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?
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Another name for me
“I am a little caterpillar; short and sweet…
This is my tail and this is my antenna…(I hope caterpillars have antennas!!!)
When I come out of my cocoon, I will become one butterfly….
Which color butterfly? Can you please tell me ????"
I like to sing the above poem in the tunes of “I am a little teapot…short and spout….” (Friends, if you don't know this song, come home for exclusive training....)
Question: How did I get this caterpillar name????
The answer: Radhika aunty (Anisha’s Mom) gave me this new name. After that, I was so happy; I was running around giggling whenever I hear her calling me Caterpillar!!!!! Isn’t it so good????? Thanks Anisha's Mom.
Today is blue day in my school. Infact, for me it doesn’t matter. I am always in BLUE and I make sure my Mom is also in BLUE. They should simply inform us when it is NOT a blue day……
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
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….
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….
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Holiday Status Report
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….
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….
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Dress Up day
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???.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Award Time
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.
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.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
I am Mr Snow White
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.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Haircut
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.
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.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Old is Gold
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!!!!
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!!!!
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Standing Vs Sleeping
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.
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.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Conversations
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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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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Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Oil Pouring Activity
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!!!!
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!!!!
Monday, August 31, 2009
My review for Timmy time
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?
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?
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Weekend Updates
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.
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.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
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.
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.
Monday, August 24, 2009
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?
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?
Monday, August 10, 2009
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.
……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.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
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?”
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?”
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
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.
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.
Monday, July 6, 2009
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.
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.
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