It has become a ritual these days to play the Chota Bheem memory game. It’s special ‘cos it has been given by our Santa thaatha. Which means, the mom should drop all her work every evening to sit with her kids and play the game.
It’s a nice way of enhancing the memory skills without the use of Horlicks and Complan, alright. That aside, it also provides enough knowledge to the mom about this children’s sensation called Chota Bheem.
That, there is a monkey whose name is Jaggu and a child whose name is Raju. The memory game is not just about finding the right pairs; it is also about not mixing up their names too. If you do, then, the guardians of the Chota Bheem cult, aka the kids in the family come close to lathi-charging you.
That, Tuntun aunty is the mother of a girl called Chutki. Which means, if we get a card of Chutki and one of Tuntun auntie, then we consider that a pair ‘cos we have actually chosen relatives. What? The kids are our home’s rule makers.
That, there are so many varying poses of Chota Bheem that he actually becomes the Bad-a Bheem. One with laddus. One with a guitar. One with a ball. One with left leg out. One with right arm out. And, we have to find two right cards of the same Bheem. I’ve aged a year or more in the last four days trying to decipher similar Bheems. My hair is enough proof. There is no pepper now. Only salt. In some time, there’d not be any salt either. Then, I have to mix almond oil, olive oil… Oh! that post is done already. Ciao tomorrow then.
**whispers** I survived another day in this marathon thingie. Yay!