Aekansh beyond 4

 

 

You telling story of ravand and hanuman .. and Krishna katha .. bakasur kaaliya naag ghodasur gopiyan naach rahi thi .. wo prakat hue aur fir bhasme kar diya .. !!

 

Ur going out into the balcony with nani “ chalo nani moon dekhte hain .. ur sun n moon play with the torch .. ur eyes  widening with wonder when told a new concept

U draggin someone or other to read out story to u .. or the national geographic animal book .. again n again n ud listen with wonderment ..  then ud recount them word to word n so eloquently .. n ud smile quietly n look nonchalant but secretly pleased with our appreciation

 

My cute baby dancing rhythmically n doing yoga so cutely .. in front of laptop during online classes.. esp if papa was watching.. it was all 1,2,3 .. perfectly timed

 

Ur show n tell classes where u always made us proud with ur renditions

 

Ur fav story – the selfish crocodile in ur sprawling austraalian accent that ud picked up from the .. and recounting it word to word with the pauses and the voice modulation ..

And then ud ask “ mumma aap hairaan ho gayi ? “

 

When mumma asked aekansh aapne padhai ki ? haan .. all day ..

 

Pizza banana—aata hai? Aata flat karo.. uspe jo man karey daal do.. fir usey sek do

Nanu ne sparrow banaya .. fir raze kiya .. fir mota mota kaat diya

 

Your trishul wd damru

Ur love for shiv tandav stotram and gaia Sanskrit

U lifting Sanskrit book from library n insisting this is wht ul read

Ur sitting in meditative posture for 5 mins after our car got hit

Same thing when mat kar maaya ko ahankaar was playing .. ur face was radiant .. mera Chhota sadhu

 

Ur strumming on guitar in kanatal in light of lamps .. u were dazzling .. namo namo shanksara

Ur love for roohi and dory at kanatal.. u kept tracking dory so much when she climbed up a tree u jst sat there n waited for her to climb down

 

Playing Pictionary with Mumma and Nani.. ye to lion ki poonch hai !

 

Krushinng .. ur unintelligible expressions yet

 

“But why Mumma?” phase
Howt about

Listened to nani ? No

Main Mumma ko check karne aaya hun .. pdhaai karo na Mumma

Being fascinated by ankylosayrus strong tail .. baamm

Kitna kaam kaam .. thoda khela bhi karo

Mumma choop... Baat suna karo aap ! Indignant

kitni baat baat baat .. thoda khela bhi karo !

ur knees bruised from all the crawling as an animal

moving, ur ears n cocking ur right eyebrow. paternal traits galore

mumma aapne butterfly kyun banaya back pe.. kyunki mumma ko acchha laga tha ..  acchha  mere liye elephant bana dena( grinning delightfully)

when got new almirah.. wanted to sit inside .. diring the stacking .. but when shelves put in became grumpy and kept signalling to remove them with tears streaming down at having his new hiding place destroyed .. and ur tantrum made u into a tiny monkey jumping up on the sofa then on the windowsill above n then aquiring hedgehog posture

when u would scutter away on ur tiny little feet n curl up n bury ur head in mummas lap when nani would ask to study

when u were called for pooja to chant mantra .. n ur favorite part was doing phoo on machis ki teeli

card castle .. phoo karke tootana hai

ud come back from park with papa knock on door n say .. taanshu hai !!
one day mumma dint hear n u kept banging away with ur tiny hands eventually wailing loudly then full of complaints " aap nahi kholte ho" .. uun. uun .. ur tiny tummy wobbling from ur tantrum and ur whole tearful face scrunched up n grumpy

then complaining about it for ,2 days... nani ko nanu ko papa ko sab ko separate conplaints

making soup for papa everytimd he came late or had to leave for an emergency . ud mix up potatoes n ginger n garlic n bring it in a bowl in a jiffy .. even pretend heating it .. ur care shinjng through ur soup... ud be so anxious for papas return asking repeatedly papa kahaan poochee.. even in middle of ur drowsy state which was heartbreakingly adorable

the flare with which u drew ur animal figurines .. like a pro .. or piece together shapes to create the image in ur cute little imagination .. such originality .. such a purity .. it was heartbreakingly beautiful to watch u create


ud place ur tiny hand on ur mouth when u dint want to eat any more n look like a tiny monkey

ud close ur ears when muggles were talking too much n then grab mummas lips shut if she was blabbering too much .. lol.

when ur mirambika diyas kept trying to instill only happy sensitive thoughts in u .. n u kept talking about fiery red dragons with dangerous eyes and ferocious teeth .. n u wanted to destroy every tower u built with lego blocks... with the velociraptors claws .. n wanted nails like the velociraptor .. made with aata

and whenever u made a nice animal drawing ud say its so cute now t rex will eat it


turning hare n tortoise story into lion and elephant story.. with elephant winning.
. cz elephant is fav

aekansh aapko dinosaur kyu itne pasand jai .  thoughtfully .. mujhe nahi pata

main kyun itna pyaara hun ki nanu mere liya acche acchhe animals banate hain

u were gleeful when mumma painted ur face lion cz u were growling n menacing .. when became zebra u were confused about what sound or whom to scare .. not ferocious or scary is not ur cup of tea

mumma main zoo mein sounga aap bahar sona ..( zoo made of pillows,)on all fours .. main horse hun isliye main khade hoke sounga

playing hippo fetch and hippo catch

mumma dudhu khatm nahi hua .. with a cheeky grin .. ho gaya khatm !! mumma ko ullu pataya loud chuckling

meaning business everytime u "become," an animal

hanging upside down from sofa -main mixed up chameleon hun

balancing on sofa side n becoming turtle with hands perfectly stroking the water .. the stance is perfect and so believable

Dancing like a horse on ur haunches and loads of leaps and gleeful neighing

making soup.for papa whenever papa left or came bak late .. ur worry for papa shining through
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Biting mummas hand and then gazing gleefully at ur bite marks .. like a lion

when u tried singing jan gan man and forgot lyrics how upset u became mumma mujhe yaad nahi aa. raha

when u said mumma mujhe lori sunao na " que sera sera "

asking about kali ma .. is she diff from durga ma

ur perpetual becoming a cow

agar sab has diye to

ur uninhibited tandav.. with ur trishul n damru n shining determined face

ur becoming flying cheetah cub n licking mummas hand to show ur love

when u chanted unknown mantras under ur breath n smiled shyly wen noticed

 

He woke up in good moodtells us what he dreamt about…an animal that has everything in it…wings like vulture, hair like lion, back like crocodile, teeth like shark and what not

when u made mumma hear hey ram on phone
then made mumma sing que sera and hey ram hey ram .. and told mumma teary eyed that mumma mai aapko bohot miss karta hun ..
and then drifted off to sleep while mumma sang hey ram on the phone

“mujhe to takkar aa gai” when told to do nhaai nhaai

ur indulgence in maha mrityunjaya ... repeating it again n again

ur absolute gorging on ginger bread cookies when u had no interest in any bakery items otherwise… it was just the love that u got from ur mummas rare cooking I guess

 

To papa-“ mumma aisa kyu karti hai kyu bachho ko chhod ke baar baar jaati hai ?
while leaving- mumma ek aur cheez miss kar rahi hai. mumma ko main stork ka post card dunga. (when mumma was leaving for delhi from Dehradun)

Ur choice of songs- aa chal ke tujhe

Mat kar maya ko ahankar

Itti si hasi ,

 

when mumma held ur hand n took u upto the stairs to ur class .. u were so thrilled ur eyes were shining .. and then received you back .. i still cant forget that first time

u singing “meri ma pyaari ma” on mothers day with ur melodious high pitched voice.. becoming all red in the face when mumma n papa gushed

ur bird egg n dinosaur story which u repeated in active n passive form 20 times in neeche waali nanis house in delhi

ur belt games .. elephant n snake... how u love solitary play in ur fantasy world n dont really need anyone then

when u did cheat dupki in ganga .. n then that became ur usual dupki. style .. n u loved the river

singing meri maa in ur high pitched adorable melodious voice

priyam bharatam .. shiv tandav

when u said meri praaj didi ko unki mumma ne bulaya hai wo chali gayi in that clear candid way with no excess emotion . the acceptance and the loneliness in ur voice made our heart break

 

when papas car was in an accident u broke out crying kyuki papa ki car bigad gayi and then once at home u sat in meditative pose and closed ur eyes .. and when u opened them u were asked u said main shiv ji se prayer kar raha tha

main aeroplane hun .. then mujhe aekansh kyun bula rahe ho

papa aap dono haath steering wheel pe rakho kyunki ek haath dusre haath ko help karta hai

the way u support papa when the two of u travel .. keeping awake while he drives.. talking to him instructing him abt safe driving and not giving a moments trouble !

when mumma read out hanuman chalisa to u in. pictures u listened intently n quietly n made entire hanuman chalisa in pictures and scribbling so.ppl cd read chalisa from it

when papa told u early morninh hum dehradun ja rahe hain ..aapko main cutely utha ke seat me bitha dunga u were so accepting .. u dint even squeak .. woke up at dawn n just squeezed into the seat n amused urself thinking of ur axe that was ordered online 

ur animated bam bam bole song .. how u memorized it completely .. with a bam.chik and hip sway at the end

when u spontaneously ask for a paper n pencil and burst into drawing .. so effortless .. ur painting has really flowered as well .. mostly depicting nature and u just loved the concept of “ save soil’ and made many many paintings on the earth n soil n really felt it from within once mumma told u soil was in danger of being lost

nani mujhe ek problem hai .. maam bolti hai dance karo aur ye bhi nhi batati kaisa karna hai

when u found hanger n ur eyes were shining cz ud found ur dhanush baand .. n then said mumma main ye dehradun le jaunga ..please mumma .. “kisi ne mana kar diya to” in ur smallish voice

n then when hangar broke it became kulhadi for u .. n then ur imaginary duelling with kulhadi with " ganda raja" against bahubali

even at 4 am in night u were muttering " kulhadi kahan gai " in ur sleep

how u can gulp down 2 whole ice creams quietly n within few mins when it takes u 40 mins to finish ur meal

how u say " mumma kab aayengi" with longing on phone and i have to fight back tears

how u greet mumma on video call with mumma i love u so much and " mujhe story sunna hai "
how u keep asking hum dehradun kab jayenge n keep preparing urself for it, when u visit in delhi .. in ur usual extremely mature way ..u just gave in once when it was evening n u asked papa " sun set ho gaya " n then u became cranky cz u knew u had to part from mumma .. how it makes my heart break to see u leave

Aaj aekansh achanak khans khate samay keh raha tha .mumm a akele hongi .mujhe baat karni hai .ajeet me kaha mumma so gayi hai to pooch Raha tha unhone khana kha liya
Ajeet bhi khoob emotional ho gaye the tumko yaad karke

at kanatal ur dori n roohi ka pyaar .. ur fascination with dori .. followinh her around like a puppy .. gazing up at her patiently sitting beneath the tree when she sat in the tree

in village main taaron ke neeche so raha hun .. video call pe .. main chandrama se light le lunga mumma

writing entire mumma song in hindi .. wd ur own vocab .. an incredible effort .. m.m.ma for mumma .. hau ma .. mmma .. pari maa .. n asking the difficult bits to nani

when mumma called u while u were in mumbai with manna didi n u handed the phone to her ki usey lo chachi se baat kar lo .. mere dono haath me cow hai .. main kaise baat karun

ur two didi dancing on bole choodiyan .. u standing aside with hands folded across chest with grumpy look ", main girls waale song pe dance nahi karta ! "

when u hit ur head and were taken to hospital - and doctor told to sit n wait - i asked u over phone if u wanted to go home - u said " nahi main baithaa hun mumma "

ur love for chess .. kahani waala chess .. u playing with full rules and concentration .. main hi sabko hara deta hun .. crying when ur pyaada gets killed .. u loved the violence in the game ! perfect to ur sensibility

mumma king kyu nhi chalta fight kyu nhi karta in chess

watching harry potter .. mcgonagall.. muttering to himself - pata nhi ye teacher chhote bacchon ko unke room me kyu bhejti rehti hai baar baar ..

weilding ur pencil as ur wand the day after watching harry potter

mumma aap mere saath dusre room me khelo. ye tv ki awaaz se mera play disturb hota hai

pancake - ,mujhe bas chocolate powder cheeni aur milk dedo .. main bana dunga

ferocious dinosaur head on cute dino head . u dont like cute

when enrolling in new skating class -nani aap mujhe nayi nayi class kyu bhejti rehti ho
. main rota hun na - straight faced blanket statement

when mumma watching webinar -" acchha ye aapki teacher hai ?? mumma seedha dekho padhai karo na".  u said holding my chin straight


when u assume that stern straight face when skating ....or doing anything skilled.. . n u gallop off on ur skates looking oh so dashing .. mumma was dazzled .. when u did the flag march on skates waving the Indian flag in all patriotism .. chanting vande mataram

when mumma papa came to watch n u got concious n slipped three times n even banged into the wall once .. u really want to please us !
u smiling coyly n turning pink whenever u saw us watching u
and also smiling shyly when navya ( spunky liitle cute girl on skates ) would cross u
then all comf with the hockey stick in ur hand .. forgetting wer there n gliding effortlessly ! u looked so gorgeous n confident mumma couldnt take her eyes off u !



mumma aap hairan ho gai thi na mujhe skating karte dekh ,!

the cute concentration with which u build card castle .. following each instruction the way mumma told u .. to bend the cards n put each one…

how on independence day u sang all the deshbhakti geet perfectly worded.. and cutely singing entire jan gan man by heart ..

how in rishikesh u were glued to the river n entering the water on all fours like crocodile ..crying when removed from the spot

 

when u speak to Prakhar mama and told him” aap mujhe guji guji karte the na … abhi guji guji karo “ .. you really miss him
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when u watched wildlife sos wid the cheetah being tended to .. then said nani msin ,2 mins me aata hun rummaged among ur toys n brought out ur own injured cheetah then ur sorrowful plee .. nani isey sil do please ...then papa sutured up ur cheetah n u were delighted ,!

how u prepare urself well in advance for the time thst uv to leave .. and then grabbing the back pack n strutting ahead of papa .. being heartbreakingly sporty n supportive of whole situation

there are many instances when wevv let u down but not a single when u let us down

u saying alexa play "shiv tandav stotram "

u tickling my n nanus knees cz u knew wed be tickled ..

ur love for spear n sword n dhanush baan n gada  .. n u going into a trance n becoming arjun or   bheem or  ghudsawar

ur knowledge n interest in mahabharat and hanuman chalisa n ur drawings of the understanding of it .. n then scribbling alongside the drawings just the way it is in the religious books .. then making nani or nanu recite it 
ur high pitched sweetest good morning .. you greet mumma while going to school daily .. its such a precious time for me my baby to hear u early morning .. u r so polite and try so hard to talk to mumma cz I know u don’t like talking on phone at all .. its just unnatural I know and I hate doing that to you but cant help it right now ..

 

when nani asks u kya kya kiya Mumbai me “ u say maine bohot kuchh kiya main nahi bata sakta” .. ur not a great reteller of reality are u … but fascinating stories about roaring dragons u wouldn’t hesitate if in the mood

 

when telling stories to ur didis at night in bed you say cheekily” manna didi dar jao ye bhoot ki kahaani hai!”

when manna is scared of coming into the water at the beach your all braving the waves like a man and turn around n bellow boldly” arey dar ko nikal kef ek do manna did !! “
ur little hand resting on papas forehead wd such tenderness n care to check his temp

u making card for nanu - mumma heard ki aapne flower banaya .. u said nhi maine flower nahi dragon banaya mumma!

u wanting a straight sword .. not a curved sword for once .. ur imagination flying
ur flying antics with ur spear... the way ur eyes shine when ur busy imagining alone n speak to urself

ur bonfire n well in the spare car tube .. combined with ur animal stories

u telling nani that nani main ab mumma doggy aur baby doggies ko pyaar karunga .. thik hai .. then going up to them n lovingly petting them on the road

u playing bahubali songs n weilding ur new shiny sword majestically against the royal background noise

u made pavitra ped .. with clay .. with cobras dangling from branches

ur sadness at seeing the two mango trees in our compound cut down.  .. mumma papa felt just as sad

 

ur distress n tears when u accidentally stepped on a plant n the stem broke

when mumma tried to get u the pet cat u said “mumma cat laogi to nani bhaag jayengi .. .. n then mere paas hai na pets ,-, mumma n baby doggies” as if ud already cajoled urself

when we talked on video at night u wouldnt show any emotion n look sideways but a blushing smile wd spread on ur face when mumma wd gush at u .. then u wd smtyms say -mumma se baat karke bohot accha laga in ur quiet manner.. n i know how much u mean it bcz u hardly express ur emotions .. n then i wonder how much loss ur hiding in ur tiny heart my wonderful boy
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how u would count the days exactly till u come to meet mumma .. down to half a day etc ...n my heart wd just plummet at the thought that u were really waiting to see me n wondering why his mom dint have tym for him ..

how u would go to papa n say i love u papa spontaneously or just kiss him or hug him n even say thank you papa that u love me .

when u woke up to find a gift waiting for u n exclaimed " are u crazy !! "" like a teenage girlie !

u obsessing over centaurs after watching harry potter (in hindi) .. even sending mumma abt centaur on phone( which u hardly do) n saying unhone us darinde(dementor) ko bhaga diya

then watching the hungarian horntail chase harry and then becoming the horntail

clay snakes on pavitra ped and then speaking in parseltongue with them .. then getting ur nanu to cut out a paper curly green snake n being transfixed by it for hours

 

ur clay ganesha .. such a beautiful creation by such tiny hands

 

the aloof detatched way u bear ur didis tantrums never demanding any attention.. never leaving their side.. showing ur loyalty yet never entangled in their drama .. its just beautiful to watch how u handle urself around them

papa saying he took care of me cz hes little doctor - tansh correcting papa saying papa main army banunga .. his face beaming .  then on second thought - aap ko kabhi kabhi chot lagegi to mai doctor bhi ban jaunga !

baby doggies road pe dumak dumak ke chal rahe the .. to unki kamar me dard ho gaya !

ur coy friendship wd sadrika .. u never reveal ur true feelings but ur shy smile n blush says a whole lot .. my heartthrob

at the music class it was clear u were the apple of everyones eyes with ur quiet manner n sweet voice n the effort u put into learning n singing the songs .. sir would signal to u n u sitting so sincerely cross legged would nod slightly n burst into song perfectly in sync ..
while going to bathroom u moved sirs mic to the side n then again when u came back .. the whole class bursting into laughter n u oblivious .. ur innocence like a halo around ur head

When u clutched the 2 headed wolf given by badi mumma to u ..u said” man karta hai isey khelu nahi isey dekhta hi rahu” ur eyes shining !

 

 at the airport u are such an understanding traveller ... u prepare urself ki papa hum 2 flights change karenge .. with not even a whimper of complaint .. n then when made to sleep on that single straight sofa u gathered ur arms and slept so straight wid such discipline .. its really endearing to watch how beautifully u adjust to everything .. you and papa taking care of each other in such camaraderie my eyes fill wd tears just looking at u two .. ur papa eyes soften as he watches u

even as a baby i remember u were such an easy traveller on the flight during take off and landing even

the way u break into mantra without any provocation when wer starting a journey ..n do it wd such devotion .. with a jay siya mata right after jay shree ram .. n then u blush sweetly.. mera pandit

when you asked papa to call mumma and played “ Meri Maa’ from Taare zameen par .. its as if u were pouring out your feelings from all these 8 months that wev been apart.. “ yu to main batlata nahi teri parwah karta hun main maa” .. and your were singing the words silently looking away .. its as if u wanted to be heard n let ur mom know its not ok that ur not here with me … bringing helpless tears to mummas eyes but also a sense of wonder at the way you choose to express youself… so understated yet so powerful ! ..what did I ever do to deserve u my dear child !