Buzz the Bee

For those of you who have not seen enough of Disney cartoons, Buzz the Bee is a character in Disney's movie - "Bee On Guard". Buzz the Bee is (also known as Spike or Hector) often antagonizes Donald Duck and also appears in two other Disney movies - "Inferior Decorator" and "Bee at the Beach." Buzz also antagonises Pluto in some instances. I bet you didn't know this!! Next time watch Disney channel with your kids and not some silly saas-bahu serial.

Buzz the Bee was also Keshav's character (Ya ya.. my character!!) for a fancy dress party for kids at Mummy's office. Papa had bought the costume from Greenbell the previous day. The costume was complete with wings at the back and the antenna on the head. A bit on the thick (and hence hot) side, it was otherwise quite a neat costume.


I realised that grown-ups also like to be kids. Some of them had dressed up as Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse and were running around playing with kids. I mean, didn't someone tell them this was a fancy dress party for kids!! Later on I figured out that they were also paid for dressing like this!! How cheap.. first they gate-crash a kiddies party and then get paid for it!!

The other thing I figured out was that elders are quite fussy. I mean, for the first 15-20 mins in Mom's office, all the uncles and aunties kept fussing around me...

"Oh.. he is so cute.."

"He doesn't look nine months old.."

"Keshav is a duplicate of Nikhil."


I know all this guys!! Tell me something new!!


Anyways, all in all I had fun. There was a magic show and the music was pretty good too. They had a crawly corner for ones like me who are too lazy to stand up and walk. So i had a nice time crawling around the corner.


I also won a prize for being the cutest one around!! For a change, Mom's kanjoos office gave me a decent prize... Pintu Bhaiya had a very tough time blowing it up!! Poor guy went pichak!! See...




Only complaint I have from the party is that there were far too few chicks. And the few there were were being guarded by their over-protective Mom's. As if us guys are all lafangas or what!!

Keshav pees like a MAN

My Mommy has been trying to figure out my potty training bit for a while now.

A few months ago, she got me this blue coloured potty seat, which fits tightly on the western style toilet. It has these two blue coloured handles on both sides. The idea was for me to hold onto these handles and sit pretty on the potty seat and of course.. shit!!

First few days I was quite intrigued by this concept of sitting up straight and doing potty. Not my fault, really. So far I was only used to lying down on somebody's lap, my feet being held up way above my head and me doing potty. For the first time I was exposed to the idea of sitting up straight. I tried to raise my feet up and almost fell off the toilet.

I quickly learnt how to sit on this seat and do potty. Whenever I would feel like doing potty, I would sing my favorite tunes and enjoy the exercise. When I didn't feel like doing potty, I would create a ruckus, stiffen my body and start howling. After a few tries, I got everyone trained to understand that if I did not want to do potty, I should be taken off the seat.

After a few days, however, I got quite bored of this thing. I mean why should I make the effort of sitting upright on this silly seat when I had the option of lying down comforably, having my feet held up and do potty. So I started playing up everyday. It seemed as if I had gotten everyone trained well enough. As a result, I was soon off this potty seat and happily doing potty in my lying-down style.

My Mom obviously is a bit more stubborn than that. I could have said persistent, but i think stubborn suits her better.

So she did a bit of a research by calling up some of her Mom-friends and decided to get me a new potty seat. This is much bigger and has two elephants on both sides. It has a chhotu-sa hole in the middle and a plastic dabba to fit that hole. The concept is that I sit on the seat, and shit in. that hole, straight into the bucket. As all the ladies in the house tried to make me do potty in this new seat, they soon discovered a technical glitch. When I pissed, the piss did not (could not - simple physics) fall into that hole and went in a straight line, falling some 2 feet from the chair.

Mom was just so perplexed again. Her first thought was that maybe there is a separate potty chair for boys as against girls. She felt a bit guilty at not having taken Papa for this purchase, as maybe he could have helped buy a more appropriate seat. She called another of her Mom-friends, one with a boy-baby, to understand whether there wasa separate potty chair for boys wherein this pissing bit could be taken care of.

Sadly, for her, the answer was a flat NO.

What she did find out though, from her Mom-friend, that this friend made her boy piss by making him stand and piss. Suddenly a light-bulb went off in her head and she turned to Papa and said.. "Should we try the same with Keshav?? But he cannot even stand on his own!!"

Once home, the masi was told to make me piss. Promptly, she took me to the new potty chair and tried to make me sit. I certainly was in no mood to oblige.

Finally, Papa picked me up, took me to the loo, made me stand and started.. "Shhhhhhhhhhh.. Shhhhhhhhh... Shhhhhhhhhh..."

And I stood and pissed like a MAN!!!