D-A-S-H-I-N-G!

Yesterday was diwali and mannn was I looking dashing!! A crisp kurta pyjama and a hot stole, first I was a little confused, why is mum dressing me up in a salwaar kameez like hers, is she short of clothes? But then when nana nani came and told me so many times that I’m looking so cute I realized that this is a traditional kurta pyjama usually worn on festive occasions like these. My pyjama was still a little long for me, but mum folded it up and hid my diaper below it neatly. Everyone who came in the house went totally fida on me and loaded me with gifts.

Dadi said I looked like a bihari.. hope Thackeray uncle dusnt hear this! Papa thought I looked like a south Indian (he’s influenced by Nani) and masi said I looked like krishn kanhaiya! Well with all those girls around me, I ought to spell out my charm, haina?

Sleepy time!!

It’s a little difficult to put me to sleep sometimes, but mum has mastered the trick for that too. She stretches her legs and makes me lie down upside down on them. Then pushes me front and back-- front and back! I struggle, look up, left, right, turn around and do everything I can, but my mums smart. She holds my legs and goes front nd back-- front nd back...and finally after a lot of struggle, (its entertainment for dad when he wakes up in the middle of the night), I find myself asleep.

Crawl crawl!

Yes I crawl. Ok its not exactly crawling but I do put my bum up and try to push. It not my fault I usually end up in the same place I was earlier. Its funny is it?? Try keeping something I really really want in front of me and see me actually move. Once I even went from one end of the bed to another…nd mum awarded me with so many kisses and hugs for that!

Born with a silver spoon

Mum actually takes old times sayings very seriously. She feeds me with a silver spoon and how I trouble her. I love fooling her by taking in all the food inside my mouth and when shez satisfied push it out with my tongue. It messes my clothes and yet I love it..after all what are those clothes in the cupboard for!

Brother sister bonding

My badi didi meher is such a doll!! When I was in mammas tummy she used to listen to me nd caress me even there. Now that I am born she takes such good care of me. When I cry, she says, “No No crying.. No crying!”, and is every ready to help mamma change me or keep an eye on me. She gives me kisses and pulls my cheek! Shez jst two bt for me shez as caring as the dearest few!

Live life king size

What does Vijay Mallya have that I don’t have?? He’s got lavish homes? Well my home is too big for me to wander in it, nd I 2 have a private gym, personal spa, clothes for every occasion, one cry nd everyone is on their toes to give me food, to change my diapers and yeh!! I have so many girlfriends too!!

Welcome home

Tayiji decorated my home in blue, silver and white when I came home from the hospital. Bows, balloons, funtoons brought the entire home to life, and blue my favourite made it presence felt everywhere, so much that even my cake was blue and white! I wonder how it tasted mumma didn’t let me have it :( .

My room, themed Winnie the pooh saw all the characters of the cartoon film welcoming me while the sky….opps the ceiling was full of stars, that glowed in the dark! Beautiful no doubt! To top it all, there was also a wall of fame, just next to my cot, where all my friends and relatives have written messages for me…and good wishes are always welcome!

Name me

Papa named me ranvir (guess it’s the Pali Hill effect – I share my neighbourhood with the famous Kapoors). However, I seldom hear someone calling me that. Its either a Ranveeeeeeeeer or names that people totally responsible for pampering me call me…nani calls me sweetu (that I am) and Nana partner (after a long time has a got a male in the family for some woman bashing!). Mamma calls me chotu (did she expect me to be born as big as an elephant??), while Dad is happy with Rannu. Dadi calls me Kuttriya (arey pyar se baba!) and Nana, Brother John because I don’t sleep or muthu swami when he is in a south Indian mood. Meher nd Kabir, my elder cuzins call me baby (they still dnt know too many words… who else can understand this better than me!) and my masi, oh I’m scared of her!! She calls me butter chicken coz that’s her favourite!! I hope she dusnt gulp me down some day!!

Here i am!

Finally masi got out of her lazy bed and decided to carve my footprint on this web space. So here I am, exactly 5 and a half months old, extremely naughty, very very adorable and always enthusiastic about meeting new people, ever ready with my million dollar smile. Every one says I’m on papa, poor mamma feels so cheated…Dnt worry mamma, I promise I’ll be a mamma’s boy (like most guys are:P)!!