Thanks to Mohor, I got hold of this very ancient picture of us. This was a trip to Puri & Konarak (the Sun Temple is on the background). The unique thing about this picture is that it is the only picture of all 5 of us - Dada, me, Joy, Kunal & Mohor. Did any of us back in that day know where life was going to take us? Today with Dada in Bangalore, me in Delhi, Joy gone forever, Kunal in US & Mohor in Calcutta, each one of us are going their own way in search of individual dreams and happiness.

One life, you gotta do what you should,
One life with each other, sisters...brothers,
One life but we are not the same,
We get to carry each other....carry each other

This was the first wedding Arya attended. Like all parents, we wanted him to be in top condition....we were so keen on showing him to our friends & relatives back home.
Unfortunately, the poor guy was bit by some insect a few days before the wedding. Though the infection had gone down....what was left were red marks on each cheek....or so to say, beauty spots.

It's actually very interesting to see the way kids can understand what exactly they should not be doing! Same is true for Arya.

Generally we drink water direct from the bottle and do not usually use a glass. Couple of days back Mousumi & I decided to have a drink after dinner. Of course, vodka is not something you take direct from the bottle. Out came two glasses and we were sitting & chilling out.

Till now Arya was happily playing with his toys. Moment he saw the two glasses on the side table he was aroused. For him, glasses were a new thing and he decided that he wanted them. All the toys were forgotten and he crawled & tottered on his tiny feet upto the table.

We had kept the glasses well away from his reach but had not totally removed them just to see what he was going to do. To give him credit he tried his best. From one side of the table, then the other side he made an all out effort to get hold of them. He even caught hold of one of his nappies and tried to flap at the glasses with it.

Mousumi was extremely critical and said you have to see whose son he is. I guess the men are blamed no matter what. You say anything & you get branded as an MCP. But I'm digressing. Coming back to Arya....

Poor chap, ultimately, gave up. And like with all other things which do not go as per his wishes this also had one outcome. He started to cry. Ok....time for corrective measures. Picked him up in my lap and took him to the kitchen. He has this strange affinity to the kitchen. No matter how much he is crying or being grumpy, moment he enters the kitchen he is happy. All smiles. Can't say 32 all out because he still has only 4 teeth. That solved the problem for then. In the future I guess we can only have a drink once he goes off to sleep.