tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6690410268526015492024-03-13T04:11:47.506+05:30RevedaReveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.comBlogger364125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-86325681075698748512011-01-27T07:32:00.005+05:302011-01-27T08:17:23.340+05:30Illness, Injury & SchoolThe title of today's post needs no explanation- I have not been keeping well and was diagnosed with acute stomach infection....my mother had to take a week off from work. If that was not enough, I ended up injuring my right eye on Monday after a freak accident involving a paint-brush that landed on my eye.......an injury that could only be noticed yesterday after my mom saw a blood clot underneath my lower eye-lids......26th being a republic day, doctors were not available; so had to resort to phone advice- nothing serious is what he says!<br /><br />Amidst all this, in their bid to to divert my attention and make me "feel-good", my parents took me to show me my likely school-<br /><a href ="http://www.livingwisdomindia.com/ " target=_new> Dihika </a>- and it seemed to have paid off as from then my infection started to give way to new-found desire to go and attend my new school..... My parents have chosen that school because it is based on "Education for life" philosophy instead of currently in vogue book based education......An excerpt from their website is as follows:<br /><br /><em>"With parents working long hours, the already sketchy nuclear family survives on minute windows of 'quality time’. Young parents look to the child’s school to provide care, nurturing, stimulus and inspiration…. to "deliver the finished product”, as it were. Credible surveys have found contemporary learning to be rote-based, taking place in watertight compartments with little relation to life. The school simply churns out neat little beings that speak correctly, follow rules, sing rhymes, and rattle off factoids about Continents and Constitutions.... yet all the while, the beautiful wiring INSIDE them lies neglected and untended. An easy answer to fears of encouraging bigotry has been for schools to abandon moral and spiritual instruction altogether..... effectively throwing the baby out with the bathwater. We see people everywhere growing into set patterns of negativity and only after being buffeted by life's storms "finding" spirituality and trying to straighten out their lives. Einstein’s revelation that the Universe is composed of ‘Energy’ rather than ‘Matter’ validates the ancient Vedic premise that this Dwapara Yuga that we live in is, indeed, the Age of Energy. Dihika uses the eternal principles of Yoga Vedanta to provide a spirit-centered learning environment that takes into account this new Energy Paradigm, using techniques continuously refined in the Living Wisdom Schools in the United States. A central part of the curriculum is teaching a child how to be aware of his own energy and how to harness it towards what he is trying to accomplish."</em><br /><br />Let me end this post by uploading some pics of me and my Rudra bhai having a laugh-riot.....you will love these pics! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TUDbqGBxdeI/AAAAAAAABTI/3bBp-mpxOkE/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TUDbqGBxdeI/AAAAAAAABTI/3bBp-mpxOkE/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566690655648970210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TUDbp0goBNI/AAAAAAAABTA/0TwTpo0GGMA/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TUDbp0goBNI/AAAAAAAABTA/0TwTpo0GGMA/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566690650946536658" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TUDbp3MfyOI/AAAAAAAABS4/apm1EbKbwhk/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TUDbp3MfyOI/AAAAAAAABS4/apm1EbKbwhk/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566690651667417314" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TUDba3FTA6I/AAAAAAAABSw/jYTvxLCFZdM/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TUDba3FTA6I/AAAAAAAABSw/jYTvxLCFZdM/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566690393939182498" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TUDbagQQ5EI/AAAAAAAABSo/ZtdHL5woP6U/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TUDbagQQ5EI/AAAAAAAABSo/ZtdHL5woP6U/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566690387811165250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TUDbaB1UOJI/AAAAAAAABSg/OIadtVSsJgs/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TUDbaB1UOJI/AAAAAAAABSg/OIadtVSsJgs/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566690379645073554" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TUDbaGUrtxI/AAAAAAAABSY/kz1dtT5-kgw/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TUDbaGUrtxI/AAAAAAAABSY/kz1dtT5-kgw/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566690380850378514" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TUDbZygri6I/AAAAAAAABSQ/xILVVmrp50I/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TUDbZygri6I/AAAAAAAABSQ/xILVVmrp50I/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566690375531989922" /></a>Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-2763164526169226952011-01-14T08:26:00.005+05:302011-01-14T09:20:25.137+05:30My Crazy Balls & My BooksI love the sight of my three crazy balls going up and down, every time I throw them on to the ground- those balls are my new found love and a good friend. My other best friend at home are my books- few of them are old books of my Rudra bhai. Every night, I ask either of my parents to help me read those books- covering subjects as varied as English alphabets, Birds, Vegetables, Fruits, Opposites, Vehicles etc etc. That I have already mastered them is no big statement but what is more important here is my fondness and love for those books- despite them having lost their curiosity value. I always insist on sleeping with one of books placed inside my pillow.......fondness and love for books doesn't mean that I forget my other love-crazy-balls......and, I always keep one of them inside my pockets; even when I am sleeping!<br /><br />Another quotable thing here is my recent one night departure from daily ritual of sleeping, clinged on to my mom.....Reason for the departure lied with my Rudra bhai who proudly told me that he sleeps clinged on to his papa. In my true competitive spirit, I told my papa-""papa mere ko aapse chipak kar sona hai....jaisey jeenu apney papa ke saath sota hai" (papa, I want to sleep just as Jeenu sleeps with his papa; tightly clinged on to him).......my papa couldn't stop smiling and so didn't I; mom left surprised!Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-12628253316615165842011-01-12T08:40:00.004+05:302011-01-12T09:34:12.169+05:30Visit To Sector 15 Park!The Sun God generally gives a miss to His daily date with Delhi during the winters; so it calls for celebration everytime He shows up. Last Saturday was one such day-perhaps Sun God had some extra time with Him- Saturday being the weekend! Taking benefit of the opportunity offered by the bright Sun, my mom thought it best to set up our date with the nearby park. Great Idea......next moment, we were off to the park.......Once inside, sight of us matched with that of detainess set freed after years of detention or house-arrest. But, a sight of few babies of labourers sitting in the park in skimpiest of clothes was enough to break the spirit of celebrations. I walked back to my mom-sitting on the bench- and said "Mumma, mere kuch clothes poor baby ko de saktey hain, sab mat dena , par thode se de do" (Mumma, can we give some of my clothes to the poor babies,don't give all but do give some")........ Astonished and surprised, my mom couldn't stop herself from giving me a warm hug of gratitude.....<br /><br />All the running and shouting that we did saw us gasping for breath.....Refreshment time...yeah! So, out come oranges from my mom's bag, handing us one orange slice each, she egged us on to eat fast......My Rudra bhai followed her to "T" but not me....as my eyes were set on the orange peels that my mom had thrown on the ground. Picking up those peels, I handed them over to my mom and instructed her to throw them into the near-by dust-bin.......Mom was left surprised again! <br /><br />Running and shouting began, again!Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-66422433801655375592011-01-06T05:01:00.005+05:302011-01-06T06:38:45.430+05:30Cocktail Post- Bit of everythingAt the stroke of midnight on 31st, we bid goodbye to 2010 and it was all done on the rooftop of our home in Gurgaon. Rohit uncle- our landlord- had arranged for a small get-together comprising of his family, ours and that of his friend from Rohini. Our entire family was present as my dada and dadee had come for my Rudra bhai's birthday.......With music, camp-fire and good food, it was all fun- my Rudra bhai enjoyed it most after gulping few spoons of brandy- he was a joy to watch afterwords......<br /><br />As I look back, 2010 was a great year for me as I went on to learn many new things- walking, running, speaking, identifying places by their names, meaning of relationships, sense of ownership to a relation or a place, alphabets, rhymes etc etc- the list is endless. And most of it wasn't captured on this blog in the manner my papa would have liked. As he got busy establishing his business after quitting his job, my blog started to suffer. So many posts died in his head, so many moments couldn't be captured as our camera gave in, so many important events went un-posted- my birthday being one- still there were so many things that he could capture and write about......and whatever we have of last two years is nothing short of a treasure......His desire to write and capture those moments is still very strong and he is determined to make up for the lost time. We shall see!<br /><br />Just a day prior to 31st, we had celebrated my Rudra bhai's birthday- he completed 3 and seemed to have made most of his 3 years of his quota of first five formative years. Going by his mannerisms, his talks, ideas and his sharp intellect; my Rudra bhai is a natural contender for any exceptionally talented kid competition- to which I fully agree fully. Can you imagine that despite my over powering nature and frequent outbursts, he never loses his cool and has never hit me back. If I hit him, all he does is to report the matter to either of my parents- never to his parents. If I fall off, he is the first one to run to the site and hit the culprit with his leg saying- "Meri behan ko kyon maara- ganda" meaning "why did you hit me my sister- you bad"....And that "bad" can be anything ranging from wall, floor, cycle, table etc etc.......Although, I do the same when he suffers the fall........Also, he never call me by my name- always call me behan-...........We both do fight over toys; it is but natural for us to do so as we are still trying to learn the concept of "sharing' and we will overcome that too. First thing he does upon reaching home after school is to ask for me.....hugs me and ask me, behan bhaiya ko miss kiya tha......(sister have you missed your brother?)......I am benefiting most out of him as I am learning most from him- what best can you ask for than an umbrella kid like him in your home.......I love my Rudra bhai and owe all my rhymes, alphabets, dance steps, accent, likes and dislikes, habits to him- bad habits are my own domain. The reflection is very powerful......Let me reproduce a conversation that happened inside our car yesterday morning on our way back home from the airport- had gone there to drop my dada and dadee...<br /><br />I started crying as I saw my dada-dadee walk towards the airport entry gate as both of us were under the impression that we too are going to Dehradun....Papa, forcibly entered me inside the car to avoid the approaching policeman.....And, once inside the car, my Rudra bhai took the charge saying- chup ho jaa behan- stop crying....and I stopped crying in true "he proposed, I disposed" fashion.....<br /><br />Me- Jeenu, dekho ....aeroplane aa gaya....(look there is an aeroplane)<br /><br />Jeenu- Behan us aeroplane main na hamare dada-dadee hai (Our dada-dadee are travelling inside that aeroplane)<br /><br />Next moment, my mom called.....and I picked it up....mumma, aeroplane main na hamare dada-dadee hain, woh dehradun chaley gaye....(Mumma, our dada-dadee are inside the aeroplane on their way to Dehradun)...<br /><br />Tear drops are still there under my eyes and my cheeks are still wet, no other sign of crying.....was I really crying??????? That's the sort of calming influence my Rudra bhai has over me....<br /><br />We move little ahead and the conversation moved to a new plane...<br /><br />Me- Jeenu, dekho...temple aa gaya ...woh hai (pointing my fingers in the direction)- Jeenu, look there is temple, it's there.<br /><br />Jeenu (that's how I call him)- Kahan hai behan- where is it behan?.....<br /><br />Me- Touches his face, helping it move in the direction of the temple....dekho (see)<br /><br />Next moment- both of us have our hands folded in "namaste" position....."Bhagwanji, sab ko theek rakhna"- on our mouth (meaning, Oh Lord, bless each one of us with good health and best of everything)- A prayer that we say every-time we see temple or a prayer....<br /><br />Me- Jeenu, temple chala gaya (Jeenu we have gone past the temple)....<br /><br />Now, we start identifying cars on the road-<br /><br />Jeenu- Tauji Wagon- R, - Dadaji ki car-<br />Me- Jeenu dekho dekho- Honda......chacha ki car<br />Me again - i10- Anil mama ki car<br />Jeenu- Swift- tauji ki car<br />Me- Jeenu- dekho dekho Santro....sunil mama ki car....and the conversation goes on....<br /><br />A Tata Indigo drives past in a tizzy....My Rudra bhai didn't approve of his way of overtaking us.....He said- O bhai, maarega kya......gaade chalani nahin aatee (Don't you know how to drive.....out to kill us???) And, I repeat his words.....papa helps us reclaim our cool....<br /><br />Jeenu (pointing in Indigo's direction)- Tauji, woh saamney waalee gadee se aagey jao...usey hara na hai.....(get ahead of that car, we need to beat him).....<br /><br />Refusing to do so, my Papa says- fast driving is bad.....But, quietly he started accelerating the speed (without taking any risks)....soon, we managed to overtake that car........joy of overtaking him was all written on our face..........our faces turned in the direction of that car.....with a tight raised fist, we both did a rally driver on the driver of the other car....all the occupants of the other car couldn't stop laughing......And here are some pics that describes our mood as it fluctuated through first few hours of yesterday morning......<br />Both of us with our dadee- want to go to Dehradun written all over face....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TSUUxAuI7AI/AAAAAAAABSI/h3_jjlKBccw/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TSUUxAuI7AI/AAAAAAAABSI/h3_jjlKBccw/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558872147298413570" /></a><br />With our dada-dadee at the airport-"wanna go to Dehradun" still written on our face <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TSUUw48jOzI/AAAAAAAABSA/P-KwhvQm7MM/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TSUUw48jOzI/AAAAAAAABSA/P-KwhvQm7MM/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558872145211374386" /></a><br />Back home from the airport....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TSUUwtuQiWI/AAAAAAAABR4/fEyC1yChoKQ/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TSUUwtuQiWI/AAAAAAAABR4/fEyC1yChoKQ/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558872142198638946" /></a><br />See our shirts- that's what we call "dabang" shirts and have specifically asked for it from our dada-dadee...they got that for us from Dehradun <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TSUUwT7ch-I/AAAAAAAABRw/gFLUHj1GPPQ/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TSUUwT7ch-I/AAAAAAAABRw/gFLUHj1GPPQ/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558872135274629090" /></a>Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-4653785448867928642010-12-22T08:05:00.005+05:302010-12-22T08:18:04.420+05:30I am here, I am here!A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words!- that's what they say; so I decided to let them do the talking..........<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TRFkYC-2cAI/AAAAAAAABRc/7HFtZBy9HYc/s1600/Me.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TRFkYC-2cAI/AAAAAAAABRc/7HFtZBy9HYc/s400/Me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553330179804655618" /></a> Thinking yet smiling me....don't forget to notice my deceptive smile....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TRFkYZkSHUI/AAAAAAAABRk/5JQCd9DTWiM/s1600/Me2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TRFkYZkSHUI/AAAAAAAABRk/5JQCd9DTWiM/s400/Me2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553330185867238722" /></a> And, that's a real naughty kiddo in me.....no one told me to do so!Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-33501227187010063512010-11-23T08:52:00.001+05:302010-11-23T09:19:00.425+05:30Vacationing In DehradunWe are in Dehradun for our vacation after my mom decided to avail her quota of annual leaves. Although, we have plans to go and visit Renuka lake, but for me Doon itself is a vacation thing. It is bright and sunny here with no need for watchful eyes following my movements. I am always on my own running around the house, or plucking flowers from the garden, throwing stones and mud into our pool or simply watching Shankar bhaiya (our gardener) work in the kitchen garden.....and giving me company is Basu (our tenant's daughter)- she diligently follows me, courtesy my aggression and strong teeth........together, we both are a formidable combination. <br /><br />You know my daily routine too has undergone some changes with 'early to bed and early rise' phrase becoming a reality. Actually, Gurgaon is bland and boring place and there is a lot to look forward to In Dehradun after I leave my bed. <br /><br />We are shortly leaving for Renuka lake and will be back tomorrow. My papa is posting from his phone, hence pics will have to wait.Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-48995560901747200832010-11-15T07:45:00.007+05:302010-11-15T09:35:05.803+05:30Why Did My Papa Stop Writing?<strong>Why Did My Papa Stop Writing?- </strong>is a question to which I have no definitive answers. But that doesn't mean I should not try and find one and undo the wrong. <br /><br />So what could be the possible reasons.......If he was too busy- Naaaahhhhh despite his frequent travels- or he lost interest in writing- again, I don't think so- or he was not at his cheerful best to be able to write- possibly so, or not at his feeling best- again a real possibility.....Whatever it was, fact remains that blame for not writing/irregular posting for many weeks and months lies squarely on him. <br /><br />So many posts died inside the cobweb, that his head has become following his act of quitting his job to follow his passion. Issues, unfound answers to competing questions, commercial exigencies and constraints and lack of time has not only taken its toll on his ability to concentrate his mind but health as well; so much so that a daily ritual that used to bring him joy and happiness stopped doing so and the urge to write was not at all forthcoming- not anymore- as he set about writing this post on his own. <br /><br />He got up at 5 in the morning after going to bed with contours of a possible post in his mind- much like past two years. Perhaps his decision to pick up 'reading- few days back- spurred him on; actually it did after he picked up his long forgotten book- “The Difficulty of Being Good: On the Subtle Art of Dharma.” It became too apparent to him that he need to live up to his "Dharma" and "Karma" towards me, of which maintaining and treasuring memories is an all important part. <br /><br />On my part, despite my current over-dependence on my papa to log these posts, I too will ensure that it (my over-dependence) doesn't result in closing down of this blog. And then, I would long for the day when I will take this over from my papa and start maintaining it in my own words; until then, he has promised to keep it going for me. I am confident of him living upto his promise, especially because both my parents also see this blog as a real tribute to my birth and development. And, believe it or not, my papa also feels indebted to me (no no I mean this blog) as it has catapulted and inspired him to follow his passion.<br /><br />So, what all he missed posting since writing his last post, here is the list<br /><br />~ My birthday celebrations in Dehradun as I completed 2 years on 3rd November.<br />~ My Rudra bhai's injury to the middle finger of his left hand after it got crushed between the doors.......He had to undergo emergency plastic surgery on his hand......<br />~ Our visit to Dehradun for my birthday and Deepawali celebrations.<br />~ My daredevil act of playing with fire-crackers when my Rudra bhai refused to do so.<br /><br />I am sure, he is going to write about them in his next post.<br /><br />It feels good to complete 2 years, you know! It actually does!Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-58891889084749369422010-10-21T08:28:00.002+05:302010-10-21T08:40:45.233+05:30Mumma Is Unwell!Fever virus is largely responsible for this long break in posting. First it was me, closely followed by my papa and now my mumma- all down with fever in quick succession- but mumma's is somewhat different than ours as she had developed some rashes yesterday. We rushed her to doctor and are now waiting for her dengue test results. I hope it comes fine as mumma has already put me off her feed- I was made to do away with it last night-forcibly by them and reluctantly by me. <br /><br />Amidst all this, one crucial development was my ability to recite all the letters of English alphabet- from A to Z, thanks to youtube. And yes, I have also befriended "big green monster and scary witch". More on this later!Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-84812926752634346622010-10-04T08:45:00.002+05:302010-10-04T09:59:14.668+05:3023rd Monthly BirthdayA day after Gandhiji's birthday, came my turn to celebrate my 23rd monthly birthday and with that I am now a month away from turning 3- bye bye toddler stage moment. As usual, we went out for family dinner at I-Kay's. I and Rudra bhai made best use of our opportunity to run around freely and un-supervised- trust me latter one is more important than anything else in our development. I-Kay's, for us is synonymous with foot tapping music-albeit originating from nearby discotheque; "Staying Alive"- and we never forget to extract our due share. Unlike previous ocassions, the discotheque was unusually silent,- no music- as everyone was busy watching CW games opening ceremony. Our four attempts at Staying Alive elicited same "we are waiting for the ceremony to get over" response. In the end, we decided to give it a miss and head home after dinner.<br /><br />This post also gives me an opportunity to do some catching up as I have not posted in a while. Well, you know we visited Dehradun to celebrate my father's birthday on 23rd September. It was fun as he let me cut his b'day cake-baked at home by my dadee. We then went out for our family dinner at Black Pepper restaurant. Apart from the food and the ambience, we also loved their live band. Infact they sang one song for my papa too as soon as they came to know of his birthday courtesy my mom. Next morning, we went to Gaja to check on my papa's camp. I enjoyed it the most as my mom let me be on my own. I walked barefeet on the gravel stones (happiness was clearly visible on my face), did lot of running and also played with mud in mud. I was in no mood to come back but then we had to as my mom was supposed to visit her mom- my nanee. My nana-nanee have a pet dog- Happy- and first thing I did upon entering my nanee's home was to ask for Happy. I spent (and enjoyed) one night at my nana-nanee's, and came back home next afternoon to catch our evening train to Delhi. More updates to follow.Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-25457453103853590482010-09-19T13:23:00.004+05:302010-09-19T14:00:46.861+05:30Helping HandsUnusually wet weather in Delhi has left lot of people with stuffy and running noses; I and my Rudra bhai included therein. Although there is no dearth of helping hands but cutest of all is one of my Rudra bhai.......As he saw my running nose, he looked for my hankie and asked- "Behan nosie saaf karoon" (meaning sister-shall I clean your nose).......To which my affirmative response was best coveyed by a slight movement of my face in his direction such that his hands are able to reach my nose. And, his hands did with ease. As I felt that he wasn't fully successful in his cleaning attempt, I instructed-"Jeenu, idhar bhi saaf karo"- pointing at the spot on my nose that I felt was left uncleaned. <br /><br />Well, this helping hand traffic runs both ways. Like, if I am watching rhymes on youtube, I ensure my parents don't start till Jeenu enters my room. And, our home keeps resonating with that familiar sentence-"Jeenu tauji room main aao, rhymes dekhney" (meaning Jeenu come to tauji's room, we will see rhymes)....or an act of pushing a piece of biscuit inside his mouth with that much familiar two letter sentence-"Jeenu khao" (meaning Jeenu eat this). Actually sepeaking, there are so many incidents like that.....However, none of that gets posted .......Perhaps, they have gotten used to seeing this on regular basis and don't really understand its value! Or, may be it's my papa who always misses out on this as he wants to record our conversations instead of writing about it......Recording never happens and so most of the incident remains unposted!<br /><br />Well, that reminds me of another incident; we have a photo album which we see every now and then. We can identify most of the faces in that album and one such face is of Gautam chacha- my Ashu chacha's friend. For me his existence was limited to that photo album only until I saw him entering inside our home few days back.......I couldn't believe my eyes and expressions on my face kept asking a question- "how could someone come out of a photo album"........And, as soon as he extended his hands in my direction, I burst into tears....scared; very scared!Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-59455798278313540962010-09-11T08:51:00.005+05:302010-09-12T10:11:59.359+05:30Airtel Says That............we are not living up to the norms of their fair usage policy. Guess who the cuplrit is????? These videos, played on my repeated requests several times a day.....you also check them out.....I cant upload my favourite one, though- Nanhey munney bachey teri - from movie- Boot Polish....You can copy and paste the link......http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SUrIJxCcXnA&feature=related <br /><br />Other ones are as follows:<br /><br /><object width="420" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2w6NyE5dlC4?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2w6NyE5dlC4?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="420" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CS4nLI2ZX8?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5CS4nLI2ZX8?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="420" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4KTLDNpv0mc?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4KTLDNpv0mc?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="420" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x5UjceuIZ2o?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x5UjceuIZ2o?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="385"></embed></object>Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-427563725974183912010-09-07T08:44:00.003+05:302010-09-07T09:08:38.338+05:30School Jaana Hai.....These days, my morning starts with seeing off my two best "school going" pals and that has led me to start demanding that I too be sent to the school. My papa feels that it is too early for me to demand that....While jury is still not out on that demand, here are some videos that he feels, bolsters his case for not sending me to the playschool. While first two are more about my developing feminine side with latter ones showing my fearless side....<br /><br /><object width="420" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufuSg4KtphE?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufuSg4KtphE?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="420" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6JfQljEWXzI?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6JfQljEWXzI?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="420" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4C39_QfQd4?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D4C39_QfQd4?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="420" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0mxjBTBJRs?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y0mxjBTBJRs?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="385"></embed></object>Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-50988736295133393952010-09-06T08:44:00.003+05:302010-09-06T09:24:14.415+05:3022nd Monthly BirthdayI have completed 22 months on 3rd September and my mom decided to celebrate it with the usual cake cutting ceremony. My papa was present this time after missing it on two previous ocassions because of his visit to hills. However, work kept him busy till 9 pm, and we could not leave before to buy my birthday cake. By the time we did, all the bakeries were already shut; but not that of Hotel Galaxy.....So, we went in and bought a very good looking rectangular shape Swiss Cream Chocolate Honey cake.....My Rudra bhai and I was giving company to my mom while papa waited outside in his car......His wait kept getting longer and longer as I & my Rudra bhai decided to do some running inside the hotel lobby; which was later cut short by my mom who played a spoilsport by forcing us out, much against our wishes........We took no time to found another attraction- this time a wedding reception band playing music....... <em><strong>"mumma dancie karna hai"</strong></em> (mumma, I want to dance) was my next demand- I proposed and mumma disposed.....but my plan was washed away by heavy rains leaving us to no option but get inside the waiting car......Papa heaved a sigh of relief as his unending wait finally ended.......At home, I took my Rudra bhai's help to cut the cake and announce to everyone that I am a 22 month old kid now! Pictures from my 22nd monthly birthday cake cutting ceremony will have to wait as my Ashu chacha has to download them on to his computer....<br /><br />Next day i.e. Saturday was spent at the school exhibition at Epicentre in Gurgaon........I visited many prospective schools, bullied some kids at some of the stalls, got a tattoo printed on my arms and also made attendants gift me some skethch pens.....Later, we went to Sandeep uncle's house for a dinner with Rajan uncle and his www.nurseryadmissions.com family........<br /><br />Sunday was spent at home as my papa was away at the school exhibition......needless to say that it was very dull for me.......Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-52700108302255744002010-08-30T07:59:00.004+05:302010-08-30T09:00:36.876+05:30My Favourite PhrasesWith a plastic fan in my left hand and moving it from left to right and back, I ask Jeenu- <strong>"जीनू हवा आ रही है "</strong> (meaning can you feel the wind blowing into your face")......Well, who cares how far he is from the reach/area of influence of that hand fan- it's the intent that matters!<br /><br />A daily night circus is at full display- Jeenu not eating his dinner and my Shikha chachee is running after him- when I came up with an instant solution. I pick up my papa's phone and start to dial a number......Even before my papa could open his mouth to enquire, I was ready with my explanation- <strong>"मैं मोंस्टर को डायल कर रहा हूँ"</strong> (meaning I am calling monster).......and the conversation starts- <strong>"हेल्लो मोंस्टर, जल्दी आओ जीनू खाना नहीं खा रहा है" </strong> (Monster come quickly, Jeenu is not eating his dinner)......Guess what...timid jeenu gulps everything in a tizzy!<br /><br />Opening our bedroom door in a fit of rage, I thunder- <strong>"जीनू रूम में नहीं जाऊंगा"</strong> (I will never go inside Jeenu's room)......Reason????? Well, a fight had broken between me and my Rudra bhai after I felt shortchanged, so I banged his bedroom's door at him and came out........Well, this gets repeated few times in the day but then I don't like to keep this pledge .........One reaction that always puzzles me is that of my parents- they laugh everytime they hear me utter that thunderous comment- I don't think there is anything to laugh about it......and, I don't forget to make my displeasure known to them........<br /><br />Well, not all our fights result in that thunderous pledge- some moderate ones elicit a matching reaction- <strong>"जीनू आपके फ्रेंड नहीं बनूँगा"</strong> (Jeenu, I will not be your friend anymore)........<br /><br />And, then there are some fights when I just lose me cool....left with no choice Jeenu runs for cover.......trying his best to avoid that ferocious little sister called "behan"- running after him, eyes wide open, fist in the air , teeth already sharpened for maximum effect........Jeenu knows what is in store for him....his back bears a testimony to one such fight and so does his one arm!<br /><br /><strong>"आलोक ठंडा पानी पीना है"</strong> (Alok, I want to drink chilled water)<br /><br /><strong>"आलोक में कैसा लग रहा हूँ"</strong> (Alok, how am I looking)- right after I changed into a new dress!<br /><br />My mom has just refused me something; what do I do?? Well, I say <strong>"मम्मा गंदी है"</strong>......mom is bad!Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-73289388919433849592010-08-27T09:16:00.002+05:302010-08-27T09:50:51.792+05:30Rakhi FestivitiesOur Raksha-bandhan celebrations started with an earlier than usual shower followed by a visit to Ruchi bua's home. We spent close to an hour at bua's place, playing with their dog- chinki- and also with Sooraj-Chintu bhaiya's son- as everyone else got busy with the festivities. <br /><br />Later at home, I tied the rakhi on my Rudra bhai's hand not forgetting to do it for my Honey didi as well. My Renu bua had sent rakhi for everyone (my parents and Rudra bhai's parents) while my Honey didi sent it for me and Rudra bhai. Renu bua had also sent a letter- written to her brothers- while Honey didi wrote one for us........It was a moving letter indeed- and also a nice way to go back to the good old days of an unwired world! Well, another one from my Veda bua is on its way......<br /><br />Shreya didi- our landlord's daughter- who was waiting for us to come back, too came up and did the ritual with my Rudra bhai. <br /><br />In the evening it was the turn of Liz bua followed by Rinki bua, Archu bua and Mumpy bua......needless to say that my papa's wrists are looking very colourful. Pihu didi (Rinki bua's daughter) got one for us too.......You know Rinki bua's visit always translates into lot of clothes.......She, being a textile designer has a penchant for nice designer clothes and me and my Rudra bhai loves her visits........<br /><br />In between all those festivities, we talked to my dada and dadee several times over phone......and also saw my Renu bua, Rakesh mama and Honey didi over Google video chat........To see my Renu bua's happy face after she saw both of us on video, was the best moment of the day- not that others were not; her relentless pursuit of software and webcam did work in the end!<br /><br />I will be posting pictures later as camera is under repairs-courtesy me!Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-32562397522071970072010-08-19T08:26:00.004+05:302010-08-19T09:00:58.918+05:30Brother-Sister At Their Best!That we eat food watching youtube videos is already known and documented on this platform. As we are growing, our viewing preferences too are changing-from rhymes to songs or informative videos.........One of our personal favourite is the song-"phoolon ka taaron ka sab ka kehna" from movie "Hare Rama Hare Krishna".........My papa recently got an opportunity to shot me and my Rudra bhai together with this song being played in the background.......Do give attention to the lyrics while watching our videos- especially my Rudra bhai's demand for "sound valee kissee" or his act of becoming my horse.......-unforgettable and very very special moments!<br /><br /><object width="415" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/29mBXDt7cVg?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/29mBXDt7cVg?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="415" height="405"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="415" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a5k-jD0eQZs?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a5k-jD0eQZs?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="415" height="405"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="415" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BAiLsFlcuTg?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BAiLsFlcuTg?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="415" height="405"></embed></object><br /><br />Another incident that must be documented for our future reading is something that ocurred night before last.........I was sitting next to my mom when my Rudra bhai bid good night to me; after Shikha chachee instructed him to go to bed.......Seeing my reluctant Rudra bhai enter his room, I called him- "Jeenu idhar aao" meaning Jeenu come here...........and, he ran towards me in no time as if he was waiting for that.........As soon as he came near me, I extended my right cheek towards him and said-"Jeenu idhar kissee karo" (meaning give me a peck here)- he obliged, lovingly so........and then followed my request for a kissee on left cheek as well.......As soon as he finished doing it.....I said- Jeenu good night.......subah milengey (meaning will meet in the morning)........My Rudra bhai had forgotten to give me my "good night kiss" that night!Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-57381455266723816602010-08-18T07:48:00.002+05:302010-08-18T08:41:59.457+05:30Hum Kahan Jaa Rahey Hain!"Hum kahan jaa rahey hain" meaning (where are we going?) is a question that I used to ask every evening moments after stepping inside our car. Earlier, I used to get an instant answer but not anymore- the ploy just doesn't work- my question, is my vehicle to raise a demand to be taken to the Mega Mall.....You must be wondering as to how is this possible? Well, it's simple.....I used to keep repeating the question until I hear "Mega Mall"- hearing which always broadens my smile.........<br /><br />As they changed, so did I. Now I don't ask that question straightaway.......Instead I focus on creating a platform to be able to ask this question from the position of strength- or you may call authority. So, I start identifying buildings starting with Salwan Public School- mumma, dekho school followed by mumma dekho Galakshee mall (see Galaxy mall).........with Alok, dekho Star mall aa gaya (Alok, see Star Mall has come) coming next.......and, then a loud finger pointing statement- mumma, dekho phewl istation (fuel station).......And, by then we reach a red light intersection with road on your right going to Sector 29 while left taking you to Sector 14. Since, I love to be on the other side (more posh and cosmopoliton side), I becomes the navigator ordering- Alok idhar chalo (Alok, go there- take left pointing with my hand- yes I can identify directions with my hand)............Once on that road, I ask my question- Mummua hum kahan jaa rahe hain?.......and without waiting for their answer, I follow it up with my own answer- Mumma hum Mega Mall jaa rahe hain- in no inquisitive tone! At times, their reply comes before my answer and usually it is likely to remain the same- hum market jaa rahe hain(meaning we are going to the market)........And, I give that answer a deserving rejoinder- "nahinnnnnnnnnnnnn" meaning a big no........Hum Mega Mall jaa rahey hain (we are going to the Mega Mall only)........Another intersection comes and I wear my navigator hat again pointing towards my left- Idhar jao (go that side).......and Mega Mall is in sight- mumma dekho......Alok dekho....wo raha Mega Mall (see, there it is)............mission complete!<br /><br />My papa, already tired of taking that same route to Mega mall, took another route on Monday. He wanted a change so he decided to take us to our apartment-currently under construction for last 3 and 1/2 years.......As the route was completely unfamiliar, so I switched from my talking mode to observing mode.........Must I be trying to figure out the way that leads to Mega Mall!Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-141425834924896792010-08-16T08:13:00.014+05:302010-08-16T16:49:25.865+05:30Independence Day- Full MastiIn our country's 64th birthday, my parents saw an opportunity to open me to a wide range of activities to make it memorable for me. It didn't take me much to seize the opportunity and make the best of it.......and what a busy day it turned out to be-ended at 1 am next morning! <br /><br />It all started with a kite flying session in the morning with Amardeep bhaiya (our maid's son). My mom had requested him through his mom the previous day; how kind of him to accept that request! First, he took all of us to the roof top but find it inconvenient for lack of open space. So, we came down, after he decided to do it on the road...........We were following his foot-steps as he was the only kite-flying expert amongst all of us.......<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi8wHqJWWI/AAAAAAAABO0/FzSGM9GiLLw/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi8wHqJWWI/AAAAAAAABO0/FzSGM9GiLLw/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505858079335995746" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi8we1dQbI/AAAAAAAABO8/35j5C-l8Ke0/s1600/1.1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi8we1dQbI/AAAAAAAABO8/35j5C-l8Ke0/s400/1.1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505858085557453234" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi8wzgkRyI/AAAAAAAABPE/ttVYl8coao8/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi8wzgkRyI/AAAAAAAABPE/ttVYl8coao8/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505858091106977570" /></a> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi8xaWVwcI/AAAAAAAABPM/vE_Nvo_cXWY/s1600/3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi8xaWVwcI/AAAAAAAABPM/vE_Nvo_cXWY/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505858101533065666" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi8xxI0R1I/AAAAAAAABPU/yCS02MTv0-Q/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi8xxI0R1I/AAAAAAAABPU/yCS02MTv0-Q/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505858107650361170" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9Az8NflI/AAAAAAAABPc/E3eWImNbOBk/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9Az8NflI/AAAAAAAABPc/E3eWImNbOBk/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505858366100831826" /></a> <br />As soon as the kite flying session got over, I ran away towards the school boundary adjoining the road. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9BI1tYFI/AAAAAAAABPk/47bGzamMWEY/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9BI1tYFI/AAAAAAAABPk/47bGzamMWEY/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505858371710705746" /></a> <br />And, climbed that wall to see the ducks- the school has some birds and ducks in its compound. <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9BRyzEiI/AAAAAAAABPs/G1a_ulZmW-I/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9BRyzEiI/AAAAAAAABPs/G1a_ulZmW-I/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505858374114415138" /></a> <br />My Rudra bhai joined me soon thereafter. In the video, you will again notice the difference between my Rudra bhai's fearful and my fearless nature- my Rudra bhai asked for Shikha chachee's help while I did it myself-however, he made amends seeing me climb it on my own. <br /><br /><object width="415" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MXTN6XvwW5g?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MXTN6XvwW5g?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="415" height="405"></embed></object><br /><br />In the evening, my parents decided to take me to the Ambeince Mall- pity that Gurgaon has nothing other than malls for recreation purpose- and everything in mall comes for a price. We are thankful to God that we can pay for some of the things at display in those malls; but what about others- not so priviledged ones from the society?????- well, Amardeep bhaiya had an answer....didn't he???? <br /><br />As soon as we entered the mall, I saw kids doing bungy jumping. I told my papa-"Alok mujhe bhi jump karna hai" (meaning Alok, I want to do the jumping)......He went to the organiser who refused as soon as he heard my age. Citing his refusal, my papa took me towards the elevator but I was in no mood to relent and started crying.......But my mood changed as soon as we reached at the entrance of the Fun City..........My papa bought some credit and with that started a series of rides and games beginning with the Samba Balloon......All the pictures and videos will tell you the story.....<br /><br /><strong>Samba Balloon Ride-</strong> <br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9B8TfkQI/AAAAAAAABP0/fhqXtxgD3tQ/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9B8TfkQI/AAAAAAAABP0/fhqXtxgD3tQ/s400/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505858385525838082" /></a><br /><object width="415" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vhfnvArpTXQ?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vhfnvArpTXQ?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="415" height="405"></embed></object><br /><br /><strong>Horse Ride-</strong><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9CB5dsLI/AAAAAAAABP8/qm7bOS-eK0M/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9CB5dsLI/AAAAAAAABP8/qm7bOS-eK0M/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505858387027275954" /></a><br /><object width="415" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kOoobg8Cq-U?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kOoobg8Cq-U?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="415" height="405"></embed></object><br /><br /><strong>Motor Rides</strong><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9TT6PVPI/AAAAAAAABQM/bpxoRW0cRSQ/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9TT6PVPI/AAAAAAAABQM/bpxoRW0cRSQ/s400/11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505858683920143602" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9TLBWejI/AAAAAAAABQE/CrrTV3TDsbc/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9TLBWejI/AAAAAAAABQE/CrrTV3TDsbc/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505858681534052914" /></a><br />Soon our credit got over and we came out of the Fun City........My papa bought me an ice-cream and as soon as we started walking towards to the basement car parking, I again saw kids doing the bungy jumping.....and started crying. My papa again took me to the organiser and this time, he agreed as my papa told him to do it at less than usual speed.......So, he took the money and gave me my ticket- rolling it on my wrist.....<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9Ty60mtI/AAAAAAAABQU/XZzGuPAC25M/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9Ty60mtI/AAAAAAAABQU/XZzGuPAC25M/s400/12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505858692244085458" /></a> I was finding it difficult to wait and would climb the stairs everytime that pulley slowed down for taking in the new jumber......But, I had to wait as they had to arrange for a harness of my size.....<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9Ub0ilJI/AAAAAAAABQc/GeVGxVeLAE8/s1600/13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9Ub0ilJI/AAAAAAAABQc/GeVGxVeLAE8/s400/13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505858703223592082" /></a><br />And when my turn came, I was visibly excited about the unknown- here is the video of that entire jump......<br /><br /><object width="415" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ws0wIWVPxj8?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ws0wIWVPxj8?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="415" height="405"></embed></object><br /><br />Bungy jumping over, time to go home........As it was getting late, we thought it best to eat on our way back home......The restaurant had closed by then but my papa managed to get some chicken wings for me- I love them- see it for yourself <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9oa4XgFI/AAAAAAAABQ0/t0yLVTZI7Mk/s1600/16.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9oa4XgFI/AAAAAAAABQ0/t0yLVTZI7Mk/s400/16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505859046568591442" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9oOTo3EI/AAAAAAAABQs/cC_5KApB_Y8/s1600/15.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9oOTo3EI/AAAAAAAABQs/cC_5KApB_Y8/s400/15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505859043193314370" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9VTrvaZI/AAAAAAAABQk/Q0bpAivYOik/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9VTrvaZI/AAAAAAAABQk/Q0bpAivYOik/s400/14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505858718219069842" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9pl6a57I/AAAAAAAABRE/cc6kUJY0VFo/s1600/18.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9pl6a57I/AAAAAAAABRE/cc6kUJY0VFo/s400/18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505859066709862322" /></a> Chicken wings were very hot, good that Santoshi didi carried my water bottle.....All these pictures were taken in the moving car.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9pL9hsgI/AAAAAAAABQ8/sPtY68D274I/s1600/17.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9pL9hsgI/AAAAAAAABQ8/sPtY68D274I/s400/17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505859059743568386" /></a><br />As we reached home, my chacha, chachee and Rudra bhai were busy watching the ending part of movie "Love Aajkal".......As the movie was about to end, they chose to retire for the day. But, me and my mom had different plans.......As the movie ends with one of my favourite dance numbers, we both started dancing to the music of that song- you know I had seen this movie in the hall, when I was small. Here is the video of me follow my mom's dance steps.......<br /><br /><object width="415" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gqbXnubpSJY?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gqbXnubpSJY?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="415" height="405"></embed></object><br /><br />15th August ended with the ending of our dancing session. However, I was still in no mood to sleep; so, I started painting on the floor and this is what I painted.....<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9qKCd8YI/AAAAAAAABRM/BOPDV4T8PFY/s1600/19.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGi9qKCd8YI/AAAAAAAABRM/BOPDV4T8PFY/s400/19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505859076407292290" /></a><br />As the clock was ticking away towards 1 am, my mom forced me to go to sleep.As we are compiling this post, it seems to me as if we had packed few days of stuff in a single day. Happy Independence Day!Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-61698484003757473342010-08-15T08:51:00.007+05:302010-08-15T09:56:32.951+05:30Mumma School Jaana HaiMy Rudra bhai has already started going to school- Mother's Pride- since, his school starts early, I don't get to see him during most of the mornings barring weekends. However, that doesn't stop me from asking about Jeenu as soon as I wake up.......... followed by an every day statement in a complaining tone (which sometimes changes and ends with a question mark)-"mumma school jaana hai" meaning mumma I want to go to school as well..........<br /><br />With my Rudra bhai starting his school, my normal day has been divided into two parts- frst part starts with the time when I wake up and ends as soon as I spot my Rudra bhai climbing up the stairs........while second part starts as soon as he gets in........15 minutes prior to his scheduled time of arrival, my activity level goes up considerably- with me running several times between the gallery and back to my mom working in front of her computer- my one liners, however remains same "mumma Jeenu aaney waala hai" meaning mumma Jeenu is about to reach home........And, as soon as I spot him, it changes to "Mumma Jeenu aa gaya" meaning mumma, Jeenu has come at the top of my voice.........We, then make him sit around the table with me and my chachee quizzing him about the happenings in the school.........My father was home to record one such "after school" quizzing session........As my Jeenu bhai had complained about his mam (perhaps cab attendant) eating his biscuits the previous day, so first thing I was did was to check his tiffin box and you must see and hear my reaction- again at the top of my voice and in a complaining tone........<br /><br /><object width="425" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfdEUH9rC-0?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfdEUH9rC-0?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="405"></embed></object><br /><br />All these quizzing sessions and other school related objects and incidents are good enough to keep fueling my desire to go to school- a desire that gets manifested in many cute moments........One such incident was captured beautifully one evening in a picture when a thought came to my mind from nowhere- "mitthi ko school jaana hai" meaning mitthi wants to go to school. Left with no option, my mom strapped my Rudra bhai's old school bag on my back.........And, my Rudra bhai couldnt stop himself from following my line........<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGdd_ouLcyI/AAAAAAAABOs/6Enxm-XDzeU/s1600/upload.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TGdd_ouLcyI/AAAAAAAABOs/6Enxm-XDzeU/s400/upload.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505472417327969058" /></a> Well today is our country's Independence day and I need to end this post as I have to go to rooftop for a kite flying session with one bhaiya- our maid's son- who agreed to visit our house for this- so kind of him.....Thank you bhaiya and Happy Independence Day!Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-43056647026491048822010-08-14T08:17:00.004+05:302010-08-14T08:30:52.900+05:30Who Says Sofas .................................can only be used for "seating" purpose; we use it for a completely different purpose- as an obstacle course....... See<br /><br /><object width="425" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_6Y5LhwRTw?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_6Y5LhwRTw?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />By now, you might have noticed the change that age brings- my Rudra bhai is bit "careful" while trying to climb that sofa; as against his, my approach is "fearless"........Actually speaking, that's what advancing age does to everyone- makes you more fearful.....On another note, I think it's foolish to blame age for that transformation......It is rather an ever increasing list of do's & dont's that is to be blamed for this change from a born fearless species to fearful creatures..........For now, I am fearless and I am enjoying it to the fullest as you might have noticed and will further see in my other video that is going to be uploaded after this!Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-60552158201921049812010-08-12T11:09:00.006+05:302010-08-14T08:31:32.057+05:30Ghuguti Basuti, Love and AffectionEveryone in our household was busy watching a "for kids reality show" when I & my Rudra bhai started playing/singing <a href ="http://ghughutibasuti.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post_25.html" target=_new> ghughuti basuti </a> (a song, that kids hear during their childhood across the length and breadth of Uttarakhand- for more information or to understand the meaning/background of this song, please read comments and the post itself on the link given above).......In the video shown below, you will notice that our mutual love and affection is at full display-incidentally the song that we are singing is about the love of a brother and a sister........Enjoy!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UlPlA2aAybo&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UlPlA2aAybo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-2916148523253913112010-08-11T10:21:00.003+05:302010-08-11T11:00:34.487+05:30Laddu Khana Hai!"Laddu khana hai" meaning I want to eat <a href ="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laddu" target=_new> Laddu</a> has been my favourite phrase as we used to drive past temple on our way to Mega Mall- happened twice in as many days- My parents related that comment to my past visits to that temple along with my Rudra bhai and thought that all I am asking for is to be taken to the temple to eat the prasad (offerings).........It took them a drive past Gulab- a sweet shop of MG Road to understand their folly..........Yesterday night, as we drove past that shop- my first- I began asking for Laddu, repeating my "Laddu khana hai" statement many times.......And, this time I was on a mission.......leaving them with no option but to take me inside that shop.....<br /><br />Once inside, I went straight to the display counter and pointing my fingers at the "Laddu" said- "Yeh khana hai" meaning I want to eat this........My papa told the attendant to pack one kg and bagan taking out money.........But, I was in a mood to shop more........and pointed my finger @ <a href ="http://www.lyallpur.co.in/sweets.html" target=_new> Ras bhari petha</a> followed by those big atta laddoo (wheat flour).........The attendant couldn't stop smiling and handing me a piece of Kaju barfi and petha said- "yeh sabse chotee umar kee shopper hai" meaning she is the youngest of my shoppers............<br /><br />Needless to say that my parents are happy at my ability to start using my sense of taste!Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-21356242036882204412010-08-09T09:06:00.007+05:302010-08-09T09:59:58.662+05:30My New Friend "Babloo"While my father was away in the hills, I managed to develop a new friendship with someone called "Babloo"........And, I meet "Babloo" several times a day- just after I wake up, during the day and also before I go to sleep......I like to play with it......I love it because it never hits back when I throw it........it is very obedient and follows my instructions to the "T"......"Babloo" has a peculiar habit of not moving till I ask it to do so- it never comes out of his home till I pull him out...........Do you wanna meet my friend "Babloo"????? So here he comes......<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TF994HzmWGI/AAAAAAAABOc/wF_eDubS1AU/s1600/imagesCAEEWBMP.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TF994HzmWGI/AAAAAAAABOc/wF_eDubS1AU/s400/imagesCAEEWBMP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503255672791652450" /></a><br />You know "babloo" has got an inverted twin brother called "Emm"....They are so similar to each other that I get confused between the two- latest being yesterday as we drove past "McDonald's"........As soon as I saw it, I couldn't help saying- "bye Babloo hum shaam ko milengey"- (meaning- Bye Babloo, we will meet in the evening) ......It wasn't much before I realised my mistake and corrected myself........So, do you want to meet the twin brother of "Babloo"......Here he comes: <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TF9-kwdO4JI/AAAAAAAABOk/dfC68o4Gm8E/s1600/imagesCA5XJ5MB.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 82px; height: 82px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2DuM9OFrbig/TF9-kwdO4JI/AAAAAAAABOk/dfC68o4Gm8E/s400/imagesCA5XJ5MB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503256439617937554" /></a><br />Although, I have 24 other friends but they are not as cute and beautiful as "Babloo" and "Emm".....Thus, my every date with my alphabet board starts with "Babloo" and "Emm".......<br /><br />Thank you mama-papa for buying me that "Alphabet board"......they bought that from a handicraft showroom called "Anokhee" inside Galaxy Mall....Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-36348725909705869292010-07-29T09:49:00.002+05:302010-07-29T09:53:34.316+05:30Fever, Rudra Bhai & Me!Rains, humidity, heat and air-conditioned room temperature is a heady-mix of potent ingredients for concocting a love potion for all sorts of infections..........well, we did manage to concoct one too........ and Fever/Throat/Cough hasn't left our home since past 3 days- first it was my dadee followed by me, Rudra hai, Santoshi didi and Shikha chachee in that order.........However, unlike our seniors, we both go back to our usual running and jumping around routine as soon as Crocin begins to act.........<br /><br />Even 102F fever cannot stop my Rudra bhai from asking for a peck on his cheek......"behan ek kiss-see karo bhaiya ko" (meaning sister- give a kiss to your brother)..........He proposed and I disposed........but he was quick to retort........"aawaaz nahin aayee" (meaning there was no matching sound).......knowing what he meant, I again kissed my brother's cheeks and this time with enough muuuuuuuuuuuwaaaaaah sound...........Trust me, my brother is extremely loving and I am no less either........Consider this, I woke up at 12 in the night and started walking towards my Jeenu bhai's room.......papa asked me- "where are you going"........to which I replied- "Jeenu paaaas" (meaning I am going to meet Jeenu-Rudra bhai's nick).......And, I was in the room much before their hands could reach me..........My mummy-papa and dada-dadee (busy chit-chatting) couldn't stop laughing as they saw me come out nto utter in complaining voice-"sab so gaye" .......Yes, you guessed it right- Rudra bhai, chachaa and chachee were fast asleep........<br /><br />Even a petty fever can't keep us separate- perhaps, reason why we both have it!!!Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-669041026852601549.post-61761285086968557152010-07-26T08:30:00.005+05:302010-07-26T09:19:29.469+05:30No Blogging But A Nice Surprise!Despite all his promises, my papa hasn't been able to update my blog for long now; owing to his pre-occupation with his new found passion-his outdoors startup- which keeps him busy in hills with no internet connectivity........He came back to Gurgaon Saturday morning after spending close to 10 days in hills......In between, he did manage to squeeze in a 5 hour quick-fire trip to Gurgaon just to meet me on 19th after he couldn't cope up with the long break from me......So, he took a flight to Delhi and reached our Gurgaon home at 4 pm to leave for Dehradun, 5 hours later by a night train .....I was fast asleep when he arrived; so my dadee told my papa to be careful not to wake me up from my sleep.......But, I had completely different plans and as soon as I heard his voice, I started smiling with closed eyes-that was more than enough for my papa not to heed to my dadee's instructions......he took "smiling" me into his lap- an act to which I reciprocated with a nice warm hug.....Soon, my Rudra bhai joined me in my father's arms- a missed photo-op but a great surprise....<br /><br />With my papa back in Gurgaon, I hope that blogging will be back on track....My dada and dadee are also with us after completing their trip to Shirdi for the darshan of Bhagwan Sri Sai Baba. You know I can recognise Baba......My papa says that I am also a devotee of Baba as I always bow my head before Him whenever I see His picture or a statue.........Infact, my Rudra bhai and Ridhima didi do that as well.<br /><br />I am ending this post with a video that was shot inside a pub- after I gatecrashed it - from a neighbouring restaurant we went dining for.........You can see my shadow dancing to the loud music.....And, no it isn't a video from our past gatecrashings..........So, here it comes....<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2H26rCwE9yY&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2H26rCwE9yY&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Reveda Prisha Umankshi Bhatthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15419352488794839539noreply@blogger.com0