Aryan is Big Boy now

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

“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

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?

“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

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

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!!!

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

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

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!!!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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?

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

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??

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…..

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.