Thursday, February 12, 2015

Your Baby's Got Talent




A Few Ways To Know Your Baby Has Got Talent

He shakes his head when you put on a song

He dances to English tunes

He dances to any tune

His first words were Do (No?)

 So? (Huh?)

 La? (Never-mind)

He could be a graphics designer; he watches animated movies

He could be a cricket fan (is that even a talent?); he cries when we roar

He stops crying when we watch some cricketing action at 3 a.m. (Can a baby tell time?) (Snigger, snigger)

 Don’t do that, he cries when you put off the TV. The TV is not an idiot box although you might qualify as one (Gasp!)

He claps when India claps...

...And slaps his head when we lose

He loves Lay’s! (The boy’s got good taste, literally!) Hee-haw!



I’m sure I’ve missed many. Do share your baby’s superstardom in the comments below.


Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Say, What Do You Want To Be?




When I Grow Up I want to be…


Mummy wants me to be a singer

And Daddy a dancer too

Brother thinks I’m a fine bowler

WHAT DO I DO?

I sing when I am happy

And dance a few steps too

I play cricket when I’m most happy

THAT’S WHAT I WILL DO!


Say, what do you want to be? (Wink, wink!)

@Lay’s @PepsiCo @PepsiIndia #ICCCricketWorldCup2015



Monday, February 9, 2015

Please May I Have Some Lay's?





A Baby’s Experiments with Lay’s

Mummy asks Daddy if he’s seen baby. Daddy is tying a tie and says heck he has not.

 It’s awfully quiet. Their hearts skip a beat.

Suddenly, they hear a sound…
…in the kitchen.

 Quick!

Baby turns his head.

 What are they looking at me like that for? They look so silly. (Hic!)

His mouth is full of pieces of chips.

Mummy is angry with me; something about how bad it is for health.

I cry: Don’t take it away from me.  I want Lay’s. I love it, I do, too.

She rubs off the grub from my mouth but lets me have the chips anyway. Yay!

I love mummah! I love Lay’s!

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

A Child Croons to Lay's Tunes - 1



A Child Croons to Lay’s Tunes - 1


Mummy says I’m naughty

Daddy thinks so too

My teacher keeps complaining: WHAT TO DO!

I tell ma that I’m good

The teacher that I’m fine

That I come back home and watch Cricket all through the night!