My first day at the play school

So, finally the D day arrived. And I was admitted to Toddlers Montessori House, a play school in Saket. Actually, it was on yesterday morning but I could not update you then. Post admission, I spent some good time at the play school, while papa and mummy were waiting and enjoying the fun.

Last evening, I also went with papa and mummy to Malviya Nagar where a cute schoolbag, a lunch box, a water bottle, a folding chair and study table and a very funny toy, actually a dancing gentleman, were bought for me. We also had dinner there, which was ok.

Now, the real stuff. Today happened to be officially my first day at the play school. And so papa took me to the school at 9.30 am. The idea was he would wait there for an hour and then bring me back home. But, madam told papa that only mothers are allowed to wait at the school and since mummy had not accompanied us, papa would have to leave me behind and come back after an hour to pick me up.

Of course, it didn’t took long for papa and yours truly that the worse was about to occur. Ma’am asked papa if he trusted her, and papa said, of course. “Then leave the child and just go. Most children cry in the beginning.” A Didi took me from papa and papa just turned back leaving me at the mercy of ‘strangers’, ignoring my sorry plight. This was totally unexpected and I was not at all prepared for this. How could I know that papa would just leave me behind!

And I continued weeping and crying for an hour before papa came back and took me back with him. Normalcy began to return; we got in the car, papa gave me a candy but I asked him to unwrap the one which ma’am had given me. And he did. I took the unwrapped candy in my mouth; the sweetener must have played its role.

When we returned to home, mummy became very happy, and so did I. Obviously, she had imagined the trauma that I had just undergone, and tried to comfort me as best as she could. Then papa sat me and talked with me about all that had happened at the play school on my first day. After a while, he bid me good buy and went to his office. What an experience!

PS: Ma’am told papa when he came to took me back home that I had not wept as much as many children do on their first day at the play school. And I thought, perhaps she told this to all the parents to make them at ease. But how could I know if I was right?

Oh my god, Giraffes are so tall!

Wow, have just returned from the zoo and feel like sharing something from my experience with you. After all, it was my first visit to a zoo, in fact any zoo! It was so nice just looking at different kinds of birds and animals. The first impression was the very cleanliness of the zoo. Truly amazing! Guess, the fact that visitors were not allowed to carry eatables must have helped in keeping the zoo clean.

It was unfortunate that the animals and birds were put in enclosures but I realized that’s how any zoo operates. Else, how would parents even think about taking their kids with them to a zoo? May be, even they might not like to go to a place where lions, tigers, crocodiles freely roam around. Now, I can only hope that the zoo management would be surely taking good care of their wards!

Since, we — mummy, papa and I — had gone to the zoo in the afternoon and we didn’t have enough time to visit it in a leisurely pace, we just opted for a battery operated vehicle that took us to major parts of the zoo. True, the vehicle helped us have a quick glimpse of the animals and birds but it didn’t allow us enough time to read about the zoo habitants and know some details about them. But I heard papa promising to mummy that we would come back to the zoo once again and that on our next visit we won’t take any vehicle, rather we would take a walk to the entire zoo to really enjoy our visit there. That offers something really great and promising to look for!

Oh, I just forgot to mention a funny incident. When we had reached a section where different kind of birds were put, mummy decided to buy a softy for me. When she had bought the softy, papa took me in his lap and started helping me relish the softy. But no sooner than we had reached an enclosure with lovely birds, a little monkey suddenly jumped towards me. Papa, almost on a reflex, threw the softy away and the monkey shifted his direction and caught the softy cone. Thank god, papa could make a quick and smart decision; else the incident might not have ended up as funny as it did! Lesson learnt, next time we are in the zoo we must not carry eatables with us, especially when monkeys are roaming around!

PS: While we were returning from the zoo, papa was telling mummy that the visit to the zoo was a sort of compensation for slapping me and mistreating me yesterday. Of course, mummy didn’t appreciate the reason, but still she said that she had really enjoyed the visit and felt like we had been to another place, far away from the hustle and bustle of the metro city. And she was right, but she is always right, ask papa!

[Of course, we could find our way out. But what about those within the enclosures! Will they too find their way out?]

Hard to say I’m sorry!

How to say it? Yesterday, morning, papa slapped me on my back. In fact, it was a couple of slaps. The first was hard and the second one relatively mild. And, you can’t imagine how I cried! Ok, you can, but still…

You must be wondering what provoked papa to do so, considering that he is very kind to me and love me so dearly. To say that he pampers me may not be off the mark. What happened was that last evening I went to sleep around 7.30. And as it happened I woke up at around 11.00 pm, when papa and mummy were just preparing to go to bed. But alas, I won’t let them do so. I wanted them to play with me. For quite some time, they tried to be game. In fact, it was around 3.00 am when papa cajoled mummy to continue playing with me, and let him go to sleep as he had to go to office next day.

Finally, I went to sleep at around 4.00 am and only after that mummy could finally get some sleep. Just imagine! But all that seemed to be fine. I mean, until then! I woke up at around 8.00 in the morning. And I was not in my best mood. Somehow, I didn’t feel like very well. After a while, papa thought that I might like to relieve myself. So, he took me to the toilet. But I wouldn’t let him do the needful. I cried incessantly. That was perhaps the last straw for the camel. As if that was not enough, mummy made the matter worse by scolding papa for making me cry. So, the inevitable happened!

Here, I should put the things in perspective. Until very recently, to be precise before we had visited papa’s hometown (well, that reminds me, I should write a separate post about the visit, which I will), papa used to take me to the bathroom to help me relieve myself and I happily co-operated. But lately, I have been relieving myself in my pants. And I prefer that way. I understand it’s not civilized… So what if I have not even celebrated my second birthday; that doesn’t make a wrong right, does it? Now, papa doesn’t like that. I mean my not-so-civilized behavior! He might be thinking that if he persisted and ignored my tantrums for a while, I might start behaving once again like a good kid…

After the slaps I started crying like hell and mummy became really furious with papa. They had an argument about me. After a while, all of us became silent, yes that include me! I felt bad, and thought that perhaps less than sufficient sleep last night had taken its toll! Else, papa would not have slapped me, and mummy wouldn’t have argued with him like she did. I also realized that even in the bathroom, papa was only trying to help me. Thinking all this, I felt regretful but being my age, couldn’t say sorry. But, dear diary, you know I am really sorry. Now, won’t you help me by carrying this message to them? Of course, I know, you will, and better you do, else our very friendship might be at stake!

Again suffering from cold

Cold has caught me again I don’t know if this is because I had have curd or it is banana which has made me suffer this time. Or is it the changing weather which must share the blame. But the fact is I am suffering and wishing it gets over soon. Bless me!

In case you are interested, I am making this post through mobile internet. As you may guess, all the earlier posts were made through a laptop. Since I have mentioned the word, have you noticed how rarely people use laptop on their lap? But we are digressing!

Now that I have started blogging through a mobile browser, do you think it will make me update you more regularly? I would like to believe so. But we will know soon if my belief is well founded. Good night!

Delhi goes to poll

Today, Delhi went to poll to elect its new set of legislators. And so did mummy and papa who took me with them to the polling booth at S Nagar.

Going by the mood, I won’t be surprised if BJP takes the reins from the Congress. And if that happens, surely the much hated BRT would take the maximum credit closely followed by the state of the city roads which remains hugely neglected ever since the city got the gift of Metro or may be since Lalu made Delhi his new home! At least, that’s what I hear.

Considering that the project Metro must be taking a huge chunk of government revenue leaving very little for the road maintenance, one can understand some link between the Metro and the state of the city roads. But how Lalu is connected with the dilapidated state of the city roads is of course beyond my imagination. Keep wondering. For myself, I hardly expect logical reasoning in political conversation!

Bachna Ai Haseeno!

I love this song! It just makes me feel so happy. It almost makes my hands and feet start moving in some sort of dance. It’s so good that I can simply go on and on listening to this single song for eternity. If you don’t believe me ask papa, why even mummy would vouch for that.

When papa bought a music system for our car, he happened to play this song amongst the first ones. And the very first time I heard this song I simply loved it. From then on, I have never let papa to play any other song in the car.

True, he tries to change the track but my pranks make mummy to say the last word. And being the last word, papa just obeys! I know, not for the least that it would make me happy and smile! Thank you papa; and thanks mummy! You know I love you and I know you love me too!

Buji goes to wear the white robe!

I know I have not updated you for quite some time. And this is when there have been too many developments in my life. Perhaps, so I think, that may be the reason why I have not updated you for so long. Did I get too busy? May be or may be not!

Any way, it’s never too late to start, or should I say restart, something worthwhile, is it? So, here is the latest that matter to me the most, at least for today. I mean of all the things that come to my mind today.

Buaji, has completed her MBBS education from a college in Lucknow. And now she is going to apply for internship in a medical college and hospital in Patna. That’s so exciting for me. I am eagerly looking forward to see her in a white robe, trying to cure people’s suffering and bring smile to their face, especially the little ones like me, when we are not in our best of health! Wish you all the best, Buji…oops Buaji

Rishu Goes Shopping

Rishu decides to go shopping. He goes to the market but when in the market he starts moving around forgetting why he has gone there. And he starts moving back home. But on the way he remembers why he had come to the market and then…

Inspired by Big B

Mummy has his own way of taking revenge. She is upset with papa that he didn’t agree to see off Sudhir mama tonight! So what does mummy do to make even. She does all the other things, except looking at me while I continue crying intermittently to attract her attention. And papa can’t even complain, poor him!

If you are interested to know I was crying because I had just woke up and wanted something to eat or drink. Thankfully, she knew when it’s time to relent and picked me up into her lap.

Now, the real question! How come I just remembered that I have a blog which I used to update daily not too long ago? Today, papa just happened to wonder aloud how come Amitabh Bachchan finds time to write for his blog. I then came to know that Big B, as he is often called, had recently launched his blog.

As you may have learnt by now, launching a blog is not a big deal. But continuing to update it certainly is, especially if we are talking about the super-super star of the Hindi Cinema, also known as Bollywood! And so I thought, if the Badshah of Bollywood could find time from his busy schedule, certainly so can I. After all I can’t even pretend to lead a busier life…and so here I am doing what I should, blog!

Going Independent

I am yet to complete my nine months. But that has not stopped mummy to put me on my own. Today she put me in a walker and let me go. And I did. It was wonderful. I mean I could walk and even run around our drawing room. And there was nothing to stop me on my way. Occasionally, papa did try to play with me but that was it.
Thank you mummy, I really enjoyed running around in the walker! Looking forward to more fun!