not the kinda century I imagined!

Last evening we got out of the house clueless, hoping to have dinner and catch a movie. A friend called and movie got scrapped and we had a nice dinner instead. Got home by11, put Cubby to sleep and went off to sleep too to be woken up at 5am to a cat entering our house through the bathroom window. After we had shooed it away, I looked at my phone to see the time and my phone read 1 new message.

I read "heard about terrible attacks in Mumbai, trust everyone at home is ok." I showed it to M and he checked his phone to see similar sms from Papa. Since we don't have cable TV at home, we logged on to the internet and came across the goriest images and worst news we have read in a very long time.

Yet another terror attack on Mumbai. Not some bomb-blasts orchestrated by some militant group but actual people blazing guns in some of the biggest establishments and most popular areas and haunts in Mumbai.

After a long time, I cried reading the news and seeing the images. I have lived in Mumbai and seen the first blasts that rocked the city and over a period of time just got numbed in acceptance of the situation. The way shit happens, bomb-blasts and floods happen. WE laughed and sang our way home through waist deep water till even the water decided to kill.

And yet we kept saluting the spirit of Mumbaikar. What choice does he/she have but to go on living. Even my mother matter of factly said trains are running and she may go to work and we told her nothing doing. Stay put at home. But thats how we are now.

Yet this time, it's sending chills down my spine. Holding people hostages, indiscriminate shooting and killing of people by some who look 16years old and should be in school...

It's been over 12hrs and the situation is yet to come under control. Brave police officers and innocent civilans are still dying and I don't think I want to watch it live on TV. Relaity TV was NOT meant to be this, was it?!

This is not the time to come up with blanket generalizations and simplistic solutions like wiping out a race as a solution to these constant attacks.

Let us keep the faith in humanity. Like M said in his comment in my previous post "But overall, I guess it is better to trust and love in these belligerent times than to suspect everyone. Aage, sabki apni kismat..."

I cannot help but agree with him. I don't mean be careless and don't be vigilant, but please dont let your prejudices stop you from reaching the best in you.

This is my 100th post and I had requested M to do a guest post, but this isn't the time for it.

Instead I am linking his Brilliant post here. Maybe he can write the 101st for me.

Please pray for safety of the hostages and pray for the city that once never slept because there was so much camarderie and friendship around...

Dostana - real and reel

Last week just flew!

Firstly, I didn't go to work on Monday because of slight temperature and bad cold. So that anyway made work week shorter and that improves my mood totally! :p

One of the days Chandni of Chandu Land had posted about being in Bangalore and I just left a comment asking will we see her in when she is here. And one fine day I see a mail from her in my inbox saying "Do you wanna catch up?" and I couldn't say anything but "Of course".

Many missed calls later, Monika decided to co-ordinate the whole plan and thank you so much for that girl! :) We kept changing the time and place till we finally settled down on doing dinner at Indi Joe, a very nice continental khaana place near old airport.

This was the first time I was taking Cubby without M who had couple of con-calls scheduled that day and had to take a 6am flight the next. To expect him to chaperon us was totally unreasonable. I managed to get us a driver and off we were.

Picked up Chandni and her lovely buddy P from their hotel. The conversation started pretty much immediately with standard what do you do and where do you live with regular and lotsa attention being showered on Cubby. True to his style, he made friends with Chandni only on getting chocolate from her.

We got a bit caught in traffic and Monika was already there by the time we reached. Another round of hi's and hello's followed and we settled down to chat our hearts away! :) The three ladies ordered Long Island Iced Tea, while your truly said cheers with a glass of water and had soup post that to nurse her bad throat.

Cubby after getting bored of being told don't touch this and that, walked off and went on to make friends with everyone who would care to give him a second look. Being a weekday, the restaurant wasn't too full and waiters not too busy and someone or the other kept entertaining him. Sometimes I would find him sitting on the bar, at another he was chatting up with a l'il baby in her pram. He was totally playing to the gallery and putting his best foot forward and best smile ready to be seen.

While he was busy, we also ordered some yummy and fattening starters and kept talking about this and that. The topics mostly revolved around husbands and babies and jobs and families and it went on non-stop. No one went on for a second drink and we ordered our khaana and spoke with our mouths full! :)

By now Cubby had started getting sleepy and restless and after sharing our bill I decided to take a leave, while Chandu and P had plans to meet some other friends and Monika had to drive back home to her l'il guy Ojas. Of cos Cubby left the resto with a gorgeous flower from a fellow diner who was watching Cubby prance all over the place and came to tell us that he is just about the cutest and happiest baby she had seen! Touchwood! She actually ripped open her bouquet and pulled out the flower he liked! :)

All in all, lot of fun was had and no one would believe that we were meeting for the first time! Chandni asked if she was the way we imagined her to be, and I said its too much effort to imagine and am happy she is nice n cool in asli life! :) And so is Monika whom I hope to see again in near future since we are in the same city.

Saturday, plans to meet Swati and family finally worked out. Hubby A, Aryan and Swati made it to our place Sat evening for chai and it was so much fun. I made / fried some burnt snacks (I have a feeling Swati will NEVER accept a dinner invitation from me!) and we sat, ate, talked and tried to keep kids from either loving or hating each other too much.

Cubby obviously wanted to have EVERY toy Aryan touched and is still alien to concept of sharing. Plus Cubby had a bit of fever too making him cry at the drop of the hat. But by the end of the evening they had almost made friends when it was time to leave. Thanks for that cute Duckie, Swati! :D

Who would have thought blog world will give so many new friendships that don't seem NEW at all but leave you feeling comfortable and happy?! :)

Sunday noon was lunch with bro-in-law (the birthday boy) and sis-in-law sans the kids. We went to Silver Metro. The buffet was quite nice except the dessert counter which was not all that happening. We stuffed ourselves and kept chattering non-stop. Came home satisfied and happy with the way the afternoon had turned out.

Last night went to watch Dostana and had a rollicking good time. The movie is fun and totally politically incorrect! So if you are looking for some "classic" cinema, give it a skip. But if you just wanna laugh at the double entendres, enjoy Abhishek's excellent comic timing, smoking HOT John Abraham and sexy Priyanka Chopra doing their bit for Dostana, I suggest go for it. I laughed hard, drooled over John, cheered for Abhishek and danced to the songs!! :D And i don't care if that makes my taste crass! :p

Ofcos a terribly weird thing happened while at the movie. We were sitting outside, waiting to be let in the hall. A guy came and tried talking to Cubby. Now the kid rarely instantly dislikes people enough to not even smile at them. The guy didn't look very respectable, but we try not to judge and thought Cubby was just sleepy.

There was another woman and a man with this guy and in a few minutes the woman picked Cubby up and they were trying to play with him. They were in our line of vision constantly and Cubby looked markedly uncomfy. We went to take him as the movie was about to start and then took our seats in the movie hall. The theatre is perennially empty and these people sat behind us.

The girl tapped on my shoulder and said "Aunty, bacche ko mere paas de do." I said no thank you, he will sleep now. She said he can sleep in her godi and I can watch the movie. By now, I was terribly suspicious and said that wont be necessary.

What seriously freaked me out was the fact that these people just walked out and disappeared within 5mins of our conversation. I am now quite sure that they were the kind of people who steal kids and I just thanked my stars that I didn't worry about me being judgemental and trusted Cubby's and my instinct.

But the whole incident was very scary and the only bad part of the week that was othawise filled with fun and friendship - real and reel variety!

How was your week?

Cheers!

sweet sixteen is an understatement!

And so Cubby turns 16months! Whow! 1 year and 4 months is how young he is now. For once I am going to try and do the post on time. There are no pictures this time, simply because I don't remember clicking too many plus I forgot to mail them to my id! Hey! Don't go away without reading the post though. I promise I will put just the pictures next!! :p


This month hasn't been one with too many new things happening, (I eat my words after reading the whole post!) but improvement in everything that was achieved last month EXCEPT the eating bit ofcos. You still miraculously turn into a devil at meal times. One day at a time, one meal at a time! :)


You baby talk is now full of stories and conversation most of which errr... we still don't understand. But you seem to be talking in earnest and always saying something terribly important! You do love trying to repeat words that we say though you understanding them is not mandatory. So new words are Green peas (geeen ppeee!), bicycle (bycica), penguin (pengi), pumpkin (punki), coconut tree (cocona tee), sun (sunn), bucket (buckke), biscuit (bikki), balloon (baoon), chocolate (chokki), cream (cemme) and so many more that I can't even recollect now and its all totally cute! Plus we love the way you put so much emphasize on your words and look at us for approval with that killer smile of yours.

We have made liittttle progress in body-parts. You now show your tongue many times when asked once. I guess you just KNOW its funny to see your mommy stick it out and then encourage you to do the same. You show your teeth too and lets not forget the stomach (tumma in Cubby speak!). You insist on raising our clothes and pointing to our tumma and then showing yours in return! You did that to a little girl in the park and it was so embarrassing! :D Ofcos nose, ears, eyes etc... everything is on top of your head. You know you will look funny if you had your nose up there.

You are learning everything so fast. Till last month you were handing over our phones to us. Mommy has now achieved new levels of indulging in child labour. You know how to put bartans in the sink. So after we have nashta, we give one plate to you and tell you "Jao. Sink mein daalke aao". You walk cutely and drop the plate with a clang! :D The flip side is you also put lot of clean bartans for the heck of it! :p

You have also learnt to put your dirty clothes in the bucket designated for it. When we say lets put the clothes in the red bucket you totter along carrying you clothes and put them in the buckke! I am very very impressed! :)


You also keep toys in the toy box when asked to. We say put your fire engine in the box, you do it, put your penguin and that goes in next and eventually you put the rest in without being asked to one by one.

You have started enjoying the see-saw and slides at park a lot more now. You seem to be getting more and more comfy on the slides esp and are letting yourself go and enjoying the ride down! :) Swings still aren't big favourites, but whats the rush?! Wish we could take you to the park more often though.

You retention power is absolutely amazing. You have to be told something just coupla times and you will remember it. Be it some name of the toy or something in your book. You point out to sun, pussycat, juice, candle, cow, house, fish, birds, clouds, flowers and so much other stuff. You may not always relate to it in another place, but baby, you are ready to perform! :p

You have been developing strong associations too. You hear a bomb going off and you say Patti (patakas) and look outside because that's where you saw and heard the pattis. Say coconut tree and you look out of the balcony and point. Say moon and you look for sky. It is all very fascinating.

You understand little games now. If mommy is mimicking your actions, you have a naughty smile on your face and you keep doing new things for us to copy. If you are walking funny and we do the same, your action continues with bigger gusto! The expression on your face during these times is totally priceless. How can one kid be SO cute?! :)


Your kisses are kinda cute. Because you are used to seeing us tell you "Give me a kiss" with our finger pointing to our cheek, you also touch that spot with your finger and say Kisss! Hehe! You have now figured out the kissing sound and pucker your lips adorably! :D I could crush you in a bear hug at those times.


You have started dancing! :D Ofcos your taste in music is as ghaati as your parents and its dhinchaak Hindi numbers that get you grooving. From just moving your hands in air, at times you move your feet too. It's more like a left right motion, but it's one step ahead. Literally and figuratively! :)


Having dinner at restaurants is not as easy as it used to be anymore. You want to climb on the table, pull things, walk all over the place and generally be a menace. It's still not at a stage where we have to stop going out completely and we hope things will look up!


You have become major nautanki. Your fake crying has to be seen to be believed! Lips quivering, tears streaming, volume going up... it almost always melts your papa's heart, but mommy is made of sterner stuff! :p


You want more godi than you have ever wanted in your life! You want us to pick you up all the time and it can get a tad tiring at times. But hopefully you will grow out of it one of these days.


You are learning to climb the steps. The funny thing is you are trying to do it the way we do. On rare occasions you climb with all fours, but most other times you hold the railing with one hand and our hand with other and climb like grown ups do. All in good time sweets.


We have started seeing signs of tantrums too. Things being thrown, banged, hitting us at times and it's not very pleasant. But apparently all kids go through this and we are very firm when we tell you no hitting or throwing things and you seem to understand.

How could I forget how much you love to close doors. Especially the fridge. Everytime we open the fridge, you come running to shut the door which you usually do without touching anything in the fridge and wait for us to say Good job! We also say thank you everytime you help us and you say it back. Thankoo in Cubby speak.


All in all it's been an exciting month. While physical milestones are now kinda stable, the leaps your mind is taking makes you change a little more everyday. Mostly in a nice sorta way.


Plus all the wickedly sweet things you have started doing, I just cannot capture them with my words.


Be the way you are, a nice, helpful, friendly l'il dude and we will work on the rest!


Love you SO much! :)


MmmmmmuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaH!

kyunki paper bhi kabhi ped tha!

Just saw another pile of wasted paper on our office printer, prompting me to write this post, which I anyway have been wanting to for some time now.

When email came along, we all not only marveled at the speed with which communication could happen (heck M and me used to send each other 5 looong emails a day at the peak of our pataoing season), but also about the fact that we could now dream of having paperless office.

The files would now be on the computer and you won't have to wonder if you need the box variety or the slim one. Imagine the amount of space it could free up. Imagine the number of trees that could be saved by saving all the paper. We were all happily hoping, weren't we?

Then we realised computers can crash, all the data can get wiped-out, even the back-up can get corrupt and if not termites, virus could eat into out virtual files.

Next, we were filing print-outs of emails and the files are in back in action along with our shortly under-worked printers.

I completely understand the need to have hard copies of records which cannot be left to the vagaries of virtual nature. Heck, even I have 15 different files with faxes and prints of emails that I couldn't "avoid" printing.

But there are things we can do to avoid misuse of paper, especially in office environment. (I doubt lot of us waste lot of paper at home, considering its OUR money we are spending!).

Many times I see just one column of an excel sheet thats printed on one page rendering it useless to the guy who has printed it. The original sheet which is now one column/row less and the other which has one row too many. It makes me so mad to see it. A simple thing to do is to do a print preview before you print and format it so that it fits into one page! I mean that cannot be very difficult, can it?! Sometimes, you just have to change the setting from portrait to landscape and Voila! Computer is a little bit magic! :p

To be even more proactive, please check formatting of your files before sending them across to someone. Just assume that the other person won't take the effort to save paper and take the initiative.

Similar stuff for emails. As a normal netiquette, please check if the mail you are sending isn't a long chain mail with information that DOES NOT need to reach the final recipient. Delete the portion that is NOT relevant before sending the mail. If that hasn't been done by the sender, just make sure you as a recipient check it out before hitting Ctrl+P. A lot of times, the second page will just have the address of the sender. If the main content looks like it will fit in one page click on page 1 of 1 and print.

Check if you can reuse some of the paper. I am so anal about this thing that I actually check for some stupid printing (I find plenty of it) and use it in our fax machine. The fax gets printed on the clean side and a piece of paper that would ordinarily have got wasted gets sorta recycled or at least reused.

Instead of using new and fancy note pads, just ask the house keeping to tear up the waste paper into neat rectangles and staple them to use as note pads which you can use for your simple calculations / to note down phone nos etc in office.

If you have given a print have courtesy to PICK up prints from the printer even if it means hauling your ass 30metres from the cube. We anyway don't get any exercise. It is plain rude to leave piles of paper and making others hunt for their pages in your mess.

Use right sized envelopes to courier your stuff. It's OK to fold your claim into three folds and put it into a regular sized envelope than use a A4 size one because you don't wanna crumple the paper. I mean seriously, as long as you have filled out the form right, they will pass the claim, crumpled or not!

Use tissue paper with care. Whats with using 5 tissues to just dry your hands. If you don't want to use your hanky, use the tissue wisely. Please pull them out carefully too. No one uses the ones that fall around the basin and get wet at the edges even though they are not dirty or unusable.

Don't use paper to mop up things at home esp in your kitchen. Use cloth as much as possible. The way we used to in good old days before paper became fashionable.

But most of all THINK before you print. Print ONLY when you NEED to. Check and format BEFORE hitting the print button. Format documents right when you are the sender. Try to reuse and recycle the paper as much as you can.

We have been consistently screwing the natural balance of earth for a long time and it could soon be too late to make amends. So one step at a time, one paper at a time and perhaps one tree at a time. And if a lot of us do it, we could soon be saving a whole forest! Ok! A small patch of green, hopefully?! :)

And me, I am trying to work up the gumption to say "Wake up guys! Stop wasting SO much paper!"

The word "gumption" taken from Tharini's blog! Check the post out and make your own sentence! I had fun doing it!

And yes remember the title, Kyunki paper bhi kabhi ped tha.

kuch random yaadein! :)

There are a lot of things running in my head, but I am too bored to think them through logically and put them down here! So like my previous few posts am trying to keep random, yet special memories alive here!

I did this post on my failure at doing this "Surprriisse!" bit successfully. It would always end up being a pseudo surprise. But this one time, I did manage it and M was completely stumped.

This was coupla years ago, when M had come back from Thailand after a work related trip. He got back really late in the night and slept like a log. I woke up at the usual time and was tiptoeing around the house so that I don't disturb him. (Ofcos he is am sure direct descendant of Kumbhakrana and would need a lot more to wake him up!). But then my mom is a terribly light sleeper and old habits die hard. Anyhoo. I digress.

As I was looking around his samaan, I saw a duty free bag and HAD to check what goodies it carried. I found lotsa dark chocolates (the ONLY ones I like and eat) and some Ferrero Rocher. I don't know what came over me, and this is what I did!

Love isn't just blind, it's yummy! :p

The creation!!

The artist! ;)

And the man's reaction when he saw it after waking up all bleary eyed and muddled brains? "Who said you could open the chocolates? What if we had to gift it to someone?!"

Thank god he has helped me get a real sense of humour and I just burst out laughing! Plus I know he isn't very good with getting surprised either. Ofcos, he later made up for it and dont ask me how! ;)

And here's pictures of a trip I had completely forgotten about when i stumbled upon old photos recently. We went to one of you friends' farmhouse... a gang of mad people and had lotsa fun. We both were a many kgs lighter (or so we would like to believe) and coupla years younger.

Bright and bushy tailed!

We stayed up late, lit a bonfire, sang and danced to dhinchak bollywood numbers, played dumb charades, chatted about everything under the sun, almost froze to death at night as we tried to share meagre resources available in terms of chaddar and daris and generally chilled out! :)

I just like this picture! Don't ask me why!

Bright and what had you said?! :)

After night of masti the calm lake put everyone in contemplative mood

Till the fun mood set in again!

I skipped the corny Titanic pose!

Am looking forward to the weekend now!! :)

Cheerios!

Fatherhood and M!

The Mad Momma did this gorgeous post on Making of the father telling us about OA's journey into fatherhood. It got me thinking about M as a father and so this post.

Proud Papa at the hospital

M is someone who is born to be a father, me thinks. He always got along famously with kids. Even now, he is comfortable playing it rough with kids every age than have same old conversation about recession and mutual funds with adults. The kids of course adore him and often forget that he isn't really their age.

Yeah! That's M under all those kids!!

To give you an example, one of M's biggest fans is his college friend's kiddo who is now about 5 years old. It happened a few year ago, we were supposed to go for a picnic together. His mom had told him there will be water fall there etc and that M and me would be accompanying them. He told his baby sitter all that and then spoke about M and me (he call us by name) with so much familiarity that the kind lady asked the friend in the evening "Are M and Abha's parents going to come to take care of them, or will you have to take care of them also!"

I always remember this incident and laugh. And it didn't stop there. Another time, we were supposed to watch Happy Feet with them. So the kiddo sweetly asked his mum "The way you are taking me for the movie, Abha is bringing M?!" Least I was proven to be an adult! :p

Managing smiles at some unearthly hour long after Mommy gave up!

Yet, M would always worry if he would be the same with his own kid. He would say "yaar kisi doosre ke bacche ko ek-dp ghnata entertain karna theek hai, par poora din! baap re!"

He would stay up with me every night till Cubby slept (which was very late for first few weeks), egg Cubby on to feed properly and trying to make me smile while I shed my breastfeeding tears and suffered post partum depression.

How can someone's hand be so small and soft?

And, I must say he is doing an awesome job. He is actually better with Cubby than I am. a Lot more patient and sensitive to his needs. There was a time when I was actually jealous of their bond leading to terrible fights between us. The poor guy could not believe that I can resent his love for OUR baby. But then that was another era, now that I look back.

On Cubby's first dinner out just after his naamkaran

Look! He is smiling at me! :)

And now he is laughing WITH me! :D

Champi! Tel Maalish! Are you laughing AT me?!

Today, I am happy to just see them together. M can't bear to see him cry while I mercilessly stand and let him bawl his heart out. I think we unconsciously keep playing "Good cop, bad cop" for all you know.

Happiest with my Papa!

Cubby's eyes light up when he sees his Papa, which incidentally was also his first word. M really knows how to make him smile and laugh. He comes up with new games and fun things to do. He is adept at all the standard baby stuff like changing clothes, diapers, cleaning potty, putting him to sleep, feeding etc. He gives him his dawaais on time and generally saves him when the mother threatens to whack his beloved Cubby.

Main tab bhi Papa ke haath se khaata tha!


Main abhi bhi Papa ki plate se khaata hoon!


A for Amitabh, B for Bacchan, C for Coolie...

You have to see it to believe the dedication with which they watch TV together! :p Cubby will take food only from Papa's plate because Mommy is the bad woman who gives him dull khichdi.

CubbyR is also the creative Papa's imagination and we quite like it! :D

You are SO cute that I could eat you up! With Ketchup!

So just when I thought I cannot love this man more for being such a perfect husband, he goes on turns out to be an even better father! :)

M did just this MUST read ONE Papa Post on his blog. I am thinking maybe he would have said this if he had uploaded these pics and done a daddy post! Hint M! You can do SUCH a good job of it. Till then, tell me have I said it right with pictures below?! :)

I pray to God for your good health and success

I will comfort you when you need me...

I will always stand behind you...

And carry you when you are tired to go on... on your own

I will help you discover new worlds...

I will share my can of juice with you

And say cheers over a glass of beer when you grow up

WooHoo! WE rock together!

With nice things said, how about not rolling over to my side of the bed?

Or worse, make ME your bed!

Thank you sweets for making this journey a lot more fun, by being there all the time and doing everything just right! You rock, pati M! :)

On a side note if you have 4 long minutes, check out THIS video. Total dhamaal and too cute for words!

the dressing down and dosti made!

I have finally mailed meself a lot of pictures that have apparently been holding up my new posts from even being thought about propahly. So, last night, the technologically challenged Mme.A, decided to see how she can the mail the pictures from Picasa, which is where the currently travelling pati stores them all.

It was actually fairly simple. I just had to select a picture and there was a BIG button that clearly said email. Just put my personal id there and whoosh it lands in my inbox! Now now! Don't deny me my small victories by laughing! :p

This is going back to Goa post! I warned you in the first post itself that I have no idea how many posts it would be.

We had got out yet again, with generous G's car to just look around the city. WE went to the gorgeously magnificent Bom Jesus Church. When we reached there Cubby was sleeping. So by the time we finished praying, lighting a candle and admiring the place, he decided to wake up.

Now one thing Cubby cannot take, just like his papa, is heat. He gets really grumpy and upset if the weather is too warm and sweaty and needs to be in least amount of clothes! So when we came out on the lawns is when the dressing down happened. The pictures below say it all!

Mumma! Mujhe garmi lag rahi hai! Feeling Hot Hot Hot!

Arre! Did I say I needed a topi? Did I?

Ab main iss shirt ka kya karoon? Mumma bhi naah!

Is it looking cool on my shoulder?!

Or just walk around it with it?!

Maybe I will throw it here and leave!

Dekha! Idea kaam kar gaya! Mumma has taken the shirt back! :p

Ok! Now I am ready to roll! :p (mommy thot she is smart! hyuk!)

Meanwhile, I must tell you things went between 14month Cubby and G's son, 2 year old Pannu bhaiyya. They had a total love hate relationship.

Pannu being almost 9months older ofcos understands a lot more than Cubby, but cannot fathom the babyness of his actions. Plus pannu bhaiyya is extremely particular about everything. If shoes need to be kept on the shoe-rack, thats where everyone's shoes have to go. But who would explain it to Cubby, that Pannu is taking his shoes to keep them in place and not steal them. A battle of shoes and socks ensued as soon as they met and continued over next 5 days! :p

Plus Pannu would want exactly the same toy Cubby had and vice versa. Poor guy gave in to his mom's "You are the bigger one naah?" dialogue and gave the said toy to Cubby, which would have lost its charm by then. I mean whats the point of getting it if I cannot fight! :p

I was really hoping Cubby would pick up some of his good things like stuff in place, eating everything without creating any fuss, drinking water with glass and all that jazz. Pannu bhaiyaa is even fully potty trained at 2yrs. I am in awe of you my darling buddy G! You super-mom, you!

Cubby got scolded quite a few time by the strict Pannu and it was just so much fun to watch them, They would play peek-a-boo behind the cupboards and then come running out with smiles. Both of them stayed up as late as we did on all days. Every morning, the one who would wake up first, would go to other guy's room to see if he was up and about! :)

Again, heres some pictures that should explain their relationship! :) Thanks Pannu, for sharing your stuff with my thankless brat who kept troubling you the entire time.

If you can do it, so can I! ;)

he is SUCH a baby says Pannu!

Smiles too much, this dude!

Oye! Itna mat smile kar! Bhaav nahi milega phir!

Bola naah! Thoda smile control kar yaar!

Oh yaar! yeh nahi samjhega!

Chal main bhi smile kar hi deta hoon!

Paparazzi se bhag bhag ke thak gaye bechaare!

Friends forever, eh dudes?! :)

Till next time Adios Amigos!