Rat In The Flat

Yesterday night while we were trying to sleep, Piku seemed to have achieved extra activeness (although, I feel like this daily). He was just not ready to lie down even for a minute, and my irritation as well as drowsiness were both increasing with every passing moment. I could slip into sleep any moment, but Piku was adamant. My frustration reached such levels that I almost slapped him. That was when I realized, I had already slid into sleep, and my irritation had found its way into my dreams.

So, I lazily glanced towards my sleeping family before turning my back, and it was then when I saw a shining black thick lasso near the door. "Snake!!!" was the first thought and "Idiot!!!" was second.
"There couldn't possibly be a snake inside a closed room of a flat located on the top floor of the building" my brain told me in a jiffy.

"Must be a little mouse with a long tail" my thoughts were disturbed by a muffled shriek; rodent's attempts had woken up wifey. "Rats! Now I would be asked to get rid of this" I thought, pretending to be asleep. Anyways, as expected, wifey nudged me -
"उठो !"
"क्या ?"
"चूहा !"
"कहाँ ?"
 "वहां !"
"कहाँ ?"
"अरे वहां !"
"मुझे नहीं दिख रहा !"
"अरे वो है ना, दरवाजे के पास !"
"मुझे नहीं दिख रहा !"
"अभी तो वहां था, पता नहीं कहाँ गया !"
"तुम्हारा वहम होगा, सो जाओ !"
"नहीं, मैंने देखा था! इत्ता बड़ा चूहा था !"
"सो जाओ, सवेरे देखेंगे !"
"प्लीज़ !"

This was the point where I had to get up, because lucky are those husbands, who get to hear the golden word "please" from their wives. I couldn't ignore increasing adrenaline-rush in my blood. The feeling of being superior took me out of bed and switched on the light.
The next moment all adrenaline disappeared, and before disappearing it made me jump back!
"That is a rat! That is a RAT! That is a RATTTT???? It can't be a RAT. Look at its size, it looks like that it has just eaten a bloody cat!"

This rat was a huge one; even bigger than ones that we see on railway stations. It had somehow & sometime found its way inside our flat, and had been sitting somewhere silently, waiting for us to fall asleep, so that it could attack and kill us in the night (thoughts of a petrified mind).

Upon seeing light and a jumping guy (me), the rat also got scared and ran towards corner & disappeared behind dressing table.

"Do something" wifey said.
"What can I do to such a giant Rattus Norvegicus, it will do anything it wishes" I thought, but said "yes yes, I'm thinking....", after all, no man would show that he is afraid of rodents, in front of his wife.

After some thinking, I opened the door towards balcony, took out a bat and started creating sounds to bring out the hiding beast. However, instead of bringing out the hidden beast, the noise woke up a sleeping beast - Piku.

When he saw the scene - his mom sitting on the bed holding the pillow and speaking loudly; and his dad hitting the ground with a bat and making noises; he decided to join in the chorus and started wailing. I couldn't decide which beast to handle first. However, Piku stopped crying himself as he pointed towards the ceiling. It took me a couple of moments that he wasn't pointing towards the ceiling, instead he was pointing at the top of the balcony door. The beast had shown its face, it was sitting on the top of the door and perhaps was trying to decide whether or not to jump from the door. It was first time when I saw its face and couldn't help noticing its similarity with Disney's Ratatouille. Piku also seemed to relate it with something he saw on TV because he spoke "moosh" (mouse).

So, situation was like this: the clock was showing 2 AM, room was freezing, Piku was enjoying the live version of cartoon series, wifey was tensed and waiting for the rat to jump outside, I was tensed and waiting for the rat to jump outside, the rat was tensed and waiting for me to move. Moments passed like this, and I realized various things like: the rat's brain is a small one and he won't jump to get outside the room, or the rat's brain is so small so he might jump. The most striking thought was that the situation was a deadlock and the rat could spend the entire night without moving an inch (because it did not have to go to office in the morning). So, I summoned my entire courage (without showing the expressions) and forced the door fiercely to make the rat fall. Trick worked, and the rat jumped out of desperation and disappeared into the dark.

You might think that the matter ended here, but it wasn't like that! Piku was again crying because his "moosh" was gone!

I've learnt that ...

- All kids would be wide awake when it is impossible for the parents to keep their eyes open.

- All kids would kick away quilts whenever the weather is cold and parents would have to sleep in chunks of 30 minutes throughout the night, to ensure that the baby remains covered.

- All kids would perform their potty rituals when parents are halfway through their meal!

- All kids would resist with full might when parents try to bathe them, but would play for hours in water when left unattended.

- All kids wouldn't leak a drop when parents take them to the bathroom, but would wet the bed/sofa/chair within  next few minutes.


- All kids would definitely try to lock the bathroom door from outside when you're inside & have forgotten to secure the latch (so that you don't get locked in accidentally).

- All kids would kick away the adorable teddy at first sight of laptops (love at first sight).

- All kids would instantly fall in love with noodles, chips, burger, fries etc. (love at the first bite).

- All kids would try to eat everything that is within their reach, except the food that they should be eating.

- All kids would continuously & happily recite poems, names of different persons, objects, etc., except when asked to do so. Probability increases in ratio with no. of guests present.

- All kids would preferably try to wear their parents' footwear leaving their own unnoticed.

- All kids would have desperate urge to throw important objects in the commode.

- All kids would be fascinated with balcony railings. Higher the distance from ground, higher is the fascination.

- All kids would cast havoc upon their parents, but would behave as the world's best baby in presence of guests!

My vocabulary is improving



I'm not talking about increasing list of English words in my knowledge base. The vocabulary I'm talking about refers to list of words that are part of my kid's ever changing language. 


It all started few months back, when Piku returned from Lucknow after a gap of nearly two months. After few hours of display of emotional bonding by Piku (shying away as well as trying to come closer to me simultaneously), he started speaking to me; and all I could do in response, was to nod & smile affectionately.


My nods continued for a week or so, gradually becoming clueless rather than affectionate


I got so frustrated one day, that I brought one of my friend's daughter (who is around 1 year elder to Piku), and tried to observe if she understood Piku's babbles. Of course, that didn't help. Now there were two kids in the room, both with their unique languages, and I understood neither of them. 
I concluded two things out of this:
1 - Every baby builds his own vocabulary. 
2 - Never take a baby's help to deal with another baby :)


Surprisingly (& annoyingly), while all I could do was look fooled, wifey seemed to understand everything. She assured me that after sometime, I would be able to decipher the codes....... and she was right again! After a practice of few weeks, my vocabulary also improved. Now me & Piku can (fluently) talk gibberish and still be able to communicate.



Here is a small list of words from Piku's vocabulary. See, how many can you decipher.


Piku's Version - Our Version


Apar - ऊपर
Baa - बाहर
Bho bho - Doggy
Caca - Cow
Choochoo - चाचू
Coke - Clock
Kha - खाना
Kuck - Truck
Mum - Water / Milk
Moosh - Mouse (aka Tom & Jerry)
Nee - नीचे
Ota - Auto
Owk - Vomit :D
Paata - पराठा
Shoosh - Shoes
Tight - Light
Tytil - Cycle



Piku's Tricycle

This thing has been pending for quite sometime. Ankita had been asking to buy a tricycle for Piku since long and I had been avoiding that since long.

Even if she had not told me, I knew that my excuses were all lame, because the actual reason was that I was being over-protective for my kid. How else could someone justify excuses like "we don't have space to keep it (despite having a patio where we can park our car)" or "i will get him a bicycle instead of tricycle (regardless of the fact that Piku was hardly 1 year old at that time)".

There was just one way to end this procrastination and wifey knew that way very well. Last Sunday, when I woke up in the morning, the scene was somewhat different than usual. Wifey & Piku, both were getting ready for some outing. Upon noticing I'm awake, wifey prepared tea and said smilingly "Honey, here is your breakfast".  "I must be dreaming" I thought while she completed her sentence "...and did I tell you that this is also your lunch and maybe dinner!". I don't know whether it was the caffeine or thought of not getting anything else to eat; but I was wide awake after that first sip and second sentence.

Of course, she didn't mean what she said. She had prepared some nice breakfast (although I've a hunch that it was sufficient enough only to keep me moving). After all, someone with lots of weight to carry (my own weight), needs reasonable amount of energy to stroll in a mall in one shot;  especially if that mall has multiple outlets like Big Bazaar, Shopper's Stop, etc. spread across opposite corners and that too on different floors.

So, we walked through sections after sections, store after store, occasionally coming across various tricycle models; some were unnecessarily high priced, some unnecessarily low quality. Ones that Ankita liked, I  disapproved; ones I liked, she turned down. It was very hard to decide upon which tricycle to purchase. It was even harder to get Piku off from every tricycle we saw. Believe me, it is very tough to handle a tantrum throwing kid who starts rolling on the floor in a mall; but, it is much tougher to handle a tantrum throwing kid who gets clung to every tricycle he sees.

Anyhow, we managed to concur upon a tricycle in just 4 hours. Can you believe it, just 4 hours. Finally, when we came back home and  seated Piku on it, and positioned him to pedal, we found that we've taken things into hurry.

His legs don't reach the pedals yet!

So, currently Piku has disdained his good old little puppy toy, because now he has a bigger toy to drag around - Piku's Tricycle.

The ubiquitous question!

It has been nearly 2 months since I moved from Indore to Noida!

Having spent 7+ years in Indore and then moving to Noida, the comparison was inevitable, but so was this question. Log on to any TV Reality Show during elimination round, or, move on to any news channel, interviewing some grieving soul; you will get to hear the question: "आपको कैसा लग रहा है?"

The answers, force me to think about the difference between Indore and Noida. Depending upon the situation (& whats crossing my mind), the answers to similar questions vary, drastically. Here are a few examples:

You're driving at 80 kmph. How are you feeling?
Indore - I'm thrilled, because one rarely gets chance to cross 40 kmph
Noida - "मुझे डर लग रहा है"! In fact, I'm freaking out because cars are overtaking me at 100+ kmph, from both sides

Tonight you have a function to attend at a friend's place.
Indore - Its just 3 km. I might as well walk.
Noida - I could've reached Ujjain if I had to travel this much distance in Indore.

You're stuck in traffic jam. How are you feeling?
Indore - It has been hardly 10 minutes (besides, it happens once in a while)
Noida - It has already been 1 hour (thankfully, we are at least moving)

What do you want to have for breakfast?
Indore - Let's have some poha. Light breakfast lets you focus on work.
Noida - Lets get chhole-bhature. पेट भरा रहेगा तो दिन में खाने की टेंशन नहीं रहेगी. 

When do you plan to go to Lucknow?
Indore - Don't know, no reservation available in Indore-Patna Express for next 2 months (because it operates weekly) 
Noida - I'm choosing between the trains, which one has better facilities & is mostly on time

Let's go for a walk.
Indore - Too much dust
Noida - Too humid
Both the above answers translate to - I want to watch TV at home!

There is however, one question, answer to which hasn't changed:
"What are you plans for the weekend? "
Indore / Noida - "Movie जाना है" :)

No!



No! Thats the latest buzzword in our house.

From the time we get up in morning, till the time we get back to sleep, this word keeps being repeated like background music in Ramanad Sagar's Ramayana. In fact, "No" has broken all records of being repeated.

Interestingly, "No" doesn't come alone; it is always accompanied by another word (which happens to be a noun) - "Piku".

If you happen to spend 24 hours in our house, you would hear the words "Piku, No!" countless no. of time. I tried counting them once, but gave up after 50th occurrence :D

If you are not a parent yet, then you probably might wonder that how many nuisances can a 1.5 years old throw; or maybe we are over disciplining the kid. Well, here are some frequent scenarios (by saying frequent I mean any scenario can repeat as frequently as within 5 minutes):

- Piku, No! Don't throw onions out of window
- Piku, No! Take sleepers out of your mouth
- Piku, No! Don't throw your toy in commode
- Piku, No! Don't put your finger in the switchboard!
- Piku, No! Put the cushions back on the sofa, & the sheet on the bed, & the newspaper on the table
- Piku, No! Give me my wallet back. No, don't disperse the credit cards
- Piku, No! Put the mobile down... on the bed... no no, don't throw it on the floor.... OK, give me back the mobile pieces from the floor
......
If you're a parent (or have a young kid around), then I'm sure you can also quote countless scenarios.

There are a few good thing also. First - now I know whats the proper place of various items in my home, earlier this knowledge was available only to wifey :)
Second - we are becoming much more tolerant for everything. If something or someone is not working properly, we react rather coolly. Kitchen mixer not working - OK, most of the things are not working properly. Electrician over-billed us - OK, at least he fixed the switchboard within Piku's reach & cut-off the power supply. Maid doesn't clean properly - OK ,things were anyhow going to get dirty. Too much corruption - OK, at least they work after taking bribe. Our kid doesn't even accept that. Tension over border -OK, we are already tensed. Meteor coming towards us in 2012 - OK, our home already looks like as if hit by a meteor.

You might have read "having a kid makes you parent", my version is "having a kid makes you patient; very patient"!

कैद में है बुलबुल!!!

This was the title that came to my mind, after spending nearly 24 hours with Piku after nearly 1 month. Yes, my family is back from Lucknow trip. We traveled back from Lucknow to Indore on Sunday.

So, it started Monday morning. Around 6 AM, I heard Piku chanting alternately "Papa..." and then "Mummy....". Sluggishly I responded "what happened beta?". He pointed towards the door saying "ba". Since I couldn't decipher the code "ba", I (nervously) woke up wifey for help. She told me that this is one of latest additions to Piku's vocabulary and it translates to बाहर.

Spoilt (for good) by the healthy lifestyle of his grandparents; Piku had entirely forgotten my preachings ( i.e. get up only when it is absolutely necessary) and entered into habit of having a walk early morning. I was taken aback; it took me nearly 2 years to knock this habit out of his mother, and now him!!!

Anyhow, I managed to keep him (hence myself) in bed for next 2 hours. Later, when Piku saw me putting on shoes  when I was getting ready for office, he brought his shoes also, tugged me & said "ba". Me & Ankita had to try hard to ensure that he stayed indoor.

Later, after returning from the office in evening; before I could enter the door, Piku came hurtling towards me. I spread my arms affectionately to hug him, but he ran right past me saying "ba ba ba"....
That was when I thought "कैद में है बुलबुल"!

Visit to Lucknow - the flip side :(

While I was returning alone from Lucknow last week, I had a feeling of mixed emotions. As anyone would expect, some part of my heart was jumping & yelling with excitement: "freedom...." & every time some part of my brain was modifying that yell to "freedom.... is temporary".

However, I had no idea that both these feelings were about to be washed away with nostalgia pretty soon. When I unlocked the door & stepped into my home; something hit my foot. I saw that it was one of Piku's toy; a duckling fixed atop a slightly heavy ball. You might have seen toys that have something filled at the bottom so that they're always in standing position, despite all punches & kicks. So as soon as I stepped in & hit it, it started revolving around my foot. I felt a jab in my heart because sometime back (i.e. before Piku learned to walk), Piku used to do this whenever I returned from office. He used to move around my feet, uttering words in his own language. I felt a lump in my throat as I visualized my kid cajoling me to pick him up. Nostalgia hit me & it hit very hard.

Since we had left in a hurry while going to Lucknow, so the place was still flooded with things that constantly reminded me that I've to stay alone for next few weeks.

Visit to Lucknow

Last weekend we went to Lucknow; which happens to be hometown for me as well as my wife Ankita. Quite expectedly, Ankita decided to stay there for sometime; so the journey towards Lucknow had 3 members whereas the return-journey had just me.

Itinerary was supposed to be like this- Indore (via Taxi) -->Bhopal (via Train) --> Lucknow.

So, on the way to Bhopal, Piku had very limited space for movement; which made him very annoyed within 15 minutes after starting our journey. To make him feel little comfortable, we decided to remove his nappies (if you don't know, most infants enjoy being without nappies). As a result, for rest of the 3 hours, he was travelling wearing only a vest & I was travelling wearing clothes drenched due to Piku's sudden nature calls.

Hence, when we boarded the train at Bhopal railway station, we felt a sense of relief because now Piku had sufficient movement space. However, our relief didn't last more than 5 minutes, because now he had way too much space to move where he wasn't suppose to move. Since, the time was already 10 PM so our best strategy was to put him to bed as soon as possible; but, our attempts to make him sleep started resulting in disturbances in co-passengers' sleep.

Final sleeping arrangements had two sleep-deprived grown-ups crammed on a single seat & an infant occupying entire berth.

A day after office

This is typical conversation between me & Piku when I get home after office:

Me: Peeekoooooo....
Piku: Papa aa gaye!
Me: Kaisa hai mera bachchaaaaa...
Piku: Papa aaaa gggaye!
Me: Kya kar raha tha mera bachcha...
Piku: Papa aaaa gggaye!
Me: Haan beta, papa aa gaye
Piku: Mummy mummy mummy
Wifey: Haan beta
Piku: Papa aa gaye!
Wifey: Achha....
Me: Aaj isne "jyada" pareshan to nahi kiya
Wifey: Ummm.... haan.... nahi.... wahi usual...
Piku: Papa aa gaye!
Me: Chalo; main fatafat change karke aata hoon
Piku: Papa gaye!

When my kid walks

In my previous post I wrote about the joyous moment when my kid took his first steps, & I also mentioned about the tiring moments that followed. This post talks about some of those "other" moments.

Earlier we were constantly worried with the thought "if he continues to crawl, he might hurt his knees"; now we are constantly worried with the thought "if he falls, he will hurt his head". Ironically & sadly, our former worry never turned into reality whereas latter keeps occurring every now and then.

Since, walking is Piku's newly found hobby, so wants to keep doing that all the time. Top of the chart activity is tripping over stuff that is usually invisible to us. Second position goes to throwing unimportant objects like mobile phones, remote controls, watches etc. at unpredictable & often unreachable locations (unreachable = uncomfortably reachable ). Third favorite is to make us walk after him, continuously, accompanied with multiple sets of our toe-touching exercises to pickup stuff (it seems that he wants us to be back in shape). Fourth one is to search for sources of garbage, dirty water etc. & play splish-splash until we dispose the material (I think he is on mission of cleanliness). Another favorite is to chase tiny insects right to their habitats (or outside our habitat). The list is long, very long.

It won't be wrong to say that he wants to keep walking while eating, drinking, even while sleeping. Wondering how does he manages to do the last one? Well, when put to bed, he would immediately recoil like a spring to standing position and then start strolling on the bed. He would stay in motion unless-
a) we again make him lie down
or
b) he becomes too sleepy to continue walking

For either of the actions, he would bounce back. This pattern would continue to recur until he is too sleepy to spring back. When this happens, walking gets converted into rolling. Eventually, he would go & fall asleep near his mom's feet; and the scene looks like visual version of age old phrase " माँ के चरणों में स्वर्ग होता है! "

Piku learns to walk (Finally.... )

Finally the day came for which we had been waiting for since long. Piku started walking, although with imbalanced steps, but at least he started. This was the moment that we had been waiting for almost a year; the moment was joyous, very joyous; but little we knew that all the following moments are going to be torturous, very torturous.

First, report about "the moment" (tale of all accompanying moments in some later post):
One Saturday, he was silently strawling (stalking + crawling) me while I was doing a very important weekend household chore - searching for TV remote hidden by an irate wife. Everytime I turned back, he was right behind me, on all his fours. Either he was also looking for the remote or he wanted to entangle me & make me fall (I don't know why he would want to do this, may be to penalize me for writing these posts).

After few futile attempts, Piku added a new element to his weapons of mass demolition -audio (I've lots of mass, & if fallen, it would be as good as demolished). He started his attempts to distract me by chanting his favourite word - mummy. By now, I had become habitual of being referred as mummy, so I didn't pay much attention to frequent recitals of the word & continued my quest.

Here is what happened:

Piku (sitting behind me): "Mummy"
Wifey (from Kitchen): "Haan beta"
Me (searching for remote under sofa): <silent>

Piku (crawling somewhere nearby): "Mummyyyyyy...."
Wifey (from Kitchen): "Haaaan...."
Me (searching for remote behind sofa cushions): "Haan beta"


Piku: "Mum mum mum mum "
Wifey (from Kitchen): "My baby"
Me (searching for remote behind TV): "He is calling me"
Wifey (coming out of kitchen): "No, he is not"
Me (getting frustrated): "Don't be jealous because he is talking to me"
Wifey (standing somewhere behind me): "See for yourself"

... and then I saw Piku wobbling towards his mother, with smile on his face & TV remote in his hands.

Later I discovered that it was not my wife who hid the remote, instead it was my toddler who had cheerfully dumped my remote, errrr I mean TV remote in his cardboard box which is typically supposed to contain his toys.

The Annual Event

If I ask you "is there any event in your life that happens every year during a specific duration?" then the obvious answers would be birthdays, anniversaries etc. If I ask to think of something apart from the usual answers, then you might mention annual gathering of old friends, visiting a particular place, the appraisal meetings (despite the recession), policy premium payments, etc.

If I'm asked the same question, I would say:

"I have accident every year... on road... on a two wheeler... injure one of my knees.... alternately... during Jan-Feb duration"

This is fourth year in a row, when I fell on the road, without any apparent reason, during regular kind of commute between office & home.

It was a usual (dreaded) Monday morning, & I was on my way to office on wifey's scooty pep plus (note the stress on plus- this means it was not an ordinary scooty or ordinary scooty pep, it was scooty pep plus). As I was about to turn for office building on my left hand side, I noticed Indori avatar of John Abraham from Dhoom coming fast on a bike in my scooty pep plus' left-hand-side-rear-view-mirror (yes; I use rear view mirrors on scooty as well, both side...err I meant scooty pep plus). Though I had already switched on the indicators; I decided to be extra cautious by signaling him with my left hand; and it was then when the unthinkable happened - as soon as I lifted my left hand from the handle, a small road-dent that used to lie quietly on middle of the road, came hurtling towards me. It was all over the road & almost impossible to be avoided; and before I could notice anything else, me & my scooty pep plus, both were lying on road in such a mingled state that most of my body ( heavy body ) was on scooty pep plus, and scooty pep plus was in turn on my right leg.

While I was trying to muster my fallen dignity & body, I heard John's avatar passing by & saying "अबे साइड हो clear the road"; I was about to shout back "चल हट" when I saw that the traffic signal some 200 meters distance has turned green. So, I hastened the process of picking my shattered dignity & body & the scooty pep plus (I've never heard of a guy who falls on a scooty pep plus) & entered office premises.

Thankfully my body suffered lesser injuries (just a bruised knee & aching ankle) than my dignity (shattered), and surprisingly scooty pep plus suffered even lesser injuries than my body (only one of the rear-view-mirrors now looking in front instead of back). I'm sure that it was the plus effect that saved me & the Scooty. I will always remember that Plus is important!
Anyway I'm glad that this happened because now this year's accident quota is full, hence Aaaal ij Welllllll :)

Piku loves Mummy

My kid has recently learned a new word "Mummy"! Whenever he intends to summon his mom, he would shout "Mummyyyy......" (of course) and then he will utter something in his own lingo which no one can understand; & again shout "Mummyy......"; & keep doing this till he wishes. Cute, isn't it? Well, not always.... & I learned that yesterday only.

We were in a so-called hep shopping mall, surrounded with many so-called hep people (coated with an extra layer of fake-sophistication), when I heard Piku's familiar voice reciting "Mummy... mummy... mummy... " on top of his lungs.

First thought (admiration): "How sweet"
Second thought (confusion): "Why is he calling his mummy; he is already with his mummy"
Third thought (more confusion): "Why is everybody smiling at us, especially me"
Fourth thought (panic): "O God! He is addressing me as his Mummy!!!"
Fifth was not a thought, it was a sentence that came out of my mouth (hasty reaction): "Betu, Papa. Paaaaapa. Say Paaaaa...pa..."

But the trick backfired; Piku turned towards his mom & started chanting "Paapaa papa papa..."!

Now by default, both of us are summoned as "Mummy". If we interrupt, then only either one of us randomly (& optionally ) gets addressed as "Papa" for next few minutes.

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