gcP5ih7yUd9QbmAuN2c6M7I8NZce7RFHpAtWgl8BrR2hGQ5xiojT377eppLBhqP10hx0e0P-_zG3j_SdzgKY1g/s1600/horn.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-OcNQVgpAhzFME2J3_PH59OHMwSz9B10rUlQcTcigAX1jZQ0_jtw4N_gcP5ih7yUd9QbmAuN2c6M7I8NZce7RFHpAtWgl8BrR2hGQ5xiojT377eppLBhqP10hx0e0P-_zG3j_SdzgKY1g/s320/horn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548542519263342994" /></a><br />Recently we went to a small hill station called Yercaud. The drive was quite good. The route to this place comes under golden quadrilateral. So the roads were very good to drive. On the way we encountered many crazy drivers who kept honking their heart out.It's quite irritating on a highway. Inside the city, we are used to it, but on a free highway, it feels like a menace.<br /><br />So our man came up with an idea. He said he is going to make an intelligent horn. This horn will be connected to sensors outside the vehicle. So whenever the driver presses the horn, it will first calculate whether there is anybody within a pre-calculated range of the vehicle, then only it will make the sound. If there is no vehicle around the pre-calculated distance, then the horn will not honk, but it will give a tight slap to the driver. So the driver will always be careful before pressing the horn :)<br /><br />Nice one no?Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-49661058309026195122010-11-26T10:30:00.001+05:302011-01-11T13:32:37.958+05:30Our multi-faceted man!<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">This is how we read......</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwDPRydxQDUmJod8luDy80kiL-KQqHWX99Dyh67H27sWjkGXK5Ta2tzfwML48GLZocEI3hYtBYDZOVwof2GxYkVMFwH0KzHCGY0nOl3Sn0dF9e7lALCByj3SvkpQIt4AyPROt2adjAhMc/s1600/IMG_4258.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwDPRydxQDUmJod8luDy80kiL-KQqHWX99Dyh67H27sWjkGXK5Ta2tzfwML48GLZocEI3hYtBYDZOVwof2GxYkVMFwH0KzHCGY0nOl3Sn0dF9e7lALCByj3SvkpQIt4AyPROt2adjAhMc/s320/IMG_4258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543719047619191010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir9oCs0NzxIqq040I_t0Zfk81NKsLNlhT2wI0xzy3TMVw4O1Lo4JPatVJbqZrPTrNGeqUCGXufXs_AN0rccjjf682YIWXYvsbDpERu0MJkGWhEBt7t81bGDEg0lmA0CFDE4gNB7eR8EhXf/s1600/IMG_4260.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir9oCs0NzxIqq040I_t0Zfk81NKsLNlhT2wI0xzy3TMVw4O1Lo4JPatVJbqZrPTrNGeqUCGXufXs_AN0rccjjf682YIWXYvsbDpERu0MJkGWhEBt7t81bGDEg0lmA0CFDE4gNB7eR8EhXf/s320/IMG_4260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543719140437526450" a="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">This is how we cook.......</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1PIq8pKAkM7szUc2l-ZD1rnkykFAfXN5ej-QMQr6P8a0ygvKRchuRdUC-O8frb8rUBmOA1m92-99kjws1gmumX4Qq0z4EjwRMK8Z9Xcb82iI6EWOHtQndpoydaEd_TnkzA7mghvZlBhtq/s1600/IMG_4365.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1PIq8pKAkM7szUc2l-ZD1rnkykFAfXN5ej-QMQr6P8a0ygvKRchuRdUC-O8frb8rUBmOA1m92-99kjws1gmumX4Qq0z4EjwRMK8Z9Xcb82iI6EWOHtQndpoydaEd_TnkzA7mghvZlBhtq/s320/IMG_4365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543719243968082210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfI4OBm3Hfg/TO8_Yk1VmsI/AAAAAAAABvc/KBNQjdxfFgY/s1600/IMG_4364.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfI4OBm3Hfg/TO8_Yk1VmsI/AAAAAAAABvc/KBNQjdxfFgY/s320/IMG_4364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543719357753170626" border="0" /></a>Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-78389047035208141232010-11-23T10:16:00.001+05:302010-11-23T11:05:56.276+05:30Cars, cars, cars and more cars!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfKNzeI0zv_MdBKfcdPFkcW_bN_bmTR-MGEJqAkJ8VqDFRFBfy_NQi-KsM1cDodLUrWRmox7r7dP9Vxlo39yO_txH6_nOZjwvVMhBs0FiojzAA7oiyTSSfTaq-k-nWFIPnEOenZkpVVscq/s1600/car2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 153px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfKNzeI0zv_MdBKfcdPFkcW_bN_bmTR-MGEJqAkJ8VqDFRFBfy_NQi-KsM1cDodLUrWRmox7r7dP9Vxlo39yO_txH6_nOZjwvVMhBs0FiojzAA7oiyTSSfTaq-k-nWFIPnEOenZkpVVscq/s320/car2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542608167648789250" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Since last one year, I have been witnessing CAR-O-MANIA in our home. Both dad and son keep talking about cars whenever we go out, whenever we are eating or whenever an advertisement appears on TV or news-paper. I remember once Volkswagon had given a crazy ad in Times of India in which an electronic speaker was fixed to the last page of the paper and as soon as you open the paper, the speaker will start and a male's voice start telling about their new car Vento. It was so irritating, these kids had taken the device out and took it to the school and were playing there. I guess it was photosensitive. Few of them got punished too ;-)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfI4OBm3Hfg/TOtNFTpzHxI/AAAAAAAABuk/WAirswnSkfg/s1600/car1.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qfI4OBm3Hfg/TOtNFTpzHxI/AAAAAAAABuk/WAirswnSkfg/s320/car1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542608519979802386" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Anyway, coming back to the main topic, Kavin has become a huge car-lover. He knows almost every brand of cars on road(including every SUV). And he can tell which car it is by just looking at the logo. It's amazing. He also knows the functions of various switches and knobs inside the car which I have never bothered to examine ever. Whenever inside, he keeps asking non-stop questions about many things related to the car. It's crazy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoVvQT0phQZc3n9s8CLvMQGf8Fx86hDorhIOjw7uKIpEmkGm0mIIzRE4zvsY1EZ3hPXQzx9wNtlHC6fNgzaVr-Qyp_GKv0GF9JCzmYUQysc9wJNKcAMInGybB6min0vTS2xAxFKG0jyJPI/s1600/car3.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoVvQT0phQZc3n9s8CLvMQGf8Fx86hDorhIOjw7uKIpEmkGm0mIIzRE4zvsY1EZ3hPXQzx9wNtlHC6fNgzaVr-Qyp_GKv0GF9JCzmYUQysc9wJNKcAMInGybB6min0vTS2xAxFKG0jyJPI/s320/car3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542609111066512530" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And he wants to look at the dashboard of every car that is parked either in the parking lot or around our house. It's so embarrassing sometimes. He acts like a village peasant who's never seen a car before.<br /><br />But sometimes we feel that it's okay, at least he has so many questions and he's curious to find out the answers :)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUdKeTfuJHl4Zyb3U_9agzBmEK1qTE4cRnnblEwG5aSKURQ8Xlgsjt4SwPgeWpVmo3-KaPBEqvxJS1RTESDqPHS1PyFvoR_kh6uWZp4rp8BVa_AjucFWLO4dXpHf5cnovo9f4l64XU2m5W/s1600/car4.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUdKeTfuJHl4Zyb3U_9agzBmEK1qTE4cRnnblEwG5aSKURQ8Xlgsjt4SwPgeWpVmo3-KaPBEqvxJS1RTESDqPHS1PyFvoR_kh6uWZp4rp8BVa_AjucFWLO4dXpHf5cnovo9f4l64XU2m5W/s320/car4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542608915119955586" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-57281335447228207782010-11-16T18:54:00.001+05:302011-01-11T13:31:48.233+05:30Riddles!<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="quote">Quality questions create a quality life. Successful people ask better questions, and as a result, they get better answers</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="details">:</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> Anthony Robbins.</span><br /><br />These days Kavin and his friends have developed a new pastime--asking question, riddles to each other and they also make questionnaire for each other. They do all this in their free period.<br /><br />Some of the questions and quizzes are as follows----<br />QSTN-1.Why does a boy take a ladder to his school?<br />ANS- Because he goes to a HIGH-SCHOOL.<br /><br />QSTN-2.What always goes up and never comes down?<br />ANS- Our age.<br /><br />QSTN-3.Why doesn't Rajanikanth wear a watch?<br />ANS- Because Rajani decides what time is it.<br /><br />QSTN-4.What has no legs but still keeps moving?<br />ANS- A Clock.<br /><br />QSTN-5.How do you put a Giraffe inside a fridge in 3 steps?<br />ANS- STEP 1.-Open the fridge.<br /> STEP 2.-Put the Giraffe in.<br /> STEP 3.-Close the door of the fridge.<br /><br />QSTN-6.How do you put a Lion inside a fridge in 4 steps?<br />ANS- STEP 1.-Open the fridge.<br /> STEP 2.-Take the Giraffe out.<br /> STEP 3.-Keep the Lion inside.<br /> STEP 4.-Close the door of the fridge.<br /><br />QSTN-7.How do you put a Man inside a fridge in 5 steps?<br />ANS- STEP 1.-Open the fridge.<br /> STEP 2.-Take the Lion out.<br /> STEP 3.-KILL the Lion(otherwise it will eat the man).<br /> STEP 4.-Keep the Man inside.<br /> STEP 5.-Close the door of the fridge.<br /><br />Some of the questionnaires which he and his friends make for each other----<br />1.Do you own a car?<br />ANS-YES/NO<br /><br />2.Does your car has a key-less entry?<br />ANS-YES/NO<br /><br />3.Does your car has gears or automatic transmission?<br />ANS-MT/AT<br /><br />4.Which car will you buy when you grow up?<br />ANS-AUDI/SKODA/HONDA/VOLKSWAGON/MERCEDES.....(Surprisingly MARUTI wasn't anywhere in the options--SPOILT BRATS)<br /><br />5. Does your house has a security system?<br />ANS-YES/NO<br /><br />INTERESTING GENERATION......Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-36648990725905966482010-11-13T15:43:00.001+05:302011-01-11T13:32:56.492+05:30MY BEST FRIEND!<span style="font-style: italic;">"A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud."- Ralph Waldo Emerson. </span><br /><br />Last week, I was waiting outside Kavin's school to bring him back home. I met his best friend Aaditya's grandfather and we started chatting like old friends. He kept telling me stories about Aaditya and his baby-sister. Then suddenly he remembered one incident about Kavin. He said that once he was talking to Kavin outside the school and asked him casually who his best friend was, expecting an obvious answer--"Aaditya". but Kavin surprised him by saying-"My parents are my best friends!" Gosh I was amazed.<br /><br />But they say naa that your honest efforts never go waste.....I realized that now :-)<br />CHEERS!!!!Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-68411765586389250942010-11-10T19:24:00.001+05:302011-01-11T13:33:22.464+05:30Little Einstein<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfI4OBm3Hfg/TNqkjOGcasI/AAAAAAAABtg/6lo96Bzcm48/s1600/einstein.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfI4OBm3Hfg/TNqkjOGcasI/AAAAAAAABtg/6lo96Bzcm48/s320/einstein.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537919616792947394" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Kavin has started using his "Grey-matter" .........finally!<br />Yesterday over dinner he kept asking about work-from-home options for doctors. His dad told him that it's not possible since the doctors have to see the patients and observe their condition to evaluate the sickness. Then he said that a device can be made which the nurse can use to check the patient up....this device will check the patients eyes, tongue nad measure heartbeat, temperature, blood-pressure and maybe take a blood-test and the doc can see the results (and maybe the patient also using a camera) immediately sitting at his home and then he can advise the nurse/patient about the treatment.<br /><br />Cool naa!!!!Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4987210958660769449.post-43049585501710777562010-10-06T09:35:00.000+05:302010-10-06T10:06:53.002+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfI4OBm3Hfg/TKv8qh1RlhI/AAAAAAAABsM/vQMZAY9zCng/s1600/baby_girl_cartoon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qfI4OBm3Hfg/TKv8qh1RlhI/AAAAAAAABsM/vQMZAY9zCng/s320/baby_girl_cartoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524787175466571282" /></a><br />Hi everyone(after a REALLY REALLY long time),<br />These days Kavin has started developing his own theories based on the information he gets from us, as well as the day-to-day examples he observes in practical life, eg.-he has his own theories about families(nuclear-joint), religions, cars(Indian, European, Japanese) etc.<br /><br />So he has this theory about getting a sibling. He kept pestering us for a sibling and we kept telling him that GOD gives sibling only to those kids who behave well and who remain good throughout the year(and not only in December). So he keeps applying this logic to each and every family. <br /><br />It goes like this----<br />1. Bubu(Kavin's cousin) is a good boy, that's why he got his sister Mini.<br />2. Sumukh (his cousin) also is a good boy, so he got His brother Cheeku.<br />3. Aditya Madhavan(Kavin's best friend) had been really good last year, so last month GOD has given him a sister.<br />4. Kavin has not been so good, so he's not got any sibling yet. He has to learn to be a really good boy.<br />5.Kavin's grandmother has 4 more siblings, and the elder four had been good, so they got other siblings, but the fifth-one might have been bad, so they didn't get a sixth sibling.<br />6. Kavin's Mom, Kavin's both Buas (Aruna and Meera) had also not been such good kids, so they didn't get a younger sibling.<br />7. But how come Sanaa(Kavin's 10 year-old friend) has got Sanya( Kavin's 7-year old friend and Sana's sister)???-----Kavin's own logic---Maybe she was good till she got Sanya, and after Sanya's birth, she became bad.<br /><br />Too much logic to digest......Varsha Shrotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11526328636637682997noreply@blogger.com0