Shiridi Trip

Weekend was hectic as we went a place called Shiridi for Sai Baba’s Dharshan.

Saturday morning we went to my friend, Mohits’ house. We had lunch there and I played a lot with my friend. At 3 :30 PM we came home. Our train was at 6:10 Pm. Papa left the house at 4 P M as he had to collect the tickets one hr before. Mamma was busy cooking the night food and feeding me evening snacks. As usual we got late.

We left home are 5:15 and caught an auto. But Hyderabad traffic was at its best and we got late. Mamma was so tensed that she was almost about to cry and thought that we would miss the train.

I told her, “ Mamma don’t worry, papa got the tickets and he can stop the train. He has supreme power!!!”

Mamma: “I wish he had.”

Somehow we reached at 6:07 PM and sat inside the train.

The next day we went and stood in the Dharshan queue.It was 11 A M. Then we got to know that till 1 PM they would not allow inside. We came from the queue and had lunch, then again at 1:30 P M went and stood. We stood for almost three and half hours and at last at 5 PM , we got dharshan. Well, my mamma and papa was holding me and I didn’t had to stand in the queue.

Saibaba was so big and filled with flowers, but I didn’t understand anything as I was squeezed and pushed.

Night we caught another train and reached Hyderabad on Monday morning. But my stomach was upset from Sunday night. Because of stomach upset I had to poop 5 times during my train travel. My mom was extremely irritated and she was nagging and shouting at me. She even said that she is not going to give me any food till we reach home.

I told her, “Don’t be angry with me. It is Ok Mamma, sometimes it happens.”

Can anyone tell my Mom that "when to poop and when not to poop is beyond my control"?

Edited to Add: Forgot to mention about two akkas and one mama whom we met during our train travel. It was fun talking to them. One Akka even told me that she would take me an exhibition on 26th. I asked my mom on 26th morning about it, but my mom choose not to answer....

I am back.

Me and my mamma went to Trivandrum, my Mom’s native place.

On Jan 1st I reached chitti patti’s house at Coimbatore by 10 A M. I played with Chittappa and Ramya akka. By Afternoon Mamma’s shopping saga started and I accompanied her. On our way back home chittappa got some ice-creams. I took the honors of holding them. When I was about to enter the house, the vegetable vendor asked me to give one ice-cream to him. I was confused. I went near to him. He asked me again. I slowly took one and gave it to him along with an ice-cream stick.

My mamma was happy for this and she said that I should continue to share with others. Well, she doesn’t understand that; Not all the time, I like to share………
Evening we went to Marudhamalai temple and at night took a train to Trivandrum.
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At Trivandrum, Chella patti, thatha, kuttu mamma, Achu akka, Kannan anna, Deepa mami, everyone were waiting for my arrival. Soon my periyamma joined us from Chennai. Altogether it was so much fun.

My periyamma plays with me a lot and thus I named her “Fun periyamma”.

Going to temple and visiting relatives were our main tasks. Not that exciting for me, but for my Mamma, yes it was exciting.

But Kuttu mamma’s house visit was fun. I saw two cats named “Kunju and Chakki”. I was busy running behind them and also playing with Achu akka and Kannan anna.

At night, suddenly I woke up.

Aryan: “Mamma, Where is Kunja cat, is it outside the house?”

Mamma: “Yes.”

Aryan: “Mamma, Where is Chakki cat, is it outside?”

Mamma: “Yes Aryan, you sleep now.”

Aryan in a scary tone: “Mamma, then which cat is this?”

Mamma: “No, there is not cat here.”

Aryan: “Can you please look here?”

Mamma: ahhhh….yes, how did this cat come here?

My Mamma sleeps like a log, she didn’t even realize that a cat came inside the house. You see how much I should take care of my Mamma.

The next day my Mamma’s school best friend, with whom she studied for 12 yrs dropped in along with her husband. They are meeting after 10 yrs….You can imagine how much they must have talked!!!!! I also did my little talking part with them and they gifted me a giraffe…Thanks to them and to this blog, by which they know that I love giraffe….:-)

On my Mom’s birthday, we went to beach. My periyamma had got me a sand castle toy. Almost for two hours we were at the beach making sand castles. Initially I was scared of water, but later on I wanted to jump and swim in the sea!!!!

Days passed so fast….and it was time to pack my things. I felt sad leaving them, but no choice.
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When returning back to Hyderabad there was a break journey at Chennai, At Chennai Airport, I was feeling very tired and sleepy. I saw one empty chair. I went and sat on it.

Then I asked my Mamma: “Mamma, where will you sit?”

Mamma: “I will stand, you sit. It is fine with me.”

Then I got down from my chair and went near to a man who was sitting one chair away from me. Some bags were kept in the chair next to me.

Aryan: Uncle, Can you please keep this bag down and give space for my Mamma to sit?
Uncle: He smiled and he removed the bags.

He himself got up and told us to sit. Thanks to him. Somehow I secured a seat for my Mamma also.

After 12 days we reached hyd……..

Me and my Mamma-Part 3

Aryan : Mamma, can you please wear another dress.
Mamma: Why?
Aryan: I don’t like the color of this dress.
Mamma: It is ok, I am not changing now.
Aryan: Then I am “katti” with you; I am not talking with you now.
Papa: Mamma, his girlfriend is going to have a tough time!!!!

Aryan: Mamma, why do you always cook?
Mamma: Who else will cook Aryan?
Aryan: Can you please tell Papa to cook?

Aryan while peeing: Mamma, when you do your Shoo Shoo..I will NOT stand near to you like this and disturb you.
Mamma: ahhh…Ok I am standing outside. Just make sure you flush.
Aryan: Yes, I will do that.
Mamma silently goes out of the rest room……

Mamma needs to wake up and understand that I am no longer an infant....

Party time!!!

My Mamma is the cruelest creature in this world.

In the morning, I asked one hundred times: Are u also going to be with me for my Christmas Party.

She said: “Yes” and made me get ready.

Now when we reached school:

She said, “Let us ask the teacher whether I can be in”.

Slowly in a sham manner with sign languages she asked my teacher, she dropped me, and went away somewhere with my papa…

Holidays are only for them or what?

I cried my level best....no use. Somehow, later on Sujatha madam pacified me.

She is indeed a baa shiii…..

Me and My Mamma-Part 2

I have five friends in my each hand:
Thumbkin
Pointer
Tallman
Ring man
And Short man
I love them a lot and always sing about them.
Yesterday my Mom was shouting at me for some reason.
I warned her: Mamma, don’t point fingers with Pointer!!! I was just practicing to use my new vocabulary. Well, it worked and mamma stopped pointing fingers on me.
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Mamma: Aryan, very difficult to get an auto. We are getting late to school and office.
Aryan: Call an auto and tell the driver that we need to go to “V IT” park. Give him Rs 50. Then we can go. That is it. Don’t worry!!!
Mamma (wondering): When did this guy know that my office is at V IT park?
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Aryan: Mamma, get me a blue bus.
Mamma: Ok
Aryan: Not a toy bus, I need big blue bus
Mamma: Why?
Aryan: After school, I will drive and come to your office. I will pick you from your office in my big blue bus. Ok?
Mamma: You are small now, how you can drive?
Aryan: “IF” I grow big, I will drive.
Mamma: NOT “IF” Aryan. You should say “WHEN” I grow big. Anyway you will grow in few years.
Aryan: I am three yrs right? I am still not big Mamma?
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Me and my Mamma

Aryan: Your cooking finished?
Mamma : No, Aryan. It will take some more time.
Aryan: Close that vessel and cook. The curry will be cooked fast if you close it.
Mamma thinking: What ever I told him long before, he is recollecting giving the same lecture to me!!!!! I guess this guy needs to join some docent training session.
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Aryan: Mamma, your hairs are dirty?
Mamma: Yes, Aryan. What to do now?
Aryan: You either take hair bath or cut all your hairs. See how I cut my hairs. Now I am looking good, like a prince!!!!!
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Aryan: Mamma, which movie we are going?
Mamma: “KURBAN”
Aryan: What will be there in that movie?
Mamma: Something something Aryan. Maybe a car and an aeroplane!!!
Aryan: Leave it, I am not coming.
Mamma, thinking: How to convince him now???
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Aryan: Mamma, inga konjam varaya please? (Can you come here, please?)
Mamma: Busy Aryan, apparam varen (I am busy, will come after sometime)
Aryan: Nee aeppothan en koda konjam time spend pannuvai? (When will u ever spend some time with me?????)
Aryan: Ok, don’t come.
Mamma running and coming: Yes, Aryan what do you want?
Sometimes, ignoring my mamma works the best.
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The outcome is:

I became one peacock……blue peacock with long feathers….

When my turn came, I climbed on the stage and called, “ Mamma, Mamma”. Peacock’s Mamma also climbed the stage.

I held the microphone and asked my Mamma, “What should I say Mamma?”
She prompted “Say, I am a peacock and I am a National bird”
Like a parrot, I said the same.
Then asked her again” Mamma, what should I say now?”
She said, “Say I can dance”
I said the same thing.
When I said this, everyone shouted “Dance peacock Dance”

Then I attempted to dance and ran away from the stage.

Overall, it was fun. The program ended with some songs and the school management gave certificates to all the kids. My parents really liked the way it was organized. Kudos to them.

I could see most of my friends in tribal, Krishna, and Narada outfit. Few beautiful girls choose to be fairy, butterfly, Mother Teresa, Lady Bird. I could see Monkey, Pirate, Spiderman, Gabber Singh, Subhash Chandra Bose. One pair chooses to be Adam and eve. One little boy opted for “Grape bunch”. His Mamma made that costume for him.

Will post the pictures soon…

Fancy Dress Saga

Day one
Mamma: What do you want to become for fancy dress?
Aryan: A Superman?

Day two
Mamma: Getting Superman costume is difficult, what else you want to become?
Aryan: Ok, make me one Ducky

Day three
Mamma: Ducky requires lots of efforts. Think about something else Aryan.
Aryan: Ok, then I will become one SUN. It gives light and I will have supreme power.

Day four
Mamma: Sun dress I cannot get it…I need to do something with thermocol and I have no time for it. Do you want to become anything else?

Aryan (this is getting into heights): Have you seen Mowgli wearing any dress? He just wears underwear…make me Mowgli OK?

Oh god, when will my mamma learn to make a decision and stick to it rather that thinking thinking thinking…….

Friends…after the fancy-dress on Saturday, I will tell you what I became.....

PTM and Celebrations

My Mamma Papa's marriage Anniversary celebration started with my Parents Teachers Meeting (PTM). We planned to go to temple and reach my school by 11 AM. But we got late and thus we twisted the plan and went to school directly. In my school, my Mamma and Pappa got to hear some information about Phonetics and language games that will be introduced in next month lesson plan.

My Overall Assessment:
Strengths: I am very good at expressing my thoughts, I wait for my turn to do the activities, I am a good team player, and I am more interested in observing others.
Weakness: I am lazy to write. I need to improve more on it. Sometimes, I am very uninterested to do some activities. They are very true about my weakness; I am lazy to write.

Another point was: I am over matured for my age. It can be strength and weakness I guess.

After the PTM, my parent’s anniversary celebrations started. I really enjoyed the food at Eat street, the Merry go round horses and other games, our family sketch, the next day breakfast buffet at OKRA restaurant etc etc.
Overall, I had great fun at Marriot.

Sunday afternoon we came home, the anniversary celebration ended with a movie “ Ajab prem ki…..” which was running in the nearby theatre. Neither I understood, nor I liked the movie.


My Mamma’s dress:

Mamma: Aryan, How I am looking in Jeans and shirt?
Aryan: Not at all good, Mamma’s don’t wear jeans. Only boys wear. Can you wear some Salwar please?
Mamma: Girls wear jeans Aryan. Have you not seen you school madam wearing one.
Aryan: She is my school madam not my Mamma. Mammas don’t wear jeans.
Mamma: Well, she is also your friend, K’s, mamma.
Aryan (thinking what to say): You don’t wear, it is uncomfortable for you. OKAY?

Note: Friends, My Mamma needs suggestions and ideas for a Fancy dress day, held by my school on 14/11/09.

My Emotions

Shampooing is the activity that I hate the most. Every morning I have a quarrelling session with my Mamma, convincing her not to give me head bath and not to use Shampoo.

Using face wash and face cream are secondary things that I hate.

Recently I have got few rashes on my face, which leads my Mamma to be over protective and wash my face often followed face cream.

Yesterday when she was giving me bath, I just got pissed off with the way she handles my face. I started crying crying crying….non-stop for 15-20 minutes I cried and my Mamma chose to ignore.

I was in the bathroom all drenched, while she simply left me alone and finished her morning chores. Later on she came and pacified me. Though I was not pacified, I somehow left the topic and went to school.

Now, in the evening, again the same saga started.

Mamma: Aryan come, wash face, and apply cream. (Doesn’t she understand that I have my own individuality?)
Aryan: No I am not washing it now.

She insisted few times and she went to kitchen for cooking.

After sometime I approached her for helping me fix some puzzles.

She simply said: “You are not listening to me, why should I listen to you?”
Aryan: “Sorry mamma, I will listen to you, but will not wash face.”
Mamma: “Then I will also listen to you, but will not play puzzles with you” (This is Tit for Tat or what???? What is she planning to do? )

After that our terms deteriorated more and somehow she managed to feed me some food.
When papa came, again I approached her for some help and she tried to be over smart by ignoring me.

I just felt very very SAD. For the first time in three yrs, I am feeling this serious SAD emotion. I hope you understand…

I sat on the sofa and did not talk to anyone for 15-20 min.

Papa asked: Aryan, what happened?
Aryan: Mamma doesn’t love me, she scolds me a lot. I am SAD!!!
Papa: What, you are Sad? Who told Mamma doesn’t love you?
Aryan: Aryan told myself !!!
Papa: Ok, Mamma come here and say sorry to Aryan.
Mamma: Sorry, Aryan, let us have a mutual understanding by listening to each other!!!
Aryan: No, you go away. Papa we will buy new Mamma from shop.
Mamma: Sorry dear, come let me hug you.

When she hugged I busted with all tears rolling down my cheeks. I couldn’t continue to be SAD without crying. It was a mixed emotion, a feeling of love, insecurity, sadness, inferiority…..

Somehow got pacified and I slept. But, I still have that grudge with my Mamma now… When will this feeling disappear? Even Mamma is eager to know that!!!! Can anyone help?

Vacation Updates

It was an impromptu decision by my parents to go to Nagpur by hiring a cab. Well, the reason was, my Aayi and Baba missed us a lot and they wanted me to be with them for Diwali.

All set go…..

We had a gala time for the three days when we were in Nagpur.

• We went to many temples. I saw one big sleeping hanuman god. Then I saw one gigantic ganapathi god with a big belly.
• I played with my cousins: Shithija (the trainer), Shruthi, and Divya. (Ringa ringa roses and train train were my favorite games).
• As usual, I could see, cows, donkeys, goats, buffalo, pigeon, parrots, bullock cart, cycle rickshaw etc etc. I enjoyed every bit of it.
• I was little scared for lighting crackers, but managed to show some courage.
• We lighted mud diyas and my badi mamma drew a couple of beautiful rangolis…(Blue color used more ). My mom forgot to take some snaps…
• Saw two movies, “All the Best” and “BLUE” (But couldn’t see much shark in it)


Random conversations
1. At Hanuman Temple

Aryan: Papa, what are they doing?
Papa: They are giving bath to Hanuman god.
Aryan: Head bath?
Papa: Yes, and see Hanuman god is not crying while taking head bath. So when you take head bath you should not cry. You should call hanuman god and he will give you all the strength.
Aryan: Ok, I will not cry during head bath and will call hanuman god for strength.
Aryan, after sometime: So when should I call Ganapthi god? When I feel sacred of thunder?
Papa: Ok, yes call Ganapthi god when you feel scared.
Aryan: When should I call Saibaba god?
Papa: Call when you are sad.
Aryan: When should I call Saraswathi god?
Papa: ahhhh….call everyone whenever you want please…..

2. On the day of Diwali

Aryan: Mamma, where is my new dress?
Mamma: We didn’t get time to get new one. Wear this, tomm I will get a new one.
Aryan: But mamma, today is Diwali right?
Mamma: Ok, let us ask Baba, if he has got new one.
Baba: Sorry, Aryan. In midst of cleaning the house and painting, I didn’t get time to get a new dress.
Aryan: Baba, today is diwali right? And for diwali we should wear new dress. Isn’t?
Baba (Feeling very sentimental): Ok, let me go and get it now.
Hearing this conversation; my badai papa, went and got one new dress in midst of Lakshmi pooja.
Then my Baba, went and got two new dresses for me. Fish dress and car dress.
My one question about not getting new dress on diwali day has so much weightage???
Well, it was not intentional. My mamma told, we wear new dress on Diwali, so thought will ask them.

3. Shopping with Baba’s friend

My baba has a very very close friend called Pittalwar Kakkaji. He is such an intelligent person that My Mom and Pappa admire him a lot.

Kakkaji: Aryan coming with me to confectionary? I will get some cake for you.
Aryan: Ok, let me change and come.
I sat with him in the Motorbike and went to a nearby confectionary.
Aryan: I want cake and ladooo biscuits.
Kakkaji: Ok, we got them packed. Now what else you want?
Aryan: No nothing.
Kakkaji: Just go, see, and tell me. Pick anything that you feel like eating.
Aryan: No nothing.
Kakkaji: Not even blue gems?
Aryan: No, you said you will get cake right?
Kakkaji: Ok, let us get some gems and chocolates.
Aryan: No, I don’t want.
Kakkaji: See, you have three of your cousin sisters at home, so let us get some chocolates for them.
Aryan: Ok, then you can get it.

After coming home, I just ate the cake, shared it with Shitija, and also gave all the chocolates to my cousins. I didn’t even touch the gems.

My logic is simple. Once I say NO, nothing can change my decision.

Well, a three yr old should know to say “NO”. Don’t you feel so?

Another name for me

“I am a little caterpillar; short and sweet…
This is my tail and this is my antenna…(I hope caterpillars have antennas!!!)
When I come out of my cocoon, I will become one butterfly….
Which color butterfly? Can you please tell me ????"

I like to sing the above poem in the tunes of “I am a little teapot…short and spout….” (Friends, if you don't know this song, come home for exclusive training....)

Question: How did I get this caterpillar name????

The answer: Radhika aunty (Anisha’s Mom) gave me this new name. After that, I was so happy; I was running around giggling whenever I hear her calling me Caterpillar!!!!! Isn’t it so good????? Thanks Anisha's Mom.

Today is blue day in my school. Infact, for me it doesn’t matter. I am always in BLUE and I make sure my Mom is also in BLUE. They should simply inform us when it is NOT a blue day……