Caricatures of Life - Part 3

Okey! where were we?..oh! my new world.

Dad and Mom were working in Ernakulam - a beautiful city in Kerala - Part of Queen of Arab Sea. Sister were studying and I got promoted to 'Day Care'. It was a beautiful world. I couldn't recollect the faces, but still I can feel it and smell it..

Sisters used to travel in Cycle Riksha to School. Mom and Dad took care of me, dropping and picking me back. My eldest one was very calm and quite, and the immediate elder was exactly opposite - dynamic and naughty.

You know one thing...one day my dad got a letter..it was a grievance written by my naughty sister for not taking us regularly to park (playing ground with cycles toys, ice creams and lot of kids) and enjoyments as he was tied up with lot of works. He was shocked and then opened the door to laughter. The letter worked well and Dad started taking us to Park in regular intervals. My dad wanted to settle in Ernakulam, but mom wanted to be in Kottayam and she had a big reason for that

"Sharma's Tuition Centre"

She told for a better education they should go for the tuition classes conducted at the above said centre and dad agreed. Land was purchased, foundation was set and our dream home was building up, near to my moternal home and relatives. New place...SCHOOL.....New Friends and obviously Sharma's Tuition Centre for my sisters. Happy Life.

I already told you about my avatar to earth...some nuisance LOL (never allowed my mom and dad to sleep, still dad has to go to work at 7:00 am).

so here we go...the life story cont as I decided to write again...

Flavored a bit of imagination....

Two beautiful girls staring at the new toy...a new creature. Amma (My mom) was on leave for quite sometime after my birth. As we were middle class family it was necessary for her to get back to work immediately. Achan (My dad) has to go to work very early and mom has to drop two girls to schools..I was with my Amma's sister.

Days passed by....with natural baby food,pamperin, Johnson baby poweder, a hefty lady (maid) to get me proper bath and shape (and I afraid whether I got her round shape) and of course all these happened with a lot of noise.

This was the routine...and every day looked same and I slowly learnt to roll, call "acha" "amma" crawl (still it helps me to move out and watch TV and grab food with out my wife's knowledge) and the baby grew from a four legged animal to two legged baby...FUN....FUN...

Lets skip the some stuff (as I couldn't recollect) and go to a world which believed to be the best in the world.

'Caricatures of My life' ....Cont.

After a long time......my last post or the first part of the story/life story was told on Jan 21st and today its August 27. I was busy with all celebrations (or aberration of life ?)..

Ravina (My sweet wife) was reading Rashmi Bansal's new magic book 'Connect The Dots' and slept...I don't like loneliness as it pricks sometimes....but now when I recap or trying to 'Connect the Dots' backward (Hats Off to SteveJobs!!) really feel happy..so thought to revisit my blog...I'm restarting my celebrations of life....I don't mind sometimes if you call it as aberration of life also...

My Life Story

Caricatures of Life

Years have passed…still on the way…sometimes the so called ‘destiny’ plays too much - making me fool, sometimes a spectator, sometimes an actor sometimes the victim…still I would like to believe destiny is being created by me. When the God almighty creates us he gives one of his ability to all - create (not about procreation) your own destiny and get motivated from that...Sometimes Destiny creates motivation as well.

When I was travelling along with the destiny (obviously created or unknowingly scripted by me in association with the ultimate power) I met a lot of people and played a lot of role justifying “Life is a Drama”. I want to tell about them…the give and takes…the pain and gain…the love and sorrow…Hope all of you have met them in all our life. Parents, Siblings, Friends, Crush, Lover……Wife, Parents & New family… Oh! The list is getting bigger. What I’m going to create is a caricature…Caricature of My own Life…Caricatures of whom I’ve met…

Caricature of My Dad obviously with My Mom & Sisters

…..You are blessed with a baby boy…

That made a big relief and an outburst of happiness on that early morning of Good Friday. His happiness echoed on the corridors of that Labor Room. He kissed the two little girls who were anxiously waiting with their dad to see the younger comrade with whom they will share the love, happiness and ‘toys’ the day onwards. That small creature’s cry (or was it a scream?) ensured that he is so demanding.

So I came with a lot of demands…smiles and with that heart – breaking cry.(Let me be little bit poetic, the thought itself is piercing my eardrum, - a real nuisance).

Her voice and the hand which was protecting gave me the courage to open my eyes to see the visitors…granny, grand pa, aunts, uncles and my two beautiful sisters who were so proudly distributing the chocolates.

The celebration of my life began….

(Cont......)