I am a spider girl

My neighbor boy wears a spider man mask and runs around the locality singing the spider man song. I asked my dad that I wanted to become spider man too. He told that I am a girl and I could not become spider man. How ever he told that I could become spider girl. I said OK. 

So he bought me a spider kid mask and I started wearing the mask and when ever the neighbor boy sings the spider man song, I will sing spider girl song and shut him up. But he started jumping from the compound wall and said that spider man is stronger than spider girl.

This made me feel bad and I went to my dad and told him that I need some super powers to overcome the neighbor boy. Immediately my dad told me to create the spidey web and attack him. He even showed some video clips of how spiderman creates the spidey web by showing the "peace" sign in his hand. But even after trying for more than 1 hour, I was not able to produce the spidey web. So my Dad taught me some cheat code.

He asked me to chew some chewing gum and made a nice big roll from it and told me to use the gum as the spidey web. I was happy because the gum did produce some elastic spidey web. I took the gum and attacked the neighbor boy. To his shock and my dismay, all the spidey web got entangled in his hair and I was not able to remove them from his hair. 

Finally his dad took him to a barber shop and tonsured him. My dad has now hidden the spidergirl mask. I have lost my super powers now. I am back to school and preparing for my half yearly exams. I am strictly told by my dad not to reveal that I am a spider girl.

By the way, do you all know that my dad is actually the real superman? If you do not know that trueth, read this blog. But keept it a secret. OK

-Anya

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My first hill climb

My dad is a trekker. He climbs mountains and hills with his friends. When I say trekker, I just mean that he knows to walk. He is not a mountaineer and all.  On July 2016, I happened to climb a small hill in Ooty all by myself. I did not ask anyone to carry me.

My parents joined me at the top of the hill to click a picture with me

My cousins Jeremy and Jolena had come down to India to visit us and they tagged along. They speak American English. My dad does not understand their slang. He keeps on saying  "Pardon me" ,  "Come again" all the time. He calls himself a writer and does not even understand English with an American twist.  I was worried too that I may not understand their language. But in the two months they stayed in India, I made sure that they learn Tamil and by the time they went back to America, they were pretty fluent in Tamil. Yaarukitta! They climbed the hill along with me.

Tips for amateur hill climbers

1) Wear comfortable shoes

2) When your dad tells you not to run, just run

If you wanna see my hill climb, check this video

- Anya

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Pattu Paavadai and Nethi chutti

Hi uncle and aunties,

I was busy writing my quarterly exams and hence could not update my blog. UKG life is tough. When I was in LKG, I had to just recite some rhymes and sing the alphabet song. But these days they are asking me to write cursive letters and write from 1 to 50. It has become a hectic life for me. Now as I have quarterly holidays, I could breathe freely.

Today I am going to write about my pattu paavadai experience.

Pattu paavaadai is a silk cloth adorned by young women and girls on special occasions. As I am going to feature some of my photos in this blog, this blog post also becomes my first fashion blog post. So officially I am a fashionista now. I would let the pictures do the talking

1. That's me in an orange pattupaavadai with a pink patch on it. The nethi chutti is some ornament that my mom pinned it on my head. 

 2) They gave me this tray to carry some rose petals and jasmine flowers. My dad took some rose petals and ate them. It seems he developed that habit when he was a kid. He does not know that I eat chalk pieces.

3) That is my cousin Davitha. We are good friends too. She has used jasmine flowers as nethi chutti

4) With another cousin Thooya. Thooya calls me akka

5) Finally a picture with my mom and dad. We were all in pink that day. Now if you argue with me and say that I have more orange in my dress than pink, my reply would be, "Are not you ashamed to argue with a 4 year old girl?"

Okay. Bye. Peace out.

- Anya

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My haircut experience

I said No to Greentrends because of the scary hairdresser whose hair is like a peacock and has multiple piercings.

So my dad took me to the barber shop where he gets his hair cut.

I loved the wooden plank on which I was made to sit.

I also loved the mist water spray the barber uncle sprayed on my face and hair. I asked the barber uncle to spray often. He did that.

I enjoyed the Illayaraja melodies that was played on TV.

Finally I gave a hi5 to the uncle and came home.  A perfect hair cut after a long time.

Now I am clicking my toy scissors and my dolls are getting a hair cut .

-Anya

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I love shopping

They say that girls love to shop. I am no exception to this statement. The first thing I do when I enter
 a super market is pick a bag and collect all that I could.  But when I reach home I would not find all the stuff I picked up from the shop. I guess my dad does some cheap tricks when he pays the bill at the counter. Next time I should watch him closely how he puts back the stuff back in the shop

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Fast and Furious

This yellow car came to my home the day Paul walker died. I have become an expert driver. I sometimes sit like this in the car and read books.

I store my small toys in the boot of this car. Some times the vegetables in the refrigerator also find their way in the boot of this car. Now my grand mom has locked the refrigerator and has blocked access for me to open the fridge.

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My first Saree

My dad is crazy about Sarees. My mom seldom wears a saree. But I am crazy about sarees. I love draping them and walk around the house. This saree was presented to me by my chithappa (Jenin uncle). One whole day photoshoot happened after I wore this saree. I was posing the whole day. How do I look in saree?

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My first day in school.

Today was the first day of my schooling life. I knew something new was going to happen when my Mom told me last night that I will meet lot of new people today. She told me that I will find new friends in a place called School. I did not understand her words correctly. So I went to my Dad to understand what school would be like. I know that he confuses me most of times; but still I took the risk.

My dad told me that a school is a place where I can play with many children. I can ride tricycles, drive baby cars and play with dolls and also play in slides and swing. I was excited with the build up he gave about school.

Today morning my Mom woke me up early in the morning and told me that today is my first dayat school. I got up and my dad  made me to brush my teeth. As usual I ate the toothpaste. Then I wore a frock and carried my favorite Dora Pink school bag.  Then before going to school, I did pray. Click the picture to enlarge it

After dropping me in school, Mom and Dad hid outside the school and peeped inside from the window. I saw them peeping in; but acted as if I did not see them. I started to play in the slide. It was fun. There were other children in the school who were made to dance around by an aunt. But I was busy playing in the slide and I did not join that gang. 

School was fun. When grand dad came to pick me up from the school, I did not want to go with him. I wanted to play more. But they said that I can come tomorrow to school. Why can't home be as fun like school?

- Anya

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I am a perfectionist

I am a perfectionist. My dad is exactly the opposite of me. He does not even fold his bed sheet. On the other hand, I like arranging everything. I like things to be in order.

In the picture below, you can see me arranging all my toys in order.

Precision is the key to placing things in order. I have an eye for details

This is how I demonstrate to my mom, how vessels in the kitchen should be. My dad does not put things in the same place. So this message goes to him also.

While I was arranging my toys, my dad took a picture of me. I did not like him disturbing me.

Then I went back to the kitchen and took all the spoons and came to the drawing room and arranged them.

My dress was very dirty. So my dad changed the dress and made me wear another frock and asked me to pose for a photograph. As he pleaded with me, I allowed him to click a picture.

Then I went to my toy box and found these colorful play things and started arranging them in pairs.

Two color rings did not have pairs. I think my dad took them and placed it somewhere.

Next, I took all my dad's underwears and arranged them on the floor. I asked him to take a photograph of that too. He did not accept my offer. 

-Anya

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How do I sleep

I was under the assumption that my parents make me sit on the swing for me to play. But now I know that this is how they put me to sleep

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I caught the water jet

My Grand mother opened the tap today and I tried to catch the water jet. See what happened next..

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Police Complaint by Anya

Today I am very angry.I am angry with my dad. He thinks he is putting me to sleep by singing songs for me. But his singing actually stops me from sleeping. It disturbs my sleep. Do you think a baby like me will sleep when the dad sings at the top of his voice? I tried to make him realize his folly by crying out loud when ever he sings a lullaby for me. But he never understood my anguish and pain. Once I even bit him on his back to convey the message that I don't like it. But he does not seem to change. So I have decided to file a police complaint against him for singing lullaby for me.

I took his note book and pen and wrote this complaint letter. The following pictures were taken by my mother when I wrote the complaint letter in agony. If you take a closer look at the second picture, you can also notice that I have signed it with my signature. The capital "A" at the top of the letter is my signature. Now I have written the complaint; but I do not know how to take it forward. Please tell me whom I should contact? I am very serious.

- Anya 

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Dad dresses me up

Hi everyone,

I am now 1 years old. I am a big girl now. I have four teeth. I bite very well too. My dad and mom are my bite victims all the time. Sometimes my grand parents also get the bite gift from me. When I am happy , I bite. When I am sad, I bite too.

Today I am gonna talk about how my dad dresses me up. Before I go to the topic, I should let you all know how my mom dresses me up. My mom gives me a warm water bath. She applies soap on me and sings for me. Then she towels me up and gives me massages. Then she applies powder on my body and tickles me. Then softly she dresses me up. I always love it when mom dresses me up. But when it comes to dad, the story is different. Dad has the amazing ability to change my dress within seconds. He doesn't give me a bath , nor applies powder for me. This is how he changes my dress.

Step 1 :

He removes my shirt.

Have you heard the proverb "garland in the hand of the monkey".

This suits my dad in this step.

I always try to escape from him during this step.

Step 2 :

Now after removing the dress, he puts the new dress. 

He puts the dress as if he puts some vegetables inside a sack.

I always cry during this part.

Step 3

Sigh of relief.

It is over.

I smile during this step

Step 4

Dad and daughter bonding.

It is called as konjal time.

I forgive my dad for his steps 1 and 2.

This konjals will continue till dad attempts step 1 again

-Anya

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Red Panther

I have now acted in a thriller flick. In the movie I have donned the role of Anya who is a world famous robber. I went through intense training to steal the Red Panther (The royal box of chocolates). Watch this small movie to see how I perform the task.

The movie is for General Audiences. No animal or human being was hurt during the making of the movie.

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Exercise with Daddy

My dad has started exercising everyday. He gets up in the morning and does something on the floor. He calls it "Push Ups". He says that by doing that exercise, he will develop good muscles. But after seeing him do that exercise for a long time with no results, I just laugh at him. What is the point of doing something that does not yield anything. 

Today I wanted to teach my dad a lesson. I knew he was doing his exercise in a wrong manner. So after I woke up, I joined him in his exercise. I could do more push ups than him and I have stronger muscles than him. Click the picture get a better view of my muscles.

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Photoshoot with Rovi akka

Today was a hectic day. Dad brought his facebook friend to our house. Her name is Roviena. As I am a baby, I will stick to Rovi. She carried a camera and many lenses along with her. The whole day she clicked many pictures of mine. 

My granny and mom made me wear many clothes and I was so happy to pose for the pictures. I will soon show some of the pictures she clicked. 

She made me wear all my pretty pretty frocks. I was made to lie down on a red carpet, white towel. They gave me some dolls to play and then took it away from me.

I don't know why they did all this. But when I saw this picture, I knew that they did it for a purpose. This is Rovi akka. She will be very popular in this field very soon.

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Prasanna maamaa

Prasanna maamaa is my dad's friend. He is my dad's friend for almost ten years now. They became friends through a social networking site called Hi5. He is a nice maamaa. He carries a camera in his hand. He is a wonderful writer too. He takes many photographs of me.

This photo was taken by him when I just woke up from my sleep.

You can see the mosquito bat in the background. My dad and mom use that bat to kill all the mosquitoes that try to bite me. One day I touched that mosquito bat and started crying a lot. It hurt a lot

Prasanna maama took this picture. He seldom poses for the picture. So here is a picture of him.

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Dhina Thaatha and Jemi Paama

Today Dhina thaatha and Jemi paama came to see me. Dhina thaatha had white beard. Jemi paama had a glass. When they came home I stared at them. They smiled at me and made peaceful sounds.  They appeared soft. So I smiled back at them. Then they carried me and I was happy.

This photograph was taken in Dhina thaathaa's blackberry phone. In the backdrop you can see the posters that dad sticks on the wall. Dhina thaatha is a pastor and a bible teacher. He taught many bible teaching methods to my dad.

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Guitar with dad

My dad started playing this song. I climbed the bed and sat on his lap and started accompanying him. 

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I am a tabla artist

Today my dad gave me this Bongos. I started playing it immediately. 

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