<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658</id><updated>2009-12-29T12:15:20.956+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Times of 'Aryan'</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>195</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-6680629799867288798</id><published>2009-12-22T16:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-24T17:10:22.474+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incidents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Feeling Blessed&quot; Moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>Growing up and talking</title><content type='html'>These days he constantly suprises me with his logic and understanding of language and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relations.Some random incidents :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Aryan was teasing me , calling me "You not Mumma , you Papa"&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to tease back , "You are not Aryan , You are Anirudh"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : Giggles "I not Anirudh , I Aryan"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "You Anirudh"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "Ok , I Anirudh , You Taiji"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and thought , wow , Anirudh's mom is his taiji , so if he is Anirudh , I should be taiji &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He feels scared of fogging sound and smoke which they do it reqularly for mosquitoes in the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apartment complex. Now he is slowly getting over his fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day he tells me after he hears the fogging sound, "Mumma I am not scared of Smoke"&lt;br /&gt;Me :  "Yes , I know that you are a brave boy"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "Okay" pause for 2 seconds "Thank You !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow , he realized that he was complimented!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;He is not much interested in TV. TV is for Papa and rarely for Mumma and never for him. So he doesnot care whatever we watch though we are usually careful. One day we saw him glued to TV , standing very near to the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband : "Aryan .... Aryan ... Aryan" , "Aryan , come behind and see"&lt;br /&gt;No response &lt;br /&gt;Me : "Aryan ...what happened"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan turns with a concerned sad look on his face , "Mumma sab roh kyo rahe hai ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was concerned about why all the characters on the TV are crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day , "Mumma , I got hurt"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Where?"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "Thumbkin mein, Mere blood ho gaya"&lt;br /&gt;There was no blood , I kissed his thumbkin and it was all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where did he learn about Blood ??? &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I asked him to get me water.&lt;br /&gt;He comes back after 5 minutes and tells me , "Mumma no glass"&lt;br /&gt;And he is holding a small bowl full of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another blessed moment for me , he got me water anyway , even if he could not find a glass :-)&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we got a star for Christmas as Aryan wanted to hang one , seeing at so many stars in the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;So when we came home he told Anupam to hang the star and Anupam told him that he is busy with something and Mumma will do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells his papa , "No papa , aap lagao , aap bade ho na , mumma choti hai "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow , his dad waved it off and Mumma stood on stool to hang the star, but could not reach the destination. So he runs and drags a chair that was higher than the stool and tells me to use that :-) :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally though papa hang the star over a bulb. And he was delighted to see the light through the star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sometime Aryan tells me ,"Mumma light band kar do , star hot ho jayega."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now , how does he know that it will get hot from light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small incidents though ..make me reliaze how fast he is growing up :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-6680629799867288798?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6680629799867288798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=6680629799867288798' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/6680629799867288798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/6680629799867288798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/growing-up-and-talking.html' title='Growing up and talking'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-7867114100851941833</id><published>2009-12-22T14:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-22T14:33:46.625+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Feeling Blessed&quot; Moment'/><title type='text'>Doctor ke jaye ?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday night I had terrible head ache. I was reading a story to Aryan but the animation was missing. Needless to say Aryan was disappointed and told me , loudly sunao. So I told him I have head ache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which he asked me "lag gai ? , kahan ?". &lt;br /&gt;I pointed at my forhead. &lt;br /&gt;He got up and rushed towards the almira , "Main cream laata hoon" &lt;br /&gt;(Cream = Body lotion/Boro Plus that I use to sooth his mosquito bites / scratches) &lt;br /&gt;I told him "Nahi Aryan , no cream"&lt;br /&gt;He then comes and presses my forhead with his hand and says "Thik ho gayi ??? , Doctor ke jaye ?"&lt;br /&gt;I just smiled :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-7867114100851941833?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7867114100851941833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=7867114100851941833' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/7867114100851941833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/7867114100851941833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/doctor-ke-jaye.html' title='Doctor ke jaye ?'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-7973544421803806768</id><published>2009-12-14T11:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:10:14.090+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking'/><title type='text'>You-my-friend ?</title><content type='html'>These days Aryan is fully into the concept of friends and no friends. So if he is angry with you , he will make a sad face and say "&lt;em&gt;I not your Friend&lt;/em&gt;" and then he would expect you to patch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I get angry , he will try to patch up by making funny faces , kissing hugging etc and asking every 2 minutes "&lt;em&gt;You-my-Friend &lt;/em&gt;?" , to which I would say "No" , he would reply "&lt;em&gt;I your friend&lt;/em&gt;" and will continue his patch up till I say "&lt;em&gt;Yes , I your Friend&lt;/em&gt;". In reply to which he will hold the corners of my lips and pull them apart and say "&lt;em&gt;Smile&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that this talk is going in daycare and school too. The other day I heard the maid in daycare asking him "&lt;em&gt;Aryan which Aunty is friend&lt;/em&gt;" and he replied "&lt;em&gt;Bhagya Aunty&lt;/em&gt;" , that was the name of the lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday night I was asking him about kids in school and he told me , "&lt;em&gt;S said , I not your friend&lt;/em&gt;" , "&lt;em&gt;M said I your Friend&lt;/em&gt;" and so on ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time you visit our place , expect the question , "&lt;em&gt;you-my-friend &lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-7973544421803806768?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7973544421803806768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=7973544421803806768' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/7973544421803806768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/7973544421803806768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-my-friend.html' title='You-my-friend ?'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-8584101078229370118</id><published>2009-12-10T11:47:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-10T12:30:36.911+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Annual Sports Day</title><content type='html'>Aryan had his first sports day at school on 4th December. The theme of the event was Christmas ! He participated in a race called Starry Night , where the kids needed to pick up 2 cardboard stars on the way and reach to the finishing line. Aryan fared well , just that he forgot to run for few seconds in between :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SxyXU9rQXDI/AAAAAAAAGBk/JYHW5DGgIb8/s400/Picture%20218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Peeping Through"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/Sxyi7kgMHoI/AAAAAAAAGDw/U6VKKESGZLs/s400/Picture%20189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ready"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a06aed9ae43c1e94" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAP0YN7YpWvFNWPjMMOzGjlX3QX0D2n-oy6E2smVBeXBu8WYxdlDNUFI2ugd4GFKes4os81vO6TXImElyJ2kUd19Po41vAicoBruMUEhQZKEUHimf0hisWICfMpLdMjm6wX8RqgcyDo22ai-HLTbYfUJmU9Y-78FcDNgK6JQTGkOG_N7YOURYqK61GCUu1tEStFITOSkXwGRq7RAC_8TsTIupF8sGQBu2UXIm3kXUyIPI%26sigh%3D_BM4n-cIZFDbI9J_koBEMjKguUM%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da06aed9ae43c1e94%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D18kfaafoUpha9ZSWMc6Iue9KIzs&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAP0YN7YpWvFNWPjMMOzGjlX3QX0D2n-oy6E2smVBeXBu8WYxdlDNUFI2ugd4GFKes4os81vO6TXImElyJ2kUd19Po41vAicoBruMUEhQZKEUHimf0hisWICfMpLdMjm6wX8RqgcyDo22ai-HLTbYfUJmU9Y-78FcDNgK6JQTGkOG_N7YOURYqK61GCUu1tEStFITOSkXwGRq7RAC_8TsTIupF8sGQBu2UXIm3kXUyIPI%26sigh%3D_BM4n-cIZFDbI9J_koBEMjKguUM%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da06aed9ae43c1e94%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D18kfaafoUpha9ZSWMc6Iue9KIzs&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you spot him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a parent's and teachers race as well. Cutest thing was to see the little ones running and trying to do their best. Teachers were so caring for the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snacks was served to the kids and Aryan told that he had "cake, banana and &lt;em&gt;mirchi wala juice&lt;/em&gt;" !&lt;br /&gt;(Later I came to know that it was lemonade!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-8584101078229370118?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a06aed9ae43c1e94&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8584101078229370118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=8584101078229370118' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/8584101078229370118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/8584101078229370118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/aryan-had-his-first-sports-day-at.html' title='Annual Sports Day'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SxyXU9rQXDI/AAAAAAAAGBk/JYHW5DGgIb8/s72-c/Picture%20218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-4712200786622836930</id><published>2009-12-01T12:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-01T14:05:16.393+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incidents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Trip to ice cream parlour</title><content type='html'>Aryan loves ice cream..yeah who doen't ..but these days its kind of mania ..he wants ice cream whenever we go out. So when I read on his monthly synopsis that they will take them to ice cream parlour I was so excited at the thought of it. I waited for the day for so long , but to my bad luck he got fever just a week before the trip and his dad almost decided that we will not send him to school on the D day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully he improved and the dad got convinced that 1 scoop of ice cream is okay. So yesterday , I told him that ma'am will take him for ice cream today and he was so excited. Then I told him that if ma'am ask what ice cream you want , tell her you want "Vanilla". He could not pronounce "Vanilla" properly and so I told him that tell her that you want "white ice cream"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates after the school :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Aryan ice cream khane gaye the"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : With a big smile , "haan"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Kaun sa ice cream khaya"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "strawbery , pink wala"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Wow" , pretending to cry , "meri ice cream kahan hai , mujhe bhi khana hai, pink wala"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : With a Mumma kind of pacifying look and a happy smile ,"aapko khana hai ,layenge aapke liye , chutti mein, okay ?"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "promise ?"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "yes , promise" , shakes hand&lt;br /&gt;After some time ..&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : with a sad face , "Mumma ma'am ne white ice cream nahi diya"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-4712200786622836930?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4712200786622836930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=4712200786622836930' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/4712200786622836930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/4712200786622836930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/trip-to-ice-cream-parlour.html' title='Trip to ice cream parlour'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-2649808020078976572</id><published>2009-11-24T14:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-24T14:49:27.948+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/Swuk7mcPu5I/AAAAAAAAGAI/4mVZxm3xbFg/s1600/Picture+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/Swuk7mcPu5I/AAAAAAAAGAI/4mVZxm3xbFg/s400/Picture+127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407597121426668434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-2649808020078976572?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2649808020078976572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=2649808020078976572' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/2649808020078976572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/2649808020078976572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/Swuk7mcPu5I/AAAAAAAAGAI/4mVZxm3xbFg/s72-c/Picture+127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-4395756467916970934</id><published>2009-11-23T14:41:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-23T14:46:02.322+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft'/><title type='text'>Rocket - School Trip and Craft</title><content type='html'>Aryan had a trip to HAL museum last month and I just came to know that he saw helicopter , rocket and aeroplane. And hence we made the following this weekend :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SwpScZdJjlI/AAAAAAAAF_8/4XRzxopoqbk/s1600/Picture+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SwpScZdJjlI/AAAAAAAAF_8/4XRzxopoqbk/s400/Picture+141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407224950434664018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-4395756467916970934?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4395756467916970934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=4395756467916970934' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/4395756467916970934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/4395756467916970934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/rocket-school-trip-and-craft.html' title='Rocket - School Trip and Craft'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SwpScZdJjlI/AAAAAAAAF_8/4XRzxopoqbk/s72-c/Picture+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-7310978247053722884</id><published>2009-11-19T11:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:29:44.065+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Tories from the other side</title><content type='html'>Now that Mumma is done with all her &lt;a href="http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/tory.html"&gt;tory&lt;/a&gt; , Aryan takes the charge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the tories come extempore just as mumma made them up initially :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumma Once-upo-a-time there was a papa car , Aryan do &lt;a href="http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/papa-car-aryan-car-pike-pike-peeko.html"&gt;pike pike &lt;/a&gt;and go to school , Pj Ma'am (&lt;em&gt;Teacher's name&lt;/em&gt;) said I not your friend Aryan , Va ma'am said I not your friend , JK ma'am said I not your friend , I do drawing , Pj Ma'am  said I your friend Aryan ,Va Ma'am  said I your friend Aryan,Jk Ma'am  said I your friend Aryan ,I remove shoes, RP Aunty (maid) said No Aryan ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumma , Once-upo-a-time there was a bathroom , bathroom said "do susu , do potty" , .....(&lt;em&gt;i forgot the text here&lt;/em&gt;)....there was a moon and a star and a fan .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-7310978247053722884?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7310978247053722884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=7310978247053722884' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/7310978247053722884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/7310978247053722884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/tories-from-other-side.html' title='Tories from the other side'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-7936810335942460888</id><published>2009-11-16T15:49:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:05:39.684+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking'/><title type='text'>Golden words</title><content type='html'>1. "Papa car choti (small) hai, main big papa car laonga , white wali"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Mumma , Papa is lion , I monkey , you cat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Mumma mujhe aeroplane chalana hai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "A is my friend , B is my friend , C is my friend , X is NOT my friend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Where A,B,C and X are names of kids , so when did he got the concept of friends and not friends ?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-7936810335942460888?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7936810335942460888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=7936810335942460888' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/7936810335942460888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/7936810335942460888'/><link 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ka petrol kahan hai &lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Me , notices his finger towards a truck on our right , on the road , thinking what he is asking : &lt;em&gt;"Ohh u mean truck ka petrol tank kahan hai ????"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "&lt;em&gt;haan&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Me , trying to locate truck's petrol ..err ..diesel tank : "&lt;em&gt;Aryan thats on other side , us taraf hai&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan not satisfied by my answer : "&lt;em&gt;kahan&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;em&gt;"doosre truck mein dikhayenge , wait"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan , Spots another one ahead : &lt;em&gt;"woh raha doosra truck , petrol kahan hai??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "&lt;em&gt;Wait , will show when we reach near&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan waits imapatiently till we reach near the truck&lt;br /&gt;Me : "&lt;em&gt;dekho yeh raha&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan , satisfied : "&lt;em&gt;ok&lt;/em&gt;" spots a bus now , "&lt;em&gt;Mumma dekho yeh bus ka petrol hai&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : Walking in the park , hears some noise from some apartment nearby&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Mumma yeh kiss ka awaaz hai?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "&lt;em&gt;Cooker ka&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "&lt;em&gt;Kahan se aaya ?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "&lt;em&gt;Aunty ke ghar se&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "&lt;em&gt;Aunty kya bana rahi hai &lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "&lt;em&gt;I don't know&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "&lt;em&gt;Chawal &lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "&lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan walking past swimming pool at 8.30 PM at night : "&lt;em&gt;Mumma , main swimming pool main jump karoon &lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "&lt;em&gt;No Aryan&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "&lt;em&gt;kyo &lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "&lt;em&gt;Its so cold now , saturday ko aayenge&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "&lt;em&gt;jab sun aayega &lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "&lt;em&gt;haan&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan, having house keys in his hand : "&lt;em&gt;Mumma main keys swimming pool mein daal doon &lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;Me , scared and alert : "&lt;em&gt;No Aryan&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "&lt;em&gt;kyo &lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan in the car parking : "&lt;em&gt;yeh papa car hai&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "&lt;em&gt;haan&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan spots a honda city : "&lt;em&gt;yeh tauji car hai&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;em&gt;haan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan goes so on to spot all the cars that are owned by all the near and far relatives in the family and friends and finally ...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Mumma , aapka auto kahan hai ?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-7592843415749515801?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7592843415749515801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=7592843415749515801' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/7592843415749515801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/7592843415749515801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-10160751128151688</id><published>2009-11-05T14:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-05T15:00:04.524+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anirudh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antics'/><title type='text'>Papa Car , Aryan Car , pike pike , peeko peeko</title><content type='html'>He is fascinated about cars and wants to drive one as soon as possible. All his games and talks revolve around cars these days. He is so much into it that I cannot explain that in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning soon after bath when he is just in towel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "&lt;em&gt;Main papa car drive karoonga&lt;/em&gt;" (one of his most commom ask these days)&lt;br /&gt;Me : "&lt;em&gt;No Aryan , aap abhi bahut chote ho , pehle papa jaise big ho jao , tab papa car chalana&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(now some tricks) "&lt;em&gt;Aryan aapko pata hai , agar aap school jaoge , toh new things seekhoge , aur jaldi se bade ho jaoge&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "&lt;em&gt;Anirudh Jaise&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(YEAH ..He does call him "Anirudh" at times , while if I call him "Anirudh" I get a scolding ,"&lt;em&gt;Mumma Anirudh nahi kehte , bolo ANIRUDH BHAIYA&lt;/em&gt;")&lt;br /&gt;Me : "&lt;em&gt;Haan Anirudh Bhaiya jaise&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "&lt;em&gt;Main &lt;strong&gt;pike-pike&lt;/strong&gt; karoonga&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pike-Pike&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is the sound that comes when we unlock the car , you know the sound of center locking)&lt;br /&gt;Me : "&lt;em&gt;Ok&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "&lt;em&gt; gimme menote&lt;/em&gt;" (give me remote) " &lt;em&gt;papaaaa ..gimme pike pike menote&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Papa : "&lt;em&gt;ok&lt;/em&gt;" (gets the remote and hands over to Aryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days every evening Aryan , Mumma and Mickey mouse (MM) (an ugly old mickey mouse soft toy that Aryan loves for God knows why) go "&lt;em&gt;ghumma&lt;/em&gt;" (outing) in Aryan's car.&lt;br /&gt;And the role play fever has gone to next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "&lt;em&gt;Mumma Mickey mouse Aryan hai&lt;/em&gt;" (mickey mouse is Aryan) "&lt;em&gt;Mumma Mickey mouse main papa&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "&lt;em&gt;You are papa of mickey mouse&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "&lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "&lt;em&gt;Mumma baitho , ghumma jayenge , Aryan car&lt;/em&gt;" Needless to say I am Aryan's mom ..thankfully :)&lt;br /&gt;Me : "&lt;em&gt;Kahan jayenge&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : " &lt;em&gt;Subji wala&lt;/em&gt;" (Vegetable shop / supermarket)&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;em&gt;ok&lt;/em&gt; (I stand behind his pedal car , coz its too small for me to sit :P)&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "&lt;em&gt;Mumma mickey mouse ko toh le aao&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I follow the instruction&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "&lt;em&gt;Main door kholta hoon&lt;/em&gt;" , pretends to open car door and I make MM sit in the car.&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;peeko peeko taai tai , peeko peeko taai tai,peeko peeko taai tai&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;This is car in reverse gear , the sound is of reverse gear horn , as it comes from his Nanu (my father's car).&lt;br /&gt;He drives thr in reverse , watching sides like his dad , turns it and then says ,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Mumma baitho&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand at the back of car and move as the car moves and we reach subzi wala , which is a nearby table or chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "&lt;em&gt;Mumma aap Mickey mouse ko le lo , main park karta hoon. peeko peeko tai tai&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "Mu&lt;em&gt;mma tomato le lo&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Me : "&lt;em&gt;Uncle tomato dena , 1 kg&lt;/em&gt;" , carry a virtual carry bag and come back&lt;br /&gt;Aryan :" &lt;em&gt;Mumma , paise toh do&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I give virtual money&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "&lt;em&gt;Main boot kholta hoon&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Pretends to open car boot , with a spare keys that he consider his car keys&lt;br /&gt;I keep virtual vegetable bags in boot , he closes the boot , locks it and we come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get the drift. We do go to buy clothes for MM too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-10160751128151688?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/10160751128151688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=10160751128151688' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/10160751128151688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/10160751128151688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/papa-car-aryan-car-pike-pike-peeko.html' title='Papa Car , Aryan Car , pike pike , peeko peeko'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-4258673564466112865</id><published>2009-10-30T10:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:11:33.576+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diwali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anirudh'/><title type='text'>A Brotherly pose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SupuJeykCVI/AAAAAAAAF4k/54RywhPxaBc/s1600-h/IMG_6476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398248212519979346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SupuJeykCVI/AAAAAAAAF4k/54RywhPxaBc/s400/IMG_6476.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats on 17th October 2009. And they are dressed for deepawali puja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you all had a nice time on deepawali !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-4258673564466112865?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4258673564466112865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=4258673564466112865' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/4258673564466112865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/4258673564466112865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/brotherly-pose.html' title='A Brotherly pose'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SupuJeykCVI/AAAAAAAAF4k/54RywhPxaBc/s72-c/IMG_6476.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-469276438508635168</id><published>2009-10-14T09:32:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:46:32.584+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dadu-Dadi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GP day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nanu-Nani'/><title type='text'>School Trip , GP day  and More</title><content type='html'>The trip did happen on same day and Aryan chose not to share details. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We happened to meet his teacher when we went to school on this saturday(to deposit fees) and she told me that the trip did happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when I showed him THE supermarket and asked if he came here with ma'am , he said "&lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;" :P . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further I asked what did he see here and he told "&lt;strong&gt;deo papa jaisa&lt;/strong&gt;" and "&lt;strong&gt;lollypop&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uff these kids na , I was almost wanting to talk to the school about not informing us about the cancellation !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also , Shruti reminded me that I forgot to post about Grand Parents day , so here is an update :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand parents day was sometime in September , I guess 10th September and none of his GP were here. The school told you can send elderly people with whom the child is attached but we had no one here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that he would be disturbed not to find anyone from his family and so suggested that we will not send him school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband on the other hand suggested that he should. And so he went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came back usual and when I asked what happened during the day , he told me :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"New dadu-dadi aaya tha, two two"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL !! "&lt;strong&gt;two-two&lt;/strong&gt;" means more than one ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did tell this to his grandparents and we all had a good laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I leave you with some pics clicked on saturday :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/StVQiQUCGfI/AAAAAAAAF3o/whUaPQ6J0sQ/s1600-h/Image0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/StVQiQUCGfI/AAAAAAAAF3o/whUaPQ6J0sQ/s400/Image0277.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392304678270802418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/StVQYYJbLNI/AAAAAAAAF3g/uOFp7UIj4kk/s1600-h/Image0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/StVQYYJbLNI/AAAAAAAAF3g/uOFp7UIj4kk/s400/Image0276.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392304508575100114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/StVQYDh5TkI/AAAAAAAAF3Y/Lfqq22ALW7E/s1600-h/Image0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/StVQYDh5TkI/AAAAAAAAF3Y/Lfqq22ALW7E/s400/Image0275.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392304503040593474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/StVQXt0SJwI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/2ksWnamnYQo/s1600-h/Image0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/StVQXt0SJwI/AAAAAAAAF3Q/2ksWnamnYQo/s400/Image0274.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392304497212139266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/StVQXLY_STI/AAAAAAAAF3I/iR4cxxkPAuY/s1600-h/Image0273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/StVQXLY_STI/AAAAAAAAF3I/iR4cxxkPAuY/s400/Image0273.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392304487970851122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/StVQW90Ey6I/AAAAAAAAF3A/O70GvY1uyTk/s1600-h/Image0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/StVQW90Ey6I/AAAAAAAAF3A/O70GvY1uyTk/s400/Image0272.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392304484326362018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy and have a great diwali , See you after 28th Oct !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-469276438508635168?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/469276438508635168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=469276438508635168' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/469276438508635168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/469276438508635168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-trip-gp-day-and-more.html' title='School Trip , GP day  and More'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/StVQiQUCGfI/AAAAAAAAF3o/whUaPQ6J0sQ/s72-c/Image0277.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-692943711473744267</id><published>2009-10-08T13:59:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:47:52.715+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Trip to Supermarket</title><content type='html'>Just for record, Aryan went for his first school trip today , to a near by super market. Waiting to meet him and hear what he says !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Editted to Add : Looks like the trip got cancelled :( Aryan told me " Ma'am Subjiwala nahi le gayi" (Subjiwala is Supermarket in Aryan's lingo)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Read the update &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/school-trip-gp-day-and-more.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-692943711473744267?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/692943711473744267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SsmCydZHeAI/AAAAAAAAFyg/FC-W3YvHwOs/s400/Image0261.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily dancing !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SsmCyqKhjOI/AAAAAAAAFyk/NGcuHardK_8/s400/Image0263.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naughty and excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SsmCMei_SvI/AAAAAAAAFxA/mFeCGC8XnZ4/s400/Picture%20184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice Break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SsmCNYjMU0I/AAAAAAAAFxE/uDFPvYPRoT4/s400/Picture%20189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SsmCO6RXyWI/AAAAAAAAFxM/vn2nUlznm7Q/s400/Picture%20191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan Clicks Bhaiya ji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SsmCRSQPwmI/AAAAAAAAFxY/3vIrRP1nYTo/s400/Picture%20194.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chachu beta !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SsmCThWY6GI/AAAAAAAAFxk/Y2YL8P1dNNc/s400/Picture%20196.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SsmCUhxKxBI/AAAAAAAAFxo/z__b-5QuyAA/s400/Picture%20197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-6808674808114412296?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6808674808114412296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=6808674808114412296' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/6808674808114412296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/6808674808114412296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/aryan-with-his-bhaiya.html' title='Aryan with his Bhaiya !'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SsmCySNzCFI/AAAAAAAAFyU/1c4pShlSni8/s72-c/Image0257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-5516686060070787264</id><published>2009-09-30T11:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:31:51.987+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antics'/><title type='text'>Ek 'Snan' aisa bhi</title><content type='html'>If someone plans to write a book with title "1001 ways to bath" or "Ek 'Snan' aisa bhi" , then this might help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SsLy0xi1_BI/AAAAAAAAFt0/2pwfRiJQQ_o/s1600-h/Picture+355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387135092755135506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SsLy0xi1_BI/AAAAAAAAFt0/2pwfRiJQQ_o/s400/Picture+355.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SsLy0jInVII/AAAAAAAAFts/pkRVpLuz1mk/s1600-h/Picture+354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387135088887026818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SsLy0jInVII/AAAAAAAAFts/pkRVpLuz1mk/s400/Picture+354.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SsLy1d_xDBI/AAAAAAAAFt8/IPrQRYiJevg/s1600-h/Picture+356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387135104687606802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SsLy1d_xDBI/AAAAAAAAFt8/IPrQRYiJevg/s400/Picture+356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-5516686060070787264?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5516686060070787264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=5516686060070787264' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/5516686060070787264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/5516686060070787264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/ek-snan-aisa-bhi.html' title='Ek &apos;Snan&apos; aisa bhi'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SsLy0xi1_BI/AAAAAAAAFt0/2pwfRiJQQ_o/s72-c/Picture+355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-430025130606134781</id><published>2009-09-16T14:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:09:50.968+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naughtiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Antics'/><title type='text'>Role Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-there-was-horse.html"&gt;Role play&lt;/a&gt; is a favourite game at this age. Till now it was only limited to humans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Aryan playing papa and Mumma playing mumma and Aryan's car playing papa's car and we go and buy veggies from uncle (invisible) who sits on ironing table selling vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or like Mumma playing &lt;a href="http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/04/kya-yehi-pyar-hai.html"&gt;A &lt;/a&gt;and Aryan playing B kids of the day care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these days its different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mumma , I cockroach , You lizard"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whats next !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-430025130606134781?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/430025130606134781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=430025130606134781' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/430025130606134781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/430025130606134781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/role-play.html' title='Role Play'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-2813544592632559203</id><published>2009-09-15T10:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:02:53.869+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incidents'/><title type='text'>A child's Enthusiasm!</title><content type='html'>On Sunday night , I woke up around 3 / 4 AM with Aryan's kick on my tummy. There was no power (and generator was not switched on ..wonder why ) , so night lamp was not on. It was raining heavily outside. Aryan was twisting and turning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He : "Mumma , Rain Rain". &lt;br /&gt;I : "yes". &lt;br /&gt;He : "Umbrella"&lt;br /&gt;I : "No Aryan its night , sleep"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He keeps quiet and kept turning sides. Kept banging his hand /leg /whatever on whatever parts of my body , just to make sure I don't sleep. I kept telling him to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like an hour or more , I kept trying to make him sleep in all possible ways , hugging , cuddling , patting , showing off that I slept but nothing worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I : "Aryan , Are you Hungry ?"&lt;br /&gt;He : "No"&lt;br /&gt;I : "Want Milk"&lt;br /&gt;He : "No"&lt;br /&gt;I : Want to Pee"&lt;br /&gt;He : "No"&lt;br /&gt;I : "Tummy mein pain hai"&lt;br /&gt;He : "No"&lt;br /&gt;I : "Then why dont you sleep"&lt;br /&gt;He : "Rain Rain"&lt;br /&gt;I : "Yeah , but thats outside , sleep please"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No luck. It was 6 in the morning and the alarm rang. Then the maid knocked. I opened the door. Aryan is wide awake , happily sitting. I am visually pissed off and sleep deprived. Husband wakes up and I had a out burst ,"Its been 3 hours , he is not sleeping ....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now its husband's turn to take care of him and I went off for a power nap of 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up after 30 minutes and I see Aryan is sleeping peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I asked hubby , "What did you do , I tried everything"&lt;br /&gt;Hubby : "Nothing , he was excited about the rain and wanted to see rain "&lt;br /&gt;I : "Ya , I know at midnight"&lt;br /&gt;Hubby : "So I took him in the balcony , he stood there with his umbrella for 5 minutes watching the rain , then I asked him to come inside and he came and cuddled with me and slept in 2 seconds"&lt;br /&gt;I : "OMG"&lt;br /&gt;Hubby : "Thats known as a child's enthusiasm. He was not sleeping in excitement"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-2813544592632559203?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2813544592632559203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=2813544592632559203' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/2813544592632559203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/2813544592632559203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/childs-enthusiasm.html' title='A child&apos;s Enthusiasm!'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-334726542178736459</id><published>2009-09-09T09:56:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:03:26.714+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incidents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><title type='text'>Dream ..was it ?</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot to blog this , thankfully I read &lt;a href="http://littlediva.wordpress.com/2009/09/08/omg/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;just now on Trish's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend , Aryan woke and told me , "Mumma fall down , auto mein" , "Mumma lag gayi, yahan(pointing his arm)", "auto and bike fall down".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him , no Aryan mumma did not fall down and mumma is alright but he repeated the same again. So I asked him , if he saw this when he was sleeping and he said "yes" !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He remembered this all through the day and repeated the same in the evening too ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if that was a dream or his imagination ? Did he see an auto and bike accident somewhere and related that to me , since he has seen me travelling in autos sometimes ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-334726542178736459?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/334726542178736459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=334726542178736459' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/334726542178736459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/334726542178736459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/dream-was-it.html' title='Dream ..was it ?'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-1483304828807844847</id><published>2009-09-08T11:14:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:23:43.863+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Incidents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Talking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing up'/><title type='text'>BABY ...WHO ????</title><content type='html'>Of love and of habit , I call Aryan as "baby" at times. In the past week it happened twice, something that left me stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I called him "baby" he giggled like I cracked a joke and said , "I not baby , I Aryan , &lt;a href="http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/search/label/Tejas"&gt;Tejas&lt;/a&gt; baby" :O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened to my baby suddenly ??? Grown up ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-1483304828807844847?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1483304828807844847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=1483304828807844847' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/1483304828807844847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/1483304828807844847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby-who.html' title='BABY ...WHO ????'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-6643402892891908613</id><published>2009-09-02T16:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:13:09.610+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Guess what's happening here..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/Sp5UiaDAbhI/AAAAAAAAFrw/h_TZa19X3gE/s1600-h/Image0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376827955211169298" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/Sp5UiaDAbhI/AAAAAAAAFrw/h_TZa19X3gE/s400/Image0209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/Sp5UixUI3GI/AAAAAAAAFr4/QXrXBfsr-1A/s1600-h/Image0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376827961457040482" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/Sp5UixUI3GI/AAAAAAAAFr4/QXrXBfsr-1A/s400/Image0210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer : Well though it was attempted to be a head massage ..he was literally pulling my hair out ...I guess he wanted to massage a head thats without hair ..LOL !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-6643402892891908613?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6643402892891908613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=6643402892891908613' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/6643402892891908613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/6643402892891908613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/guess-whats-happening-here.html' title='Guess what&apos;s happening here..'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/Sp5UiaDAbhI/AAAAAAAAFrw/h_TZa19X3gE/s72-c/Image0209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-5680648757724057864</id><published>2009-08-27T09:46:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:10:07.607+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft'/><title type='text'>What happened when ..</title><content type='html'>..The Swine Scare hit all of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Schools and daycares got closed for a week&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mumma stayed at home (WFH) since Aryan needed someone around&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After 2 days Aryan got pissed of in house arrest &amp;amp; got bored of his toys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And so Mumma decided to get crafty&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And scratched her head and digged all the scrap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thankfully we had left over birthday supplies at home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one was this clown , the ball an ignored toy for 3 years , the eyes and nose were choclate wrappers, the mouth was cut from a torn face mask ..and cap ..you know that !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SpYJh4p0haI/AAAAAAAAFrU/hTRR4y-H3uo/s1600-h/IMG_6332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374493683061392802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SpYJh4p0haI/AAAAAAAAFrU/hTRR4y-H3uo/s400/IMG_6332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aryan went in total crafty mood after the clown. For the first time ever he loved an organized activity , thanks to school or his boredom !! So he wanted to do more !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the Octopus , mumma found it over the web long long back and the idea was stored in the hard disc on mumma's head. All we needed was a metal hanger some crepe paper strips and an old gift wrapper , used the reverse for eyes and mouth :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SpYJhYLO38I/AAAAAAAAFrM/K2mlng3b29c/s1600-h/IMG_6331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374493674343161794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SpYJhYLO38I/AAAAAAAAFrM/K2mlng3b29c/s400/IMG_6331.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SpYJg4gANUI/AAAAAAAAFrE/8HmULgvHXZY/s1600-h/IMG_6330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374493665840346434" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SpYJg4gANUI/AAAAAAAAFrE/8HmULgvHXZY/s400/IMG_6330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were done with the octopus , he wanted to make all the animals he knew , so we made the fish next !! Looks horrible , but you know Mumma cannot be all that crafty in a single day and ofcourse mumma collected supplies for 2 crafts only and this was on the spot !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SpYJikgpqhI/AAAAAAAAFrk/RrvurPZzAzU/s1600-h/IMG_6338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374493694834092562" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SpYJikgpqhI/AAAAAAAAFrk/RrvurPZzAzU/s400/IMG_6338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After fish he wanted lion , doggie , girraffe and what not ..pacified him somehow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we made a necklace and he wanted to wear it to school like M (a girl in his class) :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SpYJiDWhZFI/AAAAAAAAFrc/IMZNwyCj1eU/s1600-h/IMG_6336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374493685933237330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SpYJiDWhZFI/AAAAAAAAFrc/IMZNwyCj1eU/s400/IMG_6336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S : All the ideas were inspired from here and there and so I owe no copyright on ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-5680648757724057864?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5680648757724057864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=5680648757724057864' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/5680648757724057864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/5680648757724057864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-happened-when.html' title='What happened when ..'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/SpYJh4p0haI/AAAAAAAAFrU/hTRR4y-H3uo/s72-c/IMG_6332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-482563407277486108</id><published>2009-08-26T10:06:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-26T10:13:07.687+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Behaviour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>How is his school going ?</title><content type='html'>Lets see ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every morning &lt;/strong&gt;I have lot of trouble waking him up. Morning hours are way to stressful for both Anupam and me. Wake him up , push him to bathroom by hook or crook. Make him ready , rush to car. Feed him breakfast in the car and then drop him to the school , just in time and sometimes late by few minutes. Being late can be attributed to Aryan or traffic and that depends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the school when we drop him&lt;/strong&gt; there are multiple kinds of behaviour and thats perfectly his choice. I don't remember dates , but witness some of his days :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day K&lt;/strong&gt; : We talk on the way :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;: "&lt;em&gt;Aryan why do you cry at school, school mein maza aata hai na&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aryan &lt;/strong&gt;: "&lt;em&gt;Haan&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;/strong&gt;: "&lt;em&gt;Then&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aryan &lt;/strong&gt;: "&lt;em&gt;Mumma papa saath , car jana hai&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day X &lt;/strong&gt;: As the car stops at school he says to himself , &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Ab cry karna hai"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Now I have to cry) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huh ..is that a custom now ? Is what I think:-P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day A(happens to be monday):&lt;/strong&gt; On a friday night he tells me that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Aryan kal school cry nahi karega"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aryan will not cry at school from tomorrow) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cool ..why the hell its a friday ..GRRR ..me think :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , he &lt;strong&gt;doesnot cry on THE monday  &lt;/strong&gt;and tuesday and say a bye with a sad smile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOW ..me think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn the school closes for swine fear for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Y(School opens after swine fear)  :&lt;/strong&gt; Again a bye !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yippe ..me thinks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day Z(We reached late to school) :&lt;/strong&gt; While I am talking and explaining why we are late , he bursts into tears :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day B(Yesterday) :&lt;/strong&gt; On the way he says &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Aryan cry karega"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day C (Today) :&lt;/strong&gt; On the way, in the car we speak , &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "&lt;em&gt;Aryan school mein maza aata hai na &lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "&lt;em&gt;Haan&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Me : &lt;em&gt;"Aryan aap cry nahi karoge na"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Aryan : &lt;em&gt;"Aryan cry karega"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : "Kyo , cry karna acha lagta hai"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : "&lt;em&gt;Haan&lt;/em&gt;" (spots  his school's lane) "&lt;em&gt;I-card lagao, school aa gaya&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Me : (putting the I-card) "&lt;em&gt;Ok , then cry loudly&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Aryan : &lt;em&gt;"Nooo , shout nahi karte"&lt;/em&gt; (spots school buiding) &lt;em&gt;"Bag taango , school aa gaya"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he goes off , crying but not shouting :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the evenings&lt;/strong&gt; , he has loads of stories to tell , from how they played on slide , what they ate , what they painted , how they excercised , what did his teacher wear , who came and who did not , which poem he learnt etc etc and he communicates all of that in parts and pieces just before bed :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ..do you get the answer..please let me know if you did :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-482563407277486108?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/482563407277486108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=482563407277486108' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/482563407277486108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/482563407277486108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-is-his-school-going.html' title='How is his school going ?'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-586598628852439150</id><published>2009-08-20T14:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-20T14:46:14.425+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naughtiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Behaviour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brat'/><title type='text'>Me not allowed to be angry :(</title><content type='html'>These days Aryan can be a brat. Can do anything he wants. But I cannot be angry. Forget angry , I cannot even show my displeasure in casual way too. Because the moment I say , "Aryan why did you do so ?" or "Aryan see what you have done ?" or "Aryan you should not be doing this " or "Aryan say sorry" or I just keep quiet or I don't smile at him , there is a big hungama. He cries and makes whole lot of fuss saying "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mumma gussa ho gayi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" and that goes on and on till I give up and pamper him and show him in all possible ways that &lt;em&gt;"Mumma gussa nahi hai"&lt;/em&gt; GRRR....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a seperate note : The &lt;a href="http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-there-was-horse.html"&gt;role play&lt;/a&gt; went fine I guess. All I got to know was :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aryan horse bana tha" , "Mummy wala mask" , "maza aaya", "X duck bana tha" , "Maam camera photo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the mask was missing from the bag though tail came back intact in bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-586598628852439150?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/586598628852439150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=586598628852439150' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/586598628852439150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/586598628852439150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-not-allowed-to-be-angry.html' title='Me not allowed to be angry :('/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484001242753478658.post-7857248708587543244</id><published>2009-08-18T09:17:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:29:56.777+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Activities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craft'/><title type='text'>..and there was a horse..</title><content type='html'>Today in the school they will go over the &lt;s&gt;tail and mask&lt;/s&gt; err..the tale of a busy &lt;s&gt;horse&lt;/s&gt; spider :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/Sook11BZ3kI/AAAAAAAAFp8/LJVIB39cf0A/s1600-h/IMG_6327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371146012777373250" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/Sook11BZ3kI/AAAAAAAAFp8/LJVIB39cf0A/s400/IMG_6327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/Sook2ZfPcsI/AAAAAAAAFqE/H1W7KXxAesI/s1600-h/IMG_6326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371146022566195906" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/Sook2ZfPcsI/AAAAAAAAFqE/H1W7KXxAesI/s400/IMG_6326.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH YEAH ..you got it right !&lt;br /&gt;Today they have a class activity where they will go over a tale of the busy spider and students need to dress like the characters. Aryan has to be a horse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ..thats the activity for the mom too..how do I make him a horse is what I thought when I saw the synopsis...rent a dress , buy a dress..naah ..that would be too much work for a class activity :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So google bhaiya jindabad ..googled horse masks and made one. (I really hope it looks like a horse though :-P ) And a tail , ready made :-P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he doesnot have a brown Tshirt/shirt..so what will the horse wear ???&lt;br /&gt;I told him , you will be a black horse with brown face and tail..LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see how it goes :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6484001242753478658-7857248708587543244?l=aryantimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7857248708587543244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484001242753478658&amp;postID=7857248708587543244' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/7857248708587543244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484001242753478658/posts/default/7857248708587543244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aryantimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-there-was-horse.html' title='..and there was a horse..'/><author><name>Swati</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14263330596396584816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03852443448095543454'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2nAvwUryqGA/Sook11BZ3kI/AAAAAAAAFp8/LJVIB39cf0A/s72-c/IMG_6327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry></feed>