My Life.....Aryan

Bon-Fire

2012-01-08T23:17:00.000-08:00

Our first Bon-fire was indeed an experience to be noted. Treasure House is the best place in terms of organizing such events for the kids. It was on Saturday at 6:00 PM.

We made sure we reached on time as TH tends to starts activities on time. Usually mamma decides on the books that I read, hence she went to get the new set of books. Pappa was playing with Arjun. I was getting all excited with the whole concept of Bon-fire.

We all sat around the fire and it was such a great experience. Swetha aunty told us about fire god and his wife. She also told us the story of Vikramaditya. Arjun was at his best. He just wanted catch hold of the fire. He ran here and there and was squealing with delight. After the story telling session, we barbequed marshmallows and they roasted the corn for us.

Anyway kudos to TH team for organizing this event.

Pappa and Me

2011-12-20T01:25:00.001-08:00

Aryan Dada is a typical mamma boy. Pappa never understands this concept of being a Mamma boy (Pappa calls Aryan Dada as “Roshesh” of Sarabhai VS Sarabhai TV serial!!!) or Pappa boy. But it was me , who proved Pappa that BOYS can be both MAMMA and PAPPA BOYS.

I am always behind Pappa. I exactly know when he comes from office, and I wait for him. Whenever I feel like talking to him, I keep my hand on my ear and pretend as if I am calling him. Whenever I miss him, I look for his photo and non-stop say papa papppa Pappa…..Infact I have not yet learned to say mamma, but I can always say Pappa, pappa, pappa……. As soon as I wake up in the morning, I want my Pappa to lift me and be with me!!! If he is on transit, I make my mamma’s life miserable!!!!

Hence in Arjun’s household, Pappa has his share too in bringing up kids and now he understands how it feels when I am extremely fond of him..
Pappa do you feel very happy???? Atleast I feel very happy to be with you!!!

Kolaveri Di

2011-12-09T01:14:00.000-08:00

Well, here is the incident.

The girl called N, melts me a lot. I feel like giving her all the snacks that I take to school. Every day I ask my Mom to pack special snacks for her. Once I thought I will give her one Lollipop. The next day when I offered, she refused to it. Then again she asked me, I was happy and gave her. She took that and gave to another boy “K”…

My heart broke….Now My mamma says I should listen to this soup song!!!So that is what I am doing now….listening to "Why this Kolaveri..

Arjun-Aryan

2011-10-19T21:34:00.000-07:00

Rockstar photo!!! Yes, it is me!!!

This week’s topic is “Jungle safari”. Me and my papa cut few pictures from young world and have prepared a chart.

Btw, Arjun can recognize a dog and also Dada (Me) with the noise that we make. Whenever he sees a dog, he says bow bow and whenever he sees me or hears my voice he says Dada, dada….!!! Do you guys see any connection???

Tale of Blue Nighty...

2011-09-22T22:12:00.000-07:00

Well..it is Arjun now. When mamma leaves him and goes to office, he chooses to hold mamma's "blue Nighty" and sit in one place: The same "BLUE NIGHTY" that I used to hold and sit at my daycare when I was 1.5yrs......

Here is the link

What to say..." the Blue nighty legend is back"

Cutting Ears

2011-09-21T20:59:00.000-07:00

Aryan, “ Mamma, I only gave the library book to teacher, not the other HW book”
Mamma, “ Why?”

Aryan, “I forgot.”

Mamma, “OK”

After sometime, Mamma questions me, “ Aryan, how can you forget? Both the books were kept together in the bag. So, when you took your Library book, you must have seen the HW book right?

Aryan, “No, I forgot”

After sometime…

Mamma, “You know Aryan, Murugan ummachi ( Murugan God) is running here and there with a knife.”

Aryan, “Why?”

Mamma, “To cut the ears of kids who lie”

Aryan keeping his hand on ears, “Mamma, I forgot.”

Mamma, “What you forgot dear, I did not ask you anything. Oh, that topic of giving book!!! Did you really forgot or you didn’t want to give?
Remember murugan ummachi running here and there with a knife.”

Aryan, “Actually Mamma, I didn’t want to give”

Mamma, “Great…you told the truth. Whatever it is, Aryan always you should say the truth to Mamma and Papa. We know everything.”

Aryan, “Even Papa knows everything?”

Mamma, “Yes.”

Aryan, “Even Murugan ummachi knows everything?”

Mamma, “Yes, of course”

Aryan, “Phew”

At night…….
Aryan, “Mamma, cover my ears!!!!”

Mamma, “You don’t worry, you have told the truth”

Mamma thinking, “Is there any other lie that I did not catch?????

Updates so far…..

2011-09-21T20:54:00.000-07:00

On my 5th Birthday, I was at Shiridi with my parents and my grandparents. We got good Darshan.

Evening went to Shanishingapur and from there to Mumbai. I met my little sister, Navya Kutti. She is my periyamma’s cute little daughter. I felt like lifting her and running away!!!!!!

Mumbai rains were awesome; just that it made us stay at home.
Now that I am no more a kid, my Mom says she doesn’t have anything to write about me!!!! She says, it is time to record Arjun’s antics. Well, I think, I am still a kid.

Arjun is very active, he is able to stand alone and able to walk with support. He eats anything and everything.

If you wave Bye to him, he reciprocates.

If you ask him to come to you, he crawls very fast and comes. The speed of his crawling depends on who calls him. If I call, he comes to me with so much delight.

He likes to sit in one place and rotate like a clock.

He has two little teeth and hence I call him Old man!!!

Ok coming to me, this is the “week of Music” in our school. I have to dress like a rock star on Friday. Well, my mom said, she will get one funky wig and some funky cloths and asked me to pick one toy guitar and go. And I blatantly refused it. I said, I will dress normally and will have my flute with me!!!! What is use of becoming rock star, when I don’t sync with any such favorite rock stars?????

But she convinced me and dressed me. Will share the pic soon…..

Birthday Month

2011-08-10T23:58:00.000-07:00

Hip hip hurray…..It is my birthday month. This month I will complete 5 yrs of my life. I have many disadvantages than advantages.

1.For anything and everything my Mamma says, “Aryan you are old now, do it yourself.”
2.She expects me to help her, in cleaning and doing other chores when she is around. I can no longer afford to have a messy room. Moreover, if crayons are around, Arjun would eat it…
3.She wants me to eat all alone and that too spicy food.
4.She wants me to take bath and wash potty alone.
5.She wants me to take care of Arjun, when she is not around…
6.She doesn’t even allow me to CRY. Even if I cry for something, she simply announces..”BIG BOYS DON’TCRY”..I feel little inferior when I hear this and I stop crying. But sometimes, I can’t help but CRY!!
7.Last but not the least…..she will make me sleep in a separate room from August 27th, 2011. Not sure how we both are going to succeed in this attempt.

However, the good things I feel about growing old is:

1.Arjun calls me Dada
2.I am growing tall like a giraffe…
3.I am getting more power like Chota Bheem
4.I can read now. Atleast three letter words and books related to those words.
5.I can recite one full story to Arjun
6.Last but not the least, I can boldly tell my mamma about what I want and what I don’t.
Sometimes, she also forgets that I am old enough to make decision. If I say I don’t want to eat, she forces, If I say I want to watch TV, she denies…

One rigmarole Mom she is. Today morning she even forgot that it is PT uniform on Thursday. She made me wear the normal uniform and I trusted her decision. Later when I realized that today is Thursday, I had to change it…One slow processor mom I have!!! Probably she is growing too old!!!!!

Arjun!!!!!

2011-07-24T21:51:00.000-07:00

Smiling: I squeal with delight everytime I see Aryan dada and his antics. He dances for me, makes funny noises, jumps, gives his toys (Not his favorite toy though). It is one gala time whenever I see Aryan Dada.

Climbing: Now, I am in a climbing spree. No one can hold me just like that, as I climb on them. I reach till there head!!!

Crawling: That happens only when I see something exciting around.

Teething: It is still erupting, not yet out.

Last but not the least

Shouting/Screaming: That is the only consistent thing I like to do. For anything and everything I scream. If my mamma scolds me, I understand and I cry, I scream more. One vicious circle!!!!

Milestones

2011-07-04T02:20:00.000-07:00

I don’t do any mischiefs. With 8.20 Kg, what can I do apart from sitting on my own from a lying position and analyzing what to explore. Once I analyze and target an object, I again lay down crawl and creep to get the target. I usually target Aryan Dada’s alphabet magnets on the fridge. Then I creep under the dining table and lick some dust, sit there for some time and slowly come out. But my mom or my grandparents are always behind me, when I am exploring the things around me. Anyways, no force can stop me from getting what I want.

At times when I am bored, I simply sit and blabber” akkkkaaa..athhhaa…babbba….”.

Every time Aryan dada plays with me, I squeal with delight. He calls me, Appuaan, Mooshi Ballu, Arjunaa…and what not.

I like to be with my Papa. I like to play with his mobile phone. If he says, “Keep quiet”, I am just quiet and good.

At any given point of time, I can identify Mamma’s voice. As soon as I sense that Mamma is around, I just don’t stay with anyone. I cry to my level best and pull my Mamma towards me. Mamma’s Magnetic power I guess!!

Papa's Birthday

2011-06-29T04:22:00.000-07:00

Happy Birthday Papa. I said these words as soon as I got up in the morning.
I went near to him, kissed him on his hands, and gave him the secret birthday gift that my Mamma had got.

Unlike last yrs birthday, where I had a "J" factor associated with me, this time I am behaving little matured. To see what happened last yr see here.

This time, even Mamma did not order flowers and it is low profile celeberation. Probably that is reason this J factor is missing!!!

Thank you Jessey Madam

2011-06-14T23:26:00.000-07:00

My new class teacher, Jessy Madam, told me a story. It really helps me. My mom is amazed by the amount of trust and belief that I have in my teacher. Touch wood, she wants this to continue till the end.

Well, here is the story:

There was one rabbit, which was sad and scared to go to school on the first day. His Mamma gave two kisses on his palm and said, “Whenever you miss Mamma, just keep your palm on your cheeks.” The rabbit felt happy and secure by doing this.

I am following the same now. Before I go to school, my Mamma gives me kisses on my palms and I go to school with that secure feeling.

Also, whenever I feel like talking to her, I see that no one is around, and then I use my ID card as fake phone and talk to her. I give her updates about my lunch; about my school activity…the list is unlimited.

My Mamma fears that one day I will get caught for these fake phone calls…Will I?

School Again

2011-06-13T03:51:00.000-07:00

School time again. This time, I was not very scared. Atleast I knowing how my school life is going to be. But when Baba, was dropping me in the pick up point, I tried to convince him not to send me. Somehow nothing worked:

Aryan, " Baba, I am feeling sleepy.'
Baba, " No, you are not."

Aryan, " I am feeling tired."
Baba. " Sit there for sometime."

Aryan, " Do you think school bus will come? It is already late, let us go home."
Baba, " No, let us wait."

Aryan," Baba, I want to do potty."
Baba, " No, we are already in the pick up point, bus will come in few minutes. Go to school and do"

Aryan, " OK Baba, I will go, but tell Mamma to call and tell the teacher that I don't want to stay more in school. Only little I will go!!!
Baba, " Phew!!! Ok."

Aryan Dada- Arjun Dada

2011-05-26T01:14:00.000-07:00

I, the little Arjun became Dada now: that means, I am now a big brother. My periyamma (Mamma’s sister) delivered a baby girl on May 24th. My mom is so happy about it. Hope I get to meet her soon. Someone smaller than me!!!

Today I completed 7th month. The alien called teeth is still trying to erupt from my gums. I am busy chewing anything that I can get hold off. I can chew/eat one full page newspaper, chew any amount of cloth, toys, mamma’s dress, Aryan dada’s finger, papa’s finger. The list is unending….

Aryan dada is one funny fellow. The other day my Mom, asked him to take care of me. I was lying on the cot. Aryan dada was asked to entertain me and make sure I don’t fall from the cot. Aryan dada was of course repeating Appuaan Appuaan….(That is what he calls me) and was dancing. I was squealing with delight to see him dance. I wanted to go near to him, so I turned over and over and DUMBBBB..here I am down. I fell down and still Aryan Dada is singing Appuaan Appuaan…and dancing.. He didn’t feel like stopping me from the first great fall!!!

Another thing that surprises me is Aryan Dada’s capacity to obey our Moms order word by word. My Mom was in kitchen and when I was cranky, she yelled at Aryan Dada.

Mamma, “Aryan, put the toy bag down, so that Arjun can play.”

Aryan, “Yes, Mamma”

Aryan Dada took the toy bag, and just put it on my head!!! Oouch, that pained a lot and I cried a lot. Well, my mamma ran from kitchen and took me in her arms and screamed at Aryan Dada.

Aryan Dada, “Sorry Mamma”

Mamma, “No sorry, come here first.”

When he came, she just banged one thick bonded book on his head, and asked him how does it feel now???

Aryan Dada, “Not good, anyways now you and Arjun say sorry to me!!”

BTW: Why should I say sorry? I am still surprised!! I got hurt and I still need to say sorry!!!

Learning Shapes

2011-05-19T23:23:00.000-07:00

Mamma at home, so we were doing activities to learn shapes.

some timepass...

Note: I am having cat as my pet. Balloons are not oval!!!

Weekend Updates

2011-05-10T01:06:00.000-07:00

Friday-Party Time

My Mom convinced me very well and I ended up NOT wearing any Chota bheem costume for the birthday party.
The party arrangement was good, with Chota Bheems pictures hanging everywhere. It started with a questionnaire section, where they would ask different question about the serial. I could get the answers for almost everything. When they played Chota Bheem’s title song, most of the kids danced and squealed with delight. I couldn’t dance at all. I felt little odd!!! I simply watched them dancing. My favorite time pass in any parties— “To OBSERVE OTHERS”
Then it was mask and tattoo time. Whatever mask we get, we would get the same tattoo. I got Bheem’s mask.:-)
Then it was Bow and Arrow play followed by collection of ladoos from tun-tun aunty’s stall.
I collected ladoos and gave my Mom. Well, she also did not eat, but Arjun ate little bit. Ah..yes, we took Arjun also for the party. He behaved well and was not cranky. Unusual behavior from his side!!!
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Saturday—Was hectic

Morning we went to Treasure house again for Story time. Swetha aunty told a beautiful story about Dumbo Elephant. I loved the way she narrated.
Dumbo elephant is cutest baby elephant with very big ears. Everyone made fun of him for his big ears. He had a friend, Timothy the rat and they play always. But Dumbo was sad as everyone made fun of him and he has to play the part of a clown in the local circus. One day Dumbo climbed up the steep hill and sat there. Timothy was searching for Dumbo all over, but finally when she found Dumbo there, she ran to him and said.. “Tiger is behind you..Run…” Well…Instead of running Dumbo elephant FLEW…his big ears was his wings. Can you believe it…Dumbo elephant flew with his big ears and landed straight away in the circus tent just to cherish in the applause... I felt so happy and was telling to Swetha aunty about my desire to see a giraffe flying like Dumbo.

Evening Mamma and Pappa took us to Circus.

I was just expecting Dumbo elephant to fly and come. But No, I just could see one elephant. Arjun was almost restless all the time.
Conversations in btw:

Mamma, “ Aryan, see how they are performing circus. It is so difficult Aryan.
Aryan, “Mamma, they simply don’t jump, they practice a lot.”

Mamma, “What did you like the best in Circus”
Aryan, “The Popcorn”

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Sunday- Fun day

Morning I went to Janagnath temple at Banjara hills.

Evening was total fun, as my Papa took me to Fun city game zone. I could ride most of my favorite rides. We had food form MacDonald’s and went home.
In btw my mamma read me two books— Clifford and Thomas train. I loved both of them and I am waiting to return these books and get another set of Clifford and Thomas. That is all folks!!

Chota Bheem's Birthday Party

2011-05-05T21:43:00.000-07:00

Today is Chota Bheem’s birthday party at treasure house. We recently became the member of TH and I feel very excited to go there.

I want to dress like Chota Bheem, but my Mom is little skeptical about making me roam without a shirt???

What is her problem in life? I am Chota Bheem, I should be without shirt!!! I should eat ladoos and take one bull in my hand, rotate it, and throw it away!!! What do you say??

The Grouchy Ladybug- Review

2011-04-26T23:45:00.000-07:00

Title—The Grouchy Ladybug
By- Eric Carle
Rating—4.5/5

This is the story about a Grouchy ladybug, which feels annoyed to share and wants to fight with someone who is bigger than him. The story begins at 5 am, when a Good ladybug goes in search of aphids and meets this Grouchy ladybug, who neglects the option of sharing aphids. The Grouchy ladybug tries to pick up a fight with the Good ladybug, and he feels that the Good ladybug is too small in size for him to fight. So he goes in search on creatures that are bigger than him.

As the time passes by, the Grouchy ladybug meets bigger creatures like, Praying Mantis , Sparrow, Hippo, Lobster, Elephant and so on. But he feels everyone is small to fight with him, though everyone is ready to fight. At last when he meets the whale….that is when he understands……..what it takes to fight

When my Mom first read this to me, I felt very excited because I was hearing about aphids for the first time…As I turned the pages I just couldn’t resist my excitement. I was excited to see, lobster with his claws, Rhino with his horns, the whale which was so huge….I was constantly thinking why the Grouchy ladybug thinks the other creatures to be small. When I questioned my Mamma, she said, “Wait till the end.”

I liked the whale the best, which simply kept quiet…..and suddenly it gave one whack to the Grouchy ladybug… I just burst out with laughter when my Mom read that.

The story ends with the Grouchy ladybug and Good ladybug sharing aphids and going to sleep. I felt so peaceful when the story ended like this and I was telling my Mom that if you don’t pick up fight with anyone we can be happy.

My mom replies back that, “Well, if you share and know how to lead a friendly life, it is fine. You can sometimes pick up fight with some Grouchy creatures, like how the whale did!!!!”

Difficult to understand my Mom’s logic, I just think that we should not fight with anyone!!!

6 Months Update

2011-04-26T01:48:00.000-07:00

I am just 193 days old, but the whole house hold revolves around me, my habits, and my nap time. Poor grandparents, they are under my whims and fancies….After all I am Aryan’s brother right!!! Apart from managing my household, I can do the following:

I can recognize my Mom from any distance, even by her voice.

I can squeal with delight when I see Aryan Dada making faces and dancing for me.

I can sleep on one side and turn over often, but I have not mastered the ART of crawling.

I just try to sit; I no longer like to be in the sleeping position.

I can hold a rattle and look for it when it falls down.

Recently my Mom has started pushing the fortified semisolid food into my mouth. I am happy that atleast I am getting something to chew apart from drinking Milk.

Answers Please

2011-04-15T04:16:00.000-07:00

I don’t share my toothbrush with anyone, I don’t share my towel with anyone, I don’t share my comb with anyone, then why should I share my Mamma with Arjun?

Why can’t I be a girl? Mamma can you get me one girl dress?

When will this Arjun become big and play cricket with me?

Why Papa came early today? Usually he comes at night right?

From where and why did you get me this Puff color. I thought you went to office. You got permission from you manager to go out of your classroom and get this color for me?

Do I Share Enough?

2011-04-13T01:40:00.000-07:00

Every evening I take my bi-cycle and go down to play with my friends. We do cycling for a while and then play something different. When I am not riding my cycle, the watchman uncle’s kid rides it. When I asked my Mamma, she said it is fine to share.
When he touches my friend’s cycle, they just fight with him and don’t even allow him to touch it. Well, I have questioned my mamma about this behavior and she simply says, “The more you share the more you get from god. Now Santa Claus will be happy and he will give good gifts during the Christmas. So continue sharing.”

Off late my Mamma notices that I am not taking my cycle down. The reason is: I don’t get to play with it. As soon I take it down, the watchman uncle’s kid snatches from me and he rides. He doesn’t even ask me whether I am fine to share or not. Sometimes I am simply not fine to SHARE.

The other day, I felt very sad, when the watchman uncle’s son was not sharing my cycle with me. All kids were riding and I was watching them with my pet. (I have some soft toys, one toy invariably is the PET OF THE DAY.)

Aryan, “Mamma, I am sad. Sharing makes me feel unhappy.”

Mamma, “Ok Aryan, don’t worry. If you are unhappy, then don’t share. You should have the courage to tell him to just ride your cycle for a while, not always. Just don’t give him completely. Sharing also has a limit. I am just asking you to share “A little”.

I am seriously confused about what this “A little” sharing means, when the other kids don’t even share anything.

Just a Start..

2011-04-10T22:11:00.000-07:00

I get up at 4 in the morning, make odd noises, turn over and push my Mom and brother from my cot. Typically, this is how my day begins. What else a 5 months old kid can do? I am not aware what my Mom expects from me!!!!

Aryan dada is very nice to me. But today morning, he also got irritated and started scolding me!!!! God knows what he said.

Well, not only in the mornings, during the day also I show my true colors. I am fully active and I DON’T SLEEP AT ALL….

Neither I play alone nor do I play with toys. I need someone to talk with me 24/7. At present my Baba (grandpa) is taking care of me. I think my Aayi and Baba are underestimating my capacity to trouble them. They think if I sleep during day, I am a good boy. Well, this is just a start…hope they stay till the end!!

Life of Aryan’s Brother

2011-03-28T23:29:00.000-07:00

Well, that is not easy. At times, Aryan Dada comes very near to me. Sometimes he thinks to pull my head, sometimes shows some rattle, which invariably falls on my eyes. But whatever said and done, he loves me a lot.

Yesterday my mamma as usual went to office. My aayi was with me. As soon as she put me in Jula, I started crying. I cried incessantly for 45 mins. Aryan Dada immediately called my mom on her mobile.

Aryan, “ Amma, ethu rumba than kattharathu. Nee chikaram vaa…enodo kathu valikarathu.” (This kid is crying a lot, you come fast, my ears are paining hearing this.)

After this Aryan Dada took one of my Mom’s photo and showed me. He gave me her dupatta, thinking that I would be pacified by that. Well, he used to be like this when he was small.

Nothing helped. Immediately in 15 min, my mamma was at home. God knows whether she came home due to my crying or Aryan dada’s ear paining. As soon as I saw her, I stopped crying and started smiling at her!!!

She stayed with me for couple of hours and went to her office again after making me sleep.

Little talks that I overheard:

Aryan, “Mamma, let us not throw this baby down. He is becoming cute nowadays.”

Mamma, “Ok, but who told you that we are going to throw him anyway.”

Aryan, “I thought myself that one day I will throw him out, but now I will not.”

Mamma, “ Phew!@!!!

Good that Aryan Dada has changed his mind....Hope he remains the same...

Happy Holi

2011-03-21T04:11:00.000-07:00

This week, I am at home. Some short break from school. Sunday I played Holi with my Pappa.

Of late I have developed the habit of visualizing myself as Chota Bheem. I think so much about him that I have started making cards for his birthday party. My Mom is getting worried about this Chota Bheem fascination. I hope she takes me to Chota Bheem’s Bada birthday Party.!!!!

Temple Festival

2011-02-25T10:47:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I saw Kerala temple festival for the first time in my life. Temple festival in a near by temple, had commenced 10 days back. The whole temple was decorated with lights. It was a festive atmosphere with so many people around. Mamma got me balloons. Yesterday was the last day of this festival and on the last day the temple priest places the god’s idol on the decorated elephant’s back and they come home.
Yesterday night I saw three elephants that came to our house. On one elephant’s back, god’s idol was placed. I was so thrilled to see elephants.

The questions that I get after seeing the elephants are:

Why does this elephants always shake its ears and tail?
Why is this elephant eating coconut without breaking its shell?
Why is this elephant so big?
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Hi friends, it is me- Arjun, Aryan Karmore’s brother. I came to this world 4 months back. Now my vitals are: Weight- 6kg, Height - 55 cm. Some ten days before, I turned over when I was trying to hold one rattle. Yepee I discovered another way of lying down. Now as soon as my Mamma drops me down, I turn over. I try to move ahead a little. My Mamma, Kuttu mama, my grandparents and everyone are so happy to see these changes.

But you know guys; I have to be little away from my Big bro, Aryan.
Aryan dada sharing his blog with me itself is a big milestone. But you know today I overheard his conversation with my Mamma.

Aryan, “ Mamma, can you please give me Arjun’s head. I can play like a football.
Mamma, “ What?”

My Question is : Can my Mamma give my head to Aryan Dada?

Arjun and Me at Trivandrum

2011-02-02T03:21:00.000-08:00

First of all, happy anniversary to my blog. It has been 4yrs since I started this blog and now time has come to share this blog with my little brother-Arjun.

He has metamorphosed into a new creature now. Instead of just crying and sleeping, he knows to make cooo coo noises. He recognizes me and smiles at everyone around. Ooops it is already been 3 months since he has jumped from my mamma’s tummy.

Now, I am at Trivandrum, my Grandma’s place. I like this place a lot as I get to see many unusual things that I don’t see in Hyderabad. I like to collect the baby coconuts, which fall from the coconut tree. I get to see crow, sparrow, parrot, eagle, canary and lot of other birds. I have my cousins, Achu Akka and Kannan Anna with whom I play a lot. I think myself to be Bheem, Achu Akka to be Chutki, and Kannan anna to be Raju. (All Chota Bheem characters. Those who see POGO channel will know more about it)

Anyway nowadays I am not going to school. Arjun seems to be cute. That is what my Mom thinks…..Hmmmm!!!!

Will post more updates soon....

New-Entry: Arjun

2010-11-19T00:54:00.000-08:00

Swaram akka already announced about a new entry in my household. My brother, Arjun.

He is kind of odd. He always cries and sleeps. The sad part is; I cannot spend much time with my Mamma after this new entry.

I don’t even bother to spend time with my brother, but I make sure my Mamma spends time with me and makes me ready for school.

November 13th was children’s day carnival at my school. My thatha got on fish costume, my Mamma found it girlish and thus she and Pappa made one shark mask for my face. Will post the picture later.

Mamma’s office friends visited my house. It was nice talking with them. But, after they left, I started crying as they didn’t get any gift for me. They got lots of gifts for Arjun. They got one big bed, dresses, mittens, socks, cap, baby gift set…..etc etc…I felt very sad. My Mamma had already anticipated this scenario and she had already got one Kinderjoy chocolate. She knows all the ways to pacify me and make me happy!!!!! I love you mamma

Tell me Why series

2010-10-05T21:02:00.000-07:00

Mamma, why number 13 is not there in a clock?

Mamma, why should we sleep at night? I like to be an owl.

Mamma, why should we allow this baby to come out of your tummy? Let it be inside. You look nice with big tummy!!!!

Mamma, why I don’t have moustache?

Mamma, why and why should I go to school?

For most of my questions, my mamma doesn’t have answers. Do you guys have?

Conversations

2010-09-26T21:25:00.000-07:00

Aryan: What noise? Water flowing somewhere?

Pappa: No, it is baby’s heartbeat.

Aryan: ok.

Pappa: Do you want to say anything to baby?

Aryan: Baby, you be there in mamma’s tummy. Don’t come out!!!
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Pappa: Will this be a boy or girl?

Mamma: Aryan what do you think?

Aryan: Once it comes out we will know it mamma. You wait till then!!!!
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Mamma: Will you play with the baby after it is born.

Aryan: What do you mean by “Born”.

Mamma: Ok, after it comes out of my tummy?

Aryan: No I will not play. I will throw it in the trash bin!!
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Mamma was very angry with me today morning. I was also equally angry with her. We both fought with each other and decided not to talk.

Aryan (in a crying tone): Wait, till my brother comes from your tummy. I will tell him to punch you!!!!

Mamma (smiling): Aryan, you are a big boy. You don’t need to seek his help; instead you should be dependent on your own. And moreover, what is this. You are teaching him to hurt others?

Aryan: But mamma, how can I punch you. You are my sweet mamma. I will tell him to punch you.

Mamma doesn’t know what to reply.
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Mamma-Pappa- Any difference?

2010-09-22T22:28:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, at 10:30 PM:

Aryan, “ Mamma, I think I did not eat proper dinner.”

Mamma, “ If you are feeling hungry, please ask Pappa to give you some food. I am not feeling well now. Let me sleep.”

I went to Pappa. He was watching Cricket.

Aryan, “Pappa, I think I did not eat proper dinner.”

Pappa, “ It is OK, tommorrow you can eat proper dinner.”

Aryan, “ I did not eat vegetables. I only ate rice.”

Pappa, “ It is fine Aryan, go and sleep. Tommorrow you can eat vegetables.”

I came running to my Mamma. Mamma was listening to all these conversations. As soon as I came near to her, she said, “ Aryan, you should ask explicitly to your Pappa. Otherwise, he doesn’t understand. Tell him that you want food. Then he will heat it and give you.”

Ahh..now I understood that there are a lot of differences between Mamma and Pappa!!! Does everyone feel the same?

Helping Hand

2010-09-19T22:00:00.000-07:00

It was the week of helping the needy people. As a part of it, every kid was asked to share a toy, which can be given to those kids who don’t have any.

I was reluctant to share. It took almost 3-4 days of constant gyan and brainstorming from my mamma and at last she convinced me to share.

I decided to donate my favorite Big Blue Car that my periyamma got. As soon I decided to give one, I thought I would give one more…and soon I wanted to give all my toys to them.

Mamma, “It is ok Aryan, you keep some toys with you. You don’t have to share everything.”

Aryan, “It is ok Mamma. You can take care of me and my needs. Those kids don’t have anyone. And moreover you only told me right; if I give more, god will make sure that I get more.

Today evening can please get me more toys?

Weekend Updates

2010-09-13T03:56:00.000-07:00

Weekend was good with festivals and poojas. Saturday we got Ganesha idol and performed the pooja.

We went to Swaram akka’s house. She had performed a wonderful pooja with all sorts of decorations. She gave so may fancy stuffs and sarees to my Mom and Aayi. I got kaju katli and ladoos from Su mamma. Before leaving, I asked for a fruit and took one guava. Overall I enjoyed and was happy to see the eversmiling vibrant Swaram akka again. Their house was filled with friends and kids, thus I choose to tailgate my mamma most of the times.

Next day, we had pooja at our apartment premises. There were some games arranged for kids. Lemon and Spoon, running race, musical chairs, and Fish bowl. I didn’t win in any of those games and thus didn’t get any prize. Unlike other mammas, who were behind their kids and explaining the games, my mamma was busy organizing the games and taking pictures. (Well, advantage of she being in organizing committee is that: she arranged for participation prizes for all the kids!!!! ) The good part is: I enjoyed running and jumping and that is what my mamma was looking for, rather than giving me a notion of fetching a prize.

After the game was over, I asked my mamma.

Aryan, “Mamma, why did I not win.”

Mamma, “There are other kids who play better. In a game, everyone cannot be a winner.”

Aryan, “But mamma, why I am always a loser?”

Mamma, “It is Ok Aryan, you enjoyed right. That is what we need.”

Aryan, “When I grow big like Pappa, will I become a winner?”

Ahh, forgot to say another thing. For fish bowl, I was supposed to imitate a person. Can you guess who I imitated? Spider Man!!! I went to the stage and said loudly, with “great power, comes great responsibility!!!!”

Evening, I was playing with other kids in the apartment. They were older kids and were bullying me. They took me to one corner, pressed me hard, and were punching me. My Mamma was planning to interfere only at the end. But before even my Mamma could interfere, I used my Magic word “ Sorry”. As soon as I said sorry, they asked me to say sorry again. I said five times. Soon I became their friends. Now they deviated their attention towards Abilash and Sharash. I told Abilash to say sorry, but he didn’t listen to me. So he ended up getting hurt. Poor Abilash.

Thanks to my teachers and Mamma, who taught me those magical words.

Photos

2010-09-07T22:34:00.000-07:00

In lieu of teacher's day, my mamma helped me to make two greeting cards for my teachers. She was inspired by Shruti Aunty idea. Thanks Shruti Aunty for your creativeness

Now the photos of my Birthday party:

It was my Baba's effort.

A card from Wonder 6. Swaram akka, Kanagu anna, Sharash, and Ablilash's gifts:

Birthday Boy 2

2010-08-30T21:17:00.000-07:00

After school, I went to Wonder 6 Daycare. My Aayi and Baba had reached there. They had got sweets to distribute in daycare, as Wonder 6 discourages chocolate distribution.

Sujatha madam had made an excellent card for me. Yamini aunty also called me to wish.

Around 4 P M, mamma came and picked me from daycare. When I reached home, I was astounded by the decoration that Baba had done. He decorated the house with balloons and lights. It was so sweet of him.

Pappa came home by 7 and I was playing with papa. By 7:30, Abilash and Sharsh came home with their mamma’s and I started playing with him. We cut the cake and I tend to be a good boy, distributing the cake and other snacks.

Well, my eyes were on the gifs that they got. (My mamma says that I am such a shameless mannerless boy, but can’t help. I get very excited, when I see something wrapped in gift wrapper).

When they gave me gifts, I said thank you and gave them the return gifts that my mamma had got it.

They had got one building set, a CD, a pencil box set, and a vehicle book. Thanks a lot my friends.

Then it was time for Swaram akka to come. After my dinner she came. She wore a blue dress and had a small sparkling blue bindi. She was looking cute!!!! Infact I told this to my mamma, later on.

Swaram akka asked, “ Mamma told you are happy to hear that we are coming. Are you happy?”

Aryan, “ No I am not!!!!”

Mamma, “ What Aryan!!!”

I giggled and went away. It was fun to pull each other legs.

Swaram akka asked, “Where is my return gifts”

Aryan, “ I don’t give return gifts to big people.”

Swaram akka had got loads of gifts for me. I even forgot to say thank you to her after seeing the gifts. She helped me open the wrapper and I was very excited to see so many gifts.

A set of two karadi tales books about krishna with CD.
A jungle book puzzle set
A locomotive assembling set (This is really marvelous)
A small cute ecofriendly bat and ball.

Thanks a lot Swaram akka and Kanagu anna. Kanagu anna called me to wish, but I was behaving like one lord. I did not talk to him. Hope he is not angry with me.

Soon Su Mama came and all of them had dinner. Aayi had prepared yummy dinner.

Overall it was such a memorable birthday. I will post the photos of my gifts soon!!!

Thanks to everybody who made my day!!!

Edited to Add: I forgot about the return gift I gave to Swaram Akka. One white Balloon... Infact as I didn't wrap it in a gift wrapper I totally forgot about it. Swaram akka next time I will do that!!!!

Birthday Boy

2010-08-26T21:49:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was city tour from school. They took me around Hyderabad and showed me Hussain Sagar, Bhagavan Buddha , tank bund……etc etc.

No wonder they were taking about pearls and Hyderabadi biriyani…..

This week is the week of “people who help us”.

My mamma asked, “Who helps you the most Aryan?”

Aryan, “My Mamma helps me the most.”

Pappa, “He is one Mamma boy. God knows when he will be out of your spell.”

Then I told them about the other people who help us, like doctor, postman…..

Next week is the week of Musical Instruments.
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Oh forgot to mention. Today is my birthday.

I got up very early. Without crying, I went to mamma. Took bath, got ready, packed my tiffin box, water bottle, and got ready all alone. NOTE: I did all these things without crying.

Then I did Namaskaram to Aayi, Baba, Mamma, and Papa.

My aayi got new Bob-the Builder dress for me. I like it very very much. My mamma got Xylophone for me. My papa got lots of activity books and one story book. Now the ratio of activity books: story books is more. They want me to do only activities or what??? Anyway I liked all my gifts.

My Thatha and chella patti called me. My badai papa, mamma and my cousins called to wish me. My Periyamma and periyappa called. My mamma’s friends: archana akka and Rajiv anna conveyed their wishes to Mamma. Swaram akka and Kanagu anna called yesterday ….Hoping Swaram akka comes home today to meet me…

Overall it was so good in the morning, until my Mamma opened the chocolate packet.
She started telling me to give to others. What????

I got so tensed. One by one all my chocolates were getting finished. She is telling me to give to my school bus friends, to my class friends. I started crying. I said I don’t want to share the chocolate. I said that we will get them mentos mint, the chocolate that I don’t like. I don't mind sharing them.

My mamma is scaring me by saying that, if we don’t share chocolates in school, all my gifts will vanish away when I come home. Do you think is it true?

Evening we have a party at home, with few of my friends. Today morning, when Mamma showed me their return gifts, I asked her:

Aryan, “Mamma, will they give us gift, so that we can return these gifts?”

Mamma, “Aryan, it doesn’t matter. Even if they don’t give, don’t ask them. We should never expect any gifts from others, we should just give.”

Seriously I never understand this concept!!!!!!!!! My mamma is hoping I will understand when I grow. Do you guys understand????? How much do you think, I should grow to understand this concept of sharing?

Mamma Vs Madam

2010-08-16T22:37:00.000-07:00

Conversations:
Aryan: Mamma, do you have pearls

Mamma: Pearls?

Aryan: Yes, pearl kammal (ear ring) pearl mala (necklace), pearl bangles…

Mamma: Yes I have.

Aryan: Then can you wear it today and go to office. You will be sparkling.

Mamma: But why are you saying this now.

Aryan: My madam wore pearls yesterday and she was looking very beautiful. She was sparkling.

Mamma: Ok Aryan, I will wear it.

Aryan: Thank you mamma. Onnodu officela ellavarum choluva, neenga rumba azhaga irukel endru( In your office everyone will say you are looking beautiful today!!!!)

Mamma: Ok, but when you see someone good you should also tell them. Did you tell your teacher yesterday that she was sparkling because of pearls?

Aryan: No Mamma. But if she looks beautiful today I will tell her.

Mamma: Good boy

Thus I made sure my Mamma wore her pearl set to office today. Thank god Pappa had got it for her!!!

School Saga

2010-08-16T05:09:00.000-07:00

Last to last Tuesday, we had fun day out. We went for a field trip to Kondapur big campus. I was adichi paratinudu (Tamil word; sorry guys, I don’t know to translate) running to be first in the race. Not sure whether I reached first or not.

Then from Tuesday night, I was down with fever and cough. Three days of mamma’s office leave and working from home saga continued.
Then I went to school last Tuesday.

I have so many problems when I go to school. No one understands…

•In between the class, I feel hungry but I fear to tell my teacher.
•When naptime comes, I don’t feel sleepy and if I sleep I like to sleep for a long time.
•I get scared of one naughty boy who teases me always.
•And on top of everything, I don’t like to write. At home, I write from A-z. I can say I trace, not write. I feel comfortable tracing rather than writing on my own....anyway I have to pass this phase of life I guess…

Magic words

2010-07-29T20:43:00.000-07:00

Aryan, “Mamma, let me talk to you now.
Mamma, “OK, tell me what do you want to talk.”
Aryan, “Why our house is not having a V shaped or A shaped roof? Why we have all rectangle buildings.
Mamma, “When we build our independent house, we will tell Papa to make a V shaped roof.”
Aryan, “I can also help you mamma in making that house. You can use my construction toys.”
Mamma, “Thank you Aryan for sharing your toys.”

Then I suddenly went and hugged Mamma and said that the hug is for the MAGIC WORD that Mamma used now.

Mamma: Magic word. What is that?

Aryan: Yes, Mamma. Three words: THANK you, PLEASE, AND SORRY are magic words.

Mamma: Yes, from now onwards don't order me. You should say PLEASE and ask me.

Aryan (Thinking): " Insanity at its heights. Why did I say about magic words to Mamma. Now she will start bugging me to use it!!!!!"

Germs

2010-07-22T22:16:00.000-07:00

My class topic of this week is GERMS!!!

In the school, to demonstrate cleanliness and germs, they had given numerous examples. Table1 had set of people, who eat without washing hands and Table 2 has a set of people, who eat food after washing hands. They concluded that, people from table 2 tend to be healthier.

Then they taught about GOOD Germs and BAD Germs. This fascinated me a lot. My Mom has taught me about Bad germs, but for the first time I was hearing about GOOD germs.

Conversations with Mamma:

Aryan: “Mamma, You know there are good germs also.”

Mamma: “ Oh, is it Aryan?”

Aryan: “Yes, mamma. They help in making CURD, DOSA, IDLI, BREAD….”

My mom was also surprised when she heard this from me. And then she started her over enthusiastic habit of loading me with lecture.

Mamma : Yes, Aryan you are right. The Germs that help in formation of curd is “Lactobacillus”

Aryan: What mamma, “lactobacilll……us”.

Mamma: Yes, Aryan.

Today morning when Mamma gave me Dosa and curd, I promptly asked her.

Aryan: “Mamma, did you add GOOD germs in my curd? That lacto…..bat one”

Mamma was wondering what to say!!!

Mamma: “ Yes, Aryan it is there.”

Aryan: “Then can you please SHOW me.”

Mamma: “Well, Aryan to see that bacteria, you need a Microscope.”

Papa: “ Mamma, it is getting late. Can you please stop your lecture and get him ready before he bombards you with more questions!!!!

Mamma helped me in getting ready and I went to school.
But I am still wondering how can I see GOOD germs? Can anyone help me?

Almost a month over!!!

2010-07-19T04:39:00.000-07:00

Almost a month over and my Parents are called for!!! Yepeee….isn’t is a super achievement from my end. My parents are called for to discuss about my behavior and progress in school.

Well, do you guys remember about my assessment during November 2009 from Wonder 6?
Have a look at this post.

I will give a synopsis of it

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.

Well, nothing has changed since then. Even in Chirec school, my parents are called for the same story. Even now, I tend to be lazy and be in some other world and I show laziness to write.

Another point is: I show maturity, but I am still insecure…You know very hectic life style for me. Some days I am unsure, whether the daycar-in-charge will pick me from school and later on my Mom will come to pick me from daycare….blah blah…

My mom has started her Google search about slow writers and will now start getting loads of pre-writing fun activities…Oh god give me a break please!!!! Do you think it is fun to write???

I want it from First

2010-07-06T21:10:00.000-07:00

After dinner, my Mamma and Papa were talking and I was fighting with my blue elephant. Suddenly I felt very thirsty and asked for water. My papa poured the water in a glass and gave me. I got very angry.

Aryan: Mamma, I want water from first

Mamma: What does that mean?

Aryan: I will not tell you what it means, but I want water from first.

Mamma: I don’t understand you Aryan. Ok, I will give you from first.

Saying this, she went to kitchen, took another glass and poured new water and gave me.
Aryan fuming with anger: Go away, I want from first…..

I was very angry. I started crying or rather shrieking. My tantrums continued for 10 minutes ( According to my Mamma it is too much to shriek for 10 minutes)

By now, my papa couldn’t tolerate any more. He gave me two tights slaps…..that is it. I was fully silent. I stared at Papa and did not talk to anyone. I went to my bed.

My Mamma came behind me, wiped my tears and asked me very softly, “Aryan what do you mean by wanting water from first?”

I said, “It means, you should not talk to Papa, but talk to me more and give me water first….and be with me.” You didn’t give me water, when I asked. You were talking with papa…

Mamma (thinking), “There is no REWIND button in life my dear. How can I make him understand that, you cannot go back and think about the time gone?”

Mamma, “ It is Ok Aryan, sometimes you don’t have to get attention always. You can be Second also and it is not bad to be last. I always tell you this, and now also I am saying the same. As long as you are happy, it doesn’t matter if you are first or second.”

Aryan, “But I always want to be first Mamma”

Mamma, “Yes Aryan, you are my first kid. But for small small things you cannot be always first”

Infact I have the habit of doing everything first, If someone opens a biscuit packet, I need the biscuit first, if mamma wears a new dress, I also need to wear a new dress first……so many examples to quote.

Before, my mamma used to agree to my first tantrums most of the times, but now I guess she is saying that being second or last is better than first!!! She herself is confused. One confused soul she is!!!!!

Papa’s Birthday

2010-06-28T21:30:00.000-07:00

It is Papa’s birthday today. I didn’t wish him in the morning. I was simply thinking about the balloons that mamma got for me. I was thinking that it is my birthday.

You know what; I have got a “J” factor associated with me. When I saw Papa wearing the new dress, which my mamma and Aayi got for him, this factor cropped in me. When I saw Papa looking good and charming while going to office, this factor cropped. When I saw my Mamma, putting Kumkum to Papa and doing Namaskaram (Bending down and touching feet) to him this factor cropped…

Atlast I declared, “Mamma today evening is my birthday. Get me new dress, sweets, blow balloons for me, put music, do namaskaram to me, and then we will cut cake…..”

Anyway just to pacify me and make me get ready for the school, she agreed. Hope she organizes this mini party for me.

By the way, the secret flowers that Mamma ordered for Papa on his birthday got delivered yesterday itself. Any comments on this goofy mamma?

The Balloon Episode

2010-06-28T02:25:00.000-07:00

Every Sunday, Balloon vendor comes to sell balloons. We have a look at his balloon collection from our balcony and decide on the one that I want. Then my Mamma gives me money. I climb down alone and give the money to him and get the balloon of my choice.

By looking at the balloon from balcony, my Mamma understands the cost of the balloon and gives me the exact amount.
This Sunday also he came. I wanted a small blue balloon. My mamma gave me Rs 5 and told me to go and get it.

When I went there, he said

“Tum jaho, Ek rupee kum hai. Balloon nahi hai” (You go, one rupee is less, so no balloon.)

Saying this he went away not giving me Balloon.

I felt very humiliated. I climbed upstairs crying. My Mamma and Papa ran down to talk to the Balloon vendor, but he was gone.

I cried for 10-20 minutes and my mamma pacified me somehow saying she will get more balloons in the evening.

The unanswered question that my Mamma has is:

“ Every Sunday we buy Balloons from him, even if the balloon rate has increased with the increased petroleum charges, the Balloon vendor should have told Aryan to call mamma and get more money, instead of saying No to a kid.”

But my papa thinks differently:

He says, It is OK Mamma, atleast you son will learn to cope with rejections and he will understand the value of money. Next time you give him money, he will think whether this is enough or not. With this example we will teach him the value of one rupee.”

But what I think and told Mamma after this episode is:

“Mamma, Balloon wala did not give me that small blue balloon that I wanted. Mamma, you buy that balloon for me. But from next time, we will not buy any balloons from the Balloon wala. We will go to shop and buy it directly.”

Which conclusion is better??

Irritating Day

2010-06-15T22:00:00.000-07:00

There are days when you wake up irritated and irritate others around you. Today was one such day. I was very annoyed. I cried for everything, right from brushing teeth till wearing my shoes. My mamma‘s mood also got changed alternatively seeing my behavior. At last she bribed me that she is going to get me one book today evening if I go to school without crying.

I was little pacified.

On the way to the pickup point,

Aryan, “You know why I was crying.”

Mamma, “No, Aryan unless you tell me I cannot understand much.”

Aryan, “I was crying because I get scared to go in School bus. It goes fast and I get scared that the street dogs would get hit by my school bus.”

Mamma, “Did you dream this yesterday?”

Aryan, “No Mamma. ”

Mamma, “Ok, nothing like that would happen. You hold tightly and sit.”

Aryan, “Why don’t I stay at home today?”

Mamma, “ Ahh..so that was the whole point. You want to be at home.”

Aryan, “Yes.”

Mamma, “But today is not a holiday, you go now and evening I will get a book for you.”

Aryan sadly, “ OKk…Mamma”

Hope she gets me a book .

Day 2

2010-06-14T21:20:00.000-07:00

My first day at new school was memorable. After getting down from school bus, we had snacks time, where everyone ate their packed snacks.

I played a lot with sandpit and construction toys.

In the classroom, when they called my name; I was simply sitting.

The teacher told me that, whenever she calls me, I should acknowledge her by saying, “Yes, Madam”. Then I went near to her and she gave me my ID card, with Tigger tiger picture on it. I am in Tigger team.

I ate little food, as it was spicy. (I told my Mamma, to tell them to give me curd rice from tomorrow. Hope she tells and hope they listen)

After food, it was nap time. Everyone needs to take their own pillow and bed sheet and sleep for an hour. I think, I also slept…not sure….

The whole school is like one Jungle. We have ducks, aquariums, lots of animal pictures, and also ocean of kids around me…..

When it was time to leave, the kids boarded the school bus. I was waiting for my Mom. She came and picked me from school and I was glad to see her.

Now, at home I tend to play role play with my Mom. I, by default become the teacher and she a student - meekly listening to me.

Swaram Akka.... when you plan to come home, be prepared to be my student, OK?

First Day

2010-06-13T20:48:00.000-07:00

Today I got up very early, around 5:30 A. M. I was pretty much excited about my new school. I could neither eat breakfast properly nor do potty because of my excitement. I was ready by 7.

My school bus was supposed to come at 8:10. Me, Aayi, and my Mom were standing at the pickup point from 8 A.M. The mainroad was inundated with school buses. I patiently waited for my bus.

When it came, I boarded the bus, went and sat on a corner seat. I didn't even look at my Mom and Aayi. Actually I had already forgotten about them in midst of my excitement!!!!

My mom must be surprised and must be blabbering to aayi about my behaviour. Hope she understands that; I am grown up boy now and I can fend myself in any new environment!!

Updates

2010-06-09T22:50:00.000-07:00

It was so nice of Kanagu anna and my other blog friends for constantly reminding my mamma of her laziness. She likes to hibernate. She not only remains disloyal to my blog, but also doesn’t read any blogs. She keeps me oblivious of the blogosphere. Anyway how much I can crib about my Mamma? Leave it!!!

Regarding my Nagpur trip— It was a fantastic vacation. Most of the times, I was busy playing with my cousins. I am the only boy in midst of three girls. So I learned to talk Hindi with feminine tense.

Now I say, “Mein Karungi”, instead of “Mein Karunga”. So my Mamma is teasing me by calling me a girl. Let her do whatever she wants. Who cares!!!

Another huge change in my life is about my new school, Chirec.

My grant entry into the school will be on June 14th. Last week my Mamma and Papa went and met my class teacher.

As usual my Mamma is more excited about my school than me.

She is asking one hundred questions one hundred times:

“Aryan, will school go in the school bus without crying? Will you be brave to talk to new faces? Will you tell them when you want to do potty? Will you talk with other kids?”

She is getting butterflies in her stomach, thinking about my first day AT SCHOOL. Poor old creature, she got used to taking tension.

Anyway I will not go to new school, if she doesn’t get me NEW bag and a pair of shoes.

I am more excited about the new school, because of the following reasons:
1.I like to wear BLUE school uniform.
2.I like to board the school bus and go to school like a big boy.
3.I like to feed ducks. The school campus has a duck pond, with three ducks in it. I am excited when I think about feeding those ducks.

Happy Mother's Day

2010-05-10T03:59:00.000-07:00

With my wonder 6 summer camp initiative, I made a card for my mamma on mother's day.
Thanks to the Wonder6 summer camp team. Recently they have launched their Website and it is pretty cool. All those who wanted to know more about my school, here it goes: Wonder6

Beautiful Blogger, AM I?

2010-04-25T22:21:00.000-07:00

Once in a while I keep getting awards. This time, it was from Swaram akka. I think this award is floating around the whole blog world, but let me give it to my special friends:

Deeps aunty —For giving me sweet hugs and Umma.
Kanagu anna —For agreeing to be my student and learn Hindi from me.
Preeti Mommy —For making sure that she comes back to full fledged blogging soon.
Kavya’s Mom — For my lovely friend Kavya and her special antics…

5 Point Tags

2010-04-21T02:09:00.000-07:00

Shilpa Akka tagged me and here goes the tag.

5 Gloriously Horrifyingly Dumb Movies:
Kurban—No fighting and no action. I did not understand anything; expect I liked the song Shukar allah. I asked my mom so many times, when the movie will get over. She gave one whack and made me sleep!!!

Ajab Prem Ki Gajab Khani—I couldn’t even tell the full movie name. So boring so boring. I was bugging my Mom so much that she got some Popcorns and for the rest of the movie I kept my jaws busy. From this episode I came to know that, the task of eating popcorn is tedious as your jaws pain after you eat the whole packet…

Raan —The dumbest movie I have ever seen. After all why my mamma and papa take me for such movie??? Readers, please tell them to think before they take me for a movie

Karthik calling Karthik—Why, why, why on earth I get to see no action movies!!!! And for this special movie, my Papa got a separate movie ticket for me. I sat on the seat, but couldn’t see anything. I liked the songs though.

Ttaan ta daa …..ta da ta da…—Well, I should not pronounce the name of this movie, it is censored. Readers, did you guess the movie name? Well in this movie, I could only see fighting fighting fighting, but still none of them died fast. Though it was action packed, I didn’t like it. I need some fast Hollywood kind of actions.

Now, I would like to list the movies I enjoyed (though not a part of the tag)

Blue—To see some aquatic animals
Luck—Saw some parachute actions and train blasting towards the end.
All the best—Racing car part was the best in “All the best” movie.
Prince—A super duper action packed movie. I watched the whole movie.

5 accessories you can create out of food

My mom makes Lady’s finger mountain. She cuts the lady’s fingers head and place it in my hand and I carry the mountain in my hand like hanuman
My Mom makes carrot ring and cucumber bangle for me. She thinks me to be a girl or what?
My mom gives me drumsticks to beat my toy drum.

5 places where you won’t be seen dead at
Dead, what do you mean by that?

5 people you’d love to hit, anytime, anywhere

My mom, My mom, My Mom, My Mom, My Mom…Not that I have five Moms, but she is the one with whom I can express my anger and love….so she has got this honors to get my beatings.

5 things you’d do to scare anybody
I scare papa, by showing him a lizard
I scare mamma, by being angry with her.
I scare my Patti, by not talking to her
I scare my giraffe toy, with a stick
I scare the entire household by creating tantrums…..:-)

Now time to tag others. Tagging anyone who likes to do it. Bloggers, if you feel like doing this interesting tag, please take this and let me know once done.

Three Letters

2010-04-06T23:45:00.000-07:00

Mamma: I am keeping this USB drive in your bag. Can you please tell your Madam to copy your school photos in this?

Aryan: What Mamma, what did you say; ABC?

Mamma: No Aryan, it is a Pen Drive for storing pictures and other files.

Aryan: What Mamma, what is Pen drive?

Mamma: Ok, Aryan, leave it. Just remember THREE letters “USB”.

Aryan at night, before sleeping: Mamma, today I gave that three letters to teacher, but she did not give it back.

Mamma: It is ok, she told she will copy the photos and give tomorrow.

Aryan: Copy? What is Copy?

Mamma (thinking) : Oh, I have Saturn in my mouth. Why on the hell I told him all these stuffs!!!!!

Aryan: Ok, what is that three letters? ABC?

Mamma: No Aryan, it is USB.

Aryan: Ok, tomorrow I will go to school and get back those three letters.

Hoping to get those three precious letters, I got ready early and went to school on time today!.

Tit for Tat

2010-03-28T22:29:00.000-07:00

Mamma : You are not Aryan, you are another boy called Aadhi. Why are you in this house?

Aryan (little confused and jittered): I am Aryan Mamma, see.. see.. I am your Aryan Mamma.

Mamma: No, you are not Aryan. You are Aadhi. Why are you taking Aryan’s toys?

Aryan (More scared): Mamma, please I am Aryan. See my face, see my legs, see my dress.. I am Aryan Na…Yes, Mamma I am Aryan.

Mamma: NO, you are not. Can you please go out and bring my Aryan back.

Aryan (Almost crying): Mamma, please mamma…I am your ARYAN…

Mamma: No

Aryan: Ok then, you are not Aryan’s Mamma. You are Aadhi’s Mamma. Now, You GO Out of Aryan’s house.

Mamma: What????

Aryan: Aadhi’s Mamma, why are you in Aryan’s house???

Mamma: Aryan, I am not Aadhi’ Mamma, I am Aryan’s Mamma…..Let us be friends again…

Atlast Mamma learned her lesson and decided not to fool me again.

Aryan, Mamma, and Papa

2010-03-22T21:50:00.000-07:00

Mamma: Name our National bird
Aryan: Peacock
Mamma: Good, now name the National Flower and National Game
Aryan: Lotus and Hockey
Mamma: Fine, Now name the National Animal
Aryan: GIRRAFFE…
Mamma: Isn’t it tiger, Aryan?
Aryan: No I like Giraffe, so it is giraffe.
Mamma: Aryan that is not the answer. India’s national animal is Tiger.
Aryan: Mamma, after Tiger’s turn, shall we give a chance to Giraffe?
Mamma (Thinking—well this is the after effect of teaching your child to take turns): OK, Aryan we will…give a chance to Giraffe after Tiger.:-)
Aryan: Thank you Mamma. You are so good.
Mamma: Blinking, not knowing what to say…….
Can she really change our National animal?
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Aryan: Papa, why do you always see Cricket, Cricket, Cricket?
Papa: Aryan, why do you always see Cartoon, Cartoon, Cartoon.
Aryan: Papa, DON’T ASK ME WHY.
Papa, thinking: His Mamma is better than him in replying. Atleast she gives reasons and answers to my questions, rather than bluntly saying not to ask her any questions.
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Award Time.

2010-03-03T21:38:00.000-08:00

It is been ages since I wrote a post. Not my fault, you know how much I have to depend on my Mamma for this posting.
She is busy with her office and MA English course, and claims no time. All lame excuses you know.

Now thanks to Shruti Aunty for this award. You forced me to start blogging again.
I am so happy that my fellow bloggers remember me many a times…Thanks again. I have other pending tags and awards...will be doing it for sure. Now I pass this award to all the blogs that I know. Infact all my blogger friends are “THE BEST”.

Conversation
Papa: Mamma, I wish you were an Engineer
Mamma: Why Engineers have horns or what?
Pappa: No at least you will teach my son all engineering terms rather than biology…
Mamma: You can always think about an engineering Mamma
Aryan: Papa, how many times I have told you, I want only this Mamma!!!!!!
Papa: Ok, Aryan we will not think about another Mamma.

My Mamma’s mouth is never shut. She thinks that whatever she learned in her school, I should learn now.

The after effect is: I can now identify the leaf having Chlorophyll and Xanthophylls pigments, different difficult parts of flower, types of tress (Coconut and Neem), Nocturnal birds, Three planets (Earth, Mars, and Saturn), my food pipe- wind pipe and its associated logic that I should not laugh or talk when I eat food, my stomach and its grinder, with it associated logic that I should drink water for the grinder to grind the food…blah…blah… blah……….

Well that is one side of my growth. Another side is about my Mamma complaining that my handwriting is not good and I write a word from right to left.

When I write Aryan, I write like this: NAYRA

Come on, I write from 1-20 and A-H, that itself is good enough for me. I don’t care whether left to write or right to left.

Can anyone tell Mamma that rather than concentrating on my studies, she should concentrate on her studies now!!!

Shiridi Trip

2010-01-27T00:01:00.000-08:00

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.

2010-01-15T01:55:00.000-08:00

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

2009-12-28T22:44:00.000-08:00

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!!!

2009-12-21T22:39:00.000-08:00

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

2009-12-16T20:49:00.000-08:00

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

2009-11-24T21:35:00.000-08:00

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:

2009-11-16T20:57:00.000-08:00

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

2009-11-12T20:59:00.000-08:00

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

2009-11-09T00:02:00.000-08:00

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

2009-10-23T03:56:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-21T04:23:00.000-07:00

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

2009-10-12T23:48:00.000-07:00

“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……

Mamma’s Day out

2009-10-12T02:12:00.000-07:00

A party organised by my school for all Mammas. It was on 10/9/09. Kids are supposed to sit at home with my Pappas and Mammas are supposed to go to school.
I liked this logic, where Mammas go to school.

As it was a Saturday, Mamma’s office was closed and thus she decided to go. She made breakfast, fed me, and left home by 10 A M. It was a potpourri, where each mamma needs to cook one of the dishes from the menu list. My mamma and cooking???? They are poles apart. She decided to get some sweets from Keshav Reddy shop…thanks to that confectionary opposite to our house.

I was at home with Pappa. I did not disturb him at all. I saw some animal Cds and watched cricket with him. Aryan is a Goo shi now. (Good boy in my code language)
At 1’ o clock, Pappa called Mamma.

Pappa: When are you coming?
Mamma: Another 1 hr?
Pappa: What, Aryan is hungry?
Mamma: Give him Maggie.

Pappa made Maggie. I ate honey loops, Maggie, chips…all those foods that my Mamma tries to avoid from me.

At 2:30, she enters the house happy and smiling.

Party Synopsis: They had a beauty workshop for young mommies, followed by lots of games, activities, prizes/lucky draws…My Mamma also grabbed a James Bond CD (tan…. ta ….daan,, ta ….daaan) as a prize. She got to meet so many masti mommies: Manasa’s mamma, Aarav’s mamma, Sadana’s mamma, Mohit’s mamma, Kush’s mamma, Anshu’s mamma, Anisha’s mamma, Utsav’s mamma, Sandhya Madam and four more mamma’s. (She remembers their name and face, but forgot their kid’s name. Sorry mommies for this faux pas. My mamma seriously needs a memory back up).

My mamma enjoyed a lot and I hope my school organizes such Mamma parties often, where I can also join and see what all these mommies are up to. Well, on such occasions I will not guarantee that I will be a Goo Shii….

Holiday Status Report

2009-10-06T23:06:00.000-07:00

Me, being a Host

1.Y aunty with M friend— Y aunty and M friend came home during holidays. I was waiting for their visit. For the first time, my school friend was coming to my house and I was little not sure how to react. They got a beautiful book for me along with blue gems. Thank you Y aunty for the gifts. Together we played in the tent and also I shared my mud truck. But, when the turn came to play and share with my Tetra cycle, I cried …and refused. You know, I need to learn more in this aspect of sharing……

2.R Uncle visit—R Uncle works with my Mom in her office. He dropped with his wife, M aunty. I cannot claim I was a very good boy when they visited. Like a tail, I was always behind my Mamma. R uncle asked me about green dress akka and Monkey episode (Well it has become so famous!!!) R uncle also gave me a very innovative gift—“A difference puzzle, which puzzled me a lot”. I love it and I play with it very often.

“Why everybody bring gifts when they come home?” I asked this question to my Mom after they left. Well, my Mom chooses to ignore such stuff and she did the same here. She should have given me a convincing answer. She needs to learn a lot about how to manage me. I don’t think she can get the MBA (Managing Brilliant Aryan) certificate in near future. The MBA course evolution history is here. I am happy anyway. Thanks R Uncle and M Aunty.

3.My cousins—My cousins, Shruthi and Shithija, came home. I loved playing with them.

Shitija is so much enthusiastic and thrilling that I am dumbstruck with her activities. She never leaves anything untouched or unexplored. Though one yr younger than me, she gave me climbing exercise training session. Now I climb on the wardrobes, grills, windows, dining table, computer table,…..I loved her training session.

Shruthi is bigger than me by two yrs and she knows lot of stuffs. She reads and writes pretty well and is mostly engaged with this activity.

Altogether we had a gala time and I miss them now.

Name game

I have found a new name to my Mom—Mamma Shark

Reason one: Recently she took me to a shopping mall where I saw a big Aquarium. I asked her where is Shark? She pointed towards one big black fish and said, “This is Shark”. (Well, later from my Papa I understood that we don’t get to see Sharks in aquarium.)

Reason two: The other day, she wore one black dress. Completely black dress. First, I called her elephant, and then I called her Shark. I could recall that Black Shark that I saw in Aquarium. So now I call her “Mamma Shark”.

Every day morning when I wake up, I ask her: Mamma Shark, Mamma Shark, no need to go to school today?

Mamma Shark: Aryan fish, you have to go to school today.

Aryan Fish: Mamma Shark, you are a baa Shi…( Baa Shi..is Bad boy in my code language)

Mamma Shark: Call me Shark, baa shi, elephant, or whatever; you have to GO to school.

Can’t help, but just listen to her………

More and more to write, but Mom is trying to be busy bossy….

Dress Up day

2009-09-23T21:50:00.000-07:00

It was dress up day on 23/9/09 in my school. My mamma got me a brand new white kurtha. I liked it and agreed to wear it also. But the next day when I wore it, I felt very uncomfortable.

Two things were bothering me:
1.The textile had some odd luster
2.The textile had some unknown smell (Mamma says, it is the smell of newness)

Within in a fraction of seconds I decided that I am not going to wear it. I told Mamma to remove it. She insisted that it is dress up day in school and I need to wear it.

Mamma: Please Aryan, why don’t you wear it?

Aryan: NO I am not. I am uncomfortable in it and it smells. (Next time I hope she decides not to buy such fancy stuffs and impose on me.)

Mamma: Then what dress you want?

Aryan: I want “Butthathan” dress. (The T-shirt that I am wearing in Mr Snowwhite picture. It is having a ghost picture, which gives me more power.)

Mamma: Ok, let change it.

I was wondering why my Mamma gave up immediately without arguing much? She changed my dress and packed my new dress in my bag and dropped me in school.

Afternoon, she gets a call from my caretaker.

Y aunty: (My caretaker’s name starts with “Y”) : Aryan is down with fever. Can you please come and take him home.

Mamma: Ok, coming now.

So now you understood. Fever was the reason for my Mamma to give up easily. She must have sensed it in the morning itself that I was feeling tired. So she agreed to make me wear what I wanted.

Though I hate Fever and its associated Crocin, I like to have such reasons by which I can tame my Mamma. Any idea from my friends???.

Award Time

2009-09-22T21:17:00.000-07:00

Uma Aunty gave this award to me. I guess she got impressed by my looks…thank you thank you.

Now passing this award to newly discovered blogging friends. Here, I give this to all lively and interesting blogs that I've newly discovered.

Smitha Aunty
Lost world Akka (she has already got it)
Nova Akka
Shruthi Aunty
Shruthi Aunty 2 (Lil’P)
Pixie Akka
Meira Akka
BDA, you have become my old friend, but still this award holds true for you.

NOTE: These days my mom is very lazy and forgetful. She forgets to trim my nails. Yesterday I pierced her and she understood the importance of trimming my nails. Why Moms don’t have memory backup?? Now, if she has forgotten to pass this award to any new blogger friends, believe me I am innocent in this.

I am Mr Snow White

2009-09-16T21:44:00.000-07:00

Here is my snap, posting upon request from my fans. thank you thank you....thank you everybody.
Mr Snow White name copyright is given to lostworld akka. Thanks for the new name.

Haircut

2009-09-13T23:00:00.000-07:00

For a long time, I have been longing to travel in Blue Bus. This Sunday my Mom and Grandparents decided to full- fill my wish. (For a change). The price I had pay for it was my “hair”. They bribed me a tour on bus, if I agree for a haircut. Ok, agreed.

Sunday morning; me, my Baba, and my Mamma went to Salon. The first salon owner said that I cry too much and he denied my entry. (He has learnt a lesson from his past experiences. Good job). I wished all Salon owners do the same. Deep in my heart I was rejoicing this entry withhold.

The next place was a new one. So he agreed to cut my hair. I thought I should teach him a lesson too. As soon as he sprinkled water, I started my crying saga, not only crying, it is kind of screaming and beating the hair dresser. Somehow I should carve a niche about my capabilities and teach him a lesson so that he doesn’t cut my hair again.

Well, soon he finished job of cutting and I finished my job of crying. All of us, garnished with tiny hairs, went home for a shower.

As soon as the shower was over, my Mamma changed her stand.

Mamma: “Aryan, You cried so much that now we are not taking you in Bus.”

Aryan: “Please Mamma, I will not cry again.”

Mamma: “Every time you say the same thing.”

Aryan: “Next time I will not cry Mamma, please mamma take me out in Bus.”

Mamma: “Let us see next time. Moreover, it is raining outside.”

Aryan in fully angry: “Mamma , take me out Now.”

Mamma: “No, not now.”

Aryan, extremely angry: “Mamma, I will throw you out and beat you. Wait, I will cut your hair now.”

With my threatening, she got convinced and they took me out in the evening in a Bus. Bus safari requires a new post altogether.

NB: After haircut, I feel I am more handsome now. Like Snow white’s step mother, I keep looking at the mirror atleast 10 times a day.

Old is Gold

2009-09-11T02:18:00.000-07:00

Aryan: Why are we married to this house?

Mamma: Aryan, it is not “married”, it is “moved”. We have moved to this house. Ok,
now that we have moved, now what is the problem?

Aryan: Mamma, I cannot do “Shi” in this house bathroom. I want the old house bathroom to do “SHI”. Bring it here…

Mamma: What? You expect me to bring old house bathroom???

Aryan: Yes, please!!!!

Standing Vs Sleeping

2009-09-09T22:31:00.000-07:00

I have an assignment to practice Standing (IIII) and Sleeping (_ _ _ _) lines at home. For the past two days, Mama sits with me to finish this assignment.

Yesterday, I drew lots and lots of standing and sleeping lines….(once in for all I wanted to finish this line saga). My mama asked me to name them, I gave all the names that I know: Mama, Papa, Aryan, Yellow Duck, Mickey, Timmy, Pati, Thatha, periyamma, Tom, Jerry, Aayi, baba, Swaram aunty (yes I remember and miss you)…….never ending list. (Guys, note my hardwork and think how many lines I drew!!! Aryan pat pat)

To be frank with you, neither I know to draw Standing nor I know to master Sleeping lines. So I am thinking to request my teacher to change the course of my assignment.
Instead of Standing and Sleeping lines, she should give me an assignment of drawing “Blue Slanting lines”, the one that I draw every day.

Conversations

2009-09-07T01:45:00.000-07:00

Aryan and Mamma, while playing puzzles.
Mamma: “Where is K for Kite?”
Aryan: “Inga illai (not here)”
Mamma: “Irukku , nee naanna paaru.” (It is here, see properly)
Aryan: “Mamma, andha “K” chatthu poyidothu?” (That “K” died?)
Mamma: “No puzzles ellam chatthu pogathu. (Puzzles don’t die)
Puzzles don’t die or what?
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Aryan and Mamma during bedtime.
Mamma: “Aryan, sleep otherwise that nocturnal bird that is in god’s room will come here. Shall, I call it here? Listen, how it is making noise.”
Aryan: “Mamma can you call that watchman mama and tell him to shoo that bird away. “
How long Mamma wants to scare me like this? She should find solution to problems right???
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Mamma: Please eat everything. You should finish it fast.
Aryan: No I am not eating it now. Enough for me. You eat
Mamma: Eat some more Aryan.
Aryan: No, it is “dangerous” to eat.
Mamma wondering, “What? “dangerous” to eat?” “From where you learn this Aryan?”
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Oil Pouring Activity

2009-09-02T03:20:00.000-07:00

Anyone who came to Aryan’s household (Swaram Aunty) knows about one old cane type sofa that we display in our living room. I still don’t understand why my papa tries to be very careful with that outdated piece.

Yesterday I was massaging my Mom’s hair with oil. After taking the oil, I gave her the bottle. She kept it on sofa and the oil fell down. She immediately wiped it.
Later on, I asked my Mom,” Can WE tell Papa that Bad wolf poured oil here?”. (Note the WE)

Mamma, “No way Aryan, don’t ever lie. We will say that we did it”
Aryan, “NOT WE, it is “YOU”. Tell Papa that you poured it, OK????”
Mamma……in deep thought.
Pappa, “Who poured the oil here?”
Aryan, “It is Mamma, not me. I gave the bottle to her only.”
Papa did not say anything.
Why when it comes to Mamma; Papa doesn’t scold?????? Partiality!!!!

My review for Timmy time

2009-08-31T22:47:00.000-07:00

I love this cartoon. It is about a Timmy Lamb, which goes to his playschool. Timmy is going to nursery!

Url : Timmy Time
Have a look at the photo.

Charcters:
Small Black lamb, Timmy
Yellow duckling
Piglet
Yellow Kitten
One porcupine (Could be)
Owl’s baby
Blue lamb, which always eats everything. Even a book. Can you imagine?
One little puppy
Pelican teacher
Owl teacher

STORY— The title song starts with Mamma sheep dropping him to school and in the end also Mamma sheep comes to receive him. (I like this the best, resembles my life)

The school is composed of a Pelican and an OWL as teachers. The other charcters are the students. Yellow duckling and Timmy ends up fighting mostly.The show ends up showing the activities that I do in my school; painting, cycling, playing with puzzles, sleeping, eating food, and so on.

Everytime one cucckoo clock props up to indicate the time. During lunch time, the cuckoo clock comes with a spoon and fork. During sleeping time, it comes with a pillow.

I can very well relate this cartoon with my life…me going to school and handling the situations alone. Friends, I hope you understand. Once they showed about how Timmy wants everyting in "blue color" and it exactly fits into my character.

Negative—it only comes on Saturday and Sunday or rather my Mom shows me only on those days. the other days it comes after I got to school. I wish I could see Timmy’s antics every day.

Can anyone recommend to Timmy, so that it can come before I go to school?

Weekend Updates

2009-08-30T23:16:00.000-07:00

Saturday—Saw a movie called “Ttaan ta daa …..ta da ta da…”. Some movie, where that Main hero Mama did not die also fast…..they were only fighting fighting fighting….The best part is : I ate popcorn and brownies…

Sunday—What to say about this “beautiful aunty” along with her “bodyguard handsome mama”, who came to my house on Sunday? She was looking gorgeous in her blue attire. Oh yes, forgot to introduce. Her name is Swaram. Now on, will address them as “Blue Dress Aunty” and “Blue Pant Mama”. Their dress code was in sync with my fav color.

When they came, I was busy watching my Nursery Rhymes….you guys must be knowing how much I like it. I was engrossed in it that I didn’t bother to talk to them.
Blue Pant Mama (BPM), came near to me and was trying to tilt my attention. Efforts in vain. But, good try Mama. Pat Pat

Blue (Beautiful) Dress Aunty (BDA) was trying to capture my attention, by blocking my TV view. There I gave a furious look. She got scared and moved away. Good job Aryan!!!pat pat….….Heeeheeee…

Soon my rhymes were over and then I realized about my mean behavior towards my guest.

Thank god, all of us were chatter boxes. There is so much fun simply by talking….doing nothing else…and time flew like anything.

After sometime, I went to sleep. My Mom, as usual crocked her lullaby and I slept. After my siesta was over, I was ready for some childish snaps and soon they departed….

I loved every bit of it. BDA, when will you come again????

Now about the gifts they got for me. I loved it a lot.
Memory game— I liked it so much that when I went to sleep, I made sure that I made my Memory game also sleep. Otherwise bad wolf will take it and go na…….I like this game especially when I play with my Mom and comes to know that she has poor memory than me…. Yesterday the whole evening after the BPM and BDA left, I was busy with this game…and kept my Mom also busy.

Super Duper Blue Color Spy watch—I asked Mom, when can I wear this. She said when I grow little more big. Man, just now I have grown one more yr. How much she wants me to grow so that I can wear this hi-fi fundu blue watch?????

Kajju Kathli Sweets—Ahhh that was my mom’s bliss…She almost finished the whole packet. Can you believe it? She may eat it as breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert…what not.

Aryan is Big Boy now

2009-08-27T00:20:00.000-07:00

Today I am three yr old, but do you think I am big now. No not all. I am not big enough to brush my teeth alone, take bath alone, wear dress alone, eat alone, sleep alone, blah blah….Hope my Mama understands that these tasks cannot be mastered by a three yr old boy and hope she stops insisting me to do such stuffs alone.

Random Conversations
Aryan: Is today my Birthday?

(I asked the same statement to my mama atleast for some 20 times. Later on I myself got convinced that today is my Birthday, because my Papa, my Reshmi atthai, Shruti Thayi’s papa, My patti, My Kuttu mama, My periyamma, and My Swaram aunty (aka beautiful aunty) called me to wish happy birthday. Most of the calls got missed, because my mama’s ring tone has very low volume. Thanks everybody.)

Mama: Aryan, yes today is your birthday.

Aryan: Then mama, where did that papa go?

Mama: Aryan, not “that” papa, say “my” papa. Papa is not in town. He is out for an official trip.

Aryan: So we only have three people. Aryan, Mama, Aayi, and Baba.

Mama: Not three, it is four including you.

Aryan: Ok mama, come let us cut the cake.

Mama: Aryan we will go to Wonder 6 and then cut cake. All kids are waiting there.

Aryan: No, I am not sharing my blue gems cake with anyone.

Mama in a bemused state and hoping everything goes well there.

Then the team marches to my school, to see the surprise that they have at Wonder 6.

Here is the glimpse of the birthday cake.(NB: Cake got smashed little, but see the beauty of the blue gems.)

Birthday cake was sponsored by my Baba.

We reached the school at 10:00 AM. Radhika madam told us to wait for some time. I was incessently telling my mama, “no office no office…don’t leave me and go”. Deaf ear she is…..

As soon as we entered the school room, the kids started singing” Happy birthday to you….” I was the center ofattraction and I liked it. Ballons, Chocolates, Cake, and Mama…All of these pleased me.

Mama helped me blow the candle. Baba helped me cut the cake. I ate the piece with blue gems.!!!!

After that, no turning back ….suprises after surprises…

Surprise Number one: The greeting made by all my friends with their Thumb impression on it. Thank you my dear friends and thanks a lot my teachers.

Surprise Number two (not new): Before cutting the cake my Mom promised that she will stay with me, but after cutting the cake, she helped me eat the cake and went away to office. :-(

Surprise Number 3: My Periyappa and Periamma sent roses to me. Bunch of 12 yellow and red roses. I was marvelous. After some time, they became the scapegoat for my number counting activity.

Surprise Number 4: Papa came home at night along with a Tent. For me, it is my “Mickey Mouse Club House”. When you come home, now you know where to find me and my animal toys. I will be glued to this vicinity for some time, I guess...

Surprise Number 5: Today morning another set of fresh assorted rose flowers got delivered at home. That was a real surprise, because the order for these roses was never placed by my Periappa. They had placed one order and we got two. My Mom is following up with it and figuring out what to do with it…

So ended my birthday with merry and joy.

Rainbow Hotel Vs Rainbow Hospital

2009-08-24T22:33:00.000-07:00

“It is rainbow hotel papa, not rainbow hospital.” that is what my mamma told me.
Fever season for Aryan now. Every August I get fever, this is the second consecutive year I guess…They took me to rainbow hotel and I was staying there for three days…believe me it is all so boring to be in hotel.

I was totally scared.

Green dress Akka will come any time and pierce my hand, she willl give Crocin, she will give tepid sponging, she will keep some apparatus in my nose…ahhh. Once I was so irrigated and I simply bad mouthed her as “MONKEY”.
My mom said I should not say such things, but they have exceeded the limits of torturing me…..

Now never again, I will tell my mamma to take me to Hotel, I guess hospitals are better…do you think so?

Mama Story

2009-08-10T03:36:00.000-07:00

Aryan, you are not at all serious in anything. If I ask you to say alphabets, you laugh and run away, If I ask you to do some coloring, you play with the colors and throw them, If I ask you to stop giggling you continue to do that.........

……hey friends you guessed it right. It is my Mama lecturing at me.

What is her problem in life? If I am too much obedient she is having problem, if I am too much liberal and jovial she is having problem. Oh god, do we have all moms configured in this way?

The other day papa cooked up a story for me. The story of” Mama falling in a river”. Here goes the story:

One day my Mom was standing near the river, suddenly she fell down in the river. Then out of river, god came and asked me.

Aryan, is this your mama? God was showing me a woman, whose name was KK (Kareena kapoor). I said No.

Aryan, is this your Mama? This time the god was showing me a woman, whose name was again KK (Katrina Kaif). I said No.

Aryan, is this your Mama? This time god showed me my Mama, wearing her blue nighty. I said Yes. I ran and hugged her it seems.

For my Honesty god gave me all the three mama’s …ahh what a bad story. God is planning to give me three mama’s where I am not able to with manage one. And moreover, whatever said and done, deep in my heart, I just like this blue nighty Mama.

I hope this story never comes true… even my Mama is wishing the same. (Why is she wishing this?).
Moral of the story: Mama should not stand in the bank of any river.

Mama when will you come?

2009-08-02T22:06:00.000-07:00

“Aryan, come-on get up fast. We are getting late.” That was my mama yelling at me. Does she know how good it is to get up from bed without hearing this yell every day??? She doesn’t!!!!

Before I was enrolled to school, I was an early bird. I used to get up at 6 A.M and used to wake my mama by yelling at her “Mama get up fast, sun came”.
Now she has taken the role of yelling at me. Vicissitudes of life!!!! And see how much a 3 yr old (almost) boy needs to be like a robot even when he is in his somnolence.

Then I somehow brush my teeth (Otherwise worms will lease my teeth), take bath (Otherwise I will be dirty), eat food (otherwise I will have no shakti) and wear dress….This wearing dress is the saddest part. I am a simple boy who likes to wear a simple plain- full hand shirt (Without any tag in the collar that irritates me) and pant (without zip and with facility for wearing belt), while my mama wants me to wear a jazzy T-shirt and jeans pant (Man that is so tight and heavy) I am a simple boy, who like to wear a paragon slippers, while my Mama wants me to wear a Lilliput sandal……..

Ok…leave all those drama. The point is; I can decide whether I want coffee or tea (not milk or boost), whether I want dosa or magi, whether I want t-shirt or shirt, whether I want stitched pant or jeans pant, whether I want to go to a botanical park in Kondapur (Just to see three ducks) or whether I want to go to a mall and enjoy the escalator, whether I want gems or ice-cream, whether I want to be a Spiderman or Superman man!!!!

Today when she picked me from my school;

Complaint number 1: Aryan is so obedient, he accepts whatever we give, if we will tell him to sit he sits, if we tell him to stand he stands and if we tell him to eat he eats. He simply cannot refuse any orders and he is many times indecisive selecting his Montessori equipment. Aryan’s Mama, do you scold him or is he really scared? Many kids take advantage of his nature and he is not able to save himself from others….Please Aryan’s mom, he is a child, give him choices, don’t say good/bad or right/wrong. Just use abstract words like happy/sad. You need to constantly make this effort.

Complaint number 2: When Mama will come? This is the same message that comes out of my mouth after every one hour. Is this recorded? No way, I am constantly thinking when Mama will come to pick me. So after school, I simple eat food fast, sleep fast, get up and eat snacks fast, drink tea and wait for Mama. After I drink tea, usually my Mama comes…..so why can’t I drink it early??? One day my Caretaker said, Aryan you run and play rather than waiting for your Mama, otherwise I will take you to my home. Bad idea, didn’t like it at all. I suddenly ran here and there and told” See I am running and playing. Now fine?” After this I went and sat in the Turtle (I can get a good view of the main gate from Turtle. I have named it Tangam, the Turtle) and continued my waiting…..

Mama came and we went home.
The battle continues:
Aryan: “Mama, make filter coffee for me”
Mama: “Aryan why are your ordering me, Aryan??? Why can’t you say, Mama can you please make Filter coffee for me?”

New Twist in my Vocabulary

2009-07-07T21:52:00.000-07:00

Anything I say now, I add one “eeee” to it.

Ant becomes anteee (Once I saw some ants in the front balcony and shouted loud enough for my next door neighbor aunty to come and enquire whether we called her…!!!)

Papa becomes Puppy (gosh …this name is also applicable to Dog’s little one, isn’t???)

Green becomes greenny

Gems becomes gemssy. Gemssy is my favorite chocolateee now. Yesterday I made my Papa to get five big packets of Gems (According to him, it is Rs 75/- hole in his pocket, just for some stupid chocolates.)

Anyway I enjoy the eating part.

Mmmmmaaaaaa

2009-07-06T01:54:00.000-07:00

I was on vacation. Went to Nagpur to attend my Dadaji’s retirement ceremony. Enjoyed every bit of it. I got to see so many people and places when I was in Nagpur.

Another Transformation: I guess, soon I will master the Art of stammering. For Mama, I say MMMMMAmmm. So before even I say one word, my mama decodes my mind and understands it, but she chooses me to complete the sentence. I think she has improved her understanding and decoding skill after I started stammering….

Mmmammma is kind of tensed about this behavior. She talked with my new school teacher. I was happy about her tete -a -tete talk with my teacher. I expected my school teacher to say “Aryan should take a long sabbatical for a year”.

Unfortunately that was not the case. She said : Don’t worry Aryan’s mom, I will handle this change efficiently!!!!!

Bad luck …

NB: Swaram Anunty, I will do your tag soon. Thanks for tagging.

Transformations in me!!!

2009-06-23T22:23:00.000-07:00

I myself didn’t know about the transformations that happen to me:
Here goes the story
From Daycare my Mama picked me in the evening and we went home.

After sometime I asked Mama for “Votai”
Mama : “What”? You want “Vada”
Aryan: “No, Votai”
Mama:” What is it? Is it some eating stuff?”
Aryan in an irritated tone: “Yes, Mama!!!! Give me Votai”
Mama: “What is that Aryan?”
Aryan crying: “Mama please give me some votia”
Aryan shouting and running here and there for Votai
Mama scared not knowing how to handle
At last Mama:”Aryan, when I come from office tomm, I will get it”. (Thinking that she can decode my mind in the night)
I am extremely bilious and runs near to water filter and ask for Votai
Mama at last decodes it: “Aryan you want water?”
Aryan: “Yes”.
Mama: “You little boy, why can’t you tell “Water, Mum, thanni, pani, neeru, neelu…anything to express your needs. You could have asked me in one of those names, instead of saying VOTAI for Water…..!!!!!!

Yes, that is true!!! I could have thought about different options….Bad memory!!!
Atlast after 45 minutes, I got come votai to drink!!!!! (the point is: I asked Votai, before taking bath, that time my Mama ignored my needs)

You see friends; I cannot pronounce “R”. So this is how it is for me:

Periyamma—Peyaamma
Tamatar—Tamata
For “Water” I now say “Votai”. I cannot say a decent “Wate (without R)”

When will I overcome this problem?

NB: Another transformation is about the change in my opinion that I had about my previous day care. The day care is far better that the new school…For the first time in 1.5 yrs , I urged my Mom to drop me in my old day care rather than dropping me in a new school…..

Happy Fathers Day

2009-06-22T04:27:00.000-07:00

My papa is so sweet. I always like to imitate him, I get dressed like him, talk like him, sleep like him, eat like him…..…
Yesterday being papa’s day, my papa asked me, what I would do on Father’s day. I simply said that I would get a cake for my papa.
But neither Mama, nor Papa took me out of the house to get a little cake for my papa.
It is ok, even without cake I love you papa (You and Mama give similar sort of reasons when you don’t get me the things that I want; so just following your pattern)

Splash Pool

2009-06-19T03:18:00.000-07:00

This week ended with splash pool saga. Somehow I refused to sit or float in the pool. I was simply standing and splashing the water.

After half an hour, I came out and started playing with slides and swings. Girls were still playing; while we two boys chose to do more of sliding than splashing.

Is this real!!!!!

2009-06-17T23:53:00.000-07:00

School is a place where Mama should sit with me and help me to play with the toys…..Isn’t it?

For the past three days that is what she was doing, but today suddenly she is saying she needs to go and be away from me….leaving me all alone in the school environment.
Beads, blocks, sandpit, toys, crafts, stitching, sketching, coloring, gardening, tower making, chapatti making..…nothing nothing is interesting and no longer exciting me without my sweet Mama….

Today I was running behind Mama to hold me and take me with her, to her office.
Seeing this melodrama, such a grave sympathetic looks I get from the surroundings…but no sympathy from my Mama…

Mama, please don’t drop me or leave me alone…I will come with you to office…I know to play with computers also, are you aware of that????
Next week; Mama is saying she will drop me alone in school bus!!!!! Gosh can someone help me???

Wonder 6 School

2009-06-14T23:45:00.000-07:00

The world is wonderful and you can learn many things till the age of 6, good theme for my first school “Wonder 6”. Today was my first day in school. Mama was more tensed than me. She was behaving as if it is her first day in school. I guess not all Mamas are of this tension category. .. . .anyways.

For a week, she needs to assist me in getting used to the school environment for one hour and then she drops me in Rays daycare and then goes to office. I don’t like to leave my Mama. Why can’t she take me to office????

Weekend update:
1.Yesterday, my new friend of my age, K, and her Mom came to my house. K’s mom is my teacher in Wonder 6 School. I am always deceptive if any new kid or any new faces drop in to my house. I make sure that my toys are in place and I simply sit in my chair and observe them rather than talking with them. My Mom starts her hostess behavior and yesterday she advised me to assist her in giving snacks and water to the guests. I took the task of taking snacks and my Mom got water.

K’s mom had come for a house visit and wanted to spend some time with me to see how I get adjusted. My mama was nonstop chatter box explaining about me and my habits to my new teacher, while I was busy observing the surroundings.

After a while they were about to leave and they reached near the main door.

I went and asked Mama.: “Mama, did they take her Cap?”

Mama said: “I don’t know”

Then Mama asked K’s Mom: “K’s Mom did you take K’s cap”

She replied:” Yes I did. Thank you Aryan for reminding. ”

Then K’s Mom said to my Mama” Your kid is a good at grasping the things……”

Mama looked at me and smiled.

K’s cap was so attractive, with a shining blue lace….that I couldn’t keep my eyes out from it. Why do only girls have such good caps/hats?
Sometimes isn’t it boring to be a boy? No hats, No Bindi’s, No hairbands, No earrings, No lipsticks……..

2.Yesterday, my Mama took me out to buy a Lollipop. Mr Pop lollipop is totally out of stock in every shop ….We went in a city bus, because of the following reasons:
-For a long time I was craving to go in a city bus. I feel so good to sit in a city bus and travel. Why can’t Papa get on Bus for me?
-To buy Rs 2 lollipop, my Mom did not want to hire a Rs 20 auto. According to her it is not a bad logic, but I neither understand logic, nor maths….so the first reasons is the best for me.

3.My Mama didn’t want any jazz purchase before going to Wonder6. She simply sensed that my sipper needs a change and thus just got a sipper that suits me the best. Thank you….and hope she also senses that I need a belt, a watch, a sandal…etc etc like Papa….because I like to get dressed like Papa.

Random Conversations

2009-05-24T22:03:00.000-07:00

1.Papa and Aryan talking

Papa: Do you want to become an Engineer, when you grow big?
Aryan: NO
Papa: Do you want to become a Doctor, when you grow?
Aryan: NO way Papa
Papa: Then what do you want to become?
Aryan: I want to become a Prince. That is it.
Papa thinking: ??? Which century this guy is in???

2.Aryan and Mama watching TV
Mama: Aryan, see this is “Vishal”. See how he is dancing.
Aryan: No mama, this is not “Vishal”. This is “TV Vishal”. Vishal is my Papa. Mama, you don’t know this much also????

3.Aryan at his Day care
Aryan in a sad tone: “A”, why did you cut your hair? (“A” is a girl of his age)
A: ???
Aryan: Did you cry when you went to Saloon?
A: NO
Aryan: You are a good girl, but I will cry if a go to Saloon. Mamma says, that is why I am a bad boy.

Somtimes it is good to be a Bad boy. Isn't?

Summer Special

2009-05-14T01:21:00.000-07:00

1. Stones are erecting on my head. Mama said it I because of summer and she advised me to drink more water. The after effect: I am always in the rest room…..

2. Oye Summer Summer Oye : I am in summer camp and have made a mouse, a caterpillar and a fan. Thanks Uma madam. My Mom is yet to see my master pieces; I can bring it home at the end of summer camp only.

3. I am a “Banian chaddi wala” at home…no fancy dresses….the temperature is shooting up high. It is 45 C.

4. I am in the mood of frequent hair cuts for an ease feeling. (Though I cry and try to run away when I reach the Saloon).

5. Last but not the least: I have been enrolled for Montessori System of education and will be attending the classes from June 15th. My Mom says; selecting a school is tougher than selecting a MBA college? True? False?

SpiderMan

2009-02-16T02:54:00.000-08:00

I am a fan of spider man. I stand like him, I wear T-shirts with his pictures, and I try to walk like him. My mother was the one who indulged this craze in me.

The history goes like this: On one Sunday, during the mid of January she saw spider man movie which came in Star plus. I also had to watch that with her and somehow I understood what spider man is……..

Yesterday, My papa and Mama were talking. I was playing with my colors. Suddenly my Papa said, what to do, “Great Power comes with Great responsibility.” Like a lightening, something clicked in my mind. Wait what did papa say, Great power……oh…
“ PAPA SPIDERMAN SAYS THIS NOT PAPAs””. This is what I told him….

My Papa was little taken aback with my words, but he chose to keep quiet and move on……
Why was he shocked?
1.Did he expect that: When I am playing, I keep my ears and eyes shut and I am oblivious of what people are talking in the surroundings?
2.Did he expect that: I have a poor memory and I don’t recollect what my favorite movie star’s dialogue is?
3.Did he expect that: I am a dumb 2.6 yrs old kid, who simply knows to listen rather than voice my opinion in a discussion?

HAPPY-SAD Drama

2009-01-19T02:34:00.000-08:00

My Mom was saying that I should drink more water, otherwise stomach will pain when I poop. Don’t you think this is getting into heights????

The problem is, she feeds me full stomach telling all fancy stories and immediately after that she expects me to drink water. Yesterday I refused.
She said:” Aryan, Mama sad if you don’t drink water….”. She went to one corner of the room, sat there, and started crying. I couldn’t see her sadness. Even though I know she becomes sad to get the things done from me, I just drank the whole glass of water to see the artificial happiness that glows on her face.

My Mama thinks that I am oblivious about her melodrama, but Mama why don’t you understand that when I need to get things done from you (like not sending me to day care), I will also hoist the same Happy-Sad drama..

What do you say friends?

To Mama with Love.

2009-01-05T22:55:00.001-08:00

Last year, my Mom wrote a sweet letter in this blog. That was my New Year gift. This year she totally forgot to write such lovely letters. Here is a synopsis of last year’s letter:
"Oh my dear Aryan..I love you. May this year be full of blossoms in your life. You will learn to talk properly, you will learn to eat by yourself, you will learn to behave socially with other kids, you will learn to sleep alone, you will learn to play more…..oh no so many milestones ahead”

The bottom line is, whatever my Mom wanted, I have achieved it last year. Most importantly I got adjusted with daycare. I talk, walk, eat, smile, cry etc etc. Behave socially (though I don’t share any of my toys), sleep alone, got weaned, play more………

So now this year, let me write a letter to my Mom.

My dear Mama,

I am your flower, your essence of life, your beauty and of course your beast….Why do you get angry when I throw tantrums? When I get angry, Mama, please try to be calm and except my beatings. When you get angry, I will cry calmly and I don’t expect you to beat me, because you love me so much….

Can we embrace this strategy as our New Year resolution?

Any other remedies?

2008-12-18T21:05:00.000-08:00

Hey I am back. As promised, I made my Mom come back to the blogging world with a blog worth post. Thanks to all Mommy friends for encouraging her.

Incommunicado Problems
I am a non-stop entertainment. I talk enough to make everyone go bonkers. I talk five languages, Telugu, Tamil, Marathi, Hindi, and English. English is my basic mode of communication. I switch between languages based on my mood. Sometimes I talk in Tamil, sometimes in Telugu. Poor mom, she doesn’t know Telugu. She only knows to add “ooo” to every Tamil word and she thinks that in this way she can master Telugu. Do you agree guys?
It takes times for her to decode my mind. You may be knowing the reason: Her processor is inept and slow. When I say something she thinks something else. I get furious with such vapid attitude and start crying loudly. My mom tells me to repeat the word again, but I cry and repeat and thus the more I cry the more she doesn’t understand. I cry loudly, loud enough to wake my neighbors. I throw tantrums. When I say “magi” she understands it as “micky”….
The way she handles this is: After a while, she also pretends to cry with me. I know she pretends, but I cannot even withstand her actions, I stop crying, kiss her and console her…And both of us happy.

Humpty Dumpty
Whenever I fall down for fun, I say Humpty Dumpty. But whenever I fall accidently I get annoyed, tortured and I start yelling at the object that made me fall. I bring that BIG BLACK LAKADI (The one that my Grandma uses to scare me) and beat the floor, sofa, or whatever that made me fall. My mom says, they are not responsible and I have to be more careful, but who cares, I simply beat them. Beating my Mom, when I am angry is also not rare in Aryan’s household. So the bottom line is :My Mom stays away from me when I am angry. Aryan—The angry young boy.

Eating alone is fun as long as you know how to fool your care takers. In daycare, they give us food and encourage us to eat alone. When they are not monitoring me, I slowly slip the food down and clear my plate and say “Oh Humpty Dumpty”. Pushpa maid takes the plate and goes, but Uma madam she refills it again passing a scornful look for putting the food down. I tepidly eat again. Seeing my Humpty dumpty game, my follower Adithya imitated. Yesterday we did this together and said “humpty dumpty” and were laughing and giggling and the after effect: “Uma Madam complained about me to my Mom”. But don’t worry yaar, soon will make her also join my Humpty Dumpty team.

Anything related to my life is color dependent. I need blue dress, black stick, brown biscuit, blue gems….heeehhhh my life is colorful…

Any tantrums in Aryan’s household end with the following three remedies:

1.Lion Roaring—Still works now, I stop crying if lion or tiger roars. I go behind them with Ladaki to beat them. However, I have never found one, I hear only roaring!!!!!
2.Mamma’s crying drama—I stop crying and console her.
3.Mamma’s drama to got to office.—Even at night, when I cries she takes her bag and go out, I run behind her saying, “No Mama don’t go, I will stop crying.” I wonder why these offices are open at night and how she can go to office in her blue nighty?

Do you have any other remedies to suggest my Mom?

Ok, friends. Happy New Year. I am going to Trivandrum for a long vacation now. Will be back next year….Till then “Alvidha”. (a new word that I learned from Disney Channel)

Good Bye

2008-09-26T22:53:00.000-07:00

Thanks Preethi Mommy. You always give me awards and make my life easy. This probes my mom to post often. HUGS to you. Thanks to ASHA mommy also for giving this award.

Now what to say, sometimes you are stuck with words. So many good mommy friends I have in this blogging world. How can I ever think about stop blogging???
But my Mom is crazy sometimes. I am sure I will make her come back…Till then, please don’t forget this little me. All of you have been my strength through out my blogging world….

NOTE: To all the mommy’s, having girl kids: I can be your future Son-in-Law…..Believe me, I am a very good boy. I just need a girl with a BLUE EYE…heeeehhhee

So now time to pass this award:

1.Swathi Mommy—She is awarded already. But she is my Mom’s Twin sister.
2.K3 mommy—She already got it, but she is a Mom whose thoughts are stable.
3.2 b’s Mom—Ahh..what to say, the Mom whom my Mom admires.. She is already awarded.
4.Mummyjann mommy—She is so loving and caring. Babbu is the best.
5.Timepass Akka, now promoted to Timepass Mommy—Have not visited her blog for a long time, but Timepass Mommy just think over, I can be a prospective Son-In-Law…
6.MNamma—I love M and N akkas
7.Noonie Mommy—My friend KB is all so cute and I would like to be his follower…..

Now comes my Million dollar friend award:

Swathi mommy gave this to me and I would like to give this to Preethi mommy even though she already got it. She is my MILLION DOLLAR FRIEND….I hope once I meet Nanthu.

Now this 100th post is my Birthday bash post. Lot to write, but most of it got faded from my Mom’s run time memory. We celebrated birthday on Sep 2nd, one day before Vinayaka Chaturthi. My Mom and Papa got Pineapple cake and we cut the cake in the Daycare
Time to thank everyone for the birthday wishes..
“ THANKS THANKS THANKS A MILLIION FOR THE WELL WISHES...”

Here is the gift that I got from Swati Mommy.

I loved the gift...Tigger is my favourite cartoon. How did you know that Swathi Mommy? Thanks a lot.....

I can list the gifts that I got from my Chella patti:
1. Bluepillow
2. Blue cartoon bedsheet
3. Two black cars
4. Water color
5. Crayons
6. 4 blue fishes
7. Blue dresses
8. Red pillow
9. A book filled with car stickers
10. Water game
11. Toy animal set with giraffe…...ahh so many more things are to be added....
My Chella pati couriered these gifts from Trivandrum.

Then, I got a big blue elephant from my Periappa.

So with all goodie goodie things I am ending my 100th post and this blog journey. If possible will resurrect after some months.

Bye everyone….Please don’t forget me........

Yours lovingly
ARYAN KARMORE
Age: 2 yr one month....

WHAT IS THIS??

2008-08-26T00:41:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow is my Birthday. I will be 2 yrs old. Even though it falls on August 27th, my Mamma and Papa decided to celebrate on Sep 3rd, because my Papa’s Grandmother passed away and we are not supposed to celebrate till the end of this Month. Moreover September 3rd is the Vinayaka Chaturthi day and I was born on that day two years back…
(No wonder everyone in my household calls me as Ganesha)

OK back to the topic…..
Nowadays my favorite quote is “What is this?’’
Any thing and everything I see, I ask this question to my Mom. “WHAT IS THIS??”.

She keeps on replying one by one. Sometimes she doesn’t know the answer and she tells me to go and ask Papa.
Yesterday I was asking her this question again and again…..pointing towards one object or the other; she simply replied “NOTHING” to all my questions.

Is all the things in this world is called “NOTHING”?

Another incident is about my intensity of affection that I have towards blue color…
Yesterday when I pooped, I noticed its color. I was not “BLUE”….I asked my Mom for BLUE SHI. She said, SHI doesn’t come in Blue. I was not convinced…I thought if I keep on saying “Come come blue shi, come and see Aryan”, it will come. So I repeated those words again and again…..

But BLUE SHI never came?????
Wondering what to do.

Back or not…..

2008-08-20T03:20:00.000-07:00

My Mom has decided to stop blogging. God knows why. She is crazy many a times…
Anyway I will somehow pull her till the 100th post and that post will be about my Birthday which falls on August 27th, 2008. I will be two years old.
What can I do, I cannot write post alone right.

1. Even though now I can recognize and say ABC till Z, I guess that is not enough for me to write post alone without her help.
2. Even though I can say 1-20 on my own I guess that is not enough for me to write posts alone without her help.
3. Even though I can manage and eat alone with a spoon, without making extreme fuss, that doesn’t qualify me to blog.
4. Even though I can sing bollywood songs like “Paappu can dance shalla” and “Bachena he hasseeno” with right tone and vibration, I am still unqualified….
5. Even though I can call my Mom by her name to grab attention, I am unqualified.
6. Even though I can relate and remember all the stories that are told to me (Alibaba and 40 thieves, Monkey and cat, Tarzan, Pati and vadai, Ganapathi story etc etc), I cannot do a post of my own…….
7. Even though I decide when to sleep, when and what to eat, I am not grown enough it seems…..
The bottom line is: I am NOT grown enough to write post without my Mom’s help….
Mommy friends do you have any solution to this??????

My blog friends…Thanks thanks thanks a lot for reading this blog..and I am really happy to have good virtual friends…..I cannot forgot a single person with whom I interacted with…..No words to thank all of you…HUGS to everyone…...

Ok…anyway as this is the 98th post, you have to bear with me for 2 more which will happen soon…

NB: You know what, my Mom is very capricious. I hope she changes her mind soon.

Happy Birthday Month

2008-07-14T00:06:00.000-07:00

This is my blogging friends’ Birthday month.
1.Kocchunni—He is so sweet and he loves green, like how I love Blue color. He is my friend com big brother and I would like to follow his steps. HAPPY BIRTHDAY KOCCHUNNI…..It falls on July 14th.
2.Chubby Aryan—He is like me. Exactly like me, in terms of liking stars, in terms of singing bollywood songs, in terms of crying for a haircut, in terms of being cranky and not leaving Mom when she comes from office….blah blah blah…HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHUBBY ARYAN. It falls on 21st July. May be I am posting this early. But whoever sees this please don’t forget to wish my friends...

Updates: I can say ABC …upto G. Can also recognize those letters if asked in order…If my Mom shows B and asks me what is this..I say A, because ABC starts with A not with B…my Mom doesn’t know anything many a times… Soon I would start typing posts without her help or else what...Such a long never ending break she takes...

No..factor

2008-07-01T03:49:00.000-07:00

My Mom is cruel. She updates my blog, but she doesn’t get time to read my mommy friends blog? When I asked her what happened to my friend Chubby Aryan, she says she did not read……because she is held up with something else…god knows when this break will finish. She said Chubby aryan eats star potatoes....

The tenure of the break is extended from July to August. That is, she will be into active blogging only after first week of August..…too much this is. I am being deprived from knowing about my mommy friends.

Ok another milestone

I have learned to say “NO”

Incident One—Yesterday papa came from office and told me to get ready. Mama was busy cooking, My Papa took me to the cupboard where my cloths are kept. I chose to wear a BLUE shirt that my periyamma got. (Blue is a part and parcel of my life. I sleep with blue crayons, blue cardboard stars that my Chella patti made, blue car, blue bedsheet, ……what not.) Then I wore my blue shoe and went out with Papa. Mama thought we are going for an ice-cream, she waved her hands and went to cook. Papa took me to a studio. He wanted to take passport size photo of mine. He told me to sit and pose; I simply waved my hand and said “NO”. Again he asked me, thinking that a 20 months old kid cannot make decisions. But again I said “NO” and walked away.

My Papa was surprised as to the fact that” I cannot even pronounce my name, still I can make my own decisions” Poor papa learned that I have my own choices and thus ended up getting me ice-cream and we went home.

Incident two—“Aryan come for food” My mom said. I replied, “NO”. Mama said. What?. I said, “NO Food”. She was baffled. She, Papa and Chella patti ate and I was playing around. When I was hungry, I went to kitchen, took one spoon and plate and asked mama to give me food.

So that is me, the little Aryan who is growing into a little dependent boy. My mom no longer needs to decide when I need food, when I should stop eating, when I should take head bath, , when I should sleep, what dress I should wear, what biscuit I should eat ….blah blah blah…I know when I should do all these things..