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Kids.

Children, though usually bugging are rather interestingly cute sometimes.

Here are a few episodes that deserve a mention.

Venue: Kota.
Child: Landlord's grandkid.

[I've come back from my class, and I'm climbing up the stairs. As I pass the middle floor, which is the landlord's living place, I see the Landlord's grandchild, about 4-5 yrs old, and looking up at me, as I pass. I smile at him, as he continues chewing the food, that his mother is probably feeding to him. I reach my room, open it and realize that I'd left something downstairs. I lose the bag, and go down. On my way down, the child is not there, as he's probably gone to get his next bite of the food from his mother. After finding whatever it was I had left behind, I start climbing the stairs, and again as I pass the middle floor, the child is there.]

Kid: *Astonished* I JUST saw you go up!!!!
Me: Yeah? .. Nice!
Kid: There are TWO of you!!!! :O
Me: Are you sure? Maybe I came back down when you weren't looking, and then climbed the stairs again?
Kid: NOOOooooo! I saw you go up, and then I saw another you go up. He was wearing an orange t-shirt, and you are wearing a blue one. (Actually, I was wearing a blue tee, with these patches that had an orange lining on them.. so ...)

Me: Okay... you wanna come upstairs and look for the other me?
Kid: Yeah!!
[He wears his slippers, comes and grabs my hand, and we both go upstairs, 1st to my room, then to the other rooms, then to the bathrooms, then to the terrace.]
Me: I really don't think there's another me.
Kid: No, but I SAW him! He looked like you, but he wasn't wearing specs. (His descriptions go more wild gradually)

[Eventually, I just go to my room, and he continues shouting "Sam Bhaiya" for another 20 minutes, till he decides to finally give up on the mystery.]


Venue: San Francisco, California.
Child: My 4 year old cousin.

Me[making conversation]: So how old are you?
Kid: Oh, I'm 4 years old.
Me: Ah... And when's your birthday?
Kid: Umm... I'm not sure... But maybe when I turn 5?

Same guy.
[ We are out to a family dinner, and my 4 year old cousin's family join in later, as they had gone to some kiddie place, like an amusement park for the day]
Me: So.. Where did u guys just come from?
Kid: *Points to the door*
Me: Ah ... :|

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Espèra said…
Haha. Dumb kids. :P
7/5/10, 11:29 PM
blog.sahil.me said…
Hahahaha. Nice cousin you got there. =P

And the Kota wala incident was toh awesome.
7/6/10, 7:56 PM
Sam said…
LOL, actually, the 4 year old cousin would probably make a good lawyer. Cuz even though he answered my questions, he didn't really answer them. :P
7/6/10, 8:36 PM
Sam said…
LOL, actually, the 4 year old cousin would probably make a good consultant. He answered the questions without telling me anything I didn't know already. :P
7/6/10, 9:05 PM
blog.sahil.me said…
Consultant or lawyer? Decide properly man.
7/6/10, 11:24 PM
A said…
Heeeeeeeeee Hawwwwwwwwwww.

Omg, this is like funny :p

I hate it when babies turn into toddlers and then into Dennis the Menace-s.
7/7/10, 10:07 AM
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