A slipping thought in sleep!!

Yesterday a very funny thing happenned with me. Quite embarrassing if you consider my age. While I was sleeping I suddenly fell off the bed with a big thumping noise. Even as I lay on the floor half-asleep and hurt, I could not help myself from laughing when I heard my sister, who had woken up by the noise, blabbering "ole baby" continously for over two minutes, obviously semi-conscious. As I managed to find my way back to the bed in the darkness, my sister came to me to check whether I was fine. I assured her I was fine and had only fallen from the bed. As she went back to sleep, I had one lingering thought running in my mind: In which way had I hit the floor, as in, on my stomach or on my back because each body part was paining equally bad!

An analyzed interpretation of an innocent poem!!!

It is another one of my poems which I clearly remember to have written back when I was in 2nd standard. It had rained heavily, yet I had obediently gone to school only to find a handful of students as sincere as me. We were made to sit in one of the classrooms and asked to write anything that comes in our mind. I had just written four lines of the poem, when it was announced a holiday and we came back home. But I still had the four lines in my mind and wanted to continue. So I finished the poem at home. Here is the poem.


It was dark,
In all the park,
I was waiting for the car,
Lonely with the stars.

The sun was rising,
And the moon was going,
But the car did not come,
And I waited for the evening,

When my friends will come,
And I will go,
With all my sorrows,
Because I wont play with my friends,
And I will have to study crying on a bench.

When I had written this poem, I had no hidden message along with it but now when I look at it I can see it quite differently. I can see it from the point of view of a rich child born with all the luxuries ( let me clear that I am nowhere related to this child) who even goes to play in a park escorted in a car. His parents (lets consider this child to be a boy) too busy to provide him with worldly pleasures, overlook the need for him to be emotionally secure and hence he is left alone, emotionally unsatisfied with stars to accompany him. Even the child fails to realize what he is missing and finally his priorities change and he is more comforted by his friends than family for happiness. I even like the last line which might give us an idea about the pressure the child has to face to do well academically and is forced to study regularly at such a tender age!

the story of a monster!! ---- one of my first written poems!!

I was seeing my scrap-book I had made years ago, sometime when I was eight or ten. I read a poem which I had made at that age which I found very amusing and funny. It was about a monster who had eaten a dove, which was apparently the love of the hero. It was very funny and cute and quite remarkable for a little kid to have written (there is no harm in praising yourself sometimes). I think I had made it when I was in 3^rd or 4^th standard, hardly 10years old. Here is the poem:-

I was once watching a horror-picture,

And then came a terrible creature,

It had one eye and one leg,

And was eating a blue egg.

He was also mad and crazy,

He even was very lazy.

He was very very dirty,

And that made me angry. (wondering now how angry ever rhymed with dirty?!?!)

There was a dove (abrupt change in story)

Who was hero’s love,

The villain catched the dove (it has to be assumed that the creature mentioned above was the villain)

And put it in a stove.

The dove died.

And the hero cried (no idea how the hero came to know about it)

The hero entered the monster’s house,

But there, he could only see a mouse (why a sudden reference to a mouse?!?!)

The hero went further inside,

The monster was sitting there, an empty plate beside (an empty plate refers to the dove been eaten)

The hero went towards the monster to kill him,

But he was late, the monster had seen him.

And quickly jumped and attacked him. (no rhyming line for this :-( )

The hero was going to die,

So I closed my eyes,

But when at last I opened my eyes,

Thinking that seeing the end I will cry.

I saw the hero was leading (leading seems quite out of place here)
as the monster stay still, bleeding.

I was smiling and was filled with joy!

All I can say is that the hero was a brave boy!

A fruitful argument!!!

Sometimes arguments make us have a better insight at our own ideas and point-of-views. Some days ago i was arguing with one of my close friends about relationships and I realized I actually had a very strong opinion about relations. I don’t want to be very opinionated or preachy so I will try to put his point of view in the best way possible.

The argument started when he said that he wants to have a girl-friend but does not want to be committed. I found it quite weird because for me going out with someone means to be committed till you get married to them. I didn’t quite understand his point and asked him to clarify. For that he said, I want to have a girl-friend for now but not surely want to get married to her. Just harmless flirting with each other for some time and then have separate ways. It was such a repelling thought for me and I quite rudely said that I don’t believe in such fake affairs. According to him, you cannot be sure that the person is ideal for you, so you shouldn’t commit so early. I definitely agree, but if you are not so sure then why be in such a relationship at all. Just distance yourself to being a friend only, why label it as she being your girl-friend? He said you cant simply wait for your ideal match to come from heavens just for you to marry him. I said he might not, but it still doesn’t mean I have to keep experimenting every single guy until I find Mr. Perfect. I don’t have to jump to actions every time I am infatuated to someone. I can wait and finally commit myself when I am absolutely sure that he is the one I want to marry. Then he asked me what if the other person you want to get married to dumps you in between? I felt that it would be an altogether different situation which I could not help for. I would not be my fault if someone plays around with me, I will not be guilty. But having such intentions beforehand from your side can never be justified. Then he further continued the argument saying that you might find somebody better than him, then you would want to leave him. In my opinion if you are deeply in love with someone, you would never even compare them with anybody else. People ofcourse might be better than him but being better does not necessarily mean they would be better in a relationship for you than him. For you, your some-one special will be perfect for you. He raised a question that what if your relationship is not perfect? Hmm… that would be very unfortunate. But no relationship is perfect. You have to work constantly to make it perfect. And unfortunate still if it doesn’t work out well, it is not the best thing that could happen to you. But even then that does not justify the need to have temporary affairs. At least you should genuinely try to be together till the end. For this, he said that I have never been in a relationship to know how it feels being dumped. My answer, I may not have been, but if at all that might have happened I would even more crave for a stable ever-lasting affair than a temporary one because then I would have been hurt enough to face the same pain again!

Brainsmiths- Mind formation not mindless information!

Today was one of my closest friend’s birthday, Sanjana. The interesting part is that I talked to her exactly after a year. The last conversation we had was on her previous birthday. And we gradually lost touch while she helplessly made efforts to get my contact number. But it never felt as if we hadn’t talked all this long. There were no barriers due to distance and we talked for more than an hour!

It felt so good to talk to her after all this time and suddenly all the memories of her flushed back into my memory. We became friends when I joined Brainsmiths Coaching classes in 10^th and we were tuition-mates. Earlier we weren’t very close to each other, but unexpectedly became so close that I would spend most of my time at her house. She loved watching movies and even though I am not much of a movie-freak we had seen every single movie released at that time, even lame movies like Rakht or Socha na tha or that Diya Mirza+Emraan Hashmi movie with the song “mujhe tumse mohabbat hai. Not only her, everybody in Brainsmiths was good-natured and fun-loving. I had the best time of my life there. The best part was nobody was fake or artifitial in anyway and we had such innocent definitions of having fun. We used to eat junk food (noodles or samosas) all the time at simple cheap places and loved having ice-creams all the time. We would puncture each other’s cycles, play truth-and-dare all the time, tease each other and sometimes study together. We would go to temples and churches but would make a lot of noise that we would leave the place feeling embarrassed. We would sit for hours after the tuitions got over, simply chatting about every single topic we could think of. Even the teachers wouldn’t mind our mischiefs but still would lecture us all the time to get serious about life.Those day were so simple, sweet, lovely, unsophisticated with absolutely no worries. We failed in many attempts to go for morning walks, only to gather at Sanjana’s house and eat lovely breakfast and then decide to go for a movie. Even working in Sanjana’s kitchen was fun whenever her mom asked us to. It was there, I had learnt to make coffee while we used to study together. We would stir coffee powder and sugar for a long time before pouring milk on it.

“Brain-fiesta” our cultural programme that year was the best party I have ever been to. We had presented an excellent dance-number, had lovely dinner and danced till 10 (which for us was a big deal in 10^th) at the DJ party. It was at that DJ party that I had learnt crazy dance steps which I can never ever forget. I was also given the “most sincere student” award which seemed very funny to everybody because I was the naughtiest girl there. Sanjana had got the “best performance” award for which everybody said that maybe our titles had got exchanged because she was definitely very sincere in studies. It was Brainsmiths where I got my name “gaay” (cow) and I never even felt awkward whenever they called me that.

Me and Pranjali had named our group as “nutties” which initially included only girls. And the boys then made a group called “Aasma” taking initials of their names. Later these two groups merged into one lovely group which even after many years if meets will never be formal, never artifitial to one another and am sure will chatter for hours together.

Most of the time it was me, Sanjana, Pranjali, Amrit, Mayank and Siddharth who would hang out together but we were occasionally joined by Aishwarya(vatsa and Mishra), Aditya, Megha, Ruhi, Arpit, Rohit, Divya, Nikita, Apoorva and many others. I love all of them and simply treasure (like everybody else in our group) every single moment of brainsmiths. We had even made diaries for everybody where we had written funny things about everybody which would remind us of them later and make us smile. I still have a sudden gush of happiness whenever I look at the diaries. So many wonderful memories are stored in there.

MY FAMILY!!!!

This was supposed to be one of my earliest posts on my blog, but for no reason I kept delaying it. Anyways better late than never!:-)

This is about the most important thing in my life, which has shaped me for whatever I am now, My Family. With no exaggeration I can proudly say that this is the best family (slightly larger than others, hehe) in the world. I feel the luckiest person on earth to be a part of this “SVLUVG” family (to be read as ‘yes, we love jee/ G for Gayatri’). Now let me talk about every member of this great family individually.

In SVLUVG order, let me write about the lifeline of our family. S- Savithri that is my mom! How can I ever stop talking about her!?! I not only love her deeply but more than that respect and admire her for the woman she is. So strong, so talented, so enthusiastic about life, always level-headed, so humble, so inncocent and child-like yet very mature, she simply balances both her office and family amazingly. We can never even think handling anything without her. At her age (going to be 57, big age difference I know, but I have three elder sisters) she is more enthusiastic than all the teenagers alive. I can with no doubt say that if challenged to race with any teenager; my atheletic mom would be the one who will win!! She is always full of energy, ask her to participate even in something she might not have even heard about, she would participate heartily, put all her energy to it and practice continuously till she perfects it. I remember the yearly hindi-divas in her office, where she would participate in everything right from hindi-poetry recitation to hindi-song competitions despite her poor hindi. And then will recite her poems (my hindi course book poems) or learn a song from somewhere and sing it, all through the day. And the days when she was transferred to Ujjain, she would daily travel for two hours and after coming back she would enthusiastically dance till 12 during navaratris and it would be me in the end who will force her to come home. Plus she is incredibly brilliant! You need not teach her anything at all, she will grasp everything before you know it. And yes, she loves boasting about it to my innocent pavam dad! Not to forget an unbeatable memory. She remembers every single date and phone-number that could be of any use!

She is the best mom in the world and never asks anything from us in return. Bad daughters as we are, we shout and yell at her all the time about the silliest of things. Still she would never shout back and on the other hand will simply fulfill our craziest of demands without complaining at all (though sharing her worries with Makhijani auntie can be excused, hehe). She is overloaded with worries and troubles in her life. As it is her office is so tiring, after that she sometimes has to run to the hospital at 2 in the night(my dad being a heart-patient), come to manipal to get me admitted to college and check whether everything is proper, go to my sister’s place for her delivery and then also make arrangements for my other sister’s marriage! We simply expect her to do everything for everybody! And when we go back home, we consider ourselves to be the queen’s of the world in large and order her around, expecting her to make delicious food for us (by the way, she is a wonderful cook) and plainly forgetting that she also has a hectic office-life.

Ohhk let me stop here or else even the entire space in internet will not be enough to write on. And I still have five more incredible people in my life to write about!!!

To continue with the next person in my SVLUVG is my daaaaaad. He is a proud “IITian” who loves talking high about his daughters to anybody who agrees to listen. He is simply sweeeet with his usual chant of “ongu amma ennu tithina” thousand times a day, his rigorous walks for more than three hours daily, his pain-staking sessions of free-cell everyday, his calls in every two hours, his latest craze for forwarded mails and high-tech mobiles and his high-pitched recital of the song “muthaitiru…”. He is lost in his own world making flailing attempts to get in synch with the world. He repeats the same jokes everytime and surprisingly laughs as hard as he would have for the first time. He simply loves kids but connects to them strangely which often scares them away!

I remember the times when he was transferred to Bhopal and I would visit him during my summer vacations, he would daily buy me ice-creams from top-in-town and as many chocolates as I wanted.

If I know him well, the best thing that he would surely be pleased with, would be to relax with the cooler on and to have someone walking on his legs and massaging them {I could not think of a better word :-(}

He is the silent supporter of our family who subtly looks after everbody and provides us with everything we need. All these years he has never bought anything for himself but simply saved every single penny to fulfill our desires and to make our future secure! He is the best example of all the loving dads the banking and insurance companies advertise about!

Now comes my eldest sister Lakshmi or as I call her “lakshmikka”. She is a genius, unbeatable in everything. Anybody who knows her well can never stop praising her to glory! She has the mind of a computer and can easily top any exam without even putting efforts. She is also wonderful cook (I think that is in our blood. Everybody cooks so well, except me:-( )

She is the one who is most attached to the family. She would be genuinely concerned for everybody and looks into every detail, consider every aspect, pros and cons about every single thing related to us. She is a typical Cancerian and is a very loving mother! Even at the age of 15, she was the one who took care of me more than my mother. I have heard that whenever anybody would praise any other kid infront of her, she would become all possessive and say, “apni gayu koi kam thodi hai!” She is completely a family-person and would do anything for her family (who else would reject the calls from all IIMs to get married?!?!?) Plus she is so simple, never dresses up, no make-up at all and would walk everywhere in simple slippers.

To sum it up, I can say, she is the ideal daughter, ideal wife, ideal mother, ideal sister and ideal person as a whole. You can never relate her to anything that is wrong. People get distracted but she has incredible control over herself and can never do anything that is bad.

Hmm… let me proceed with my next sister, Vidya (vidikka). She was the one I spent most time with, in my childhood. As a kid, I used to call her cleanliness-freak which she is actually! But more than that, she has an amazing personality. She carries herself so well, always well-dressed with a cute-dimpled smile! She easily wins people’s trust and can talk amiably to any type of person.

She loves reading books (which she enculcated in me earlier) and has a brilliant vocabulary! When she was in Indore she made me talk to her only in English because of which I was very fluent at it. But as she shifted to a different place for her studies, I gradually lost touch with my command on English (sigh). She was the one who used to give me food everyday when I came tired from school and forcefully made me drink milk two times a day! She taught me almost all the shlokas I know today and I can never forget the days when we both would sing together on the vehicle while driving to any place. And it is only because of her that I am such a sleepy-head now. Earlier she would force me to sleep every afternoon when I was hyperactive. Now all the energy is gone off me and only the habit of sleeping has remained. I miss the lovely dal-makhani and cakes she used to make!!

Now only remains my youngest elder sister, Umakka better known in manipal as my angel-sister living in Bangalore mainly because she is my financial support here! She is cute, she is lively, she is child-like and at the same time she is responsible, hard-working, perfectionist and a bit moody too. As a kid, she used to waste all her time in front of the mirror, talking to herself. She only taught me to make soap-bubbles and identify the sound lizards make. She used to take me to my dance classes in her cycle three times a week (she would come directly from her school which was far-away and with the remaining energy dance in the class). And she loved telling us with intricate details the dreams she saw daily. She was the only one in our family who would study hard in school and college, because of which she has owned herself a brilliant academic record too! She loves shopping, but not for herself, for me! She is very calm and balanced and hardly loses temper. She listens to every silly thing you have to say patiently. Tell her all your problems and she will always be there to help you out. And she loves doing the creative stuff, all kinds of paintings and knitting. When we used to go to Bhopal for our vacations she would make me walk all the way down to New-Market and buy all the material required for different kinds of paintings (emboss, sand, jardosi) and soft toys. And one significant thing about her is that in every phtograph of hers she looks totally different. One would find it hard to believe it’s the same person in all the photos. But all her photos are so interesting. Always a new expression in every photo with an exciting adventure to back it up!

In all I can say, with everybody showering their love and affection on me I consider myself very lucky to have such a great family. Love you all! Thanks for always being there.

P.S. I forgot to mention that Umakka has a funny habit of talking in her sleep!

Death Before Life!!

this is one of my favourite creations~~

Death before life

There was once a beautiful girl to be born,
To be the world’s princess, for the word to adorn.
She would have ruled the world with her charming smile,
To make everyone gawp and admire her unique style.
But her fate was pitiable and forlorn,
She had less of roses on her way and more of thorns.
Nobody wanted to have her in this world,
Her destiny slashed her dreams away, and her mind swirled.
She cried, she begged and she pleaded for mercy,
To let her be born to the deserving and the worthy.
She promised to be benevolent, and spread love everywhere,
To be helpful to the needy and shower them with care.
She would not let anyone down and fulfill everyone’s dreams,
But nobody heard any of her pathetic screams.
She was hurt, broken, with all her dreams lost.
Fatigue got her and she had to exhaust.
As she struggled incessantly for her life, for her breath,
She had no other option, but face her death.
Soon she was in God’s hands, feeling lonely and rejected,
God tried cheering her up, but she still felt neglected.
She glanced at god’s eyes and began to weep,
Her eyes were red and she cried herself to sleep.
Why did nobody want to have such an angel?
Who was confident, charming, loving and able.
Being a girl was a boon and not her fault,
Then why did she have face such kind of assault?
Nobody got to understand her worth,
She was brutally killed before her birth.
She could have been someone’s destiny, somebody’s life,If only she could have had a chance to survive.

my best-friend, Simran...

SIMRAN… what can I tell about her. There is so much to write about, so many fond memories I have shared with her. I just simply cannot stop myself from writing about her.
It has been 10years since I know her and she has always been there with me in sharing my enthusiasm for weird stuff. Stuff many people fancy but nobody dares to put into action. Yes, we have done things people might not even dream about.
When I think of Simran, what comes immediately into my mind is playing in sand and stones, trying to catch each other on cycles at high speed, skipping ropes till midnight, dancing in rains and jumping in dirty puddles, analyzing lizards, writing “dusht-papi” on every dusty window pane of cars we can find, walking barefoot, going to ATMs and taking out blank chits from there, watching Timon and pumba and imagining our friends in place of the cartoon characters, sitting on top of our colony’s water-tank, sitting on the other side of the narrow railing of my balcony (which was on the first floor), going for morning walks {which can hardly be called morning walks because all we used to do is stroll around agricultural colony, pluck wild flowers, eat “Bandar ki roti” (or “ratanjoth” as Lovy might call it!), look at the sunrise, talk to strangers and on our way back collect dates from the “khajur ka ped”} and most importantly playing BHOOT-BHOOT!
We used to talk to all kinds of animals as if they were really able to understand us. Once we were speaking to a chameleon we had spotted in a park and then suddenly it reacted as if it had understood what we were saying, making us laugh almost for an hour! We together had also invented several games, which are quite popular in our colony now. We had invented a very complicated song game which many have still not properly understood, the Scooby-doo game and a game even for playing badminton! And we never used to simply skate. We would make stories while skating about two girls competing for a skating event and many complicated stories would follow. We would also make funny stories with occasional mention to aliens! We had even named one of the trees we used to climb often as “mausi ped”. REASON: one day we had climbed on one of the trees as a usual routine and were playing household or more precisely “ghar-ghar”, when suddenly Simran thought that we should not be climbing trees as it might hurt them. And since I loved climbing trees I was giving her reasons why we should not stop doing so. First I said that it might not hurt them because they do not have nerves and it is the nervous system that “feels”. Still she wasn’t convinced so I came up with a new theory. I told her that we sit on our mother’s lap all the time. It never hurts her because she loves us so much to bear the pain. In a similar way, these trees are also like our moms, Mausi and they would not mind us sitting on them. She was convinced with my answer and from that day onwards not only us but almost everybody started calling that tree as Mausi Ped!
And once during navaratri, we both had got oranges from a house we had gone for Kanyabhojan. On our way back, I had finished half of my orange while she hadn’t even peeled hers. At that time I asked her to compete with me in eating the orange first. She obviously did not agree with me, so I began lecturing her dreamily that we should take up impossible challenges and try our hardest to achieve them. Too engrossed in my dreamy thought I started singing the lines from some song, “who sikandar hi kehlata hai, haari baazi ko jeetana jise aata hai” when I suddenly realized that Simran was not commenting at all. It was then I glanced at her to see her mouth full with orange! I realized (a bit late) that I was too busy singing to notice that she had finished the orange before me while I was still holding my half-eaten orange. She smirked at me and still teases me for my foolishness.
I have also shared one of my most embarrassing moments with her or more correctly because of her! We were once playing boogie-woogie in our colony where we were giving our special performance when I turned towards her; she held me with one hand and let me go. I spanned myself away from her and when I glanced at the audience, everyone was laughing their hearts out. Both of us were nonplussed by their amusement. Then I suddenly realized that I was no-more wearing the skirt I had worn. We both were unaware that when I swirled myself away from her, she by mistake had held my skirt so tight that it came off me. We both were so embarrassed and she quickly threw my skirt at me and I wore it as quickly as I could have. This was surely my worst “boogie-woogie” performance ever! To beat that, she has made me fall from swings very badly many times and is even responsible for me to get almost drowned! We had joined swimming classes nearby and on our first day playfully were pretending to drown at shallow waters. At that moment she told me to do the same thing a little deeper and I agreed. She went deeper inside without realizing the deepness and suddenly slipped deeper because of the slanted floor and actually started drowning. I had already learnt swimming previous year, so considering myself to be an expert I went to her as a lifeguard. And when I reached her, she clung to me so tightly that I was hardly able to move. In between the intervals, when I managed to get myself above the water, I tried explaining her to let me go so that I could at least try to save us but the moment was very panicky for explanation. In the end, she forcefully made me sit on the floor on my knees and jumped on my back to ask for help. Unfortunately people still thought we were pretending to drown and nobody came for rescue. When I was about to exhaust, a little girl luckily came there with an air-tube and Simran immediately held her tube and managed to tell her about our condition in between her the deep breaths. And the next moment, she looked down to search me but by then I was able to rise myself up since I was free from simran’s tight clench on me. Since then, we never dared to even pretend drowning!
Another moment which I would like to mention in this post would be of the day we sang in an orchestra. Once when an orchestra had come to perform in our colony, I suddenly thought of asking them to let us sing too. At first, Simran was a little hesitant about it so I went there alone and told them that I wanted to sing. They readily let me sing and I sang “ajeeb dastan hai yeh”. After seeing me sing, Simran really wanted to sing too. She asked me whether I would sing along with her and I agreed. So we went there and again told them to let us sing. We had decided to sing “mann sath samundar dol gaya” and that Simran would begin the song and sing till the first paragraph and I would continue from there. So she began singing and to her dismay, instead of playing the tune of that song they started playing “kajra re” in the background which messed up the whole song. She still struggled hard to sing the song in rhythm but failed and I was there at the stage giggling at the funny situation. I didn’t find it pretty hard to sing the next paragraph because by the time my chance came, I had prepared myself to sing the song in other tune. But Simran was very disappointed. But in the end, we both agree to one thing. What matters is the memory. At least she can cherish the fact that she got the opportunity to sing in an orchestra!
I also love to remember the silly fights we used to have! We have fought for the skin of a jack fruit (to put it in our shoes, to get the acupressure feeling), and at times when we both got extra-competitive in Scooby-doo games or when we choreographed dances for navratri or the times when she would get jealous (extremely jealous) whenever I paid more attention to other people than her. The funny part about this is she used to get jealous even when I used to talk to her school friends who I hardly know! Anyways, Simran has always been one of my truest friends and I really miss being with her I miss the times when we would sit in our colony garden and start talking philosophy, going to her house and simply sit there in her kitchen while she made khichdi for me, riding vacant tthelas and the time when I used to teach her for her 10th boards!

KIDS!!

People are always amazed by seeing the amount of patience I have for handling kids. But for me, I never felt the need to be patient with kids, because I simply enjoy every single moment I have with them. They help me relive my most cherished moments of childhood. They just let me be myself, without the fear of being judged. You can simply win their love, without being have to be pretty, intelligent or talented for them to love you. I never discourage kids from doing anything they desire to do or give them an excuse to hesitate from doing something they love to do, just for the fear of what others would think about it. I let kids do whatever they want to, without fussing about silly things because there is nothing in this world that can match the joy you see in a child’s eye when you give your support in their amusement. And you never know, by giving encouragement, you might actually give someone a memory of a lifetime!
I always have had a special place in my heart for children. Those innocent eyes are filled with so many candidly adorable dreams. I simply love their uncomplicated way of looking at life, with inquisitive queries about uncommon things. They have no worries, no miseries to make their colourful lives dull even for a second. Even if they are hurt, they would forget the pain as soon as they find the warmth of a cozy embrace. They can never be manipulative in their actions and trust people with no preconceived notions. They never judge you and simply accept you as you are without any complains or criticism. Plus, they are always filled with unlimited, inexhaustible energy and enthusiasm for learning new things and enjoy every single moment of their life to the fullest, without holding any grudges against anybody or having any fear for future. They are happy with small pleasures of life and you can see a truly delighted smile even with the simplest act of affection. They would be thrilled even if you give them a small candy.
They believe in whatever you say, because for them you are the world and they completely depend on you.