Life is such a mystery.

I have always failed to understand "LIFE".

I was tired and stressed up that Friday night. Though tired, I was happy as weekend was round the corner.

As I was tired and exhausted, I decided to skip my dinner and to hit the bed straightaway.

As I cuddled into the coziness of the blanket, she embraced me. Her arms felt lifeless and were chilled. I wondered why she kissed me on my forehead. Was it with love?

I fell fast asleep. I had amazing plans with my family that Saturday.  With a naughty smile I slowly glided into deep slumber.

The clock ticked ferociously and I heard  the alarm ring. It was 5:15 AM. I snoozed the alarm to take a lil nap again until the next snooze.

To my surprise, I heard someone praising me. This was quite unusual and abnormal. I had never ever, received a word of praise from anyone wholeheartedly until then.

It was a familiar voice. I sharpened my ears. Who was that praising me at the DAWN? Wasn't that my aunt?

Who doesn't like the praise? But then, why would anybody praise as early as 5:30 AM? I was surprised.

However, I decided to act as if I was deep asleep and carefully listened further, The Praise. 

As she ended, why was she sobbing? And, why was she using PAST Tense?

I gazed outside the window; it was such a beautiful morning. I saw the Golden "Rising Sun" at the horizon and felt the wavy cool breeze. "It's an unusual day" I thought.

The chirpy birds made the Morning worth to be heard and their chirpy noise were as soothing and pleasant like the Morning Raga. The pleasant smell of the flowers at the dawn made me orgasmic.

I wondered why I was chilled and numb. This was quite an unusual feeling.

Then I heard my wife sob. I wondered, what would have made her cry? Did I say something unruly, which could have probably hurt her?

I continued to act as if I was in deep sleep and  witnessed the activities around me.

I could see my dear ones around me, with tears in their eyes.  I could make out my cousins browsing up the phone book and dialing up people through their  iPhones.

After a while I could see my relatives rushing in. I had not met them in the past ten years. The reason being: family feuds and geographical distance.

Wow! I could meet all of them today. I was thrilled with excitement. But their faces were gloomy.

I could hear them talking huskily and saying, how good and adorable I was.

Then I saw one of my colleague carrying a Bouquet which had most lovable words:
"You were dear to us; and we will miss you".

They had never expressed their feelings towards me earlier like the way they did. Was it my b'day? I lay confused on my bed.

To my surprise, I was taken on to the floor by four of my family members and they tied my toes together and they stuffed cotton into my nose.

!! I was dead last Friday night @ around Ten past Ten!!

It's such a contradiction, that, when you are no more, PEOPLE around you Praise you and Say- "You will be Missed!"


Disclaimer: The Protagonist mentioned in the story as "I" may or may not be the narrator himself.

PS:Image courtesy Google

!! Ishaan Chronicles !!

It's Monday morning again; another 6- 7 hours more to go. The Sun would rise  signalling the commencement of the race.

The Rat race - the race to meet both the ends.

Our each day passes as below:

I see my Lil one sleeping, when I leave for and return from office. Am unsure what's happening in between.

The week that has gone by, we both ( Ishaan's parents) have missed on too many precious moments.

Included, Ishaan's turning on his tummy and his several attempts to hold his chin and head high.

His turning on his tummy is his first step to the outside world. Our lil one has started to grow up. 

The way he does it-

Step 1:  He raises both his legs, keeps it in the air.
Step 2: Tilts the raised legs on the right side

and what we see next is Ishaan landing on his tummy, with his arms below his tummy. Then starts, his tug of war to pull his little arms from below his tummy.  

Phew ! tough going for the Lil one.

I really wonder, who has taught him to turn with this unique technique. 3 months and 10 days - he has turned on his tummy all by himself. 

So, is that  a Myth, that Parents are the first teachers to a kid?

He has been observing the activities around him, from past 3 months and now slowly has started recognizing people around, or at least we have started to think so, as he smiles at all of us and  has started to chat up with all of us non-stop in his own language (though only a loud noise is the outcome of his chat).

The most amazing act is his usage of his hands. Yea, the same hand which he had discovered a couple of weeks back. 
  
(refer  http://ajthedad.blogspot.in/2014/10/october-25th-2014-821am-ishaan.html)

 My mom says that Ishaan has started pulling the specs whenever she carries him in her arms.  

Am sure, my son is too curious to explore, the reason, why his Granny is wearing the specs. He might  as well think that she as an alien, as she's the only one who wears specs throughout the day. 

However, this evening we had a good time. I did chit-chat with my lil one for nearly an hour. 

Amidst our chat, Ishaan raises his concern, pointing to his Napkin: (and we conversed as below):

Ishaan: Pappa, I have soiled the napkin. Please change it.

Me: No Beta, these are the new Pampers Nappy Pads, these have to stay put for 12 hours. You wouldn't even know, that you have soiled. 

Ishaan mutters and sits on his dad's lap, with his chin low, feeling very uncomfortable, wondering, why his Pappa is not hearing him?

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What's the takeaway from the narrative:   

Do we as parents, hear our kids?  Or are we inclined to believe, what is fed to us repeatedly in TV promos.

Now let's link this situation to the incidents which we read in the newspapers, about kids being molested and harassed in schools.

When a kid returns from school and tries to chatter with his parent about some awful / uncomfortable incident that he or she had to undergo -- Do we hear it out and verify the authenticity?

Or, Do we hush the kid off by brushing him or her aside stating the kids narrative, as an imaginary story?

Just imagine, how helpless the kid would be if we as parents fail to hear him or her !!

This morning I received an image on my Whats-app messenger.

I couldn't believe what I saw & read.

The image was a newspaper clip, depicting a father kissing the feet of his son who was battling for his life.

When I read further, I could comprehend that the mother was already dead and the doctors had done a c-section in an attempt to keep the baby alive. However, the Baby too, was battling for its life.

This news is still haunting me.

 .. They would have had dreams. A dream of rearing a family three-gether. Dream of celebrating the birth & Birthdays. Dream of seeing the lil one growing in front of their eyes, seeing him walk, cry, feeding him, caressing him with love and affection and so on and so forth...

.. This dream was shattered @ a blink, as the dark wings of Death, spill on the family.

.. This narrative on my messenger is haunting me and I want this off my mind and hence decided to mention on my blog..

" A lady goes through life and death While giving birth to the newborn". 

This being the fact - "Does a C-section over a normal delivery, really matter?" 

Unable to understand, why people still force for a normal delivery, when at times, it becomes life threatening for the kid and the mother? 

Are we being progressive here  or is it just the Fake Ego?

Or, are we Ok, to lose the MOTHER for want of a normal delivery?

Finally, does a normal delivery make a woman feel complete? Unsure about the situations outside India.

Disclaimer:    The Picture depicted and the content in the blog post here may not be interlinked. 

This evening  as I was browsing through my Facebook account, I found  an image on my Friend's page.

 

I was hooked with the image. Was the image trying to say something on my face?

Mother: An Epitome of Love, Sacrifice and a Be-Selfless Being. 

Unsure, how many emotions/ words will qualify to describe the  most sacred and serene word – Mother.

This being the case, I have always noticed that the female gender is always made fun of,  for being overtly self-conscious on how they look.  It is said that they are also readily available to give an eye to attain the so-called Perfect Figure.

However, as they attain motherhood, these creations - who hail from Mars -  become so flexible  that they are surprisingly willing to lose the so-called perfect figure and undergo a DRASTIC change in those NINE Months, only to CREATE another LIFE.  

I guess,  that these species understand that the JOY of LIFE does not come from the materialistic world,(An early enlightenment - if I could say), but being selfless.

Isn't it amazing?

They would be feeling Nausea-tic, would have a swollen leg … etc but no complaints are heard.

How is this even possible?  

Also, never heard of a Mother Cussing her Baby in the womb for her discomfort. She still keeps her hands on her tummy to caress the baby as if she is caressing the baby as in her lap.

Even in those 9 months, no responsibilities are shrugged off. The Juggling act between office & Home is perfectly done.

Do they carry home, the lingering thoughts of office ? I doubt, may be in the rarest of the scenarios.

Amazing courage is shown by the to-be MOTHER , when it comes to a C-section or be the normal labor delivery.

Wonder, where this strength comes from?

Be it a C-section or a Normal Delivery, Mother is a Mother. The feelings, emotions, caring and love towards the novice remain the same.

Hats off to all those Mothers -  who have the sensitivity, courage and patience to sail through the toughest of the days : "THE NINE MONTHS"

PS: Image courtesy Google.

In my earlier post  (http://ajthedad.blogspot.in/p/aalekh-turns-seventeen.html) I narrated, the miraculous incident whcih occurred in 1997, and the way  Aalekh was chosen as  God's  Own child. 

Now, let's together go ahead in future; may be in the year 2014,through the time machine named "Imagination" and see what's happening with Aalekh today.

Aalekh, is seen to be very nostalgic at this moment.

"What could be the reason behind ?"  Let's ponder upon it.

The incident :

On the way to his office this morning, Aalekh noticed a dad & son duo in a neighbourhood playground, wherein the  dad is teaching his son the craft of  riding a bicycle.

Yes, you heard it right !! Riding is a craft. The driver should be focused and needs to multitask to get the act of driving to PERFECTION.

On a closer look, Aalekh noticed that, the son is unable to focus on driving and one could clearly make out the fact, that the kiddo is scared of falling and getting hurt.

Aalekh found this a very interesting watch and decided to observe, and to see how this riding chapter is taken forward by the duo.  

Aalekh calls and informs his office, that he would be coming in a little late and sits on a bench in the playground to obeserve the duo. He orders a hot cup of tea to sip upon while entertaining himself with the actions of the Dad-son duo.

As he watched the duo,the fearful son gets off the bicycle and hugs his dad and into his ears he says "Poppa, I am feeling extremely scared."

The son explains, "See dad, there are other riders here driving and we could collide, dogs keep crossing my way and to top it people are staring at us and am unable to balance the " cycle Handle". Am scared that I would fall off and would hurt myself".

Is that all, asks the dad; And continues " Son, I have held the bicycle seat from behind and  I would not let you fall off and hurt yourself. Trust Me".  Dad consoled the young son, by reciprocating to his HUG.

Dad Continues : "Sonny, Riding a bicycle is very simple. You have to only focus on the handle initially and stay focused to see that no others come your way and keep pedaling your way ahead.  If there are any hurdles, brakes are always there to help you. Apply them.  :)

Hearing this peppy talk, Son regains the confidence and starts following exactly what his dad asked him to do. 

After about 15 to 20  minutes and post few rounds in the ground, Aalekh was amazed to see that the son was actually able to multitask to the perfection and also witnessed that the DAD is now just running behind the bicycle giving  the son the much required Moral Support.

Aalekh realized that  Son has learnt the craft faster as his dad had given him the Moral Support.

Observing the above, a few moments later ..

...Out of no-where, Aalekh remembers that even he had a bicycle which his dad  had Gifted him when he attained 13 yrs. The bicycle was his dads gift, on Aalekh attaining teenage-hood.

He was gifted a BSA SLR (blue colored). BSA was a huge rage then amongst the BOYS.  He had customized the bicycle and had given it a tint of Hero Ranger by adding few gadgets.

Where is the cycle now?  He tried to recollect. 

He was taken aback and he squirmed with the thought..

Aalekh had abandoned the bicycle back in his native as it was rusted and was not a head Turner.

How on earth, can anybody with a ligit heart do this? A gift which was presented with love and affection by someone so near to your heart, can that be neglected and left behind as an orphan?   Aalekh questioned himself.

Dad would have struggled for gifting the cycle to me.

As he was pondering about his own bicycle, a linking thought hit him as a Tsunami and shook Aalekh from head to toe.

The reason behind :
Aalekh, is now posted in Mumbai with a MNC company and with handsome salary and perks. However, his parents are back home in his native. Parents are growing older by the day.  

He thought to himself - "Are my parents Abandoned by me?".
.

As one would react in a reflex action, Aalekh rings home and informs his parents that he is going to live along with them in Mumbai for the rest of the life.

Hearing the happy news, his parents were almost in tears, for Aalekh was their ONLY son.                               _________________________________

Some facts About Dads :

Dad's do always provide  moral support to their kids. They showcase themselves as hard as rock, emotionless and ensure that their kids are well placed and settled.
Dads teach the kids to walk, take them to school, takes a day off from office when the kid is unwell, pray for their kids, stick to them through thick and thin.

Blessed are those kids and their spouses who take care of their age old parents against all odds.


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!! Ishaan Chronicles  !!

.. it would be the 5th day or so, after my lil chimp was born.  We were busy celebrating each day of his birth and were enjoying those cute lil moments watching it, passing comments on all his cute lil moves, and above all clicking each moments whenever possible.

Majority of the time, lil chimp would be sleeping, as if he's still in his Mom's Womb.

We were hardly in our senses, as we were immersed in the joy of the arrival of a cute lil angel in our lives that we almost forgot our daily activities.

While this continued, my mobile rings. The Mobile tone wakes up Ishaan!!!

It was My Sister Vandana who had rung up.  

" We are visiting you Guys today, along with Seema". She said and hung up before i could ask her any further details.

In a couple of hours, we could hear a Vroooming sound of a Car stopping in front of our house gate. "Sreekesh (Vandanas husband) is a rash driver" i said to myself. 

The ensemble had arrived.

It was Vandana, her husband and their lil naughty daughter Seema - (She would

be hardly 2 years) .We had nicknamed her Mrs.Doubtfire.

All the three together made a PERfEKT family Picture which could be framed.

It's always an excitement when Seema visits us. She takes the entire household on a laughing spree and sets the mood right for the rest of the day.

Seema, resembled a cute lil angel and was dressed up so prettily the day when she came to meet Ishaan for the first time in Chennai.

I couldn't stop mentioning the fact that my sister has gradually ecxelled in her craft of dressing up her lil one.

Seema has noodled-curly hair and was wearing a pink band with a satin red rose on it to hold her curly hair.The band gave her face that extra tint of cuteness & innocence.

Vandana informed us that Seema was particular in wearing the new Polka dottedfrock for her meet up with Ishaan, her lil brother. She wore pretty  bangles which matched with her frock and  a beautiful anklet. 

The beeds hanging on the anklet generated soothing music as she moved her legs and just like any other kid, Seema too had a hand bag which she had received from her aunt in dubai, which she wore around her neck.

Now, as the ensemble entered our household, we could see that Seema was carried on the shoulders by her Pappa and she had a big broad  32 inch smile on her lips and was seated on the shoulders of her proud Pappa just like a Princess.

As she saw me,she pounced on me and clinged on me saying " Uncle, Unkel ! Ishu where?"  in her stuttering talk and her eyes searched for Ishaan in the room.

"Ishaan is in the bed room in his cradle" I replied. 

She ran in search of the bedroom Screaming with Joy "Ishuuu !!Look who's here!  Your Akka!. Come let's play ! " (akka - elder Sister).

As she entered the bedroom, she saw lil Ishaan on the bed lying wrapped in a towel.

She Screamed with joy and exclaimed "Pappa, Isshu is here ! Ishuu is shooo Tiny". In the excitement of seeing Ishaan she jumped and shouted  “Pappa, why is Isshu not talking? “Pappa, why is he not walking up to me?”

We all had a hearty laughter, when Vandana informed us, that she got Seema to dress up saying that IShaan likes only those kids who are neatly dressed and only then did she allow her Mom to dress her up. 

Hearing this we all knew why Seema was shouting. She was raising her concern or may be complaining as Ishaan din't meet up her expectation.  

She was expecting Ishaan to come up to her calling her "Akka" (elder sister) and she would have thought that both of them would play together.

It was then I noticed her pretty bag which she had wore round her neck. 

“Seema" i called her besides me. "What’s there in your bag?” Her response was immediate “ Money, Monney !! To buy  Ishaan a pretty Frock”.

I was so impressed of her selfless answer which came naturally to Seema, without any prompto from her parents and that too with a motherly instinct. Amazing are girl kids. I thought to myself. They are so selfless.

Seema called her Pappa Dearest, and said, “Pappa, let’s go  fast and buy Ishuu a frock" She continued.. "Ishuu is not playing with me because he doesn’t have a frock like mine”.  

We all smiled.

Hearing this,the "Encyclopedia Moma", Vandana, came forth and decided to give her kid an explanation.

She Said “Seema my Beloved!! Ishaan is a boy and boys don’t wear a frock !!

Seema couldn’t understand, she further intrigued “Moma, How is Ishuu a boy?

And Vandana, who was a rank holder during her studies  came with an intelligent answer immediately  “See, Ishuu is not wearing a frock and hence he is a Boy” and pointed her finger on to Ishaan, so as to focus Seemas attention on Ishaan.

Vandana, had hardly finished the sentence and the aircooler in the room did the trick. 

The cool breeze of the Symphony cooler, blew off  Ishaans towel which had kept him wrapped.  

OOps!! OOPs !! NOoo!! and there lay Ishaan in his Birthday suit,showcasing what he possessed.

Ooops Oops !! Said  a startled Vandana.

(This was such a funny Moment. The expression of the entire household could have been captured and could have been framed as the 10th rasa of Navarasam.)

Seema who was staring at Ishaan (though surprised) looked at Vandana through the corner of her eyes and with a naughty smile said (as if she understood the differentiating point of being a boy and a girl)

“Yea Moma, Ishuu is not wearing a frock” and continued staring at him.

Pin drop silence.  All were startled not knowing what has to be done.

Vandana, gained her posture,immediately wrapped Ishaan in the towel and gave Seema a Chocolate so as to divert her thought process.

However,the expression on Seema's face left Vandana Confused. She thought to herself 

"Did Seema understand how to differentiate a Boy and a Girl".  :) :) ;)

PS: Image courtesy Google.

!! Ishaan Chronicles!!

She was sobbing in pain of a normal delivery that she could barely see her new born. With all her might she tried scanning the baby with her eyes, but she couldn't.

 ”Doctor! I can't see the baby." she alarmed.

The doctor was a little startled as it was a normal delivery with no complications, then how could her eyesight have a problem?

Smiling at Mrs. Pai the head nurse said “Oh it's the tears, Honey”!! Wiping out her tears and remarked "Now see your Bundle of Joy, who is blinking at his Pretty Momma".

Yes the little one was staring at her and his sharp eyes had a question mark? As if he wanted to ask his Momma...

And the Momma dearest heard those innocent lips framing questions for her”Momma, MA! Why did you push me out of you? It was so cozy in there.  You took care of me very well. I was so much secure in there".

Playfully, Momma Dearest replied touching his little Pink Finger... 

“My Dearest!!" she said, "See you are a big boy now. You need more SPACE to play around and Momma cannot contain you for longer"

The baby was so delicate, soft and seemed like a Petal of Pink Rose.  She couldn't take her eyes off the baby. He looked so different than those scanned images which she had seen during her monthly visits to the clinic.  He is so handsome and looked so graceful. 

She said to herself with a sigh of relief, yes He's grown up to be a healthy baby.

... And then she heard the most horrendous words!!!  

"Get me the clamp and the scissors", said the doctor.   

Yea, it was time; time to cut the Umbilical Cord as the baby needs to be fed. The time had arrived to bid adieu of the nine month Strong bondage.

He's going to be on his own from now on... An Independent Individual!!!

!! Ishaan Chronicles !!

This incident dates a few months back.

The sky was unusually very bright with the Moon smiling, the stars twinkling and  winking naughtily at the Pai family.

Oblivious of these naughty acts by the mother nature, the Pai family were deep asleep as usual. The awesome weather of Bangalore adds up  a couple of hours to the otherwise usual 6 hours of hibernation.

The cosiness & warmth of the King Size bed (Whoa!! Awesome!) and the Kurl-On bed makes the bedtime enjoyable. [Winks]

The clock would have ticked 12AM, and Mrs. Pai started murmuring.         "Oh! Don't push honey. Stop it. Let me sleep. Am tired."

Startled by these words, Mr. Pai, jumped out of his sleep and muttered:

"Aye, Gurl! Watch out what you are saying." (Embarrassed, he looked around to ensure that no one was around to hear what she said.) 

"Crazy lady! You are dreaming and the parents are next door. The Senior citizens rarely sleep at nights. So, watch out when you say all this loud, people could misunderstand."

( With a naughty smile Mr. Pai lit the torch on her face). 

He was surprised!  Mrs.Pai had her eyes closed  and was talking in her sleep.

(Hehehe! She's possessed!)

As he stared at her in the dim light of the torch, Mrs. Pai literally jumped out of her blanket and screamed out of joy     "Yes, Yea Honey - He Kicked."

Shell-shocked, Mr. Pai was thrown to the corner of the bed. He squirmed as if he saw a demon. He couldn't understand what was going on. 

Mrs. Pai ran out of the bedroom, grabbed her mobile and dialed her mom. With tears in her eyes, she said " Maa! The baby kicked me the first time tonight." 

As she shared this with her Mom, her hands were on her tummy caressing; as if she was actually caressing the baby in the womb. 

And this is how Mrs. Pai celebrated after she was first Kicked! 

October 29th, 2014

!! Ishaan Chronicles !!! A tender Moment with Grandpa!

Ishaan's Grandpa is 71 years and healthy for his age.

This morning as I was getting ready for work. I could overhear conversations between the two Kids:

The older kid of 71 years and the younger one of 3 months.

My Dad - He's the most adorable, loving and caring person on earth.

I was eagerly waiting to hear how he pampers Ishaan. I saw him holding Ishaan's little finger and shaking his hands and talking to him in a childlike manner.

I was overwhelmed with joy.

Then he asks Ishaan -- "Oh, My beloved Grandson! Do you know me? Did you recognize me yet? I am your Grandpa! "

Hearing these words from my father, my heart sank!! I felt a pinch in my heart!

I was disturbed.

"Was I insensitive towards my Father? Did I not introduce Ishaan to him; (may be the way my Dad desired to be introduced to his Grandson).

While I was busy with Ishaan and introducing him to the entire world, even my Dad would have desired the same cosiness, warmth and introduction of Ishaan to him as well.

This evening, I decided to carry Ishaan to my Dad and after laying him on his grandpa's lap "I would Announce.. "

.

"..Oh, My Little One! He's your dad's dad, your Grandpa. He's the one who will make all your little wishes come true and will bear all your tantrums with a Smile.

 Grandparents are such a blessing!

 Copyright @ Ajay Pai 2014

October 28th 2014 :

!! Ishaan Chronicles !! Scary Story Continued ..

Ishaan's dad was frozen as he was extremely scared and in horrific shock!

" Who is lying in his lap?" His hands had gone numb,throat dry and his neck had become stiff.

Even in that gruesome darkness, one could make out that Sr. Pai had become completely pale.
He somehow gathered courage and forced himself to look who was lying in his lap. As he lowered his head; he heard another stroke of sound which nearly blew off his ear drum.

That was the horrendous sound of (Garbham Kalakki) Deepavali Bomb ( alias: abortion Cracker bomb) being bursted by the neighborhood kids.

Hearing the noise, Ishaans Dad was thrown out of his sleep and he was forced to split open his eyes.

Was that a dream? How could it be a dream? He looked around with relief and in disbelief, to find His lil Puchkipoo lying in the cradle in a playful mood.

Sr.Pai realized with embarassment that it was merely a dream.

A HORRIFIC Dream.

The hangover of the previous night SPiNe chilling horror flick which he had watched. The movie had left lingering thoughts in his sub-conscious mind.

He heaved a sigh of relief and had a hearty laugh at his plight.

However, he decided that he wouldn't share this with anyone in the household as it was so child like situation. As all these thoughts were gushing in his mind; Sr.Pai realized that Ishaan, who was in the playful mood was actually smiling, talking with gestures as if somebody was standing in the corner of the room.

But there were only two of them? Who was Ishaan talking to???

Some incidents are better unanswered; muttered Sr.Pai; staring at the Corner of the room.

— feeling confused.

October 27th 2014.

!! Ishaan Chronicles !!

Disclaimer : Has content which might scare you !

.. and thus arrived the much awaited Sunday !!

This is the only day Ishaan's parents get an off from work.
Mr. Senior Pai ( Ishaan's dad) had watched a spine chilling horror movie, the previous night. ( aaah! What a movie !!).
The daily activities of a dutiful dad, kept Sr.Pai quite busy till 6PM that Sunday. @6 PM the entire family went to the nearby Td Temple leaving Ishaan with his dad to baby sit.
@ around 6:15 PM the power went off due to heavy rains; and it was too dark in the entire household.

Shikes! The emergency lights too dint work; and the thoughts of the previous night horror movie started popping up into Sr.Pai's mind and Good Lord was he disturbed..?

As the power went off; Sr.Pai took his lil chimp in his arms and went to the bedroom.

Puchkipoo, was quietly sleeping as he lay him on his lap.(It was too dark; nothing was visible). All of a sudden; Sr.Pai could hear somebody weeping and crying which broke apart the silence of darkness.

..Within a fraction of second he realized that it was Lil Ishaan who was crying in the next room lying in his cradle (as a lil mosquito bit him).

If Ishaan is lying in the cradle in the next room; then who is lying in his lap?

This thought left Ishaan's dad shocked and left him shivering in his knees

To be continued !!!

— feeling scared.

October 26th 2014

!! Ishaan Chronicles !!

Scene 2 : Time Pass chat with Grandma.

It would be around 3. PM. Time for all to take a Nap.

Ishaan is in his grandma's lap and grandma is trying her level best to put him to sleep with soothing lullabies.
and then, Ishaan asks " Gra..ma, Gra..ma, why are u still called "Baby"?

Grandma Grins and replies "Baby" is my pet name; Grandson!

"Grandma" and "Baby" both names to a single person, too many contradictions, thinks Ishaan.

However, he nods his head to Grandma as if he understood. (But not convinced).

Poor thing, little does he know, that " life is all about contradictions ".

— feeling blissful.