My favourite place in my house

I have found my favourite place in my house, its a quite little corner inside the TV stand. Whenever my parents are busy watching TV and are not giving any attention to me….this is where I sit.

This way, my parents just can’t ignore me. Pretty soon, they are forced to switch off the TV and play with me.

Guess, innocence still works in this world. Wonder if by the time I am 18, I will be able to work it on my boy friends….

Here is my fav place:

Father thinks I might marry the ice-man

Though my father believes that I will end up marrying an ice cream seller, he is wrong. My father doesn’t understand that the survival instincts in a woman get better as she ages and matures…and hence I am more likely to marry an ice cream factory owner.

I love my ice creams and ice sticks.

His beliefs aside, my father is cool. Everyday in the evening he goes to the ice cream wala just outside our house and buys Orange, Mango, and Chocolate ice sticks for us. My house is funny…everybody loves their own flavours – I love Orange, my mother loves chocolate and my father loves Mango. Since my father ‘thinks’ he is a foodie, and he should experiment with food…he also brings kesar and pista flavours from time to time. If you know my father, please don’t burst his bubble…he will feel very bad. All his beliefs aside, I still love him.

When my father is home early, he takes me along to buy the ice sticks….and on such days I get a bonus – he gives me one orange stick to eat on our way back. And since we hide this fact from my mother, she gives me one more when we reach home.

Though…sometimes I do wonder if my mom pretends to not know. How could some one miss the orange lips I get after I have had an orange ice stick?

Just in case you didn’t know how much I love the stick ice, take a look at the video below:

Let me at least hold my toys

Having toys is different from holding (and playing with) toys. For the last few months I have been seeing this strange behavior of human beings. Why bring in a gift, if you can’t give it to the person for whom it was bought?

For example, Sumathi…one of my aunts bought a squeaky cat for me. Just when my mother was about to place it in my cradle, my aunt said: “Bhabhi, don’t you want to wash it first?”

I thought my aunt was being sarcastic of my mother’s cleanliness…..but no she was serious. Both my aunt and my mother then washed the toy with detergent, and then with Dettol and left it to dry in the sun.

They then spoke of the times when their families were poor and how they never had toys to play and how they had to create their own toys. Their concern was that I was just 3 months old and already had 34 toys. Is it my fault that I was born into a rich family? Actually, I don’t know my family’s bank balances yet, but my parents eat bread and jam for breakfast – so they ought to be rich.

If only I could talk, I would like to inform these two ladies that of the 34 toys I have, I haven’t yet touch 33. The one I have been given to play with is the Teether, which is anyway always sticky with saliva.

If only my mother would give me my toys to hold.