Ironic

Its really Ironic, My "wish" to get more time to play was "Granted" by downsizing yet i still do not get time to play with all the job hunting i do all day long.

I would rather not play the game at all i think

correction

Dear God,

When i said i wish i had more time to play my xbox, i did not mean to be laid-off.

Oh well... too late

time

so once upon a time there was a small white box, a bit rectangular with roundish crooked edges and a X mark on the front side with wires coming out fro the back. That particular box had given me company in many a nights , be it rainy or hot summer nights. The many hours i spent with the box are beyond count.

Yet with all the closeness once i had with that item, i haven't seen a glimpse of it once let alone touch it with my had , to feel its warmth , its soft hum , even those dreadful , dreadful red blinking lights on the "X" .

And now that gears of war 3 is out i wish i have time to play my xbox once again :(

dream

Heard a small whimpering cry the other night , reached over and placed my hand on my daughter, saw she was awake, told her its okay,

"bed per ana hai ? " {do you want to come on the bed ?}

small voice "haan" {yes}

me : "Ajao , Kiya howa ? " {come , what happened }

"Honey Bee a gai thi" {a Honey Bee came}

taking her in my arms : "pir ?" {then}

"keh rahi thi mera hap-pap khana hai" {said it wanted to eat my food}

laying her down so now she is lying on my chest

me : "phir kiya howa ? app ney kiya kaha?" {what happened next ? what did you tell it ? }

" main ney kaha naheen " { I said no} , "phir woh mera hap-pap kha gai" { then it ate all my food}

me : "phir kiya howa ? " {what happened next }

"uss ney kaha Thank you " {it said thank you}

End of dream , and she went back to sleep

Happy Birthday

and my daughters 2 today already :)

memories

re-reading "The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy , a trilogy in Four parts " once AGAIN

should have known

of Kids, Dogs and Toys

Its not easy being a father of a highly hyper energetic almost 2 year old (who reached her terrible Two's few months too early) kid. Lately she has decided to make matters more interesting by cutting down on her sleep just so that she gets up at 6am and does not sleep till 9 or 10 pm.

And when she wakes up, she sits up tilts her head and call me in a very cute soft and music-y flowing voice "baabaa". and repeats till i open my eyes to look at her tilted head, mischievous smile, twinkling eyes and the way she holds her "blanky" in between her hands with her thumb going occasionally in her mouth. Its then when she announces "babaa uth gaey hain".

No matter how much i protest and try to persuade her that she misunderstood my opening my eys and that im very much sleeping still and would not be awake for another couple of hours, she does not believe a word i say and then i am asked to pick her up , put her shoes on and take her outside " outside Jana HAI!!!". If i still refuse to be up, she would hop over her mom and come sit on my chest and start jumping.

Im sure reading the above sounds as cute and adorable as i felt when this happened for the first time , but after a few months its begining to take its toll, and now when she wakes up in the morning i pick her up and put her down the bed with a toy or a book so sometimes she does not bother us for a few more minutes.

Apart from that , she is one hell of an intellegent child , she will be 2 years old next month , she knows majority of nursery rhymes by heart from the age of 1 year 2 months, can sing all of the abc , knows counting from 1 to 10, can recite all 7 days of the week , she can tell you there are 4 seasons and their names , speaks very clearly and has been speaking full sentences since she was 1-1/2 year old, all this and a lot more.

Lately she has started making sad faces and saying " Baba ajj office na jain" , "Babaa ajj gym naheen ". Breaks one's heart !

Currently she is in love with a small 4 legged thingy which brings us to the second point of our titles. Meet "Benji" ,







this is when Benji was a 1 month old Belgium Sheppard. He is now 3 months and a whole lot bigger his "baby fat" is almost gone now an starting to look a bit scary-ish yet he still cries like a small baby when you lock him up in his cage and walk away. All the time i hear my child telling me "Babaa , baby ro raha hai". Now its only on weekends that i see him , but she goes to feed him every day without fail.

And i got myself a new toy as well, finally got around to buying a new DSLR for myself , its been 3 months since i have been a proud owner of a Nikon D7000 , yet i have been unable to actually play with it. The above 2 (plus wife ofcourse) keep me enough busy to not be able to spend time. Plan to spend some this coming weekend when my parents will be here and my kid will be busy commanding her grandparents.

Once upon a time

There lived a very pious and God fearing man who taught to others around him the way of peace and kindness, the path of righteousness and the road to salvation. He was not a young man nor was he particularly old yet he had a very young son who was just 3 years old.

Now the man was respected in all the town and was known to give the right advise to anyone in need. He had a very big following and on each evening after the prayers he would held sermons in his garden which were attended by young and old from all around the town. In his sermons the wise , pious man would bestow upon the masses useful everyday guidelines on how to lead a life with which God will be pleased.

During his sermons his young son would also be present in his fathers lap and would play around in his childish mischievous ways. The son was apple of his eye and the wise man never refused to let the child from tugging his beard or from throwing the cushions on the floor. All the town also loved the child for the playfulness he would bring during the long sermons. The child , even though just 3 years old, was extremely naughty and intelligent who knew he can get away with most of his pranks and would exploit the love and kindness of his father, but in innocent ways of a child.

One fine evening the pious man had just finished his prayers and the crowd had gathered and was patiently waiting for the sermon to start when the young son suddenly appeared caked in mud and ran towards his father laughing with mischief in his eyes. The pious man quickly get off his prayer mat and tried to gather the child in his arms , the child was too slippery from the mud and was able to wriggle free from his fathers grip and ran towards the prayer area. The pious man once more lunged for the kid and at the same time shouted to his man-servant "Jaldi Janamaz to morr do warna shaitan charr jaey ga" (translation : Hurry fold the prayer mat or the devil will get on it).

After this the man was successfully able to catch his son and took him inside and the sermon was canceled for the day. The only guideline the crowd got from the days sermon was regarding the folding of the mat.

That is the reason that to this very day we still are told to fold the prayer mat whenever we are done praying of the "shaitan" will get on it.