I am the Mantri, in BalRamayan

I donned the role of a Mantri in BalRamayan. I had a meaty role but missed out when I had to spend 20-25 days in Kerala after my grandfather passed away. Neverthaless, it was a great experience.

Mind you, this by no means is my first theatre experience. I am a pro.

Rhea as Mantri looks on as Sita delivers

Rhea the mantri stands next to Dritharashtra

Playing with my father

My father and I just roll on the bed and tickle each other. We also play all the dirty games (and get scolded by my mother).

My father and I touch our noses, tongues, bums etc which really maddens my mother. But when we aren’t looking she looks at us playing these dirty games and smiles. Couple of times I have spotted her doing that….and when she knows that she has been spotted she looks away.

When I tickle my father he really laughs out aloud. I wonder if he is doing this to make me laugh…for sometimes he starts laughing even before I start tickling.

My father and I roll on the bed & tickle each other

I love this guy Steve Jobs

Steve Jobs is dead. And I am mighty upset.

I have been using my father’s iphone for the last four years and his iPad for last two years….and I can tell you that Steve Jobs is God (I might be only four and half years old, but I can tell the difference between normal and extra ordinary!).

Don’t think I know Steve Jobs? Watch this video:

After my grandpa’s death, we need support

Sudhir uncle, Rema aunty and Anupam bhiaya are in our house today. When my grandma saw them she started crying. Then they also cried.

Must be something to do with my grandfather’s death. (Note to self: Got to understand what death is).

Anupam bhaiya wasn’t as excited to see me as he usually is. Maybe because he is eight years old he understands death better than me.

There is talk that we will be taking my grandfather to Kerala tomorrow. My father was missing the whole day today. When I asked my mother said he had gone to buy airplane ticket for my grandfather.

My grandfather passed away

The whole of today my parents were in the hospital because last night my grandfather had been admitted to the hospital. He was in the ICU and somebody had to be there always.

My father went to office till 12 noon and after sorting out a few issues, picked me up from school and dropped me home. He then gave me lunch (even as I watched Chota Bheem on Cartoon Network). Once we were done, he left home to be with my mother at the hospital.

While he was giving me lunch, I heard him thank his colleagues for offering to donate blood. Eight of my father’s colleagues had come to the hospital to donate blood. Apparently my grandpa was bleeding from his oesophagus and needed a lot of blood.

I miss my grandfather. I remember asking my father when he will bring my grandpa back. My father didn’t have an answer. I even promised him that I will ask God to make him alright.

At 5.32 pm, he passed away. My mother returned home alone at 7 pm and told my grandma the news. She burst out crying….what more could she do.

I feel so helpless….just hugging my mother and my grandma. I also cried a lot. But I am not able to understand death yet ….maybe that’s why my mother showed me the stars and said my grandpa was in the stars. That’s when I asked my mother: “And the moon? Is he on the moon as well?”

My mother confirmed that yes, he was. She even said from now onwards my grandfather will be speaking to God and will be telling him to give me good drawing books & crayons.

My father didn’t come till I slept off at 9.30 pm….my mother said he was getting some death summary from the hospital and some police documentation as well.

My mother is really upset. I know she gave it her best after my grandfather was diagnosed with Cancer in August 2010…..but she couldn’t save him.

This is the first death I am experiencing.