Okk so another post on Baby George.....

The other day I was fighting with my sister on something.... and I was screaming at her asking her to behave herself..... all this time Baby George was hovering around us trying to make sense of the two important women in his life..... so I dint particularly pay attention to him.... till I suddendly saw a 3 ft tall Baby George climb us the sofa and with authority screaming at me to stop shouting at him mom!!! and if that was not enough he brandished the ruler that he had carried with him on his climb to the sofa and in a really threatening manner pointed the ruler at me and said "Samjhe? (in English - Understood?)"...... it was such a cute sight that my sister and me burst out laughing...

and then I picked up the 3 ft tall Chengiz Khan, put him down on the ground, towered over him and asked him "So what do you want me to understand?" hahahah...

So Baby George loves going out....no great surprise there... he was always a vagabond like his aunt... as is his mother and bigger brother....

So everytime we plan to go out, Baby George runs to the drawer, gets his favourite shorts and t-shirt and brings it to me to dress him up... most often the shorts and t-shirt are badly mismatched... but Baby George will have none of the advice on colour co-ordination and will insist on wearing what he picked out.... so there is Baby George in his badly colour - coordinated clothes and standing 3 feet tall ready to go out with his family....

and nowdays I have started playing tricks with him.... so once Baby George is all dressed and ready to go I tell him that his "nanny " needs help around the house and that he should help out... so I ask him to go back into the house and help out didi.... Baby George gets all crumpled up and starts saying 'nahi,mujhe jana hai' and starts walking towards the lift... again i stop him and tell him "who will do all the work in the house then?'... and in a last ditch effort he looks pleadingly at his mom who also decides to look away from him... and finally he just bolts towards the lift when it opens so that he is not forced into working at home....

hahaha... I just love troubling Baby George....

A witchy tale

I have a thing for dancing toys... long back on my first work related trip to London, I went and bought a dancing cactus... Carlos (my nickname for the cactus) was my prized possession till 2003.... in 2003, Christy was introduced to Carlos... and then the memory is all too painful...

so on my recent trip to Eastern Europe, while roaming around the markets of Prague I chanced upon something that would replace my Carlos - a dancing witch!!! The witch was seated on a broom and when you clap, the witch would shake her legs, let out a raucous laugh and shine her red eyes... ofcourse I had to buy it....

so I came back to India with my new prized possession and hung it delicately on my lamp..... and soon at parties people would marvel at the witch ( I stil dont have a nick name)... and one of my friends even attempted to steal it away quietly from me..... all in all the witch was a big hit!!!

Except with Baby George.... Everytime Baby George comes to my house he is fascinated by the witch.... so slowly he inches closer towards the witch to explore the new addition in my house..... and then as soon as he is close, I clap my hands (the mean aunt that I am) and when the witch starts her raucouse laugh, Baby George flees to the other end of the room!!!!! hahahaha... what a cute sight.... he holds his mothers leg and watches from far..... sometimes ofcourse Christy picks him up and brings him close to the witch only to have a yelping Baby George escape from his clutches and bolt to the other end of the room.....

all in all amusing for me....... the witch just lost a leg due to Christy.... so I am thinking of naming her "Grondola - witch without a leg"

Happiness is a choice.....

Good to know....

Ok.... I am excited about what lies ahead.....

In other news, Baby George is a grown up boy now ... he is all of 3 feet talll and comes up to my knees.... sometimes when he is scared that I will walk away or just simply scared he grabs my legs..... and I feel most special that time..... he is so tiny also.... he is I think the thinnest person in the family .......

I think my sister eats his food....

Is age catching up with me? There was a time when I would thrive on deadlines and having conference calls at 2 in the morning..

No more... in fact I get irritated whenever work extends beyond 9 ..... or even when I have to work on Sat and Sunda.... even worse when I have to do a call at 12 in the night!

What is happening to me?? Am I slowing down? Why do I find it strenous now?

Hopefully the changes over the next few months will help me realise what I want....

Ok... everyday is a day of evaluation .... or thats what you are supposed to do ....

I think I might have overreacted and judged a situation completely wrongly... and when I get pissed, I stay pissed....... I was ofcourse not disrespectful or anything... as always I smiled and said " No problems".... but I guess my facial expressions would have given away my anger and absolute frustration...

Should I change?? or will the world accept me as I am? if I dont change, then am I the one who is losing out?

A valuable lesson I have learned is- always behave properly with people.... you never know when and where you are going to meet them again..... and how the equations would have changed....

Sometimes your reputation precedes you.... and it is always best if you start with a good reputation than a bad one....

Note to myself: dont fight with taxi drivers or my own driver.

Whew!!

What can I say about life.... its bewildering at times and tests your patience... you really have no control over some of the events that occur which leave you reeling under shock.... and leaves you wondering whether you will ever emerge out of this whirlwind that has just come your way...

In other news Baby George luckily didnt figure out that his aunt had forgotten his b'day... so he was still kind to me when I went to visit... and I took him to see Ajab Prem ki Ghazab Kahani... and he was laughing out loud at the jokes in the movie... made me wonder whether I was sitting with a baby genius who doesnot have enough sense to make sure his finger does not get caught in between the door but understands complicated hindi jokes??? hmmm......anyways Baby George also started walking around the theatre in the middle and disturbing other movie watchers... adding much to the distress of his aunt who apologised to innocent movie goers for the invasion of privacy by a nosey Baby George...

Bday

It was Baby George's bday yesterday... and I forgot to wish him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am wrecked by guilt... shall i fill up his room with balloons?

Some more pics of my trip to Delhi. A new friend who has become a follower of this blog was very appreciative of my ability to take pictures. Hmmm...

I am seriously considering doing a photography course in New York in the coming year. I think I will.

My visit to Delhi

I love Delhi and its architecture.... so on my bday I decided to go off and do some sightseeing of Delhi..... Delhi is a photographers paradise..... it has ancient monuments, gardens, lovely parks... the works!! and if you are lucky you also get to see a politican or two.... so these are some of the pics I took - though I have to say that I was disappointed with my camera this time..... anyways more later...

Baby George had his first major accident... he got his finger jammed in the door.... apparently his bone was sticking out and there was blood all over.... so now Baby George walks around with a cast on his finger.... it is quite a cute sight actually...

so when I went to visit him he showed me the cast and said "hospital"... and then when I admonished him for putting his finger between the door he came and kicked me for scolding him....

well the kid certainly knows how to get past his disability.....

why is it easier to look at the bad things around you and overlook the good? Is it somewhere deep down we are all wired to believe that one must only look out for the bad?

How different would the world look if only you sought out the good. There is so much of it happening around us.... just look.....hear... see....

Baby George and reading

So Baby George was nursing a cold and fever .... so his ever concerned aunt went to meet him....

But when I entered the house Baby George who was sitting and watching SRK belt out a foot tapping song on TV, on seeing me, suddenly decided to grab a "Tinkle" comic and pretend that he was reading.... my sister and I were really amused at his sudden interest in a book which I am sure he will take another year to figure out what is happening......

ofcourse the good aunt that I was - I went and picked him and put him on my lap... and Baby George sat snug in my arms till I left for office... without a book mind you...

So I am a little distressed by an event that should ordinarily have been a source of great joy.... the recent infighting in the BJP and with the latest expulsion of Jaswant Singh from the BJP has caused me concern... why you ask?

Cos I fear our democracy is going to the dogs... okkk we have a coalition government at the Centre so it is unlikely that one single party will have too much sway... but I always saw the emergence of an "alternate" option to the Congress as a great sign of our democracy... one of the tenents Nehru always based his parliamentary behaviour on was the respect he gave the opposition (ofcourse he didnt have much)..... but that is sign of a functional democracy... a vibrant, aggresive, opposition who is ready to cut the government to size if required.... I feel opposition parties do as much service to the nation as the serving government...

So to see my opposition splintering is really sad... I hope BJP gets their act together... something I never thot I would say.... I also hope they stop playing divisive politics....

Patriotic Duty

So SRK got frisked in the US... and the cool guy he is, when asked whether he think all americans should also be frisked when on visit to India, he responded by saying "Well if Angelina Jolie is coming to India, I wouldnt mind frisking her at all..".... Hmmm... very funny and witty response.

ofcourse I am also ready to volunteer to frisk foreign nationals in the interest of the nation... particularly in retaliation against the unfair treatment meted out to Indians abroad... so bring on Hugh Jackman for all the atrocities against the Indians in Australia.... and then bring on Bradley Cooper (the guy in Hangover) for the trouble that SRK went through in the US.

Things you have to do for the country!

Love Aaj Kal

I watched Love Aaj Kal yday... and I have to say I loved the concept... two parallel love stories being told ... from two different eras... I especially loved the love of the yesteryears.... with respect to the Deepika and Saif's modern day love story I got really baffled... I mean I consider myself to be one of those people who are part of the "modern day" love story and I just could not relate to it.... first of all the concept of break up party, then the concept of continuing to talk to your ex about everything in your life, continuing to miss someone and not acknowledging it.... I just dont buy that today's generation is all so confused about love.....

But perhaps the younger generation does complicate matters..... they consider a lot of factors while deciding on a life partner... and also perhaps take more time.... and question more... and perhaps even are ready to walk out at the slightest problem.... I am not sure whether this is a new generation factor but yes nobody I know will actually spot a woman, follow her around without speaking to her and then marry her.....

So ever since Baby George started attending school his vocalbulary has jumped to 10 words!! yay.... so now Baby George regales his aunt (who is an infrequent visitor to his house nowadays), with new words that he has learned in school... So Baby George nows says "Gande Bache" and "Sala" with the flourish of a pro....

The most recent conversation I had with him was when he started asking "Whats ur name?" ... so he would point to his mother and ask me "Whats ur name?" and when I would respond by saying his mothers actual name he would mock me and say she is "mummy"... and then he would turn to me and ask "Whats ur name?" and when I replied saying "Alice" he mocked me again and said "Vavaaunty".... hmm... so the kid was pretty determined to stick to the information he had... and finally in exaperation I asked him "What's ur name?"... which perplexed Baby George no end.... and finally wiping off his confusion he looked me straight in the eye and said "Baby"...

That ends the discussion I suppose - there is no debating.

Baby George fell down and his mum came tumbling after

So that is the latest on Baby George... both he and his mom fell down... Baby George apparently hurt his nose and now sports a scar like a war veteran!.. I say apparently cos I have not yet seen him.... I have never seen Baby George with a scar on his face... hmmm.. must be my something new this year...

Something new also happened in Baby George's life... he went for his first school trip... the school took a bus load of 2 - 3 year olds for a field trip to the Bandra -Worli Sealink.. so officially Baby George was the first one in the family to see the Bandra Worli Sealink... pity he didnt understand the import of the majestic structure in Mumbai.... next time I took him in my car and he promptly slept off....

Sad Day

Michael Jackson is dead. I feel really sad about this - dont know why. Its like an icon you grew up with suddenly passed away... I was first introduced to MJ by my brother who played the thriller video for my sister and me - we must have been all of 6 or 7 at that time... i remember having got really scared seeing all those scary figures walking around and watched the entire video clutching onto my brothers arms...

As I grew older I resolved that one day I would watch a MJ concert live... ofcourse I kept postponing the whole idea for a time that would be "better".... I regret that now - I wish I had the opportunity to see him perform live somewhere....

I guess life is short - one must watch all the concerts today itself!

Recently a friend pointed out to me that I am someone who waits for other people to have fun and then join them! I never go out and do things which I consider to be fun... That got me thinking - Do I really wait on the sidelines? do I really wonder who next is going to do something fun?

Anyways so I decided that if that is the case I shall wait no more - the fun is going to start now. Now if only someone would tell me how to have fun....:)

Some of the pictures I took on my holiday to Eastern Europe - I went to Hungary, Slovakia, Czech and Poland

I loved Poland the best... it was such a magical country... but the weather was really dull and hence the pictures were not really good... or it could be that I dont have a nice enough camera to take proper snaps... hmm.. who can I con into buying me a high tech SLR camera?

Schools and Baby George

So Baby George has started going to school....

sister says initially it was exciting for Baby George to get dressed every morning to go out in a taxi.... he must have thot - "Wow, my mom is so cool - she takes me out everyday"..... till the realisation dawned on him that he was wearing the same clothes everyday and ugly shoes (he was not allowed to wear his funky green shoes)..... so after a few days Baby George started showing my sister the way out of school....

Anyways I decided to go and pick up Baby George from school one day.... so there I was waiting along with anxious parents waiting for the school bell to ring... 15 mins, 20 mins, 30 mins... and then... the BELL RANG! And suddenly there was a swarm of little yellow creatures coming directly at me... I was almost ready to swat some of these creatures before I was totally swarmed .... till I realised that they were tiny little people coming out of the class and running towards the freedom of the bus... they were so tiny - they were not even as tall as my knee... and most were holding hands of their classmates and looking at the adults as if looking at some dangerously overgrown acacia trees ... infact I saw some of the little ones picking up mud and stones enroute to the bus - in defensive strategy I would think....

Ofcourse Baby George was missing in all this commotion.... my sister and I went frantically searcing for our own little yellow creature.... only to find him hiding behind a desk and eating his lunch!!! on spotting me standing there Baby George was a bit confused about where he was - he looked around expecting to find himself in Atria mall or something... but quickly regained his composure.... and tucked his lunch box into the really huge bag he was carrying... and promptly ran to his mom and said "Taxi"!

and unlike his classmates he didnt pick up mud or stones en route to the taxi .....

Hi world - so I am back... with exciting news....

Since I last wrote Baby George has joined school... has learnt a few words in Malayalam.... learnt to hit back at Christy (but Christy still lords over the 2 ft Baby George).....