| Heavy Weight Tip from Waitless.org! |  |
| Heavy Weight Tip from Waitless.org! |  |
Sometimes, cellphone companies just outdo themselves in an effort to be different, and to drive in the advertising message subtly, deeply, (an increasingly difficult thing to do in this message-bloated world).
Sprint has come up with a cool new concept called "Wait Less" and save more time!
To accompany that message, they have a website titled waitless.org.
You can even submit timesaving tips there!
Here is a unique timesaving(?) tip, which saves more than just time, in my view!
Imagine being able to soothe a inconsolably crying baby in just a few seconds!
See this picture below!
I didn't believe it when I saw this video! (Visit this link)
You mightn't either!
But, looks like it works! And, quite scientific a reason too! Seems the baby is reminded of memories of the first water it felt! The fluids that supported it in the womb itself, no less!
My son is too old for me to try this out. Will other parents give me their thoughts?
Rajendran.
Sprint has come up with a cool new concept called "Wait Less" and save more time!
To accompany that message, they have a website titled waitless.org.
You can even submit timesaving tips there!
Here is a unique timesaving(?) tip, which saves more than just time, in my view!
Imagine being able to soothe a inconsolably crying baby in just a few seconds!
See this picture below!
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I didn't believe it when I saw this video! (Visit this link)
You mightn't either!
But, looks like it works! And, quite scientific a reason too! Seems the baby is reminded of memories of the first water it felt! The fluids that supported it in the womb itself, no less!
My son is too old for me to try this out. Will other parents give me their thoughts?
Rajendran.
| Happy Birthday, Maria Montessori! | |
| Happy Birthday, Maria Montessori! | |
My son studies at Navadisha, a Montessori-system based school in Velachery, south of Chennai.
Today, he had a day off, thanks to the Birth Anniversary of Dr. Maria Montessori!
With grandparents not at home (visiting relatives at Bangalore), and both of us (my wife and I) tending to insatiable software mills at work, we had a tough time managing Aditya today.
Just thought will make a 'rib-tickler' ToonDoo about the scene.
Here it is.
Rajendran.
Today, he had a day off, thanks to the Birth Anniversary of Dr. Maria Montessori!
With grandparents not at home (visiting relatives at Bangalore), and both of us (my wife and I) tending to insatiable software mills at work, we had a tough time managing Aditya today.
Just thought will make a 'rib-tickler' ToonDoo about the scene.
Here it is.
Rajendran.
| ToonDoo - A cool tool for my son! | |
| ToonDoo - A cool tool for my son! | |
Hi,
It's been quite some time that I wrote here.
In fact, it's been quite some time since I had a bloggable interaction with my son.
Reason: I was working a bit too hard with my team to launch a cool new tool from Jambav, called ToonDoo, the Cartoon Strip Creator from Jambav.
As the potential for 'vandalism' was a much bigger threat than the usual Jambav content, we decided to spin it out as a separate entity, but I must say, the usual Jambav coolness and Flash magic is all there, the team has really excelled itself bringing it out.
The way I see it, ToonDoo is a really wonderful tool to create and sustain interest among the kids for topics that are usually boring.
Already the world over, many educational bloggers are giving a lot of praise for ToonDoo's capabilities as a tool in the classroom.
And, I am sure users will find even more interesting ways to exploit ToonDoo with students than we can ever think of.
I plan to use ToonDoo with my son by asking him to complete a ToonDoo that I made.
Let me explain:- A ToonDoo is a strip of boxes (1, 2 or 3). I plan to choose a Three-Box ToonDoo, and do only Two of them, and challenge him to select the right characters and props and think up the continuity of the scenario and complete it.
That's just ONE way I plan to use ToonDoo with my son.
I have many more. Will share them here, over time.
Do you have any other ideas?
Do write in.
Thanks.
Rajendran.
It's been quite some time that I wrote here.
In fact, it's been quite some time since I had a bloggable interaction with my son.
Reason: I was working a bit too hard with my team to launch a cool new tool from Jambav, called ToonDoo, the Cartoon Strip Creator from Jambav.
As the potential for 'vandalism' was a much bigger threat than the usual Jambav content, we decided to spin it out as a separate entity, but I must say, the usual Jambav coolness and Flash magic is all there, the team has really excelled itself bringing it out.
The way I see it, ToonDoo is a really wonderful tool to create and sustain interest among the kids for topics that are usually boring.
Already the world over, many educational bloggers are giving a lot of praise for ToonDoo's capabilities as a tool in the classroom.
And, I am sure users will find even more interesting ways to exploit ToonDoo with students than we can ever think of.
I plan to use ToonDoo with my son by asking him to complete a ToonDoo that I made.
Let me explain:- A ToonDoo is a strip of boxes (1, 2 or 3). I plan to choose a Three-Box ToonDoo, and do only Two of them, and challenge him to select the right characters and props and think up the continuity of the scenario and complete it.
That's just ONE way I plan to use ToonDoo with my son.
I have many more. Will share them here, over time.
Do you have any other ideas?
Do write in.
Thanks.
Rajendran.
| My Dad - World's Best Dad! | |
| My Dad - World's Best Dad! | |
Somebody once said, "There is always one most beautiful child in this world, and every mother has it!".
I guess, it can be modified a little bit without affecting its truthfulness, to say, "There is always one World's Best Dad and every son has it!".
My dad has been role-model, friend, guide, moral shadow, and everything else a boy would look up to in his old man, and I will consider myself successful if I can do half as much, for Aditya.
Some fourteen or so years ago, when my dad's sixtieth birthday came around, I wanted to give him a special present, a gift he would remember.
I took a passport size photo of his, used it as the basis, drew up a pen sketch of him, and made a custom greeting card anointing him the Best Dad of the Century.
And, just like I expected, he loved the card, and has treasured it with him all these years, as one of the best gifts he had ever got.
Until, that is, my son set eyes upon it by chance.
Yesterday, I got a call on my phone from Aditya, who was nearly in tears. He said, he had seen the card I had given my dad, he had wanted to do a similar one for me, but he was unable to draw the face like I had done, and he started crying full-blown.
I consoled him that I would help him once I reached home, and I also told him that I was probably 22 years old when I did that, while Aditya was just six years old now, and he was already doing a splendid job as an artist, for that age. He felt a little better, I thought, and he hung up.
Later that evening, when I reached home, he greeted me proudly with a "Best Dad in the World" (which I guess is better than Best Dad of the Century!) card, and I was really taken aback at his ability to draw from an original. So much so that I asked my dad "Hey, did you help him by any chance?".
Here is the original card I made for my Dad, and the one my son made for me. These are 'thumbnails'. Click on them to see the large-size original.
The Frontpage:- (Click to enlarge)
The Inside:- (Click to enlarge)
My son's response:- (Click to enlarge)
Sachin Tendulkar once said in an interview, that Fatherhood had taught him something that decades of competitive cricket hadn't. That it was good to lose, sometimes.
I couldn't agree more.
I am not ashamed that at this age, I couldn't have done as good a job. I am in fact, proud to lose to my son.
Rajendran.
I guess, it can be modified a little bit without affecting its truthfulness, to say, "There is always one World's Best Dad and every son has it!".
My dad has been role-model, friend, guide, moral shadow, and everything else a boy would look up to in his old man, and I will consider myself successful if I can do half as much, for Aditya.
Some fourteen or so years ago, when my dad's sixtieth birthday came around, I wanted to give him a special present, a gift he would remember.
I took a passport size photo of his, used it as the basis, drew up a pen sketch of him, and made a custom greeting card anointing him the Best Dad of the Century.
And, just like I expected, he loved the card, and has treasured it with him all these years, as one of the best gifts he had ever got.
Until, that is, my son set eyes upon it by chance.
Yesterday, I got a call on my phone from Aditya, who was nearly in tears. He said, he had seen the card I had given my dad, he had wanted to do a similar one for me, but he was unable to draw the face like I had done, and he started crying full-blown.
I consoled him that I would help him once I reached home, and I also told him that I was probably 22 years old when I did that, while Aditya was just six years old now, and he was already doing a splendid job as an artist, for that age. He felt a little better, I thought, and he hung up.
Later that evening, when I reached home, he greeted me proudly with a "Best Dad in the World" (which I guess is better than Best Dad of the Century!) card, and I was really taken aback at his ability to draw from an original. So much so that I asked my dad "Hey, did you help him by any chance?".
Here is the original card I made for my Dad, and the one my son made for me. These are 'thumbnails'. Click on them to see the large-size original.
The Frontpage:- (Click to enlarge)
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The Inside:- (Click to enlarge)
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My son's response:- (Click to enlarge)
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Sachin Tendulkar once said in an interview, that Fatherhood had taught him something that decades of competitive cricket hadn't. That it was good to lose, sometimes.
I couldn't agree more.
I am not ashamed that at this age, I couldn't have done as good a job. I am in fact, proud to lose to my son.
Rajendran.
| My Stealth Valentine, and my son's Maturity! | |
| My Stealth Valentine, and my son's Maturity! | |
Yesterday was Valentine's Day, and for me, it holds special meaning because I proposed to my future wife on that very day, ten years ago.
I don't have explicit permission for it, I would otherwise quote the exact Spike Milligan poetry I used to woo her.
Anyway, my wife 'commemorated' the event by gifting me a costly sleek PDA Phone from O2, called the Stealth.
See here below!
We needed a run up though, to the event. My son had to be 'prepared' about it, and I did that by telling him the one provided by the office had gone bad, and needed to be replaced. He sounded quite okay about it.... Until that is, the brick landed home. Last evening, when he saw it in my hand, there was an instant change in his mood, he refused to eat his dinner, he refused to come and even hold it in his hand.
I tried pacifying him by inviting him to switch it on first, place it on first-time-charge, pull out the stylus, etc, that he did half-heartedly.
Later in the night, and the next morning, (that is today), my wife told me a few interactions she had had with Aditya.
Today, we reached an agreement, sort of!
Aditya was the first person to switch it on.
He made the first call into the phone.
He used the stylus first.
And, he has already booked the phone, to be inherited from me, when I grow old to become a grandpa, and he goes to college. (Wonder how I will be a grandpa when he is still at college! Interesting logic these kids have!!)
Rajendran.
I don't have explicit permission for it, I would otherwise quote the exact Spike Milligan poetry I used to woo her.
Anyway, my wife 'commemorated' the event by gifting me a costly sleek PDA Phone from O2, called the Stealth.
See here below!
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We needed a run up though, to the event. My son had to be 'prepared' about it, and I did that by telling him the one provided by the office had gone bad, and needed to be replaced. He sounded quite okay about it.... Until that is, the brick landed home. Last evening, when he saw it in my hand, there was an instant change in his mood, he refused to eat his dinner, he refused to come and even hold it in his hand.
I tried pacifying him by inviting him to switch it on first, place it on first-time-charge, pull out the stylus, etc, that he did half-heartedly.
Later in the night, and the next morning, (that is today), my wife told me a few interactions she had had with Aditya.
- She was all praise, how mature Aditya's behavior had become! - He was trying so hard to hide the fact that he was upset because of the new phone in my hand! And, was even explicitly stating that he wasn't upset because of that, but was having a pain in his stomach, that's all... (I wondered, wow, what a way to measure maturity!)
- Last night, just before going to sleep, he had asked her, "So, who has more THINGS Mom, is it me or is it Dad?", to which she had said, "It is you, my dear, who has more THINGS". But, he had shot back with a last word-clincher, "Yeah, but it is Dad's stuff that are costly!".
- Seems today morning, he asked her why I was given a phone when I already had one. And, once Radha explained that it was only because the other temporary phone would be taken back by the company once I get a new one, he kinda subsided.
Today, we reached an agreement, sort of!
Aditya was the first person to switch it on.
He made the first call into the phone.
He used the stylus first.
And, he has already booked the phone, to be inherited from me, when I grow old to become a grandpa, and he goes to college. (Wonder how I will be a grandpa when he is still at college! Interesting logic these kids have!!)
Rajendran.
| Jim - All Chin, No Work! | |
| Jim - All Chin, No Work! | |
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Jim Allchin of Microsoft, co-president of the Platforms and Services Division, is now FORMER co-president of the platforms and services division.
Yes, he retired after working for seventeen long years with the company he loved a lot.
But then, he is now moving into company he loves a lot more, too!
In his blog (probably he will move to some other blogging platform soon), he writes tongue-in-cheek, about what he looks forward to, as a typical day at home, away from work.
For the complete post, see here.
Some excerpts:-
It is gonna be interesting watching Jim Allchin get into some real work. ;-) Probably, Jambav should invite him to join our parenting blog community.
- 7:00 AM: Breakfast with my sons. Ended up doing a product comparison review of the various cereals we had in our pantry. Sugar does beat the natural stuff and my suspicions about the impact of packaging on the post purchase experience were spot on. It turns out the box does matter.
- 7:40 AM: Kids off to school.
- 7:45 AM: Went to check email. Only two pieces.
- 7:46 AM: Checked network connection to see why I am not getting any email. Everything working perfectly.
- 8:00 AM: Went to clean up the playroom so that it’s organized for when the kids get home. Ended up building an application to sort the Legos using a SQL Server backend and a Windows Presentation Foundation front-end on Windows Vista. Can’t decide whether the primary index of the database should be color or size of the piece. While searching the web discovered that Lego means “I put together” in Latin.
- 9:30 AM: Spent 45 minutes looking around the house for the big refrigerator with the free soda just like Microsoft – was unable to find it.
- 10:15 AM: Worked on my Windows logo latch hook rug – another couple days and I’ll finish the red.
- 11:00 AM: Watched Rachel Ray – god is she engaging. Maybe she should do the launch of the next version of Windows.
- 11:30 AM: Checked mail again. No messages.
- 11:31 AM: Turned off Spam filter.
- 12:00 PM: Went out to lunch with my wife. Was surprised to see so many other people out for lunch during the week. I wonder if they have been buzzing around for all of these years that I have been in building 26.
- 1:30 PM: Went to check out the Apple store at University Village to see what all of the hype was about. Ended up demoing Windows Vista for all of the employees (and a few customers). All they could say was “Wow.” Ended up leading a group of them over to BestBuy to help them pick out new PCs with Windows Vista pre-loaded. Need to go to the Bellevue store tomorrow.
- 3:00 PM: Checked email. 150 unread messages. Unfortunately, 149 of them were spam.
- 3:10 PM: Turned Spam filter back on.
- 3:15 PM: Went to drive the afternoon carpool run. Spent 20 minutes waiting in line behind other parents whose kids weren’t even outside yet. Need to write paper about Next Generation Carpool Queuing solution (NGCQ) that integrates Windows Live Presence with the driveway scheduler. Must get appointment with school principal when it’s done.
- 4:00 PM: Home with the boys. Went to the playroom to help them build a train layout. Ended up doing interoperability test to study compatibility issues related to using Thomas trains on Brio track. Turns out while they work, the trains perform better on their native platform. Need to try Brio trains on Thomas track tomorrow.
- 4:30 PM: After a phone call with my Mom, I decided I needed to configure her account as a standard user for Windows Vista. This gives new meaning to “parental controls”, but a son has to do what a son has to do.
- 5:00 PM: Dinner with the family. After they finished asking who was this strange man sitting at the dinner table, we had a great conversation about the kids’ day. May have spent too much time asking them “how they would have done things better” and “what do they see as their key areas for growth.”
- 6:45 PM: Read kids a bedtime story. They seem to be recently interested in “chapter books.” I was amazed by how quickly they fell asleep when I read them one of my favorite classics, “The Theory of Recursive Functions and Effective Computability” by Rogers.
- 7:30 PM: Checked email. Again. No new email.
- 7:31 PM: Turned Spam filter off again.
- 8:00 PM: Went down to my music room to play my guitar. Dozed off on the couch.
Rajendran.
| My son teaches me about the spacebar! | |
| My son teaches me about the spacebar! | |
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To me, a spacebar is a spacebar, the long key on the keyboard.
But to my son? -- Read on to know what happened!
We read a lot these days, my son and I.
Typically, I read, and he (hopefully!), listens.
Currently, we are reading the first Harry Potter book together.
Once in a while, just to ensure he feels 'involved' with the story, I would ask him to read a few sentences, and also write them out on his workbook.
He would gladly take that up, but always would run into problems when stringing out words on a straight line because he rarely respects the need for a space between two words.
Thinking a modern-day kid would be better off taught using the computer as a backdrop, I asked him, which was the biggest key on the keyboard. Pat came the answer "The Spacebar".
Wanting to drum into him the importance of the "space" in written language, wanting to make him realize that is the reason the keyboard has such a large key for "SPACE" while the other keys are pretty small in comparison, I asked him, "So, what is the spacebar used for, tell me?"
That was when I realized, my son is not just more modern than me, he is more modern than I thought.
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So, guess what my son's answer was?
"The Spacebar is used for JUMPING!!".
That was when I closed down the book we were reading and gave him a good old-fashioned lesson on why words need to be separated by a space, and also made a mental note not to let him play at the computer for too long.
Rajendran.
| Seven Types of Love - Oneupwomanship! | |
| Seven Types of Love - Oneupwomanship! | |
I knew love was never measurable or gradable.
It just happened.
It just transpired.
But I also knew that one could love a person MORE or LESS than one loved another.
But, only today, I discovered (see research paper here!) that one could actually put numeric values and GRADE love!
Wow!
And, guess my chagrin when I realize that a woman's love comes ahead and higher up than a man's!
Only saving grace is a child's love is of the cheaper, more selfish kind, at least!
See chart below!
Comments?
It just happened.
It just transpired.
But I also knew that one could love a person MORE or LESS than one loved another.
But, only today, I discovered (see research paper here!) that one could actually put numeric values and GRADE love!
Wow!
And, guess my chagrin when I realize that a woman's love comes ahead and higher up than a man's!
Only saving grace is a child's love is of the cheaper, more selfish kind, at least!
See chart below!
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Comments?
| Management and Parenting - Resembling each other again! | |
| Management and Parenting - Resembling each other again! | |
Not very long ago, I had posted about how a Management Gospel was fitting well as a parenting tip too.
(See that post here - Management Gospel about Parenting)
That was about reading something on Management, and applying it to Parenting.
Seth Godin, yes, he with the clickable head, wrote a perfect compliment to it today.
He writes in his blog, about how children are like snowflakes.
They are usually only to point out to you the NATURE of the problem, the UNIQUENESS of it all, and how, more often than not, ONE SIZE DOESN'T FIT ALL.
Goes to show, where all you can pick up advice, if only you know how and what to look for.
Reminds me of some very serious advice I read a while ago, about shoes for children.
One real DON'T in that list was, "Do not make your younger ones wear the hand-me-downs from the older ones".
It seems, the shoes once worn by a child, takes a contour that fits the foot, and it is nearly impossible to change that contour once it sets, and force fitting it on to the next child will really damage the tender foot....
Now, are you able to see what I am seeing here?
There is a real 'parenting nugget' hidden in that Shoe-Shop advice.
Making a younger one try and get into the shoes of the elder, is not just harmful for the foot. It is harmful for the whole personality of the younger child. It creates unnecessary pressure and forgets the fact that each child is unique and it is foolish to try and make the younger a spitting image of the elder.
Stepping into the shoes of ---- Hmm, what an image it conjures up! And, see this page, and look at what an anticlimactic example this dictionary-page gives, for stepping into the shoes of.... Just what I have been professing NOT TO DO!
Well, that's life for you!
(See that post here - Management Gospel about Parenting)
That was about reading something on Management, and applying it to Parenting.
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He writes in his blog, about how children are like snowflakes.
I quote from that post:-He goes on to draw a comparison with organizations, and says most advice is not to give you real useful plug-and-play solutions.
The other day, I heard a parent wistfully point out that kids never act just the way they say they will in all those parenting books. "What to Expect?" Not really. Sort of like snowflakes, they're all different.
They are usually only to point out to you the NATURE of the problem, the UNIQUENESS of it all, and how, more often than not, ONE SIZE DOESN'T FIT ALL.
Goes to show, where all you can pick up advice, if only you know how and what to look for.
Reminds me of some very serious advice I read a while ago, about shoes for children.
One real DON'T in that list was, "Do not make your younger ones wear the hand-me-downs from the older ones".
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It seems, the shoes once worn by a child, takes a contour that fits the foot, and it is nearly impossible to change that contour once it sets, and force fitting it on to the next child will really damage the tender foot....
Now, are you able to see what I am seeing here?
There is a real 'parenting nugget' hidden in that Shoe-Shop advice.
Making a younger one try and get into the shoes of the elder, is not just harmful for the foot. It is harmful for the whole personality of the younger child. It creates unnecessary pressure and forgets the fact that each child is unique and it is foolish to try and make the younger a spitting image of the elder.
Stepping into the shoes of ---- Hmm, what an image it conjures up! And, see this page, and look at what an anticlimactic example this dictionary-page gives, for stepping into the shoes of.... Just what I have been professing NOT TO DO!
I quote again:- When his father retires, Victor will be ready to step into his shoes. It will take a very special person to fill Barbara's shoes.(Couldn't he think of a different example, I wonder! Must he always use Son stepping into Father's shoes, for godssake!)
Well, that's life for you!
| Come On, Grandpa! How COULD you! | |
| Come On, Grandpa! How COULD you! | |
Some explanations, first.
(In blogging terminology, what they call "FULL DISCLOSURE").
Vembu, our latest blogger at Jambav, and the first grandpa to blog with us, recently wrote about how his grandson showed traits of 'chauvinism' when he refused to dance along with some girls.
The grandson he wrote about is Aditya, none other than my own son. Yes, he is my father-in-law.
Radha Vembu, his daughter, works in the same company as I do, AdventNet Inc, though with a different product team, called SQLOne.
Given that Radha and I work from the same office, and our home is just a few hundred yards from work, Aditya visits us occasionally, late in the evenings.
He usually spends that time with the Jambav team, playing games, giving 'user' feedback, and sometimes, finding bugs in our stuff.
Now, on to what happened TODAY.
Today though, one of our over-enthu teammates took him to a computer and showing him the photo that featured him immobile (refer this blogpost by his grandpa), asked him what happened, and whether he wouldn't dance with girls still.
And, that blew it! In a very very uncharacteristic manner, the usually brave and strongwilled boy just started crying loudly, and hugging me, hid his face from the others around him. No amount of consolation would do! I had to call his mom to distract him on to something else. Later I learnt that he had told his mom that he had been made fun of, that there was this photo of his, which had an arrow showing him particularly, and this was an incident so long ago (happened last year!), and why was it being talked about now! I also heard that he had complained that the other boy in the group, who also didn't sing that day, wasn't shown in the photograph and wanted to know why! (I plead guilty for that, I cut it up so that it fit the blog post better, both physically and metaphorically!)
Radha was pretty angry with me, and my teammates who had brought his attention to that post. She even wanted to pull down that picture of his (which I don't intend to).
But, I learned an important message today. I have said this before, and I say it again. This generation is special - very special - in the sense that this is the first generation of online denizens where people ACROSS generations will be active online simultaneously. Be it a grandpa on a geriatric forum and an active senior executive busy at work, or be it a mature adult online at work with his own teenage son roving cyberspace looking for chat friends. Either way, there are going to be clashes and differences galore. We need to be very very careful about what we write. (Wow, the word write itself pronounces the same as right!)
I remember Arthi of the Toddlerspeak blog telling us all about something similar. How she feels Akank is soon going to grow up, and read all the stuff that has been written about her, and she better do a politically correct job about it hence, etc.
Interesting times, these! Sorry Aditya, grandpa was only PRAISING YOU, calling attention to his genetic traits etc, okay?! I know you know the song backwards, dear!
(In blogging terminology, what they call "FULL DISCLOSURE").
Vembu, our latest blogger at Jambav, and the first grandpa to blog with us, recently wrote about how his grandson showed traits of 'chauvinism' when he refused to dance along with some girls.
The grandson he wrote about is Aditya, none other than my own son. Yes, he is my father-in-law.
Radha Vembu, his daughter, works in the same company as I do, AdventNet Inc, though with a different product team, called SQLOne.
Given that Radha and I work from the same office, and our home is just a few hundred yards from work, Aditya visits us occasionally, late in the evenings.
He usually spends that time with the Jambav team, playing games, giving 'user' feedback, and sometimes, finding bugs in our stuff.
Now, on to what happened TODAY.
Today though, one of our over-enthu teammates took him to a computer and showing him the photo that featured him immobile (refer this blogpost by his grandpa), asked him what happened, and whether he wouldn't dance with girls still.
And, that blew it! In a very very uncharacteristic manner, the usually brave and strongwilled boy just started crying loudly, and hugging me, hid his face from the others around him. No amount of consolation would do! I had to call his mom to distract him on to something else. Later I learnt that he had told his mom that he had been made fun of, that there was this photo of his, which had an arrow showing him particularly, and this was an incident so long ago (happened last year!), and why was it being talked about now! I also heard that he had complained that the other boy in the group, who also didn't sing that day, wasn't shown in the photograph and wanted to know why! (I plead guilty for that, I cut it up so that it fit the blog post better, both physically and metaphorically!)
Radha was pretty angry with me, and my teammates who had brought his attention to that post. She even wanted to pull down that picture of his (which I don't intend to).
But, I learned an important message today. I have said this before, and I say it again. This generation is special - very special - in the sense that this is the first generation of online denizens where people ACROSS generations will be active online simultaneously. Be it a grandpa on a geriatric forum and an active senior executive busy at work, or be it a mature adult online at work with his own teenage son roving cyberspace looking for chat friends. Either way, there are going to be clashes and differences galore. We need to be very very careful about what we write. (Wow, the word write itself pronounces the same as right!)
I remember Arthi of the Toddlerspeak blog telling us all about something similar. How she feels Akank is soon going to grow up, and read all the stuff that has been written about her, and she better do a politically correct job about it hence, etc.
Interesting times, these! Sorry Aditya, grandpa was only PRAISING YOU, calling attention to his genetic traits etc, okay?! I know you know the song backwards, dear!
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