Essential tips to teach new skill sets to a child

We all need a passion to survive. The passion to fly a kite, the passion to bake bread, the passion to create a thing, the passion to pursue life, life skills to the best of ability.

Passion towards learning new skills in life depends on the attitude towards adapting new skills. The 5 essential key points to teach a child to have a better perspective towards learning.

5 essential tips to help a child learn new skills sets and life skills

Observation

The child has a mind of his own. He may make an abstract clay dough art or he might collect those little matchsticks to create a tower, your observation helps him to hold on to the abilities in a better way.  The child imitates steps from dancing competition or repeats lyrics, his skills should be monitored regularly.Here the power of observation comes up, exploration and learning comes as a consecutive spin-off. Observation of the child gives you an edge and a better view of assessment of the child’s skills and talent. Observation is the first step to understand a  child.

Appreciation

We as humans thrive on good words, better words, and Best words. A child has a natural tendency to blossom completely  if he has words wrapped in  appreciation. Display of appreciation through gratitude works marvel.  Those golden words of concern, care, thankfulness goes a long way in developing his skills and abilities.

Simple phrases to use in daily life

• Thank you so much
• It is wonderful, how do you do it
• I wish I could make a rainbow like this
• You are a star

Helping hand

A nodding head, a helping hand, inquisitiveness in the child’s passion makes the child venture into new territories without inhibitions. Confidence and assurance helps the child to experiment, explore new things in better ways.

Talking it out

A child learns most of his skills by listening and communicating. To talk out, to communicate, to discuss, to understand and to help the child to explain often accelerates the first step of exploration.  A child feels secured to discuss about his ideas, chisel it with the help of parents and also get exposure to learn the skill in a better way either at home, through school, at a specific learning center or through teachers.

Positivity

Positivity is the robust step to encourage, inculcate, stimulate and chisel a child’s talent, skill set, passion and bring out the best.  A negative or despised look, words, action, reaction, expression goes a long way as a positive, considered, well cared expression. It paves the path for future behaviour and confidence.

oF fOOTBALL AND pINK SHirts-Gender stories untold

We are born as individuals; gender is a derived term, socially constructed sex. The society has created a web of notions with regard to the male and female gender.  The basic pattern of our thoughts have eventually been shaped with the instructed motif...freedom of expression was not a primal   ingredient  while  the behavioural pattern developed  over the years.

The stereotypical or the stereotypes are the norms of assessing a gender. The very archetypal syndrome which is expected from a specific gender is ‘ thankfully’  a borrowed one  with a lot of deviance and anomalies, variety does not find a place, everything is subjugated to pre conceived notion derived, set rules. Talking about third world countries, the progress is still on a lower graph but yes in urban India, people have started to think. That surely lays the first stone

 Few observations -Parent's story from the shelf

• ·        My son cried a lot while watching a movie
• ·         My daughter is obsessed with mechanical gizmos’
• ·         My brother loves to cling with soft toys
• ·         My daughter loves it when she does not use make up
• ·         My son plays with utensils; he has no eyes for other male specific toys
• ·         My daughter loves black and blue
• ·         My son says he would paint his wall pink
• ·     My daughter is football frenzy, she has those hysterical outbursts while watching a match
• ·         My son, he  never takes the pain to turn on the sports page...weird na

These goes on, the rhythm somewhere sets a different tone for the conventional social class. But what is norm, who sets the benchmark. The yardstick to delineate what is right for the other is according to a specified barometer.

Each one of us have  varied spectrum of thought mechanism.... are born with multidimensional behavioural  skills and  have a   natural tendency towards life. Is it right to turn the steering according to the social perception and mould natural efficacy?

So, next time try to think as a liberal parent....the boy might have an eye on the pink shirt on the shelf...or the little girl rightfully approves her tanned skin after a rebellious football match..

The gender story is so well constructed by us....can we ever come out of that armour...rightfully...ever?

   

Lipstick under my Burkha-A curtain raiser to the real self

“Lipstick under my Burkha” The Burka and the lipstick both incarnate a solitary notion of feminine character in a very paradoxical tone.  One speaks about a subjugated reality veiled under by macho ideologies of society and the other exemplifies a more enticing, liberated entity yearning to be the real self, unpretentious, free, without any gender specific regulations...a mere human spirit  enjoying the primal instinct not at all underneath the piles of blanket thrown over to hush the escatatic moans.

 Ratna Pathak Shah believes this film to be away from the conventional median, it is a leap from the destined sketch designed by the society about female sexual ardour. It is a journey, a realisation, a feeling, a smouldering wish underneath the covers to relive and enjoy the basic instinct without any underlined phrase.

   

As a Man, as an animal, as tree, as a bird, as a human and as  CREATED by NATURE.

The story of Alankrita Srivastava’s “Lipstick under my Burkha” is all about four women, heaving high in ecstatic moaning in every act they do in life.  Ratna Pathak Shah plays a woman in her fifties clinging to the different layers of her femininity, quintessentially bolder from the norms. Pathak talks about the film, the unconventional storyline rebukes the stereotypical   stigmas attached to feminine mannerism bestowed by the society. The film depicts the tangled mindset   of our generation which is engrained in patriarchal aroma.

The release date of the movie is on 21^st July. This film has an innate flavour of contemporary new age film making genre.  The film promises to intellectually stimulate   many sane minds and also bring a disgusted sigh for many who always have a say about the ethical jurisdiction about everything from a lipstick smudged lip to a nail paint supposed to entice men....even the skirts flirted with shameless moves according to them.

The actor also felt that Alankrita had devised the script keeping Pathak in mind.  The very script had the appeal to be a part of the film journey. A well written script on female emancipation made Shah fall in love with the story and sign as a main protagonist. Usha is the character who attempts to learn swimming at a ripe age, that surely knocked Shah as she herself has a fear of water.

 The actor feels that women would specifically turn the wheels for this movie, by embracing their bolder version; the burqua and the shade have many undertones and revelations to be contoured. The women in this film have been portrayed just as “women”....Burkha and lipstick both have their own story line... story about  female entity, story about life, story about 'herself'  .....the film has just deciphered that in a deeper connotation

My tiny bowl with the big owl

This Post is written for "Food Tales with tinyowl" contest by tinyowl




That day I met my “Bua” who has been part and parcel of my life since childhood; she actually poured in the old magic. Yes, the old magic was displayed, an old magic which invigorated my senses and my gastronomical adventures every day. It’s not at all adventurous though but yes somehow it evokes my sensual pleasures and knocks my appetite every day, at that specific time. My Bua still knows it “ Half plate rice, a bowl full of daal, a mini bowl of salad and lemon, pickle drooling over the sides” My temptation, my sensation, my irritation, my magic spell and my food fix starts and ends here. And when she came with bowls howling with other delicacies, my shiny little plate showed its shimmering face, my tummy had got its adrenalin and I was fixed. My Bua with her gloomy face lamented “Why did I cook so much, if your   are still suffering your food fix.”

My Food fix...stuck on to "Daal Chawal"

My UK. trip, lots of memories, full day tour, sightseeing, gloomy weather, drizzling rain, alehouses, roadside restaurants serving typical English food, a delight for any traveller, fresh leaf salad, roasted chicken in hot mushy barbeque sauce all dripping flavours from the corners, mashed potatoes with butter swamping from the edges, a thin slice of lemon, dessert topped with  English caramel custard could knock any tongue...and just beside it stood a tall  cup of hot cappuccino...a treat for any  glutton and a gift for any traveller on a  cold English foggy afternoon. I was sitting with all and as I caught hold of the fork and knife my stomach nodded in apprehension, a bit of a hesitant tone, my appetite lost its vigour, rounding in u turn, it had squeezed its pangs, my eyes rolled and I was again in a fix, day dreaming in that cold foggy afternoon. My mom’s hand putting a plate.... half full of rice, my bowl of daal and  dollops of "ghee" and then it was a tiny green bowl of salad, the jar of pickle stood there smilling back at me. I was at fix. Why was I so stuck with a certain palate? Was it a tale of past? Was it some memories associated with food? Was it just the taste? Or was it the comfort?....Maybe all.

Temptations don't work when you are fixed with your own palate

Food habits are borne, adapted, inherited by individuals, culture and a society. A specific fondness for a typical kind of food or a staple food has a deep rooted psychological inheritance with an individual or culture. It gradually assimilates in one’s mind and taste. Supposedly a certain dish was served by my Mom during my childhood days, each day, every day, subconsciously my whole system starts recognising it, being a part of the whole culinary journey, right from her making the “daal” to the typical whistle of the pressure cooker when it would be switched off. The very peculiar “tadka” aroma stuck on to my smell buds...lunch was always scheduled at that very hour and the known aroma of rice, daal, freshly cut salad and achaar had all those much known stories, the anecdotes, the tales associated with the regular food safari somehow engrained it. It became a routine, a habit and then a fix...the typical food fix...which gave a high, which saved me from low, which made me salivate every day at that time of the day, which made me reminiscence childhood, my mom and my memories. I realize nothing compares to those simple dishes, in fact I could not relate to any other food...Food is my journey to past, food is my refuge from any storm, food is like a warm shoulder just like mom nourishing me with love. 

Food habits reflects a lot more than food...

Food is a thing which gives me high, kicks my spirit when low.


Now days it’s a different kind of story although, life has changed, tangling between household chores, job, family and other regular activities, it is almost a herculean task to have my way with my indulgence. An afternoon is all about hogging a sandwich with less butter, less calories, less nuts, less spice, less of everything including taste;)

Nights would be just ordering food from the stale old kitchen with their age old taste....insipid, the "daal" too has just water flowing from here and there, they take extra care for my nutrition, yes the extra touch either too much salt for my low BP or just a forgotten ordeal with no salt for high BP.

My daal, my rice and my salad bits are much of a forlorn story now, only when I save all the energy to push myself to the kitchen I am treated with my old love...how I miss good food, or at least eatable food, forget about my food fix, its fixed somewhere in my memory nowadays

My food fix  gave up to my "Food experiments"

But then a few days ago I was invited to my friend’s home, as usual my escapade from insipid food pushes me now days to my friends place just to say “hi” and that day it was this online call...She just asked me what I preferred ...I replied anything tasty. We were   discussing about something and I was relaxed that the food which had been ordered would reach when my hunger pangs dig out my appetite and throw it away and I might end up eating those strappy noodles but to my surprise the bell rang and I actually felt a sudden gush of a “food fix memory” running down my spine after a decade...aroma’s takes me down memory lane

I was treated with the best daal rice from   one of the best restaurant just at home, like home...I could not thank her enough, well she had a different food fix ...it was her oriental taste bud which only recognised Chinese delicacies...and I found it a hard job to move away my fingers from her plate too...it was one of those best oriental cuisine I had tasted after a long time...My appetite after so many days had actually thanked me..I asked my friend from where she ordered the name “TinyOwl” stuck me because it had touched my heart.

My B'day Cake was orderd from the app

The gallore of food delights in one "App

We live to eat, and at the end of the day if one is just starved after having spent bucks, then it’s  a worth less life. Feeding myself with those lovely delicacies, reasonably priced, delivery time minimum and also received cash back for starters, it made me a real food fix for this app. Now days I don’t always indulge in my daal and rice palate but I gush into other lanes too, may be someday it’s the typical Italian meal or just the authentic Punjabi Butter chicken palate, digging on to my kulfi pot, watching a romantic movie on a Sunday afternoon and relishing life is my new story...

 My Experiments with different cuisines and food.



I am relishing my life, my childhood and my whole existence again...and also have come out of my food fix but it is still engrained in my veins and blood in meagre amount and I do respect it ...yes I do feed those craving by just dialling the app “Tinyowl”

My food fix is now more of a  fixed story with TinyOwl.

• I can  pick and choose according to my cravings, my mood and my food fixation
• I dont have to wait for the whole movie to end and slip into sleep till my bell rings, I can actually start my food with my film.
• I can be over indulgent with my  food experiments. As I open the app, I am into another zone with variety of cuisines from all over the world  available at my city
• Food is simply a thing which can be blindly  approved if the reviwes and ratings are done properly and here I get best of ratings and reviews, I completely blindfold my eyes and press the button and every time I have been lucky.
• User Friendly apps,who has the time to slide lazily when its all about food, its just the "fata fat" app- slide, read, see, order, forget...bell rings, bliss begins.
• Easily can go through delivery time which is apt for my busy schedule, delivery time is  narrated clearly  by restaurants accordingly.

The tiny owl has just spelled magic in my tiny bowl.

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