A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words!- that's what they say; so I decided to let them do the talking..........
Thinking yet smiling me....don't forget to notice my deceptive smile....
And, that's a real naughty kiddo in me.....no one told me to do so!
We are in Dehradun for our vacation after my mom decided to avail her quota of annual leaves. Although, we have plans to go and visit Renuka lake, but for me Doon itself is a vacation thing. It is bright and sunny here with no need for watchful eyes following my movements. I am always on my own running around the house, or plucking flowers from the garden, throwing stones and mud into our pool or simply watching Shankar bhaiya (our gardener) work in the kitchen garden.....and giving me company is Basu (our tenant's daughter)- she diligently follows me, courtesy my aggression and strong teeth........together, we both are a formidable combination.
You know my daily routine too has undergone some changes with 'early to bed and early rise' phrase becoming a reality. Actually, Gurgaon is bland and boring place and there is a lot to look forward to In Dehradun after I leave my bed.
We are shortly leaving for Renuka lake and will be back tomorrow. My papa is posting from his phone, hence pics will have to wait.
Why Did My Papa Stop Writing?- is a question to which I have no definitive answers. But that doesn't mean I should not try and find one and undo the wrong.
So what could be the possible reasons.......If he was too busy- Naaaahhhhh despite his frequent travels- or he lost interest in writing- again, I don't think so- or he was not at his cheerful best to be able to write- possibly so, or not at his feeling best- again a real possibility.....Whatever it was, fact remains that blame for not writing/irregular posting for many weeks and months lies squarely on him.
So many posts died inside the cobweb, that his head has become following his act of quitting his job to follow his passion. Issues, unfound answers to competing questions, commercial exigencies and constraints and lack of time has not only taken its toll on his ability to concentrate his mind but health as well; so much so that a daily ritual that used to bring him joy and happiness stopped doing so and the urge to write was not at all forthcoming- not anymore- as he set about writing this post on his own.
He got up at 5 in the morning after going to bed with contours of a possible post in his mind- much like past two years. Perhaps his decision to pick up 'reading- few days back- spurred him on; actually it did after he picked up his long forgotten book- “The Difficulty of Being Good: On the Subtle Art of Dharma.” It became too apparent to him that he need to live up to his "Dharma" and "Karma" towards me, of which maintaining and treasuring memories is an all important part.
On my part, despite my current over-dependence on my papa to log these posts, I too will ensure that it (my over-dependence) doesn't result in closing down of this blog. And then, I would long for the day when I will take this over from my papa and start maintaining it in my own words; until then, he has promised to keep it going for me. I am confident of him living upto his promise, especially because both my parents also see this blog as a real tribute to my birth and development. And, believe it or not, my papa also feels indebted to me (no no I mean this blog) as it has catapulted and inspired him to follow his passion.
So, what all he missed posting since writing his last post, here is the list
~ My birthday celebrations in Dehradun as I completed 2 years on 3rd November.
~ My Rudra bhai's injury to the middle finger of his left hand after it got crushed between the doors.......He had to undergo emergency plastic surgery on his hand......
~ Our visit to Dehradun for my birthday and Deepawali celebrations.
~ My daredevil act of playing with fire-crackers when my Rudra bhai refused to do so.
I am sure, he is going to write about them in his next post.
It feels good to complete 2 years, you know! It actually does!
Fever virus is largely responsible for this long break in posting. First it was me, closely followed by my papa and now my mumma- all down with fever in quick succession- but mumma's is somewhat different than ours as she had developed some rashes yesterday. We rushed her to doctor and are now waiting for her dengue test results. I hope it comes fine as mumma has already put me off her feed- I was made to do away with it last night-forcibly by them and reluctantly by me.
Amidst all this, one crucial development was my ability to recite all the letters of English alphabet- from A to Z, thanks to youtube. And yes, I have also befriended "big green monster and scary witch". More on this later!
A day after Gandhiji's birthday, came my turn to celebrate my 23rd monthly birthday and with that I am now a month away from turning 3- bye bye toddler stage moment. As usual, we went out for family dinner at I-Kay's. I and Rudra bhai made best use of our opportunity to run around freely and un-supervised- trust me latter one is more important than anything else in our development. I-Kay's, for us is synonymous with foot tapping music-albeit originating from nearby discotheque; "Staying Alive"- and we never forget to extract our due share. Unlike previous ocassions, the discotheque was unusually silent,- no music- as everyone was busy watching CW games opening ceremony. Our four attempts at Staying Alive elicited same "we are waiting for the ceremony to get over" response. In the end, we decided to give it a miss and head home after dinner.
This post also gives me an opportunity to do some catching up as I have not posted in a while. Well, you know we visited Dehradun to celebrate my father's birthday on 23rd September. It was fun as he let me cut his b'day cake-baked at home by my dadee. We then went out for our family dinner at Black Pepper restaurant. Apart from the food and the ambience, we also loved their live band. Infact they sang one song for my papa too as soon as they came to know of his birthday courtesy my mom. Next morning, we went to Gaja to check on my papa's camp. I enjoyed it the most as my mom let me be on my own. I walked barefeet on the gravel stones (happiness was clearly visible on my face), did lot of running and also played with mud in mud. I was in no mood to come back but then we had to as my mom was supposed to visit her mom- my nanee. My nana-nanee have a pet dog- Happy- and first thing I did upon entering my nanee's home was to ask for Happy. I spent (and enjoyed) one night at my nana-nanee's, and came back home next afternoon to catch our evening train to Delhi. More updates to follow.
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