Sunday, May 08, 2011

Hello Again!


I hope you remember me. I am the one who told you that world is a strange place. I am seven months old now and I still maintain it.

The first thing that disturbs me is that no one understands even simple things here. When I tell them that I am hungry, my mom tries to make me sleep; when I yell to change a toy, my father checks my diapers and when I scream to get the television channel changed my parents turn it off. The people here are too dumb to learn my language and I even do not see any effort on their part. I have decided that I will have to pick up theirs.

Dear lord had also told me that when I go into this world, my parents would always be at my beck and call. They were supposed to cater me all the time and they did that for few initial months but now their sincerity is gone. Whenever I am sleeping or am busy with a toy, they try to give me a slip. Since they understand nothing but my wails, I have to resort to it to call them back.

I should also tell you that people here are too scared to try new tastes. My parents give me only milk, banana and few other things. Even when I ask, they refuse to offer their palm, mobile and beautiful shining poly bags. With their little assistance I could have explored zillion other tastes but still I have managed to taste bed sheets, books and some other things I would not like to name. Someone please tell these grownups that their life is so tasteless.

Also no one here cares about the environment. Even I know that plastics are bad for this world but they keep me surrounded by it. I have one on which they make my bed, another one for my pram and a large third which is below the entire bed sheet. I tried to reason with them that I do not like its sound; neither its taste but then they handed me a rattle instead. God save me from these morons!

I should also tell you that in this strange world, I have found a real friend. He has been with me from the time I was born. He was present in the hospital when I came, he was in my Grandmother’s place and now when I have come to my new home in Kolkata, he is here too. He quietly lives on the roof and listens to everything that I have to say. In the beginning we could not connect but as summer approached, on seeing me his three wings have started rotating with joy.

You remember last time we met; my parents had not given me a name. I feared that as lazy they were, they could have numbered me instead. Once I even overheard my father formulating hypotheses that since all good names were exhausted, people were soon going to number their kids. He wanted to reserve number ‘One’ for me as no one had taken it but the idea did not appeal my mom.

After intense efforts they finally managed to name me Aariv, meaning the king of wisdom.

Since you are my friend, I will share with you a secret. From the time I came into this world, I have been checking out people. Everybody was good but a beautiful lady stood completely out. She took great care of me and remained with me all the time. She has partially managed to understand what I say and now I want her to be with me all the time. As she might feel jealous, I have stopped going out with other people when she is around. I think I have fallen in love with her.

Oh yes, I forgot to wish her, Happy Mother’s day mom.

19 comments:

Anonymous said...

It's awesome Bhaiya.. too good :)

Cheenoo..

Cosmic Voices said...

:)

vandana said...

hi anurag, read your blog a few days back -- you write beautifully, keep doing
it .... simply --- vandana

Abhinav Parate said...

Finally, naam to aaya!

Ankush Srivastava said...

hi Aariv...sooo cute.....inee jaldi likhna bhe seekh gae...

Ankush Srivastava said...

hi...Aariv sooo cute pic inni jaldi blogs likhna bhe seekh gae...gud..:-)

Lekha said...
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Just Simple said...

@Cheenoo : Thanks

@Cosmic Voices: follow me :P

@vandana maam : Thanks you maam :)

@Lekha: Thanks :)

VS said...

Ha. nice musing

VS said...

Ha. nice musing

Maya said...

Hi Anurag...very 'simply' said! Nice style of writing.

suyash speaks said...

lovely writing chacha...

--- anshu

suyash speaks said...

lovely writing lovi chacha...

-- anshu

flamingo said...

woowwww......... sho shweet .....

Rajkumar Upadhyay said...

Hi Sir,
I got your blog after long time. You don't know me but I have been following you since 1992, when you got in IAS.
Your writing skill is awesome.
Now a days I am in Chicago and found your blog after searching on net.
Baby is so cute..

lekha said...

How are you Aariv? Have you reached year one? In our native language, Ariv(spelt with one 'a') means knowledge

lekha said...

Hello Aariv, how are you? Have you turned one yet? In our native language, Ariv, spelt with a short 'a' means knowledge.

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Deepshikha said...

Wow!!! Such detail.. Really nice and cute..:) :) :)
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