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November 8, 2013 1 comment

There couldn’t be a better day than your birthday to publish next in series “Letter to Darsh”. Happy birthday mate, you just turned 4.

Taking care of any celebrations event planning, has always been frightening to me. You must understand how your mom took care of making this day eventful for you with a busy job, a hectic life and a dull and grounded husband post a foot surgery. You should know that more than anyone else, it’s your Mommy who is most excited for your birthday party. You were fast asleep in your cozy bed when your mom and I were staring at the clock with gimlet eye till it turned 12:00 AM. And then your mom started showering you with her kisses but that didn’t deter you to come out of your hibernation. I also followed the suit, but to no avail. Never seen her so excited, she smiled, gazed at you for a couple of minutes and slipped into bed, while I was looking for my painkillers.

Going a couple of hours back, when your birthday gift was being finalized, we were confused as to what to give. We asked you and you responded ” I don’t know” and then you thought for a while before retracting your statement and said while pointing at some old toy, “I don’t want anything thing, I already have one”. It just warmed our hearts and made us feel the magic of that moment; not because you didn’t want anything but because of the purity of your innocence. The gleaming had started long ago when you started counting down the days for cake-cutting on your birthday. All these actions going around were fueling a spark in your eyes. We were surprised to see how instead of asking anything for yourself, you were keener to know what we would be distributing as return gifts to your friends at school.

I tried to annoyed you saying that we would not celebrate your birthday as I won’t be able to move due to my recent surgery. This trick didn’t work and you calmly suggested me to stay back at home and rest, while you would go out with your mom to celebrate your birthday. I was flabbergasted and fell short of words to respond you.

I know dude, very soon you will grow up. You will have your own liking and disliking, you will want to gain independence, make your own rules and would start developing un-comfort under auspices of your parents. Till then, we would want to cherish every moment of your innocent childhood and treasure them till eternity.

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After Two

January 21, 2012 2 comments

It is always a moment of going through emotions whenever I write about my kid. He has now completed two years and I just realized so much has changed since my last entry. He has now started building his dictionary and trying to express himself with whatever words he can use. We can now exchange verbal communication and he uses Telugu (words like “aiiyo” and rest we don’t understand), at times Hindi and many a times English as well to drag our attention or to perverse or to caress us. Another observation is his dominant sense to look good and spending minutes in front of mirror after being dressed up and watching himself from all the possible angles. Without any second thought I can say this element has passed down from my wife to him. He has lost all the traces of whatever little baby fat he had and has become lot slimmer (we are still hoping him to gain some weight). My two year old loves to imitate the dance moves he sees on TV (specially for songs featuring Salman Khan) and tries to sing or at least manages to make some rhythmic sounds. His favorite leisure activity is crooning Kolaveri di and favorite actor is Salman Khan (for the above mentioned reason).

Need not to mention that my little one is learning to fool us innocently by making excuses early morning to avoid going to pre-school. It’s such a fun to see his face turning sour when we take him to bathe. His bent towards chocolates has made Pooja and I to stop even murmuring the word chocolate. We immediately pounce at the TV remote to change the channel whenever it shows a chocolate commercial. He is becoming more and more astute with each passing day. Seems it was yesterday when I first lifted him in my arms.

Time is running so fast ! Wish I could slow down this process….

I missed it !!

February 1, 2010 12 comments

Yet another family function and I missed it again. Family members, relatives and family friends assembled in Lucknow while I was writing a blog and waiting for someone to send a few pictures of the celebrations. The occasion was to commemorate the welcome of two new members in our family, one my son and the other my sister’s son. Today I realised to the core what you lose if you are not working near your family. After utilizing five leaves from my quota in January, then one more visit to Delhi due in February and then going to my in-law’s place in March, I could not afford (professionally and yes, financially as well 😦 ) to make a trip to home for the event.

I tried hard to engross myself more into TV, internet and books, but failed consistently. I had been hearing for the last couple of weeks about the preparations going on for this day. Special garbs had been stitched for both the kiddos. Invitations were being sent to family friends and relatives. Discussions were going on to prepare the list for menu items for the dinner. It was by now around 20 days since I last saw my kid and wife, and amid of all these things I was dying to be in between them. I tried to call up Pooja to take in a whiff of cheerful evening over phone, but to my misfortune she never picked up as she was very busy attending to the guests. I had heard that kiddos were supposed to be adorned in Krishna getup and I was very eager to see them dressed like that. I wanted somebody to send me few pictures immediately so that I could satiate my pangs of desire. Finally, at 11:30 PM, Pooja picked up my call and gave me brief on what all happened during the eventful evening. I took a sigh of relief as party went on smoothly. Then I put my request and begged her to send few pictures of babies. She tried to express her inability to act on my call instantly as she had just arrived at home from the party venue and there were so many things to finish off before going to bed. However, the begging ability of a palpitating father forced the generous and kind woman to send the pictures at last. Although I would always feel a void for not registering my presence for the special moment, but those pictures were enough to get me a happy sleep meanwhile.

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