Mr Bollywood

Dear Darsh, 

Lately, I have started calling you bollywood. No really. I think the name suits you because you are totally in love with the songs, dance, dialogues etc. After seeing bajrangi you started chanting I love Pakistan. I think I did mention the BB locket in the last mail.

Even while we were adjusting to you dance version of jai jai bajrang bali, you gave us the soulful rendition of mai tera hero. To say you are in awe of salman khan will be an understatement. Maybe this will portray your true feeling: last night during yr dinner when I play your favorite youtube videos you made me type out and search for darsh and salman khan. Yes you did.

Moving on… you tried to buy kinder joy with an india gate fridge magnet that resembles a credit card so I gave you some old cards and you picked a manly wallet from my collection (it’s brown with white flowers) and you kept all the cards in it. The last time I counted you had more than 20 cards including a metro card, a bodyshop card and several other brand cards.

Last night you narrated a hilarious incident that happened in the school loo. You had gone to wash your hands and a friend was shitting so the whole bathroom was stinking so you quickly washed your hands and covered your nose and ran from the bathroom. Your principal caught hold of you and asked the reason for the haste so you informed her very politely that XX is shitting and the whole bathroom is stinking so she let you go then. I have always believed that narration is the key to a story’s success and you I believe have already mastered it. Your stories are always funny or maybe I am wearing the mommy goggles but I love all your stories. I hope one day you get famous for your stories my baby.

Last weekend was janmashtmi and we had tried to make it a big event for you to enjoy. You made rangoli design that was pretty with hindi alphabets you had learnt till now. For some reason you were against painting English ones there. You made river ganga, made your lego characters participate and helped with the strategic placing of the clay statues your nana got from Allahabad. In the evening you dressed up like Krishna, pretend-read bhajans and tried to sing and also accompanied us on the drums. On Thursdays too, you sit with me and read sai baba’s story books. In short, you really enjoy the pujas.

Last weekend we had to get you blood tested and we were very scared for your first such encounter with the needle. So was the blood collector. But you shocked us all. You did not finch, cry or scream. I guess I was most shocked because I get loud and abusive and teary when injected.

You are pretty excited about going to a birthday party this weekend you have not been invited to. I tried to tell you but I guess you are too excited about it in any case.

Habits:

The night rituals have become longer. You first try to sleep with us for an hour during which a lot of book reading and tickle attacks happen. Then you pick up your blankie, your pollow and your water bottle and go to your daadi’s room. After another hour you come back and sleep in the middle.

And for some reason you have started using your own bathroom for all short and long durations. Maybe it has to do with that bathroom incident. Maybe you are as fiercely independent as your mother.    

After almost a two year gap, You have started sleeping again while holding on to the blankie for some reason.