Dear Kabir
It was 6th of Nov 2012, and karvachuth was being celebrated across India, mostly North India. I had not kept the fast, as you know how anti ritualistic both me and your father are, but i did dress up in my most beautiful gold and deep maroon Kanchivaram saree and your father took us out for dinner to Oberoi Trident.
By now you are 3 yrs and 7 months old and you order for yourself. Though you cannot read you make a huge show of choosing from the menu, which is always held upside down, and always order french fries or chicken (just chicken, not any specific dish and we elaborate further for the ease of the waiter) with lemon Ice tea and i have to add without the ice for u (just for the winters). You are just adorable with your perfect table manners and your absolute gentlemanly behavior. Trust me, i'm only wishing there. In reality u cannot sit still for more than 5 sec. The cutlery is always clattering on the plates and the water is spilling and one moment you want to sit on the baby chair and next moment you want to be taken down and run about. Thats why we always have an attendant only for you.
As always you were off with your Reddy bhaiya after you had finished your bun with butter and your grandfather called on your fathers mobile. He wanted to speak to u but you could not be made to do that which he understood. To make up i told him of all your recent activities including your joining dance classes with your friend Yuvraj. He was very proud of you and suggested to me that i should maintain a diary of yours and note down everyday everything you did on that day. A small exercise he wanted to entrust me with and not his son but he also added that its not a compulsion, just a suggestion as he thought it would help you a lot in your future when you would read it, to understand yourself. That is the greatness of your grandfather, to inspire people to do good. It immediately reminded me of this blog which i had started for the same purpose and i was once again overcome with guilt for not keeping up with my own wishes. Just then you came and did the most amazing thing, which reminded me how important it is to document and preserve these moments because they are so you and will always remind all of us what was your thought process when you were growing up and what made you what you will be as a grown up man, our future.
While playing you had bumped into Sehaj and Rehat, two sardar kids, much elder to you and the only way you could describe them was what you wanted to share with me....so you came running to me and announced at the top of your voice "mumma yahan pe na tine bade yuvraj hai" (mumma there are big yuvraj here)...
It was 6th of Nov 2012, and karvachuth was being celebrated across India, mostly North India. I had not kept the fast, as you know how anti ritualistic both me and your father are, but i did dress up in my most beautiful gold and deep maroon Kanchivaram saree and your father took us out for dinner to Oberoi Trident.
By now you are 3 yrs and 7 months old and you order for yourself. Though you cannot read you make a huge show of choosing from the menu, which is always held upside down, and always order french fries or chicken (just chicken, not any specific dish and we elaborate further for the ease of the waiter) with lemon Ice tea and i have to add without the ice for u (just for the winters). You are just adorable with your perfect table manners and your absolute gentlemanly behavior. Trust me, i'm only wishing there. In reality u cannot sit still for more than 5 sec. The cutlery is always clattering on the plates and the water is spilling and one moment you want to sit on the baby chair and next moment you want to be taken down and run about. Thats why we always have an attendant only for you.
As always you were off with your Reddy bhaiya after you had finished your bun with butter and your grandfather called on your fathers mobile. He wanted to speak to u but you could not be made to do that which he understood. To make up i told him of all your recent activities including your joining dance classes with your friend Yuvraj. He was very proud of you and suggested to me that i should maintain a diary of yours and note down everyday everything you did on that day. A small exercise he wanted to entrust me with and not his son but he also added that its not a compulsion, just a suggestion as he thought it would help you a lot in your future when you would read it, to understand yourself. That is the greatness of your grandfather, to inspire people to do good. It immediately reminded me of this blog which i had started for the same purpose and i was once again overcome with guilt for not keeping up with my own wishes. Just then you came and did the most amazing thing, which reminded me how important it is to document and preserve these moments because they are so you and will always remind all of us what was your thought process when you were growing up and what made you what you will be as a grown up man, our future.
While playing you had bumped into Sehaj and Rehat, two sardar kids, much elder to you and the only way you could describe them was what you wanted to share with me....so you came running to me and announced at the top of your voice "mumma yahan pe na tine bade yuvraj hai" (mumma there are big yuvraj here)...
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