We watched the movie "Up" couple of days ago. This morning, amidst the hustle-bustle of getting ready to school, he asked with a very puzzled look, 'அம்மா, up movie ல அந்த பாட்டி dead ஆகிட்டாங்கள்ல. அந்த lost paradise falls க்கு போகணும்னு அவங்க dream தான? அப்றம் அந்த தாத்தா ஏன் அந்த falls க்கு போனாங்க, வீட்டையும் எடுத்திட்டு? இதுதான் 2daysஆ எனக்கு doubt'. I was stumped. And reasoned that that's how we make up for missing people we dearly love-by doing things they care about the most.
He went on to prod, 'தாத்தா should be older than பாட்டி. Only older people die first, why did பாட்டி die first?' That brought a conversation of sorts around how younger people can also kick the bucket, and why பாட்டி need not necessarily be younger than தாத்தா. To which he went on with all earnestness, "I know, ma, I know, always the boy in the house is bigger than the girl. I have seen everywhere. See in our house, dada is 41, you are 40"
Later, on a different context, he was intrigued about what algorithms are. He has always had the doubt as to what didI discover as a Scientist. Today, i tried explaining what algorithms are....
Later we had a conversation about why it is phrased, 'கோபம் வருது'. Its not a part of us, and it only comes from elsewhere. We need to patiently handle this monster, else it shall slowly pervade into every face of life.
Saving the best for the last: while talking about one of his friend, who is very fond of him, Bloom quips: 'actually, he is a very good boy ma. He tries to make friends with everybody by being funny and naughty, but he is often misunderstood'. On close encounters with the guy, I was kind of irritated about the boys attitude (nobody, but His highness talks to him). I went on to ask why he was friends with the guy. Prompt came the reply, "பாவம் மா அவன், யாருமே friend இல்ல, அதான் நான் மட்டும் பேசுவேன். பாவம் தான?". To such kindness, what does the other guy spit? "You are a waste fellow", spills his water bottle, and always, always trying to grab every instant of Bloom etc. Too much of kindness is not good.
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