I am Rhea Rajan. Born on 29 March, 2007…and yet with lots to share. My parents are Rekha & Rajan...and we now live in Gurgaon. Do let me know how I blog...

Back home, with a bang!

Posted: April 20th, 2011 | Author: | Filed under: Grand Parents, I, me, myself, Kerala | Comments Off on Back home, with a bang!

Hello everyone, I am back after a short vacation in a forest (Kabini, I learnt from my parents) and my mother’s hometown, Kannur, Kerala.

First, we went to Kabini…that’s a forest. I saw leopards, elephants and dancing peacocks. I never got to ride on an elephant though. I think my father didn’t have enough money for taking me for the ride. I cried and cried, but the safari uncle just wouldn’t let me get off the jeep and go for the ride. I am still angry at that uncle.

I also played in a swing made of tyres. It was easy for me to swing in the tyre swing because I had already seen kids do it on Youtube, in Amma’s laptop. I had lots of fun. I saw monkeys and deers….lots of them.

After three days in Kabini, we went to Kannur, in a car. My parents told me later that I slept through the trip. But that’s ok. I only missed the tea estates on the way…and shops such as Goodwill Medicals, Anupam Tailors (didn’t know my brother Anupam owned a shop) and such.

Once I reached Kerala, it was all fun. I met lots of uncles and aunts…and I was asked to perform in front of all of them. I danced to all my favourite songs – Munnni badnaam hui, Sheela ki jawani and Daarling. But these elders never understand that kids can’t always perform consistently under so much pressure.

After all that masti, I am back home. Mom packed me off to school and daycare the very next day. (In spite of the hangover that I had) Grrrrr!

And now every day I have homework to do. Ma’m says joining dots and making straight lines is the first step to writing well. But I am confused because I have already started writing ABCD.

More on homework, later 🙂


How my mother gives me dinner

Posted: February 8th, 2011 | Author: | Filed under: I, me, myself | Comments Off on How my mother gives me dinner

Like my parents I also love stories and story books. Every time, I eat I get to hear stories from them.

My mother prefers to tell me stories from my books, while my father creates his own. While listening to my father’s stories I generally give him a list of characters I want in the story.

My favorite characters are Lion, Tiger, Elephant, Rat, Rabbit and Tortoise. Sometimes, I do prefer birds in my stories….but not always.


I played with my brother Anupam

Posted: December 24th, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: Gurgaon, I, me, myself | Comments Off on I played with my brother Anupam

My Rema aunt and her son Anupam (who happens to be my elder brother) visited us for four days in the fag end of December.

These pictures were taken by my dad in the park at Uniworld Gardens, where we stay.


Tau Devi Lal Park in Gurgaon

Posted: December 12th, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: Grand Parents, I, me, myself | Comments Off on Tau Devi Lal Park in Gurgaon

See pictures of me attending the Biodiversity Tau Devilal Park in Gurgaon with my parents and grand parents one winter morning.


I am more sophisticated than my parents

Posted: October 10th, 2010 | Author: | Filed under: I, me, myself | Comments Off on I am more sophisticated than my parents

They say I have sophistication….something that both my parents don’t have. But we can’t really blame my parents. After all, their parents weren’t as ‘exposed to the outside world’ as mine are.

Just in case you didn’t know my father touched a fork for the first time when he was planting a sapling. Surprised? Yes, he was planting a sampling in the backyard of their Madurai house and his spade sounded like it hit a metal. He dug deeper dreaming of untold treasures only to find that it was a rusted fork.

Though when he was selected as one of the 24 Indian youth to represent India in the Indo-Canada Youth Exchange Program 1997 the NCC officers trained him in usage of fork and spoon…he was no good. In fact, he lost out on one of his girl friends because he didn’t know how to eat noodles with fork. You can read his documentation of the story here.

My mother is no good too. When she uses her fork, it seems as if a crane is lifting soil to fill a pit.

I in turn, by some quirk and some good observation skills have ended up becoming a sophisticated eater. And I am only three and a half…which means, I can get better with my table manners.

Don’t believe me? Check a video of me eating lunch one day.