I was misunderstood and misquoted

I would like to state that I have been misquoted and misunderstood with reference to my remarks on living alone.

I have no intent of living alone or of letting my parents go anywhere. Any other interpretation is a mere figment of imagination created by the media.

Hope this clarifies any confusion.

PS: Needed to make this clarification as I have been informed that I run the risk of being taken seriously on my previous comments.

I wanna live alone

When I will become big and when Parth will come out of Mummy's tummy, I will live alone. I will do all my work myself. Only Arjun Bhaiya will stay with me and cook food for me. No body else will stay with me.

Mummy will go and live with Nana-Nani, Papa will live with Ma-Baba, Masi will go to her home.

Cars in the family

Last night I dreamt of the various cars people in my family have.

My Papa has three cars. All are green in colour. One is a Honda City, one is Honda Jazz, and one is Honda Accord. My Mummy does not have any cars. She has to go with Papa only. She is Papa's wife, that is why. Also, she does not know how to drive a car.

I also have three cars. One is a Hyundai Santro, one is a Hyundai i-10 and one is a Hyundai Accent. Fariyaz Uncle and Maasi will have to go in one car only. There is a lot of place in my cars, so they can sit in the same car.

My Ma also wanted some cars. So I have given her Suzuki Alto, Suzuki A-star and Suzuki SX4. I have told her that she has to share them with Baba. If they do not share it then I will take them back.

Change of Career Option

I have not decided to become Winnie the Pooh when I grow up. I have a badge of Winnie the Pooh and I want to wear that. So maybe I will not become a Policeman after all.

As Winnie the Pooh, I will eat lots of honey and more and more honey.

My blanket of woes

Last night, when Mummy was sleeping with me (she was sleeping with me as I was being totally cranky and weepy), she was trying to cover me with two-two blankets. In any case I don't like to wear even one blanket, so two was totally out of the question.

As I was protesting, she suddenly let out a secret from the past. Something which was only faintly embedded in my memory but her reference to it brought back images as clear as if it was yesterday.

When I was a small baby, I used to sleep in my cot. Mummy would cover me up with blankets. Not one or two blankets, but many blankets. So many blankets that they would form a huge pile and touch the ceiling fan. Sometimes, the blankets would form a pile so high that it would even break the ceiling.

Over a period I got so scared of blankets that I refused to cover myself with any blankets. Everytime I would cover myself with a blanket, I would have this image of something big and huge going all the way to the ceiling. That is the secret of my fear of blankets. I don't want to blame anybody, but all parents should realise what happens when they make excessive use of blankets against their children.