Heck! Where's Maggie?

It’s a warm and sunny Sunday morning. Daddy is reading the newspaper while mummy is busy dusting the living room.

It’s quiet in the Gupta household. Daddy asks mummy if she has seen Maggie.

Alarm bells start ringing when they both realize that they haven’t seen her. Big brother has gone for tennis practice, they know, so where is she?

Then they hear some noise from the …

…kitchen!

They rush to the kitchen and find Maggie sitting on the floor, her hands full of grubby noodles, her clothes are dirty.

At the commotion, Maggie looks up (hic) to see mamma and papa staring and laughing at the scene. 

Maggie joins them laughing as she digs into the noodles once again.

Ma lifts her up while Maggie protests loudly. (Oh, dear!)

Her voice grows louder and louder as mummy sets about to clean her. She washes her hands and face and makes her wear fresh clothes.

But Maggie is adamant to scream and bring the house down, (Oh, dear!) all of which is recorded and uploaded on YouTube. (Dear, dear!)

Ma soothes her and says she will give her MAGGI Noodles but not in the kitchen. Food is eaten at the dining table, she says firmly, as she plants a sweet kiss on baby’s cheeks.

Maggie is mollified as Ma brings her, her favorite yellow plate with a few strings of mashed MAGGI Atta Noodles and tells her to eat it.

A delighted Maggie digs into her plate and puts both her hands into her mouth that can hold just one hand full of food at a time.

Ma is never tired as she watches her youngest child learning the first lessons of eating with her fingers.

 Baby is happy as she relishes her favorite food. She loves mummy and daddy and big bro, and of course, MAGGI Noodles! 

The moral of the story? If Maggie cries and is adamant about her choice of food, MAGGI Noodles will set it right!  It always does, for the Guptas, at least.

And you? (Wink, wink)

What would make your child eat her/his food? Share with us on the space below. We’d love to hear from you. (Wink, wink)

My Name Is Maggie, Spelt With An ‘e’

My name is Maggie with an “e”

Bro named me after MAGGI so I let it be

I quite like it anyway

The name it came to be they say

One hot and sunny Sunday

They tease me no end every minute of every day

But today eating MAGGI while we watch IPL is how I’ll have my way ( Tee Hee)

A Reasonably Good Boy! (Wink, wink)

A DIGRESSION

Poem About A Reasonably Good Boy

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  IPL all through the night! (Hee haw!)

Nestle's MAGGI Noodles Brings Happy Families Closer

Nestle’s MAGGI Noodles Brings Happy Families Closer

It’s a hot and sunny Sunday morning. Ma is making breakfast, no surprises for getting this right: our family’s favorite MAGGI Atta Noodles! (Gurgle, gurgle)

 In the meantime, it’s time for a hot water bath, Ma says.  (Some more gurgle gurgles)

I love having bath. Ma fills the tub with warm water. She gives me my Fergie, my green, rubber frog who floats in the water. When I splash the water it wobbles, bobbing up and down in the tub. I lift Fergie and give it a kiss and squeeze my little hands on it. It makes a noise and jumps out of my hands into the water. I gurgle some more in utter delight.

Ma is having fun too as she splashes some water on me. Then she gives me Huey and Louie, the two white rubber ducklings. My happiness knows no bounds.

Ma laughs and says now give Fergie, Huey and Louie a bath. So saying Ma puts soap on my body and I do the same to my friends. She washes my hair too. I feel so nice. I put some soap lather on Ma’s face. She laughs. We are both so happy.

Then she takes me out of the tub to towel me. I let out a loud wail. I’m not finished just yet, I cry out loud. Ma tries to sush me and I get louder and louder. (Oh, dear!)

Daddy comes in to record some of what he hadn’t missed, all of which is recorded and uploaded on YouTube. (Dear, dear)

Ma is laughing and so is Daddy. I don’t find it funny. Perhaps, bro will help me? (Tsk, tsk)

With all the screaming and dancing, Ma changes my clothes. Nobody loves me, I cry brokenheartedly. (Make that a double tsk, tsk)

Unperturbed, Ma carries me to the dining table for breakfast and she gives me my toys saying that they could have some noodles too.

I hold my toys tightly as Ma wipes my tears. Everybody kisses and hugs me. I sniff but am consoled.

Ma brings the piping hot MAGGI Noodles! One yellow plate for me and three bowls for them. I plant a salivating mouth on Ma’s cheeks. Daddy starts laughing. He mashes some noodles from his bowl and feeds me some strings of Noodles. I love Daddy. He is so funny. And big bro’s so kind too. He gives me some too. Ma makes me eat on my own. They are all looking at me eat messily and are happy that all is well.

That’s what Nestle’s MAGGI Noodles does to you. It makes happy families happier.

Much like you and yours, I’m guessing. Yes? (Wink, wink)

Maggie Eats To The Sound Of The Beat (Wink, wink)

It’s a warm and sunny Sunday noon. Big bro is strumming his guitar. I am nodding my head in rhythm to the sound of the music. Daddy is happy. Another idea takes germ.

Daddy gives me a large brass pot and a wooden spoon and shows me how to beat to the rhythm of the music.

I am gurgling with excitement as I create music that does not resonate with the song. (Oh dear!)

But what the heck, it’s good, no? (Dear me!) And I nod my head and shake my feet as I make sense of the noise.

Everybody is laughing. Pray, what is so funny, I seem to be thinking (Tsk, tsk) as Daddy quickly takes a video of the exercise, all of which is recorded and uploaded on You Tube. (Oh, dear!)

Ma takes advantage of the situation and gives me a mouthful of curd rice

.

Ugh! I let it slip from my mouth, at which point Ma scoops it back right into my mouth. (Ma, where’s my MAGGI?) And I begin to cry. (Dear, dear!)

Daddy comes to the rescue and tells Ma to give me some MAGGI Noodles. Ma gets some mashed strings and feeds me. I eat in delight drumming even more enthusiastically. And then quickly she gives me a spoonful of curd rice. I protest and she quickly gives me MAGGI. We play this cat and mouse game until the curd rice is over. I am happy. I get to play the drums and eat MAGGI! (Hee haw!)

I love Ma and I love MAGGI. Is Nestle listening? What do you think? (Wink, wink!)

Ma, May I Have Some MAGGI, Please?

The tin is airtight. I know. Why are they doing this to me? They don’t want me to eat MAGGI. How cruel can that be?

All I want is MAGGI. So I beat the airtight Lock ‘n’ Lock box. Why, you ask? It might open if I beat it hard enough. I gurgle happily in anticipation.

I’m having fun. Then daddy puts on some music and I play the drums on my favourite MAGGI Noodles’ box, while bro strums on his guitar. 

We are all laughing and having fun. Daddy is playing with his camera, all of which is recorded and uploaded on YouTube.

Ma kisses me as she lifts me up. I start crying. First have your bath and then have your instant noodles, she says.

 I can’t understand why she is punishing me. And then she puts me in a tub of water in which Fergie my green rubber frog is swimming. I am having fun here too.

After my bath, mummy helps me put on fresh clothes and then puts me on top of the dinner table for breakfast. Daddy and bro are already seated at the.table.

Then daddy and bro start beating their plates with their spoons. This morning is getting more and more funny.

Mummy sets the MAGGI Noodles on the table. There are three bowls, where is mine?

Before I could protest, Ma gives me an unopened packet of MAGGI. But it’s not fair. They are eating, I’m not.

Ma gets it. Soon enough she takes a few strands of noodles and cuts it into small pieces and gives it to me. Ma wipes the tears and tells me to eat.

Everybody stops eating as they watch Maggie’s reaction.

Maggie puts both her hands in the bowl and puts it in her mouth. There is total silence until Maggie puts her hands on the bowl once again.

There is great joy in camp ma and daddy. She just ate some mashed carrot and beans!

Maggie is happy, that she loves her happy family and MAGGI!

Ma is pleased as a punch, too. Nestle”s MAGGI Noodles is the harbinger of happiness in the times to come. 

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