The three of us sisters were brought up on traditional limericks, nursery rhymes and songs, both Urdu and English. We ran around the mulberry bush and saw London bridge fall down, celebrated the 12 days of Christmas, danced to Nani teri moorni ko mor le gaya and wondered exactly who Dr Foster was who went to Gloucester. Allusions to other countries, other traditions other religions never confused or bothered us and with as much enthusiasm and sometimes really odd pronounciations, we excitedly adopted on each song or rhyme as it were our own, more often than not enacting it for my poor parents to watch over and over again.
Of course as any obsessed parent trying to relive their childhood through their kid would, I also am big on wanting Nadi to like the typical nursery rhymes over Omore and Coke jingles and childrens songs over Desi Girl Remixes. We don’t always win and in those cases, I suppoose its best to give in gracefully and just smile (and wave) because I mean its still cute. So you can imagine how thrilled I was when Nadi showed total excitement over Old McDonald- eventually singing along with the baas and the moos. And you can imagine how amazed I was when it ended and he requested I put it on again by asking for the “burger” song. Maybe we should start checking their butts for signs of branding when they are born.