Dear Mummy,
I am very sorry for my behaviour last night. I know I have kept you awake last night since 2 am. I also realise that you are still very weak and tired and need more time to recover.
Believe me, I try my best to not be a nuisance to you. But I am not ablt to control my actions beyond a point. For e.g. I have such a small bladder that every 30-45 mins it starts to overflow.
And then I become wet and start feeling icky!! That's a very irritating feeling. And anyways, you have always taught me about cleanliness and hygiene. So then I am forced to tell you to help me change.
I promise that as soon as I am able to start changing by myself, or when my bladder size increases, I will stop bothering you for nappy changes.
As for the "hungry kya" bit, I am really confused. I sometimes feel I am full in 5 mins. But then in another 5 mins I start feeling hungry again. Then on other instances, even after 2 hours I am not sure if my tummy is full!! This is so confusing!! Was it like this with you when you were as small as me?
I do not have a solution to this. Please help me find one so that I can reduce the trouble every night.
The last point is a general one. You know, I just feel like playing with you and talking to you at night. There is no one around, so I believe I can get some quality time with you. No noise on the road, no tv for you to watch, and no phone either. So then I think this is a good time when I can get your attention.
I guess you don't like it becuase it keeps you awake through the night. So don't worry. I will try to sleep also. If I don't feel sleepy, please call Papa or Dadi or Kaku Dada and they can play with me while you can catch up on some sleep.
Again, I am sorry for last night Mummy. I just don't know what happens to me at times (like just now when I am feeling like howling and wailing. Maybe I am just feeling guilty for last night :)
Chalo, now you please sleep a while, while I get others to take care of me.
Love you
Keshav
Monday, April 30, 2007
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Busy weekend..
When I was inside Mummy, I would often hear them talk of the hectic weekend and wonder why a holiday should be more hectic. This weekend I got a bit of a taste of it. Had so many people coming over to see me (as against meet me), as if I am a display in the museum, that I was totally exhausted.
Saturday was relatively ok. All day I was able to do my thing and rest and relax. Towards evening, a couple of Papa's IIMA friends came over. The first was a bald, fat uncle with big specs. The aunty was pretty neat. Best part was that they also had a small baby, albeit not as small as me. This dude was quite agitated when his Mom took me in her lap. So much so that he started pulling me off ;)
Had to tell him - "Chill dude.. she remains your Mommy. I have my own. No need to worry!!"
Even that was not enough to cool him down. So, in the interest of World Peace, I decided to go back to my Momma's lap and end the turf war immediately.
The other uncle and aunty were pretty cool people too. They chatted with Mummy and Papa, said all the right things about me (so cute and so on :) and then left.
The other notable thing that happened that night was that my Dada arrived. But more about him in a separate note.
Sunday was such a tough day. Had visitors pouring all day long and in all shapes and sizes. Here's more about them -
Some were short and thin,
Some were FAT and round.
Some were quiet and sweet,
Others made lots of sound.
Some were relatives,
While others were a friend.
Some came just to see me,
Others to make amends.
Some came at decent timings,
Others came right on end.
And I didn't like some AT ALL,
Cos they didn't bring me anything.
Well, hope this gives you a good idea. I know this is pretty bad poetry, but please blame Papa for it. He doesnt seem to have any sense of rhyme. I am sure I will do a much better job when I grow up.
Enough for now. Time for susu and potty.
The next edition will be about my Dada, so do watch this space...
Saturday was relatively ok. All day I was able to do my thing and rest and relax. Towards evening, a couple of Papa's IIMA friends came over. The first was a bald, fat uncle with big specs. The aunty was pretty neat. Best part was that they also had a small baby, albeit not as small as me. This dude was quite agitated when his Mom took me in her lap. So much so that he started pulling me off ;)
Had to tell him - "Chill dude.. she remains your Mommy. I have my own. No need to worry!!"
Even that was not enough to cool him down. So, in the interest of World Peace, I decided to go back to my Momma's lap and end the turf war immediately.
The other uncle and aunty were pretty cool people too. They chatted with Mummy and Papa, said all the right things about me (so cute and so on :) and then left.
The other notable thing that happened that night was that my Dada arrived. But more about him in a separate note.
Sunday was such a tough day. Had visitors pouring all day long and in all shapes and sizes. Here's more about them -
Some were short and thin,
Some were FAT and round.
Some were quiet and sweet,
Others made lots of sound.
Some were relatives,
While others were a friend.
Some came just to see me,
Others to make amends.
Some came at decent timings,
Others came right on end.
And I didn't like some AT ALL,
Cos they didn't bring me anything.
Well, hope this gives you a good idea. I know this is pretty bad poetry, but please blame Papa for it. He doesnt seem to have any sense of rhyme. I am sure I will do a much better job when I grow up.
Enough for now. Time for susu and potty.
The next edition will be about my Dada, so do watch this space...
Friday, April 20, 2007
On Popular Demand
Some people have observed that my thoughts so far include a lot more of my Papa than my Mummy. I think there are two reasons for that – (i) It’s very difficult to talk about one’s Mother given that it is the most complex and indefinable relationship, (ii) Given my father is the link between my thoughts and you, I dare attribute some things to translation losses :)
Nevertheless, I shall over the next few days try to talk about my family. And I shall start with my mother, given she is the first person in any child’s life.
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My Mother’s name is Surabhi Mohta. She is very nice. She has two hands, two legs, two eyes, one nose and two lips. She is tall and thin.
She sometimes gets angry with me when I trouble her, but I know she loves me a lot. When she gets angry at me, she gets angry at herself for getting angry at me. I think this is very cute and funny. She gives me food every day. She also gives me a bath to make me clean and makes me wear nice clothes.
When Papa gets angry at me for being naughty, I run and hide behind my mother. She then tells him that I am only a small child and that he should not get angry at me. She also takes me for a walk in the park and sings to me when I am going to sleep.
When I go for my swimming lessons, my Mummy sits on the side and tells me to push harder. And then she claps with both hands when I come out after swimming. Then she hugs me and wipes me clean.
I love my Mummy. She is the best Mummy in the world.
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Well, in case you were wondering what this was, I just was tempted to see how I would write my first essay in school on “My Mother.” Coming back to my mother, I think she is a very nice human being. I have known her for nearly 10 months नोव. She has always taken care of me. When I was inside her, she would talk to me every day and ask me how I was doing. She would ask me what I did each day and tell me not to worry. That she would get me out soon.
She would eat lots of ice-cream because she knows that I like ice-cream. And also pizza…
Since I have बीन born, I can see that its been quite difficult for her. It is a whole new thing for her, just like it is for me. She is not able to go out. She has to be resting all the time. She is quite weak and tired. While she gets upset about the change in her life sometimes, she does not get angry with me ever. She is always smiling at me and ready to pick me up, hug me and feed me. At night, when I am being naughty and not sleeping, she puts me down next to her and plays with me.
She thinks I cannot understand what all she is telling me, but I understand every word. When she tells me she will get cute-cute chhota chhota shorts for me, I really like it. I think she is really great and will always love me and take care of me. I also want to grow up and take care of her.
So ladies and gentlemen, that is a glimpse of my Mummy for you. More as we go along.
Cheerio
Nevertheless, I shall over the next few days try to talk about my family. And I shall start with my mother, given she is the first person in any child’s life.
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My Mother’s name is Surabhi Mohta. She is very nice. She has two hands, two legs, two eyes, one nose and two lips. She is tall and thin.
She sometimes gets angry with me when I trouble her, but I know she loves me a lot. When she gets angry at me, she gets angry at herself for getting angry at me. I think this is very cute and funny. She gives me food every day. She also gives me a bath to make me clean and makes me wear nice clothes.
When Papa gets angry at me for being naughty, I run and hide behind my mother. She then tells him that I am only a small child and that he should not get angry at me. She also takes me for a walk in the park and sings to me when I am going to sleep.
When I go for my swimming lessons, my Mummy sits on the side and tells me to push harder. And then she claps with both hands when I come out after swimming. Then she hugs me and wipes me clean.
I love my Mummy. She is the best Mummy in the world.
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Well, in case you were wondering what this was, I just was tempted to see how I would write my first essay in school on “My Mother.” Coming back to my mother, I think she is a very nice human being. I have known her for nearly 10 months नोव. She has always taken care of me. When I was inside her, she would talk to me every day and ask me how I was doing. She would ask me what I did each day and tell me not to worry. That she would get me out soon.
She would eat lots of ice-cream because she knows that I like ice-cream. And also pizza…
Since I have बीन born, I can see that its been quite difficult for her. It is a whole new thing for her, just like it is for me. She is not able to go out. She has to be resting all the time. She is quite weak and tired. While she gets upset about the change in her life sometimes, she does not get angry with me ever. She is always smiling at me and ready to pick me up, hug me and feed me. At night, when I am being naughty and not sleeping, she puts me down next to her and plays with me.
She thinks I cannot understand what all she is telling me, but I understand every word. When she tells me she will get cute-cute chhota chhota shorts for me, I really like it. I think she is really great and will always love me and take care of me. I also want to grow up and take care of her.
So ladies and gentlemen, that is a glimpse of my Mummy for you. More as we go along.
Cheerio
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Homecoming...
Was feeling a bit nostalgic this morning as I left the hospital for home. After all, this was the place where I opened my eyes to the world. But I guess one has to move on in life, and so I did without much of a complain or a bother.
The hospital stay was quite comfortable. Anyways I did not have to move an inch as I was being carried by someone or the other all the time. The nurses and maids were very caring and nice, but they were nothing much to write about. What I am surely going to miss are the House Doctors who were real PYTs. I wonder what kind of an entrance test they have to go through to be chosen as doctors :)
I came home around 10:30 in the morning or so. Dadi, Mummy and Papa were with me. Slept through most of the way, so do not have anything to relate about the journey.
At home I was welcomed by Chhota Dada who had put balloons all over my cot - chhota balloon, bada balloon and so on. It gave me a good feeling... thanks Chhhota Dada.
The hospital stay was quite comfortable. Anyways I did not have to move an inch as I was being carried by someone or the other all the time. The nurses and maids were very caring and nice, but they were nothing much to write about. What I am surely going to miss are the House Doctors who were real PYTs. I wonder what kind of an entrance test they have to go through to be chosen as doctors :)
I came home around 10:30 in the morning or so. Dadi, Mummy and Papa were with me. Slept through most of the way, so do not have anything to relate about the journey.
At home I was welcomed by Chhota Dada who had put balloons all over my cot - chhota balloon, bada balloon and so on. It gave me a good feeling... thanks Chhhota Dada.
The cot itself was simple and pretty and was decorated real nice. People sure did a swell job at it. It has all these bunnies and other cartoons all around. I am told that Mummy got these bunnies for me. Think I am going to be friends with them.
Best part about the cot is its size.. It was so big as if it was not a cot but a playground. For the first time in six days I can stretch my legs and hands and not worry about hitting the side of the cot. See, I even got Papa to take a snap so I could show it to you guys...
I guess it is now time to enjoy this new cot. So while I catch forty winks, you guys have a good day and come back soon to hear from me again.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Papa needs a lesson
Today I gave my Dad a small dose of what he can expect if he does not give me the right attention and time.
Imagine, he was with me for a few minutes yesterday morning and then disappeared for the entire day, only to appear at some 4 in the evening. Then also, he did not spend enough time with me nor played much with me.
Then again, this morning he arrived a good 30 minutes later than his usual time. And worse, started speaking to someone or the other on the phone.
That's when I decided that enough is enough. I cried a little, knowing that would get his attention and looked beseechingly at him - "Please hold me in your hands and comfort me!!"
Sure as the sun rises, that got his attention and he picked me up and held me close to himself, talking to me and comforting me. I let myself be for a few minutes and enjoyed all the attention and then, with a straight face, let out a stream of 'susu'. He instantly realised that something was wrong as the cloth became warm and wet.
To his credit, he very calmly smiled at me and said - "Keshav.. susu kar diya!! Ganda baby!!"
He was lucky for his smile, else I was in half a mind to give him another treatment for calling me 'Ganda baby'.
Anyways, I was soon transferred to the maid who cleaned me up and wrapped me in a fresh cloth once again. Once again, I landed up in my father's lap and he started playing with me. This time I thought I should let him enjoy for a bit longer before giving him another dose of the months and years to come.
So after some 10-15 mins, I let out a big big fart..(almost as big as his i think.. I used to hear when I was inside my Mom, you see!!). Along with the fart came some potty as well and once again my dear Papa was smiling at me.
Guess he realised that I had planned it all along, because when I came back after the usual cleaning and changing, he instantly put aside all his gadgets and spent the next 30 minutes playing with me and talking to me.
For his sake I hope he will learn fast and hence will have less to suffer. Else...
Imagine, he was with me for a few minutes yesterday morning and then disappeared for the entire day, only to appear at some 4 in the evening. Then also, he did not spend enough time with me nor played much with me.
Then again, this morning he arrived a good 30 minutes later than his usual time. And worse, started speaking to someone or the other on the phone.
That's when I decided that enough is enough. I cried a little, knowing that would get his attention and looked beseechingly at him - "Please hold me in your hands and comfort me!!"
Sure as the sun rises, that got his attention and he picked me up and held me close to himself, talking to me and comforting me. I let myself be for a few minutes and enjoyed all the attention and then, with a straight face, let out a stream of 'susu'. He instantly realised that something was wrong as the cloth became warm and wet.
To his credit, he very calmly smiled at me and said - "Keshav.. susu kar diya!! Ganda baby!!"
He was lucky for his smile, else I was in half a mind to give him another treatment for calling me 'Ganda baby'.
Anyways, I was soon transferred to the maid who cleaned me up and wrapped me in a fresh cloth once again. Once again, I landed up in my father's lap and he started playing with me. This time I thought I should let him enjoy for a bit longer before giving him another dose of the months and years to come.
So after some 10-15 mins, I let out a big big fart..(almost as big as his i think.. I used to hear when I was inside my Mom, you see!!). Along with the fart came some potty as well and once again my dear Papa was smiling at me.
Guess he realised that I had planned it all along, because when I came back after the usual cleaning and changing, he instantly put aside all his gadgets and spent the next 30 minutes playing with me and talking to me.
For his sake I hope he will learn fast and hence will have less to suffer. Else...
Sunday, April 15, 2007
An Introduction
Hi!! I am Keshav. Naam to suna hoga..
I am the Son of Surabhi and Nikhil Mohta and have come into this world with a mission. What that mission is, I am yet to find out. Since I still wanted to make my blog title a bit more interesting, I chose 'the Demon Slayer' as an add-on.
I am now precisely 3 days old. I arrived in this world on Friday the 13th (talk about timing!!) at 08:03 am, a few days before I was scheduled leaving my father hapless and stranded as he tried hard to make it to Mumbai and the hospital in time for my arrival (and in which he failed). After all, he didn't want me to tell him through his life that he wasn't around to see my entry!!
Anyways, do not want to take his trip too much as I need him to do a lot many things for me over the next so many years. And it certainly does not pay to antagonise the one whom God has appointed as your provider on this planet.
My entire family.. parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, etc are big fans of Lord Krishna (in my era there isn't much of a concept of a believer or otherwise.. hence fan!!). Hence, my parents decided to name me Keshav. I quite like the name. It is traditional and religious, yet is a cool name. It is not too long. That gives me hope that people will not break it up and make variations of it. In case you do not get the hint, the simple point is that you should not call me Kesu or Keshu or any such thing. I will not appreciate it.
Been around three days so far. Not done much except a bit of crying, lots of sleeping, some feeding and a bit of susu-potty. Alas, the hospital where I am does not encourage inter-mingling of the various freshers and hence I have not been able to check out the new babes. But rest assured, I am going to take every opportunity to check out the beauty that God has created, at the first available opportunity.
I have seen a lot of uncles, aunties, dadas and dadis come and visit me. Some have been getting me gifts too (these are the ones i like particularly ;). Some others have been rather the bothering kinds and want to take me out of my comfortable cot and inspect me from all angles, as if I am some object they are buying in the market. Fortunately the latter kinds are rare, and I am glad for that.
Have lots more to talk about, but that will have to wait a while. I am quite tired at all this right now and hence will sign off.
Cheerio and see you soon again.
Keshav
I am the Son of Surabhi and Nikhil Mohta and have come into this world with a mission. What that mission is, I am yet to find out. Since I still wanted to make my blog title a bit more interesting, I chose 'the Demon Slayer' as an add-on.
I am now precisely 3 days old. I arrived in this world on Friday the 13th (talk about timing!!) at 08:03 am, a few days before I was scheduled leaving my father hapless and stranded as he tried hard to make it to Mumbai and the hospital in time for my arrival (and in which he failed). After all, he didn't want me to tell him through his life that he wasn't around to see my entry!!
Anyways, do not want to take his trip too much as I need him to do a lot many things for me over the next so many years. And it certainly does not pay to antagonise the one whom God has appointed as your provider on this planet.
My entire family.. parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, etc are big fans of Lord Krishna (in my era there isn't much of a concept of a believer or otherwise.. hence fan!!). Hence, my parents decided to name me Keshav. I quite like the name. It is traditional and religious, yet is a cool name. It is not too long. That gives me hope that people will not break it up and make variations of it. In case you do not get the hint, the simple point is that you should not call me Kesu or Keshu or any such thing. I will not appreciate it.
Been around three days so far. Not done much except a bit of crying, lots of sleeping, some feeding and a bit of susu-potty. Alas, the hospital where I am does not encourage inter-mingling of the various freshers and hence I have not been able to check out the new babes. But rest assured, I am going to take every opportunity to check out the beauty that God has created, at the first available opportunity.
I have seen a lot of uncles, aunties, dadas and dadis come and visit me. Some have been getting me gifts too (these are the ones i like particularly ;). Some others have been rather the bothering kinds and want to take me out of my comfortable cot and inspect me from all angles, as if I am some object they are buying in the market. Fortunately the latter kinds are rare, and I am glad for that.
Have lots more to talk about, but that will have to wait a while. I am quite tired at all this right now and hence will sign off.
Cheerio and see you soon again.
Keshav
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