And that's how you Macarena!

4th of July Fireworks!

And here's something more spectacular than the fireworks ;)).

Enjoy!

Happy birthday to you!!!

14th June was Mom's B'day. HAPPY 19th B'DAY MOM!

Aren't all women the same when it comes to age! Mom JUST wouldn't let me type her real age!

My Aunt though takes the cake when it comes to age matters (pun intended). She's just sweet 16. Ironic, isn't it! The elder sister is younger than the younger sister! That kind of Maths would have fooled even Al Ein, I'm just a kid!!! But tell me something, does anyone really understand women!!!

Anyways, so coming back on track.. We had a great time. We cut Mom's birthday cake in the morning and then went picnicing to Cove Island Park, which is a nice picnic spot near where we stay.

This park, I should tell you, is a very chilled out place; people come here to play volleyball or barbecue or laze around on the beach or swim in the cool Long Island Sound waters in summer. Incidentally, summer is the season Americans enjoy the most. They just love to tan up in the sub-40 deg C temperature. Send them all to India, I say!!

If they'd have to tolerate summer year-round, like we have to in India, it wouldn't have been as much fun after all!

But I guess that's just human isn't it;

a) You don't have what you really want.

b) You don't need what you have.

c) And when you have what you really want, you go back to point #b above!!

The proverbial bird in hand loses out once again to the one in the bush..

Well, coming back to CI Park.. The best thing about it (that is , apart from the pretty girls lying around in tiny bikinis) is the train ride that takes me around the park.

Mom's B'day seemed more like my B'day, 'coz Mom took me for a long long train ride around the park! Which I LOVVEEEDDDD!!

Like the chap once said..

Go East, Go West,
Momma is the BEST!

Thanks Mom!

Exotic new languages!

Yeah yeah. I know!

The lions and tigers and gorillas and orangutans of this world may not be as pleased with my efforts..

My efforts to speak their language that is...

But for the ducks, doggies, cats, birds, squirrels and electric trains of this world, I'm a straight-A student.

Watch on..

Laptop Hunter

The eagle is a very smart bird, and an even smarter hunter. It spots its prey from far away, then persists to find a chink in its prey's armour, finishing off whenever its armory lets off even for a second.

I employ a similar strategy when it comes to hunting down Dad's laptop!! If you have read my post on my earlier attempts at laptop hunting, you would know how serious a hunter I am when it comes to laptops!! Animal Planet, you have a successor to the "Crocodile Hunter"... Me as the "Laptop Hunter".. I can even work on my "Austraayylian" accent to give viewers a seamless experience.. What say you??

So the other day, I was following Dad's laptop from the corner of my eyes, hovering nearby all the time, waiting for the right time to swoop in. But the laptop was on the table. And me being 3-foot nothing, it was a little high for me (Yeah yeah, being tiny has its disadvantages!).

There was a chair near the table which i could use to get to it. But I had to be careful not to catch my parent's attention. Hehehehe (devious laugh)!!

Time to gather some logistics! I look around... Everyone seems to be doing their own thing. Mom, at 10 o'Clock is in the kitchen (wow, that smells yummy!). Maasi at 3 o'Clock is busy straightening her hair. And Dad at 5 o'Clock is massaging his potbelly and playing "surf the channel" with the TV. The coast looks clear...

But... If i so much as put half a toe-nail on that chair, Dad would see me and I'd be at the other end of the room even before I could say "Peekaboo"...

Hmmm, I'll have to come up with a different strategy.......

Decoy!!!

What If I keep my high chair in the way?? Dad won't be able to see what I'm upto, as the high chair would hide my 3-foot nothing frame behind it (being small has its advantages too you know! ;) And voila! I'm up!!

The camouflage didn't last too long though. Dad was faster than Andrei Arshavin (who, by the way, has just taken Russia into the UEFA cup semis).

But!!

I was able to open the laptop and press 2 keys before getting busted! :D :D :D

That was fun!

Laptop Hunter's the name (devious laugh)! And I specialize in guerrilla-camouflaging myself to get to the laptop at any cost (ditto devious laugh)!!

Only... Better luck next time ;).

Or like Confucius might have said, "You shall press more keys next time, smart boy!"

I love apple.. The BIG APPLE!!

I had been to the BIG APPLE a few days back. It was a great train ride to NYC. The city was great as usual, thousands of people milling around, lots of traffic, the hustle and bustle of the big city!

City life appeals to both my parents. After all, they're from the biggest city in India, Bombay! I haven't been to Bombay (or for that matter India) yet, but my parents say NYC is as close as it gets to Bombay. For some reason, most Bombayites like to think of NYC as the equivalent of Bombay. And will proudly tell you so. Maybe because they find it as claustrophobically crowded as Bombay. Maybe because its as dirty as Bombay. Maybe because, like Bombay, NYC never quite sleeps! Maybe because like Bombay, NYC has a pulse, a rhythm, a beat to it... Dunno for sure

Speaking of rhythm; Bombayites love to sway.. Especially to the rhythm of a moving local train.. Doing the salsa on one foot (you won't know where the other one is), moving in sync with 30 other people who are squashed together on a square foot of train, with the head resting on someone's hairy arm, and the nose in another's smelly armpit, the right arm moving of its own accord, unaware of its own movements! That's what I call getting lost in the rhythm!!

Well, Love em or hate em, you just CAN'T ignore these great cities!

Anyway, coming back to NYC. We had gone to the top floor of the tallest building in NYC. It was like nothing I had ever seen before!! All the cars seemed as small as mine from up there. And the people as small as ants. I was surprised to find that miniature cars were such a hit with so many grownups! And I thought it was only us...

Ok, then we had food and then did some unnecessary woman stuff (shopping) and we were ready to leave for home! All in all, a nice time was had by all parties concerned, self included.

The journey back was pretty eventful too. More so because the train just wouldn't move!! I asked Mom about it and she explained everything to me! And now that I knew why it wasn't moving, I felt it my duty to let everyone else know about it.

I turned around and saw this nice old man sitting right behind me.

I smiled at him, pointed at the train and said "Cha... Cha!". He smiled at me and said "Oh How cute". Yeah Yeah, I know I'm cute, but I'm talking about the train right now mister!!! I repeated the "Cha Cha!!!!" this time with a little more urgency. This time it seemed like he understood.

After about 2 mins, I again couldn't contain myself. I had to let someone know why the train wasn't starting up. This was probably how Newton must have felt, when, after having discovered gravity, he found no one around to brag about it to (except perhaps the apple)!! Well what do you know! We geniuses are a lonely lot!

I looked around again after another 2. Nobody else seemed to be too bothered about the laggard train. So I made a general broadcast to nobody in particular, everybody in general, about the state of affairs... "Cha.. Cha!!!!!!!".

Having found no one particularly interested in acknowledging my broadcast, I turned to the nice gentleman again and reassured him again with a flash of my pearly whites and a "Cha.. Cha!!" on my lips.

And just as I was about to go on air for the umpteenth "Cha... Cha!!" telecast, the train finally started moving!!!! And we were home without any further delays.

This was the loveliest Memorial Day I've had in these first 2 years of my life.

Ciao till later!!




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But wait a minute... I have a weird feeling that the paying public has a question they want answered.... I'm telepathic that way.

Hmmm, lemme see... I have a feeling you want to know what that "Cha.. Cha" deal was all about.. Right?

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What Mom told me was that the train was charging up (just like Dad's phone). And it would start moving as soon as it was fully charged.

And THAT'S what I had been trying to explain to the nice old gentleman in my impeccable gibberish.

Ice Cave!

Not everyone has an ice cave at home.

I do.

And no. I'm not an eskimo!

Though Dad calls me that... Just cause I'm short and stubby with a small, round belly! Hmph!

Anyway, coming back to the ice cave. The heat of a bright sunny day melts away whenever I'm near it. The real reason I love it though is coz it takes care of all the things i love to eat.

Chocolate (or chocopuchie, as i pronounce it), Milk, Fruits, Cheese, Water, Coke (of course, i don't get to drink it as often as i would have liked to) and last but not the least, I Skeem (ditto, my pronounce).

There's magic in the way the light comes on automatically, just like Dad's car does at night.

Which is why I love to open and close it all the time...

And it seems to have an awesome magnetism about it. My colored alphabets are totally attracted to it, like moths to a flame.

It may not look as attractive from the outside, but what's inside is what matters!

Just like Mom, tough on the outside, a softie inside; ready to melt away at my slightest bruise, fall, cut or crawl.

That's what all Moms are like.

I know mine is!

So much for..

Went to Norwalk the other day for some more toy shopping (unfortunately, no photos to commemorate my 2nd time in kiddie heaven).

The drive was mostly uneventful, except when we hit a high speed to 15mph. So much for taking the freeway!!

The stay in kiddie heaven was short and not meant for me at all, rather for a very dear friend of mine. So much for dashed expectations, minor heartbreaks and the like!! So much for kiddie heaven!!

The drive back was slightly more exciting than the earlier one. 25mph is any day better than 15mph. And the drive through the city has a lot more character than the freeway, which is just BORINNGG and SLOW. So much for the US highway system!!

BAH!

Couch Potato?

Couch Potatoes are a modern creation. Generation Y (or is it Z?) have a lot they can look up to their parents for. How to become a potato of the couch variety, though, is something they would be better off not emulating.

Dad often wonders how most people can pass all their lives watching TV 24 X 7!

24 X 7 TV mania has created some excruciatingly inane TV channels that come up with "breaking news" kind-of useless headlines.

Imagine a day in Smallville with reporters flashing a headline like "Has Superman switched designers? What's the secret behind wearing em inside out"! Or Gotham city reporters having a field day reporting "What was Batman wearing! The inside scoop on jealous, underwear-stealing Robin!"... Or something to that effect..

But does the uselessly undiscerning CP know the difference? He still watches the usual without batting an eyelid over Superman's change of haute coutour or Batman's discomfiture over the lack of it. I guess people do acknowledge TV as a problem, but don't do much actively, apart from maybe this.

My parents make sure I don't watch much TV. I prefer watching movies/programs on the laptop instead. Dad says its relatively better for my eyes.

I don't know about that, but its definitely better for his blood pressure. You see, I watch TV from a maximum distance of 2 feet, enough for his BP to reach beyond permissible limits.

So chow time doesn't start until my favorite program is playing on the laptop. I loveee watching Sarabhai vs Sarabhai. Great program! Must watch!

For those not in the know, Sarabhai vs Sarabhai is all about a Mom-in-law at loggerheads with her Daughter-in-law (and which one isn't!!), with the poor son having to unloggerhead them all the time.

I LOVVEEEE watching it, but not as much as I LOOVVEE the title song. Its nice, catchy, upbeat, great rhythm, great tune to dance to, and you guys must know by now, how much I loveeee to dance ;)).

Enjoy watching me convince Dad to play Sarabhai vs Sarabhai on the laptop. Oh and by the way, "Sha" is only the short name I've given this program (too much work pronouncing the whole name..)

i'm a lil lazy that way :)

Its a bird, its a plane. No! Its a firetruck!

Kids they say are an impressionable lot. And what can impress them more than being driven around in a red fire-truck!

I love trucks, especially firetrucks!

But I'm not the only one that admires them. Looks like they have secret admirers among the car community. Cars just stop in their tracks to let them pass by. I'm in awe of the attention firetrucks can garner by their relentless honking, something babies could learn from.

Imagine, if I could garner half as much attention by my relentless crying, my latest book "Guide to Effective Crying: How to Gather, Sustain and Nurture Attention" would have been a runaway success amongst the toddler junta. The adulation I'd have received from the toddler J would made me blush redder than the reddest firetruck.

But alas, some things are best left to firetrucks, attention seeking being just one of them!

What's a firetruck show without a fire hat!

Who needs a license to operate a firetruck!

And then I got into the truck..

And sat there..

And sat there..

Until security had to be called in to get me to come down...

Oh ya, and the cute lady in the snaps is my Mom. Isn't she cute?

A slice of Heaven

If ever there was a place closest to heaven, I've been there today.

Toys and toys and toys and .... Wow!!

Santa's finally heard my prayers!

Baby Gabbar

WHAT A MOVIE!!

Anyone who is a Hindi movie fan would have enjoyed watching Sholay (I know I did!).

And anyone who is ditto would have banged his head silly after watching RGV's tribute (?) to Sholay.

I saw the original a few days back. And you know what? I ended up rooting for the villian, Gabbar Singh, if for nothing else, for his sheer menace, screen presence and sense of humour (One who can operate a gun while laughing has to have a great sense of humour).

Enjoy my tribute to the best character from Sholay.

Cereal cutie

Isn't this the cutest packet of cereal you've ever seen?

Claustrophobia!

Claustrophobia is a subjective experience.

The back of my sofa is a fascinating place to experience it. Such dark spaces, such claustrophobia, wow!

In my 20 mths i've been through better times, no doubt. But somehow I really dig the back of my sofa and i just can't stop myself from going in to explore the deep dark secrets of my home, the back of the sofa being the darkest of em.

Dude Ganpat

Dad usually plays some boring Hindi songs, which are invariably slow, albeit meaningful. I'm all for meaningful and all that, but there's nothing in it that I can shake to. And I LOVEEEE to dance. Mom says I had started dancing when I was just 6 months old to a song called "Chak De Phattey". I would shake my little hands and feet (and my cute little bum too sometimes ;) whenever I heard this song.

The other day though, Mom played a song that I LOOVVEEED. It had AWESOME beats! And after Mom had finished translating the words for me, they struck me as so relevant.

From whatever I could understand, the song is about this dude called Ganpat who specialises in Baby products, especially Dairy products for babies. So all the Moms clamour around Ganpat and ask him to throw across a pint of Milk for their offspring.

Read on for the full lyrics.. (original lyrics here).

Dude Ganpat, get me some hot milk dude,
Dude Ganpat, get me some hot milk dude,
DON'T mix in soda, though you can put in some water,
DON'T mix in soda, though you can put in some water,
Before serving it up though, can you clean the high chair dude?
Before serving it up though, can you clean the high chair dude?
Dude Ganpat, Ganpat...

Come on come on and everybody,
Come on come on and move your body,
Come on come on and shake your body,
Shake your arms, shake your legs, shake your heads...

Don't worry Baby I'm here, watching over your milk,
I'll take care no one dares to even look at your milk,
Your Dad also gets scared of me, so if he eyes your milk,
Just remind him of me, and he won't dare look at it again,
But I'll give Dad some coke instead, so he won't drink up your milk,
But I'll give Dad some coke instead, so he won't drink up your milk,
Dude Ganpat, ganpat, Dude ganpat, get me some hot milk Dude...

In the Mumbaii, all over Indiahaa,
we are the babyiiis, we are the babyiiis,
In the Mumbaii, all over Indiahaa,
we are the babyiiis, we are the babyiiis...

Whether it be the Congress party or the BJP,
The party symbol for each one of em, is the bottle of milk.
Nobody dares speak ill about the bottle of milk,
else Mom would tie his legs to the fan, and keep him hanging there.
Also Mom'll give you a biscuit to go along with the milk!
Also Mom'll give you a biscuit to go along with the milk!
Dude Ganpat, Ganpat, go get some milk.. also some biscuit.

come on come on and everybody,
come on come on and move your body,
come on come on and shake your body,
Shake your arms, shake your legs, shake your heads...

But Mom, tell me something, who is this dude Ganpat??

Aim for the moon.. You might get the laptop!

I get lucky sometimes. And I mean extremely lucky.

I get to play with Papa's Phone and Digital Camera!

I can play with it as long as i want. The catch being, only as long as I sit on the sofa. As soon as I try to get up from the sofa with that thing in my hand, my access to high technology gets revoked. Imagine if Einstein's mother had done the same to him! Where would the world be? Well that's another story, best saved for another time. Or better still, Einstein can crib about it in his own time, on his own blog.

Now coming back to me.

So Momma's 1st law for me is, high technology = sit in one place.

And I'm pretty happy with that arrangement.

The other day I was just hanging around and doing a lot of things kids my age are supposed to be doing (and a lot of others they're not), when I saw Papa's laptop.

It was on the dining table along with other misc. articles, like Mom's watch, coasters, a bottle of water, the TV remote etc.

Keeping the above law in mind, I went and sat on the sofa. And smiled away to glory, with all the innocence of a 20 month old, angel ring and all in place.

Seeing my stationary state Mom was pleasantly surprised. Her little angel was actually behaving like one today ;-)!

Now that I had Mom's loving attention, I made my move.

I pointed and nodded furiously towards the table, obviously pointing towards the laptop and gesturing for it to be placed onto my lap.

Mom failed to catch on (or at least she pretended not to latch on, despite the obvious reference.. Grrrr!!). Sometimes I feel they know what I'm looking for, but just try to divert my attention by asking unnecessary questions (ditto Grrrr!!).

She offered me the bottle of water, which I sweetly refused.

Then, one of the coasters, which I refused a little vehemently. Then another, which I refused with a little more V.

And then the TV remote. Now I must admit, if a laptop were not at stake, I would have settled for the remote any day. But not today! Today was laptop day and I was badly itching for one.

I kept nodding my head in the negative, almost at peak vehemence now.

Then, just as I was running out of vehemence (and steam), Mom looked at me with a giving smile.

Yeeaaa, I'd done it.. Mom finally understood!! Hurray!

I was a little dumbfounded when I found Mom's watch in my hand..

Well.. You win some, you lose some.. But that was definitely worth a try!

Chocolate Fan

Chocolate not only brings a smile, but opens my mouth far and wide!

And not getting one forces a bite out of the sweetest kid (that's me, of course ;).

Yummy!!!!

Some logic!

Saw the following ad on Craigslist the other day.

$939000 4 bedroom 3.5 bath Colonial- - New Construction - (Southbury, Ct.) pic

Only grown-ups can come up with an ad like that one.

Why?

Coz all us babies know, if it's colonial, it can never be 'new construction'.

Right?

I like em smiling :-)

Every time I burp is a joyous time in my family. Mom and Dad take every burp so seriously.

The same goes for that noise that sometimes comes from behind me. I fail to understand why they find it so funny though.

But, whatever works!

Anything to keep them smiling and happy.

Apple, anyone?

Have you noticed how some things, when they are out of reach, seem so tantalizing? And when you get them, not so much..

Like a slice of apple. Halfway through, it seems to lose its sweetness. Onto the next one! ;))

And no, i don't throw away the other half. No way!

I have better ways to get rid of it (giggle, giggle!).

Papa gets to eat the other half right out of my hands. He finds it very sweet that I feed him.

Which is why, I don't have the heart to tell him I don't have too much of a thing for leftovers.

Apple, anyone?

Potty Creativity

Sorry to all you folks who have waited so patiently for some more of my baby gyan. The break was a little too long, I know, but there were too many things going on, to be able to satisfy the demands of the choosy, picky, discerning reader. And I don't like to disappoint the paying public.

But, what do you know! Life is busy as a 20 and a 1/2 month old.

So what was I up to these past few weeks? Thinking, philosophizing, thinking some more, pooping (well!!).. Have you ever realized something? Pooping is the best time to philosophize! That's the time I get my most creative ideas.

Imagine world leaders holding a conference to come up with a strategy to set bin Laden straight, while sitting on the pot. If only they would do it, the world could have been a better place by now ;-)). Osamasaur would have been a reality!

Anyways, so coming back to a few of the things I've been upto, the past few weeks.

Love I've learnt is subjective.

Love towards the living room and kitchen, I've learnt, is also subjective.

I don't know what the thing with grownups is.

I try my best to help them keep the place looking great. But they don't seem to appreciate my efforts much. Mom keeps hauling the cushions all the time and keeping them back on the sofa, and the table cloth back on the table, and the newspapers back in the shelf. What a waste of pillow, table cloth and newspaper!!

For one, the sofa cushions add to the character of the floor, which is just dark brown otherwise.

And the table cloth adds such a nice touch of oceanic blue to the floor. I can't understand why the table cloth even needs to be on the table. The table looks clean enough to not need one!

And the newspaper.. Well come to think of it, it's just black and white. But after so much color on the floor, a little bit of black and white should be appreciated.

But no!! But Mom doesn't seem to think so.

That's just the living room I'm talking about.

The kitchen is a totally different story.

Onions, Potatoes, Tomatoes, Chili paste, Ginger, Turmeric, really color up (also, spice up) the greys of the kitchen floor. Otherwise the kitchen floor is just boring (blechh!) and nothing much to write home (or anywhere) about.

Again, Mom doesn't seem to think so.

Nothing against dirtyness, but the personal touch goes a-missin after mom's dirtied it up. I don't know why Mom doesn't like to see the place all tidied up.

And again!!

There goes all my handiwork. No one appreciates it! Do i have to be the only one working as hard to keep the place neat and clean???

I don't know how many times I have to keep tidying it up!

Hmph!!

Einstein

e = mc²

Is that all it takes to make a genius?

WOW! I'm a genius!

And it was all so easy!

Not coutour

i ask you sir. Were you born wearing clothes? Is anyone born wearing clothes? Me, i try hard to maintain the original raw looks i was born with. It gives a rough edge to my otherwise girlie face. And not to forget, girlies like macho babies.

My parents though insist that i wear clothes now that i'm older. i just can't understand what age has to do with it. In fact childhood is the only time one can eat anything under the sun and still maintain flat abs (unlike Papa who keeps putting on an inch with every slice of pizza). Even a child my age knows that if you've got it, flaunt it! Right? So i try hard to chill out in my diaper (and that too becomes a drag at times) most times and flaunt the abs.

Do you think i go to the Gym just for fun? No sirree. There's serious intent and abs behind that decision.

So here are the new rules,

Clothes - out
Cute boy looks - out
Jungle boy looks - in
1 inch/ pizza - out
Flat abs - in
Exercise - out
"Muscle toning" and "Curling" at MyGym - in

Long hair to add to the raw appeal - Priceless

7 min, everything in

The dustbin Mom keeps under the kitchen sink fascinates me... I never could understand how something so simple keeps me occupied for hours on end.

If my life were a Shahrukh movie, i would probably have come up with a corny line like "7 min, everything in" to describe my interactions with the dustbin.

As for the intricacies of successful dustbin maneuvering, here's some advice from 'the guru' for the uninitiated.

Its a simple 8-step process...
1. Check around
2. No body there?
3. Open bin
4. Feel bin outside and in
5. Get mom's lipstick
6. Push into the bin
7. Shut bin door
8. Smile and look perplexed, as mom searches around the house

How would she know, right? (snicker, snicker)

- Leonardo Jha Vinci

java.lang.Thread

Did you know thread makes the best gum ever?

Dad keeps asking me for my gum. I don't know how many times i need to remove my gum and give it to him. Can't he pick his own gum? I keep offering him the towel so that he can chew out his own gum. But i think he likes mine the best.

Hmphh! Lazy Lazy!

Loo Blues

Just got shouted at for something Papa did.

He kept the door to the toilet open. That's like putting out a "Do not feed the bears" signboard to bring in the tourists.

Anyway, so i start to get comfortable. The loo lid is up. There's water in it.. Looks right up my alley. I love water and i love having a bath. I sometimes feel i'm a water baby.

Well so i was minding my own business and splashing away in the water when Mom saw me...

Life's unfair.. And sometimes so are Moms...

But that was fun while it lasted ;)

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Well.. Sometimes i just like to scribble.

Magic box

I have this magic box. It has a picture of Papa's phone on it. It doesn't do much. My parents though insist it does.

They insist that Grandma wants to speak to me. Somehow, they keep hearing her voice on that box. Me, i don't hear much. Seems to me like they're yanking my chain. But its not nice to be rude when they insist as much.

So, I play along and appear to be totally taken by it and speak to Grandma at every given opportunity.

Now who's yanking whose chain? (snicker, snicker!)

Best friends

Did I introduce you to Hobbes?



He is a great guy, but he bites my head off sometimes...



And other times, to get even, I bite off his nose.



Apart from that we're best friends.

Ciao till later...

Earbuds

Earbuds here, earbuds there, earbuds lying around everywhere.
Earbuds there were, on the table, two.

I picked up one and put in my pocket,
when Mom was inside, in her room.

The other, i took in my hand,
and put into my mouth blue (well something had to rhyme with two).

Mom came out and found it dangling,
out of my lovely mouth blue.

I removed it and, like a good boy, gave it back,
with a smile on my lips and an angel ring above my head.

And as soon as she looked the other way,
removed the other, and put into my mouth blue.

;-)

Aahh, the joys of childhood!

The Lord of the ring - Part II

Shouldn't have spilled Papa's beans. He's kinda scared of my Mom and she wasn't even supposed to read all that.

Oh oh!

The Lord of the Ring?

Nice movie. Lord of the rings. Saw it on TNT yesterday.

It was a little monotonous though, everyone searching for the same ring in a movie spread over 3 parts and more than 10 hours! Given my attention span I did well I think, sitting through the whole of it! I liked it, especially the part where the narrator mentions "One ring to rule them all".

Hmmm.. Papa says the same thing about his wedding ring.

Aii goob goob liekwq wreryre doob hooc

Hi I'm Lekh. And this is my blog. Welcome to my world. I'm 19 mths old. There's nothing more I like than a lovely glass of wholesome fresh milk.

I've just started talking. I talk to my Grandpa everyday. But my parents insist on calling it gibberish. Hmph! All my friends seem to understand it alright! So, my message to all the babies of the world.... aii goob hoo foog asea hbjejh. arasdfs aserrdgr.. And for those "adults" who didn't understand.. ssdfwe aawesdf ases gereew wdf oopitggh ssscxfdf. So.... next time, if you still expect me to understand everything you say... ertee tyyuy