<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36334461</id><updated>2026-04-16T23:24:39.747-07:00</updated><category term="Little Boy"/><category term="advertisements"/><category term="animals"/><category term="6 packs"/><category term="Abortion"/><category term="Diapers"/><category term="Escape"/><category term="Gesture"/><category term="God Bless You"/><category term="Honesty"/><category term="Lucky"/><category term="Moral of the Story"/><category term="Pets"/><category term="Sudha Murthy"/><category term="Switzerland"/><category term="Trains"/><category term="USA"/><category term="Very Lucky"/><category term="Wedding Plan"/><category term="antartica"/><category term="apology"/><category term="babies"/><category term="brain"/><category term="child"/><category term="creativity"/><category term="excuse"/><category term="gravity"/><category term="home"/><category term="kids"/><category term="love"/><category term="marriage"/><category term="monster"/><category term="outer space"/><category term="pregnancy"/><category term="science"/><category term="sorry"/><category term="tortoise"/><category term="travel"/><title type='text'>Its all about Aditya....</title><subtitle type='html'>I love my Son.  He is very intelligent, extremely funny, blattodephobic and claustrophobic, chocholatomaniac and a cheese lover, loves Science, loves Coldplay &amp;amp; MJ, cars, planes and latest gadgets; not to forget a very deep thinker.  There are many moments he makes us proud, leaves us confused, wonder, think and feel speechless.&#xa;I&amp;#39;ve decided to put those little moments together in this blog dedicating to my Son.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Coach Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05123004238832915282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36334461.post-2322449873817170167</id><published>2011-07-12T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T21:54:38.149-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="6 packs"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advertisements"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creativity"/><title type='text'>6 packs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;At home, we discuss a lot about health and fitness.&amp;nbsp; The basic idea of &#39;6 packs&#39; is something that Aditya always gets excited about.&amp;nbsp; Many time he removes his clothes, poses like a body builder and asks &quot;do you see my 8 packs?&quot;.&amp;nbsp; Do not tell him this, I usually spot 8 bones there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;Also, on many occasions he punches my abs and says…&quot;well its quite tight, but Dad! you have only 4 packs….go do some more work out…!!&quot;&amp;nbsp; I get loads of free advices from my 9 year old on this topic.&amp;nbsp; Anyways I&#39;m on my way, like any other men who can dream, on this &#39;packs&#39; topic.&amp;nbsp; But in reality, I don&#39;t regret and I&#39;m glad that even I have 6 packs.&amp;nbsp; They are well protected under a thick layer of fat.&amp;nbsp; Its just that I&#39;m not ready to show it off yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;It was a lazy late Saturday evening and the whole family was huddled in our car to do some shopping.&amp;nbsp; When we reached Aundh Parihar Chowk in Pune, suddenly Aditya screamed. He was certainly excited about something.&amp;nbsp; Pointing his finger towards something outside he said &quot;Wow Appa! Look at these 6 packs…..! They are so Cool....&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For a flash of a second I thought he was showing an ad for a newly sprouted Gym in the neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; When I bent down to see what he was showing I was under a chill for a brief moment.&amp;nbsp; At the same instance even Meera noticed this and gave a gentle press on my shoulder indicating that something was going wrong (this is a most common routine these days).&amp;nbsp; I wanted to appear as if I wasn&#39;t embarrassed about the situation, kept my cool and asked &quot;What is cool about it?&quot; .&amp;nbsp; What he showed me was an ad hoarding for a male c*****m product.&amp;nbsp; The ad read &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;why boys like 6 packs&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&quot;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There were 6 different colorful flavored&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;c*****m&amp;nbsp;packets displayed under 4000 watts flood lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&quot;Appa! is this a similar protein supplement that we saw in Gold Gym? What is a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;c*****m&amp;nbsp;and why they are flavored? What does it do to our 6-packs? Why don&#39;t you start using them? (Damn….!!!)&quot; ....the flood gates opened and the flow of questions from my dearest son started gushing yet another time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m always ready to give a lecture to anyone about this protection (protected?) topic. But chums, don&#39;t you think a 9 year old is too early to be my student for this subject?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Epilogue: &lt;/b&gt;Any ways, I&#39;m aware that the ad makers target the young and the little ones to create a strong influence about the product or brand they put on their ad campaign.&amp;nbsp; The ad companies started these techniques with Health Drinks, Biscuits, Chocolates, Ice Creams, Diapers, Detergents ... now a days even Automobiles….Insurance products….Paints…even Engine Oils. &amp;nbsp;This approach is certainly doing a lot of good things to the campaign. &amp;nbsp;But certainly we are not in the age where children have started to influence, knowingly or unknowingly, the products used by their parents in private.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m always enthralled by the creativity of the ad designers. &amp;nbsp;My son and all the little monsters out there in every family see some of these ads and ultimately get creative for all wrong reasons. &amp;nbsp;To keep it simple, I&#39;m not prepared to see them discussing such topics at this age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Congratulation ad companies!!! &amp;nbsp;I&#39;m no longer worried about 6 packs. &amp;nbsp;As a responsible parent, whether I buy your products or not, I&#39;m deeply worried about your advertisement contents.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/feeds/2322449873817170167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36334461/2322449873817170167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/2322449873817170167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/2322449873817170167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/2011/07/6-packs.html' title='6 packs'/><author><name>Coach Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05123004238832915282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36334461.post-3478537772107721372</id><published>2011-03-05T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T20:00:48.018-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="antartica"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="outer space"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Switzerland"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="USA"/><title type='text'>Travel plans...</title><content type='html'>Its quite usual to find Aditya feeling jealous whenever I share any of my travel plans with him. Well..he is quite unhappy when I talk about any of my international trips...any trip closer to Switzerland or USA or anyone travelling in airplanes.&amp;nbsp; This comes to him like someone going for a short trip to the heaven. As per him this can happen only for few gifted individuals. I usually tease him either by talking about such trips or showing him the pictures or sharing my experiences of the places that I had visited. &lt;br /&gt;
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I was sharing my upcoming business trip to Germany followed by a weeklong trip in Switzerland in May. We talked about our last family vacation in Switzerland and remembered how &#39;cool&#39; the trip was.&amp;nbsp; But, this time, I found it quite unusual to see Aditya not showing much interested in the conversation. When I asked he said &quot;Appa, you can no longer tease me with your Europe trips...as I have bigger plans&quot;.&amp;nbsp; I was amused by this.&amp;nbsp;&quot;What has changed so much in such a short time?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;What kind of plan do you have?&quot; I asked&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;When I grow bigger I&#39;ll be to travelling to&amp;nbsp;even farther places.&amp;nbsp; Such places are always &#39;cool&#39;&quot; I saw a sheer excitement in his words.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;South America?.....Australia?.....Antartica?....Arctic?...Russia?....Mongolia?&quot; I shot a series of country and continent names in a desperate attempt to find out his ‘bigger and cooler’ plans.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was baffled when I received a &#39;No&#39; for all these....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfpAVAJuKGlEJBrPV0pjqCmnWdiUG8_0FPKc9l9gWigV0aj3pcapSHetYlsstR7La69QhGqYa0Eid3gDJgtMtmBtp-ooDaMk_GyVjVapBFzDZ3yNeW2TkgitaaFqVmZMN5Ksd5_w/s1600/AdityaAstronaut.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; l6=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfpAVAJuKGlEJBrPV0pjqCmnWdiUG8_0FPKc9l9gWigV0aj3pcapSHetYlsstR7La69QhGqYa0Eid3gDJgtMtmBtp-ooDaMk_GyVjVapBFzDZ3yNeW2TkgitaaFqVmZMN5Ksd5_w/s320/AdityaAstronaut.jpg&quot; width=&quot;234&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He continued and said...&quot;I&#39;ll be going to places where no one has gone before....I&#39;ll be going in my space ship...the rocket pack...and visit galaxies and planets, humans have never thought of visiting. One will not find any &#39;travel advise&#39; to visit such places because these are places never visited by anyone and never explored....these are really special places only accessible to smart and very intelligent astronauts like me&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S I see a lot of determination in him whenever I hear about his ‘future’ plans. He wants to become an astronaut and the dream continues. For the first time I was feeling jealous.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Note:&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t miss to see Aditya inside his astronaut suite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B002Y27P3M&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/feeds/3478537772107721372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36334461/3478537772107721372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/3478537772107721372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/3478537772107721372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/2011/03/travel-plans.html' title='Travel plans...'/><author><name>Coach Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05123004238832915282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfpAVAJuKGlEJBrPV0pjqCmnWdiUG8_0FPKc9l9gWigV0aj3pcapSHetYlsstR7La69QhGqYa0Eid3gDJgtMtmBtp-ooDaMk_GyVjVapBFzDZ3yNeW2TkgitaaFqVmZMN5Ksd5_w/s72-c/AdityaAstronaut.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36334461.post-7307148295239853529</id><published>2011-01-08T21:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T07:06:25.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contentment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;Date: 8-Jan-2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;Time: 9.30 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;Moment:&amp;nbsp; I was watching a movie in the television.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;Aditya sees a Ferrari in the movie and expresses a &quot;Wow!!&quot;&amp;nbsp; I looked at him and asked &quot;hm...here comes a Ferrari for you&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Appa do you know why there are just two seats in the sports car&quot; Aditya asked.&amp;nbsp; The sports cars have to be lighter and not for carrying more people. &amp;nbsp;Also they look really nice with just two seats, less space occupied, can go faster.......&quot; I replied confidently with my little knowledge on automobiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Well...&quot; after a pause &quot;I think the second seat is for taking girl friends&quot; Aditya continued....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;I paused for a moment and asked whether he would take me in his car whenever he buys it. &amp;nbsp;&quot;Possible....but I will have to custom make the car with holders for your &#39;walking stick&#39;, &#39;denture&#39; and &#39;reading glasses&#39; which will make the car bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;I felt proud to see my son unleashing his creative thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&quot;Its also going to be a problem for you to sit in a fast car like this, because old people like you (?) can&#39;t stand the speed of such cars. &amp;nbsp;Moreover, I will not be driving the car the way you drive your Honda City (?), so you stick to your old Honda City....&quot; This was really an insult for someone like me who always thinks 20 years younger.&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B004G6Z7PM&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;He is also not happy with the City that I have....as as per his standards its not a &#39;cool&#39; car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;Epilogue: &amp;nbsp;My father never owned an automobile in his life, forget cars or bikes, not even a bi-cycle. &amp;nbsp;I could afford a four wheeler only when I was 28 years old. &amp;nbsp;During my childhood bi-cycle tires or pressure cooker gaskets were the &lt;i&gt;hot wheels, &lt;/i&gt;hand made&amp;nbsp;wooden carts with broken or used ball bearings were the real wheels. &amp;nbsp;Aditya was born in the age of &#39;modern automobiles and technologies&#39; and I find this generation to have lost an appreciation for small things and also not being contented with whatever they have. &amp;nbsp;They want the latest&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ben 10&#39;s&lt;/i&gt;, latest&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Bay Blades,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;latest&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;automobiles,&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;latest&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Hot Wheels; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;everything latest or newest or the coolest.&amp;nbsp; The best of all was &#39;latest version of Bournvita&#39;. One version older is not acceptable.&amp;nbsp;They are increasingly interested in more &#39;material possessions&#39; and nothing in the world can satisfy them enough. &amp;nbsp;You buy one today and there comes the need for another...and the story continues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. My father feels the same about me too, huh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was going through Aditya&#39;s school Diary (quite unusual though - its usually taken care by Meera) and found a note written by his class teacher &lt;strong&gt;&quot;Dear Parents, Please come and meet me on 12-Jun-2010 at around 9.00 am&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Meera how did you miss this note?&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;I sprang from the couch&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Which one?&quot;&lt;/strong&gt; Meera was little puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;We conveniently forgot to check his diary neither did Aditya mention anything about it.&amp;nbsp; The entire Saturday went like any other weekend, we got up late went to Ramesh&#39;s home and reached&amp;nbsp;home late at&amp;nbsp;night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;I get jittery whenever I see a note like this.&amp;nbsp; This time with no subject mentioned&amp;nbsp;I was waiting for the nightmare.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&quot;Looks like I have to start the court martial tonight....&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;thought to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Aditya, can you explain&quot;&lt;/strong&gt; Meera and I asked this in a chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;Aditya gave a &#39;completely surprised&#39; and &#39;confused&#39; look (an uncharacteristic behaviour that is ironically typical all the time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;I did not read this note at all Appa...&quot;&lt;/strong&gt; he said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Why do you think the teacher would have asked us to meet her....? did anything go wrong in the school?&quot;&lt;/strong&gt; I asked with concern.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Nothing happened yesterday Appa&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;another standard reply from my sincere son.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Did anything go wrong during the &#39;week&#39;?&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I always know that this is not the best way of parenting, suspecting and doubting&amp;nbsp;my son&#39;s behavior at school.&amp;nbsp; But in the past there were few occasions when Aditya did not share few &#39;interesting&#39; stories with us but were ultimately narrated by his class teachers.&amp;nbsp; The experience wasn&#39;t that great.&amp;nbsp; This added to the problem.&amp;nbsp; My gut feel said something went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Did you argue with the teacher? Did you trouble any other class mates? Tell me what really happened?&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;the questions poured.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Nooo....nothing like that...I didnt trouble so much&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Aditya! take a break, in next two minutes I want you to think about this and come back to me and confess...the punishment is going to be less if you tell us before we hear from the teacher&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I left the room and after 2 minutes Aditya came closer to me hesitantly and said &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;I think I did a mistake&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;mmm...see Meera, I suspected this...Go ahead&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Actually one of my friends and I both jumped through the window to get into the class yesterday&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39;This doesn&#39;t seem like a problem....&lt;strong&gt;&quot;but did you do that when the class was going on?&#39;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;No Appa, first Jay did, and I followed him&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Answer my question!!! was the class going on at that time&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;No Appa, it was the free period and we just felt like going into the class like &#39;that&#39;&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;I don&#39;t think this is the problem... think for another 2 minutes and come back to me.&amp;nbsp; This time I want the real truth&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; it was Meera who said that&lt;br /&gt;
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After two minutes....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;mm...I think I argued with the teacher once....&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;huh! here comes the real one, we thought&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;WHY!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;She is very strict always&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;OK WHAT HAPPENED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;I wanted to ask a question and was not getting her attention and was continuously calling her...&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;THEN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;she did not pay any attention...&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;THEN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;I broke one of my friends pencil tip....&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;THEN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I did not put back my books in the shelf....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
.....&lt;br /&gt;
.....&lt;br /&gt;
.....the confessions continued....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;I think thats why she wrote this note&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;finally concluded Aditya.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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It started as a small lightenting and then came the thunder and the heavier thunder bolt, followed by a heavy shower of advices.&amp;nbsp; I finished and then Meera did the rest of the job... Hmm...when are we going to have a relief...both looked at each other with worry lines on our foreheads.&lt;br /&gt;
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Later that night we wrote a note to the teacher to meet her on the coming week.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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The court finally was adjourned....Aditya was sent to the bed...with a sentence &lt;strong&gt;&quot;No Television+No access to computer games&quot;&lt;/strong&gt; till we meet the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;25-Jun-2010, 4.00 pm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was in the office and got a call from Home.&amp;nbsp; It was Aditya....&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Appa,&amp;nbsp;I have a good news for you and me both&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;sounded victorious &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Whats that Aditya...did you get any stars at school?&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;No Appa, I found the reason why my class teacher wanted to meet Mom and you&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Alright...what was the reason?&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Well...actually she doesn&#39;t want to meet you...&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Why did she write that note&quot;&lt;/strong&gt; I asked&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;She actually wanted to talk about the piled up class work during my extended vacation, She did not appear to be angry with me...and I don&#39;t think she is going to complain anything about me tomorrow&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Well thats a good news....&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;I felt relieved &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Can I watch Ben-10 now?&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;asked my sweetest Son.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy8FIU_zKUS_fES5fnSxLJcdrT452_bpYjP6FqrsromiqBz8w_k-57gcQGmP_ckTbWYTJFFP6lsWkjDhutcpQGRBL5Emb5KbMqZ1VzW4nsE_ZU7U-Bm57VIo1nW8Aw7TN5ZdADfw/s1600/Madagascar_Melman_L.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; ru=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy8FIU_zKUS_fES5fnSxLJcdrT452_bpYjP6FqrsromiqBz8w_k-57gcQGmP_ckTbWYTJFFP6lsWkjDhutcpQGRBL5Emb5KbMqZ1VzW4nsE_ZU7U-Bm57VIo1nW8Aw7TN5ZdADfw/s200/Madagascar_Melman_L.jpg&quot; width=&quot;141&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Epilogue:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Later that day Meera and I talked about the court proceedings(?) and laughed at ourselves.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We could only think about the confessions made by Melmen, the giraffe, when the plane was going down in the &#39;&lt;strong&gt;Madagascar: Escape 2 Africa&lt;/strong&gt;&#39; movie.&amp;nbsp; Finally it was found that Aditya did all the silly confessions assuming that they were all &#39;mistakes&#39;.&amp;nbsp; He had been behaving very well in the school and there was nothing to worry about it.&amp;nbsp; He had to go through this 2 week long punishment even after confessing the silliest of all the mistakes that he did in his school.&amp;nbsp; Aren&#39;t we great parents?&lt;br /&gt;
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Teachers..please write the reasons if you want to meet the parents....this will avoid all such interesting &#39;episodes&#39; at homes after the school.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Are you listening....???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;- Guilty Parents.&lt;span&gt;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B000AY74OG&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/feeds/972527082839897822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36334461/972527082839897822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/972527082839897822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/972527082839897822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-confession-time.html' title='Its Confession Time....'/><author><name>Coach Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05123004238832915282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy8FIU_zKUS_fES5fnSxLJcdrT452_bpYjP6FqrsromiqBz8w_k-57gcQGmP_ckTbWYTJFFP6lsWkjDhutcpQGRBL5Emb5KbMqZ1VzW4nsE_ZU7U-Bm57VIo1nW8Aw7TN5ZdADfw/s72-c/Madagascar_Melman_L.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36334461.post-9067469989241421704</id><published>2010-04-21T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T06:28:24.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wish</title><content type='html'>20-Apr-2010 my 36th Birthday (feeling not so great about the growing age and receding hairline)&lt;br /&gt;
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7.00 AM&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Aditya:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;Aditya gets up from bed, still sleepy, &lt;em&gt;&quot;Dad....do you know you are a year older today!!!!&quot; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well...thats not the way you wish someone who always feels very young.....why don&#39;t you wish me first? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Aditya:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;In 4 yrs you will be bald. If anything remains it will be white! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Me: &quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is your mouth really dirty in the morning....? Why don&#39;t you wish me &quot;Happy Birthday!&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah!! What a way to start my day...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/feeds/9067469989241421704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36334461/9067469989241421704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/9067469989241421704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/9067469989241421704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthday-wish.html' title='Birthday Wish'/><author><name>Coach Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05123004238832915282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36334461.post-256585503009904534</id><published>2009-12-26T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T07:07:44.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aditya&#39;s love with Cars....Rovers!!!</title><content type='html'>Apart from his interests towards space and in general Science, Aditya has been a great lover of automobiles.&amp;nbsp; You can see his head turn swiftly whenever he spots a modern car in the Pune streets (which is quite common these days).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Last week while driving towards the city, he literally made me stop our car (a Honda&amp;nbsp;City)&amp;nbsp;to look at a brand new white Jaguar.&amp;nbsp; (Even today he feels that I should have bought a Honda Civic)&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Wow Appa!!!! one day I would own such a stylish&amp;nbsp;car!!&quot;&amp;nbsp; you can hear him say this very often.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then the conversation revolved around some more brands of cars that he was familiar with.&amp;nbsp; Ferrari, Merc, Audi, Volkswagen, Honda...etc., &lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Which car would like to drive when you become old enough to buy cars?&quot; I asked.&amp;nbsp; Aditya calmly replied &quot;A Rover&quot;.&amp;nbsp; I was little thrilled by the answer.&amp;nbsp; The reason was simple...he had&amp;nbsp;never spotted a Rover in Pune.&amp;nbsp; Not to my knowledge....I don&#39;t even remember he talking about&amp;nbsp;Rovers in the past.&amp;nbsp; I vaguely remember that we together watched a program in the Nat Geo on someone taking an expedition in a Land Rover on a frozen icy surface.&amp;nbsp; I thought that he had probably seen one&amp;nbsp;on his way to his school.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;A Rover??&quot; I chuckled....&quot;Why would you buy a car which you really do not know anything about?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Well...you see it is designed to move over the rocks...tough terrains and in a low gravity atmosphere...&quot; he said.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Are you talking about riding the Rover up in the Himalayas....? but you will experience only&amp;nbsp;pressure variations but not really&amp;nbsp;much of a&amp;nbsp;change in the Gravity....(These days I feel that I&#39;ve too little knowledge on these subjects...too old for answering Science questions asked by Aditya....I&#39;m competing with my son..)&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Dad! I&#39;m not going to ride the Rover in earth&quot; he replied.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;What?&quot; I turned back...&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;I&#39;ll be riding my faaaaaaaaavourite Rover on the rocky terrains of the Moon, it&#39;s not a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Land Rover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...it&#39;s a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moon Rover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;iframe align=&quot;left&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; marginheight=&quot;0&quot; marginwidth=&quot;0&quot; scrolling=&quot;no&quot; src=&quot;http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B000GLXR5S&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr&quot; style=&quot;align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Epilogue:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;This was quite interesting.&amp;nbsp; He is 8 years now and&amp;nbsp;is already crazy about space, rockets, rocket boosters, Black Holes, NASA, Chandrayan...dead stars...exploring the galaxies etc.,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Meera and I have&amp;nbsp;been realizing that he is having a very deep quest for space and I wish that one day he will be able to follow his dreams.&amp;nbsp; Whatever it takes.. we&amp;nbsp;are completely determined to&amp;nbsp;nurture and support him, after all thats the least that we can do as parents.&amp;nbsp; Lets see how far this goes.....&lt;br /&gt;
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Our love towards our Son is growing day by day as we think about this...&lt;br /&gt;
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- Meera and Kannan</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/feeds/256585503009904534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36334461/256585503009904534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/256585503009904534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/256585503009904534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/2009/12/adityas-love-with-carsrovers.html' title='Aditya&#39;s love with Cars....Rovers!!!'/><author><name>Coach Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05123004238832915282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36334461.post-2719699948473232230</id><published>2009-12-07T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T20:03:09.657-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="apology"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="excuse"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sorry"/><title type='text'>Why should you not say Sorry!!</title><content type='html'>7-Dec-2009 9.30 PM (I was in the middle of some very important office work at home)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Aditya:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Appa! I have&amp;nbsp;a question?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Yes Aditya!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Aditya: &lt;/strong&gt;Why do we say sorry?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt; Well! when you do something wrong, hurt someone or dropped something....or broke something....then you feel really really apologetic about that act.... and say &quot;Sorry!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Aditya:&lt;/strong&gt; ....and it also means that you wont repeat that again....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Yes! thats a good understanding...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Aditya:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Well then I think for one act we are expected to say sorry but we never stop doing that again! so...whenever you do that you don&#39;t have to say sorry!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; mmm....I don&#39;t think there is anything like that...whenever you say sorry you should realize the mistake and you should stop doing that again&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Aditya:&lt;/strong&gt; No...for this thing we can&#39;t stop doing that again...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Aditya! keep it simple and quick...Appa is working...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Aditya: &lt;/strong&gt;Yes Appa...all human beings and animals expell gas (he actually said f??t) and it is quite natural....&lt;br /&gt;
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....and we are expected to say sorry......or excuse me...&lt;br /&gt;
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...........but can we really stop that... even if we were apologetic?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;??????&lt;br /&gt;
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Note:&amp;nbsp; I din&#39;t felt embarassed by this question....My son is growing and let me really get prepared to face him.&amp;nbsp; Its getting really tough these days.&amp;nbsp; Anyone to feel sorry about me?&amp;nbsp; Experienced Dads!!! can you share your experiences?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/feeds/2719699948473232230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36334461/2719699948473232230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/2719699948473232230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/2719699948473232230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-should-you-not-say-sorry.html' title='Why should you not say Sorry!!'/><author><name>Coach Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05123004238832915282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36334461.post-8197381993430376812</id><published>2009-11-25T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T07:14:45.804-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animals"/><title type='text'>Ear up or ear side???</title><content type='html'>Moment: Meera was asking (preaching??) Aditya to assist her in folding his clothes.&amp;nbsp; As usual he was not in this world...dreaming??? Possibly.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Meera:&lt;/strong&gt; Aditya! Can’t you see Amma doing all this chores on her own? Why don&#39;t you help me?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Aditya&lt;/strong&gt;: ......&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Meera&lt;/strong&gt;: A..d..itya!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Aditya&lt;/strong&gt;: mmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Meera&lt;/strong&gt;: Did you hear what I said?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Aditya&lt;/strong&gt;: MMMMmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Meera&lt;/strong&gt;: Ok...! What have you decided? Are you going to help me?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Aditya&lt;/strong&gt;: Amma....I have a question?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Meera&lt;/strong&gt;: What!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Aditya&lt;/strong&gt;: I&#39;ve a question related to Animals&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Meera:&lt;/strong&gt; Go ahead! Make it quick!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Aditya:&lt;/strong&gt; Why do some animals have their ears pointing upwards and some towards their sides?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Meera:&lt;/strong&gt; m...ha...Well....let me think? (Not an easy one???)&lt;br /&gt;
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Even Aditya (after this question) started thinking about this....there was a brief pause in the room (brains at work??)&lt;br /&gt;
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After few minutes...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Aditya:&lt;/strong&gt; Mom!!!! I think I know the answer!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Meera:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;....continues to think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Aditya:&lt;/strong&gt; I think God has produced all Herbivorous animals&amp;nbsp;with their ears pointed upwards, because they have to hear all sides and should be able to turn the ears like a dish antenna. When a lion comes near them silently they should be getting ready to run.....but carnivorous animals..... They needn&#39;t have to be that alert...so they have it on their sides.&lt;br /&gt;
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With wide opened mouth and just been enlightened by the answer...Meera..couldn&#39;t help herself but to hug this little think master.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/feeds/8197381993430376812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36334461/8197381993430376812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/8197381993430376812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/8197381993430376812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/2009/11/ear-up-or-ear-side.html' title='Ear up or ear side???'/><author><name>Coach Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05123004238832915282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36334461.post-4703654838850286416</id><published>2009-10-06T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T07:13:06.878-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="babies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brain"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pregnancy"/><title type='text'>How does our brain know when to have a baby?</title><content type='html'>Date : 5-Oct-2009&lt;br /&gt;
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Aditya : 8 years and 1 month old&lt;br /&gt;
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Meera came to me couple of days ago and said that Aditya had asked her when parents would decide to have a baby.&amp;nbsp; She was terrified by the question and without further complicating she had told him that&amp;nbsp;a baby is born after their marriage.&lt;br /&gt;
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He came to me in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Aditya:&lt;/strong&gt; Appa I&#39;ve a question! can I ask you?&lt;br /&gt;
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A question from Aditya? nothing new....I was anyhow ready to face the battle.....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; What is it?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Aditya:&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &quot;Mom said babies are born after the marriage&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah... well not quite so.....but she was&amp;nbsp;right!&lt;br /&gt;
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he continued...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Aditya:&lt;/strong&gt; &quot;How does the brain know that someone is married and then tells the body to produce a baby?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyhow I&#39;m not going to write what I said to my son....its a looong story.&lt;br /&gt;
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The concept of babies is extremely fascinating for everyone and at the same time very much confusing for the children during their early ages.&amp;nbsp; While growing they quickly graduate from those &lt;strong&gt;&quot;little blabberings&quot;&lt;/strong&gt; to&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;What&#39;s&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;to &lt;strong&gt;&quot;How&#39;s&quot;&lt;/strong&gt; to&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Whys&quot;&lt;/strong&gt; in their mind and their ability to reason is what makes them really lovable, unique and interesting.&amp;nbsp; My son is not an exception :)&lt;br /&gt;
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26-Oct-2009&lt;br /&gt;
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I really would like to&amp;nbsp;share what happened yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;
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He came to me and said &quot;Appa now I&#39;m very clear about how babies are born after marriage (he had also learnt it through a book called &quot;The Young Scientist&quot;), humans decide when to get married, we invite our friends and family, we take pictures and all of us know about the marriage but tell me one thing, how do animals know that they are married....&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/feeds/4703654838850286416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36334461/4703654838850286416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/4703654838850286416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/4703654838850286416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-does-brain-know-when-to-have-baby.html' title='How does our brain know when to have a baby?'/><author><name>Coach Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05123004238832915282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36334461.post-1175595777576040037</id><published>2009-09-24T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T07:11:53.903-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animals"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pets"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tortoise"/><title type='text'>Aditya loves small and slow pets.. :)</title><content type='html'>This is the third month Aditya has been asking me to bring a pet for him.&amp;nbsp; It all started with an advertisement shown in the television in which a little boy affectionately picks a green caterpillar falls off from a basket of&amp;nbsp;green&amp;nbsp;peas.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Few months back when we went to visit one of my colleagues home we met a beautiful 3 months old &#39;Shadow&#39; a black Labby.&amp;nbsp; Aditya fell in love with it....&lt;br /&gt;
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Another time... another pup Laika.....the passion for pets has been growing in him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday he was reading a story for his sister from the Tim and Topsy series about a black and white rabbit with the name &#39;Wiggle&#39;. He expressed his desire to have a pet again....&lt;br /&gt;
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He also has a name for his pet &#39;William...&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
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Though I too love pets I wanted to be little practical with him.&lt;br /&gt;
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I told him how difficult it is to bring up a dog in an apartment....&quot;You must take care of it well...it needs food on time...water on time....then need to be bathed...cleaned...taken out for a walk...taken to the vet for regular checkups for fleas....might have to jog and run with it so that it is&amp;nbsp;fit all the time.....have to feed it good and healthy food and also meat.......we can&#39;t do that since we don&#39;t eat meat at home....we can&#39;t go out anywhere without them....someone must take care of it all the time ................and its really note easy to bring them up&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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He said...&quot;No Appa! you don&#39;t have to do all these things...its easy to take care of it and will never leave us....&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Huh! its never been easy with my son any time....I was little tired and called Meera to make him understand.&lt;br /&gt;
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She too tried.....but Aditya was very calm and continued &quot;You don&#39;t have to bath them....&quot; they are always clean.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another round of explanation and it wasn&#39;t leading us to a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally Aditya said....&quot;I think you got everything wrong....and I&#39;m not referring to a Dog....!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Meera and I were confused and were still looking at him....&quot;What kind of pet are you referring to.....?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Aditya said &quot;A Tortoise!!!!! - see you don&#39;t have to bath it because its always in the water.....(wasn&#39;t that a turtle??) you don&#39;t have to walk or run with it....its always fit(??), no need to maintain its fur.....no fleas problem.....no meat.....and finally....it can never leave our home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Does anyone know whether anyone sells tortoise as pets in Pune?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/feeds/1175595777576040037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36334461/1175595777576040037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/1175595777576040037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/1175595777576040037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/2009/09/very-easy-to-maintain-petsbecause.html' title='Aditya loves small and slow pets.. :)'/><author><name>Coach Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05123004238832915282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36334461.post-9075097623534224890</id><published>2009-09-23T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:03:25.743-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Lucky"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Very Lucky"/><title type='text'>Oye Lucky! Lucky Oye!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Date : &lt;/b&gt;23-Sep-2009 &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Time : &lt;/b&gt;8.30 PM&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Moment : &lt;/b&gt;Aditya has just returned from his friend Sudharshan&#39;s Birthday Party&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Me :&lt;/b&gt; Hello Aditya! how was the party!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Aditya :&lt;/b&gt; Great Appa! Wished Sudharshan....Enjoyed the party a lot...had some cakes, wafers and chocolates...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: I see....Well, did you give him the gift? Did he like the idea of Book Vouchers?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Aditya : &lt;/b&gt;Yes I think, He would buy some books from the store&lt;br /&gt;
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With some hesitation Aditya said &quot;Appa! I think Sudharshan is lucky&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Me : &lt;/b&gt;(Beginning of a trouble :()&amp;nbsp;What makes you think that way Aditya?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Aditya :&lt;/b&gt; He has got a Cool Computer gaming package which has around 80 games in it....all of them are really cool...there are even&amp;nbsp;Spider man, Batman, Superman games in it (Hanuman???)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Me :&lt;/b&gt; Thats good - why did you say he was lucky?&lt;br /&gt;
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With a pause Aditya said &quot;I don&#39;t have it....&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Me : &lt;/b&gt;Not everything in the world can be owned by you....you have some cool toys that he doesn&#39;t have and since you are friends you can always share your toys&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Aditya : &lt;/b&gt;But I still think he is Lucky!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Me : &lt;/b&gt;Aditya! stop comparing with someone who has something more than you have....remember the street children at The University Junction....they don&#39;t have money or even proper clothes, but you have a lot of them. &amp;nbsp;Don&#39;t you think you are lucky too?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Aditya : &lt;/b&gt;But I still think Sudharshan is Lucky Appa....&lt;br /&gt;
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I gave him some more examples to convince that he was also Lucky.... This was going on.....for some more time....and this time (for a change) he wanted to close the discussion first...&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Appa! Well.....I&#39;m convinced that I&#39;m Lucky too.....but...,,I think Sudharshan is VERY LUCKY!!!!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I was speechless for some time....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/feeds/9075097623534224890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36334461/9075097623534224890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/9075097623534224890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/9075097623534224890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/2009/09/lucky-or-very-lucky.html' title='Oye Lucky! Lucky Oye!'/><author><name>Coach Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05123004238832915282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36334461.post-7791230841668371984</id><published>2009-07-07T02:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T07:14:07.119-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="child"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gravity"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="science"/><title type='text'>Blame the Gravity</title><content type='html'>Aditya was very sad when I returned back home from work. He looked dull and weak. I certainly knew that there was something wrong he did (or happened). After our usual greetings (Haaai Aditya....how are you? and how was your day? Did anything interesting happen today? Did you help anyone? Did anyone help you etc., etc.,) He patiently listened and answered only &#39;Yes&#39; and &#39;No&#39; to me. There was absolutely no energy in the answeres.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I raised his chin and asked him &quot;Did something go wrong today?&quot; He said &quot;Yes...Appa...&quot; I accidently dropped my (New) Pencil box and it broke into pieces. (This box was one of the flashy ones that was bought by Meera couple of weeks ago. Aditya was really proud having it with him because it had around 20 buttons...and each button would either open a door for a sharpner, or a sliding pencil slot, or a compass....or a thermometer etc., etc., All the kiddy gadgets were nicely packaged in it....sometimes I felt...a gadget....too much for this age :) ). &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was not happy hearing this. Then I asked him how it happened. He went on explaining about his part of story and I was really not convinced. Then I said &quot;I want you to be little more responsible Aditya and I&#39;m not convinced with the reasons. Everytime you end up breaking something like this and the answers are not convincing. You need to be little more careful in taking care of your things, now I&#39;ll give you 5 mins for you to think about it and tell me how it happened &quot; I really wanted him to understand the aspect of taking good care of his things.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After few minutes he came back to me and said &quot;Appa I think I found why it happened...!&quot; I was very glad that he realized this. He continued and said....&quot;Gravity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....Appa! I wouldn&#39;t have dropped the pencil box but for the Gravity. I think God created Gravity and he is at fault&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was speachless....(yet another time). My anger started to fade and I gave him a tigggghhht hug.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/feeds/7791230841668371984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36334461/7791230841668371984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/7791230841668371984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/7791230841668371984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/2009/07/blame-gravity.html' title='Blame the Gravity'/><author><name>Coach Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05123004238832915282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36334461.post-5839929027999266412</id><published>2009-06-28T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T07:15:53.496-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Escape"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="home"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Little Boy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="monster"/><title type='text'>Escape from Sobibor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/8/86/Escape_From_Sobibor.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352432686938075698&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY10rBQZOYv9fE7-qt6J8QjyJAM-tfvvka1X8zhB0KWrxq9Iny9TaHnusNjVVGJwZTyJnLh_lOZraNTpXRsYJoXjDU-ZrkwWsNVXfmC5o16t018bJmvT9DhBVaEVxPgtPbHP4Ycg/s320/shrekpussy.jpg&quot; style=&quot;float: left; height: 151px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 211px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time 2.00 PM 27-Jul-2009 : &lt;/strong&gt;We visited one of our friend&#39;s home and I had to go out with him to fix a damage in my Car. Dad, Meera, Aditya and Anjali had to stay back @ my friends home, and as an incentive (usual... :)) I had to order for Pizza&#39;s from Pizza Hut. Aditya loves visiting his home because he gets unrestricted access to his laptop to play NFS (and he loves cars....any game that is fast....adventures....). He plays NFS like no one else...even the inventor of the game doesn&#39;t play like this, even the NFS champ of the world can&#39;t compete with him. You know why??? he always goes in the opposite direction :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Anyways - My friend is a hero for Aditya because of this freedom. At home this doesn&#39;t happen. There is time for everything and a lot of restrictions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time 5.00 PM : &lt;/strong&gt;We returned back and it was time to go home. My friend said that he wanted to visit one of his cousins place to stay over that night. Aditya jumped up and said &quot;Uncle can I come with you today?&quot;. We were extremely surprised by the fact that Aditya wanted to go out with someone else to stay over (he has never asked us before). But the motivations were very clear. He was looking for freedom...... freedom from me...freedom from his mom....freedom from Sundu Thatha...and freedom from last but not the least - his &quot;little monster&quot; sister!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;The kind of expression that he gave was awesome....(remember the &lt;strong&gt;puss in Boots &lt;/strong&gt;in Shrek) Meera and I were dumbstruck to see that he was terribly excited about the basic fact of going and staying with my friend. He was looking at us for an approval..... and decided that he will accept only a &quot;Yes&quot; and nothing else from us. We finally said &quot;Ok&quot; and there was celebration for some time. We even said &quot;Aditya we might go to McDonalds tonight....&quot; he promptly replied and said &quot;Its Ok Pa....I&#39;m fine with that&quot; Wow....unbelievable, whats going on...my son says Ok to miss McDonalds. Meera was very happy that she can have some peaceful time at home (see sometimes it&#39;s required...I don&#39;t know how many times she says this whenever I go out...). She had so many plans....&quot;Kannan take Anjali out for a walk and I want to sit and watch some TV today....its going to be very long since I got a chance like this...&quot; I was anyhow prepared for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I called Aditya and asked him to behave nicely. Gave all kind of advises that my Dad gave me when I left home to stay in a hostel in Coimbatore way back in 1989. Suddenly I realized that I was overdoing this and said to myself that &quot;Kannan...relax its only for a night...&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time 8.00 PM : &lt;/strong&gt;Meera was getting little restless....she said &quot;I think I&#39;m missing Aditya.....and do not know what he is doing there&quot;. She called my friend and the call was picked by a sweet voice...yes it was Aditya in the other end. Meera thought that Aditya would be missing her and would want to come back and there was another shock...when he said &quot;Mom! we are having a little party here....I&#39;m having Mushroom Soup and have ordered for a Cheese Uttappa....&quot; (I promise that I&#39;ll write a lot about the love Cheese has over Aditya :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time 9.00 AM 28-Jun-2009 :&lt;/strong&gt; We called Aditya (chose to call him at 9.00 expecting that he would be getting up late on a Sunday morning) we were pleasenly surprised to hear his very jubiliant voice (he was certainly playing some game in the computer or watching television). Meera was again disappointed to note that Aditya did not miss us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time 2.00 PM : &lt;/strong&gt;The door bell rang and we all rushed to receive Aditya...Anjali was running ahead of me...and screaming &quot;Aditya anna vanduttan&quot; (Aditya has arrived). Meera opened the door and Aditya was standing there quite giving a bright grin. She went and hugged him (see they were meeting after 12 long hours). It felt as if Aditya was returning home after 4 years of hostel life. I was standing behind and he came and hugged me too. Then he said....&quot;you know what Appa...both the uncles were very kind&quot; (all of us know the reasons...) they took care of me very well, it was fun to be staying with them&quot;... &quot;I missed you all (a very little)&quot;... &quot;I did not get enough time to play all the games&quot; &quot;My eyes have not reddened and i&#39;m perfectly fine&quot; &quot;I did not trouble them&quot; etc., etc., etc., and also said &quot;Appa...can I go their house every week?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; As very responsible parents we think we are doing the best for our child ...by those little conditions...restrictions...for their wellness. But what does the child think?....only they can tell....for me the experience he had was like an &quot;&lt;strong&gt;Escape from Sobibor&lt;/strong&gt;&quot; not permanantly but atleast for a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/feeds/5839929027999266412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36334461/5839929027999266412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/5839929027999266412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/5839929027999266412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/2009/06/escape-from-sobibor.html' title='Escape from Sobibor'/><author><name>Coach Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05123004238832915282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY10rBQZOYv9fE7-qt6J8QjyJAM-tfvvka1X8zhB0KWrxq9Iny9TaHnusNjVVGJwZTyJnLh_lOZraNTpXRsYJoXjDU-ZrkwWsNVXfmC5o16t018bJmvT9DhBVaEVxPgtPbHP4Ycg/s72-c/shrekpussy.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36334461.post-8250841979995951596</id><published>2009-06-23T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:04:53.141-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Abortion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="advertisements"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids"/><title type='text'>i-Pill and Kids</title><content type='html'>On the other day my 7 year old Aditya (very sentimental at times) was watching television in the front room and I was busy in my work. Suddenly he came running inside and asked &#39;Appa I saw an add for a medicine called &#39;i-Pill&#39; (its a female contraceptive sold in India) and I was wondering how can mothers be so wicked to kill (abort) their baby inside their stomach by eating this tablet?????&#39; I was spell bound for a minute. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was very upset after that. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does anyone have an answer for this question? I don&#39;t have one :(&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt really sorry about the fact that the advertisements with such strong message can disturb the children so much.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Are the ad makers listening?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/feeds/8250841979995951596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36334461/8250841979995951596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/8250841979995951596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/8250841979995951596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-pill-and-kids.html' title='i-Pill and Kids'/><author><name>Coach Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05123004238832915282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36334461.post-3153202718298024796</id><published>2009-06-23T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:52:09.396-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God Bless You"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Little Boy"/><title type='text'>GoBechYou!!!!!</title><content type='html'>My son often gets lost in his thought process and that has put him (us too) in trouble many times. We always have to remind him that he should stop thinking and move on. Today morning he was sitting in the &#39;thinking pot&#39; :)....guess what!! and you are right.....and as usual &#39;lost&#39; in his thought process. I was standing next to him and harvesting the last night&#39;s growth (i meant shaving... :)) then suddenly he &#39;sneezed&#39;. Immediately I said &#39;GoBechU&#39; (@ our home we used to say this whenever kids sneeze and that has over a period of time become a standard word uttered whenever anybody sneezes anywhere, even in the New york city ha...ha...) I was expecting a &#39;thank you appa&#39; as a reply from him and he dint say anything (he was thinking!!!). After a while I continued and said &#39;Aditya you should always thank others when they say &#39;&lt;b&gt;God Bless you!&lt;/b&gt;&#39; whenever you sneeze. He came back to normal (while still thinking about something....) after few seconds and said very reluctantly a &#39;&lt;b&gt;Ok&lt;/b&gt;&#39;. I continued and said &#39;Well! lets do this again....I&#39;m going to say &lt;b&gt;GoBechU &lt;/b&gt;and I wanted you to say &#39;Thank you&#39; and said &#39;&lt;b&gt;GoBechU&lt;/b&gt;&#39; this time even louder. To my surprise (I thought I expected this) Aditya kept quite and started looking me as if nothing happened. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My temperment rose a little bit and asked&lt;b&gt; &#39;How can you not say &#39;thank you&#39; when I said &#39;GoBechU&#39; even after that little lecture from me?&#39; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;He took a pause and quitely said &lt;b&gt;&#39;I did not sneeze this time&#39;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;Oh! GoBechMe!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/feeds/3153202718298024796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36334461/3153202718298024796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/3153202718298024796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/3153202718298024796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/2009/06/gobechu.html' title='GoBechYou!!!!!'/><author><name>Coach Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05123004238832915282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36334461.post-6153160355278171154</id><published>2008-09-26T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:22:26.970-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Diapers"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Little Boy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Trains"/><title type='text'>Why SIEMENS is better than WIPRO</title><content type='html'>When I woke up my son Aditya on a Saturday morning he started the day with a question &quot;Appa! do you know why Siemens is better than Wipro&quot; (These questions are nothing new to me). Puzzled (and excited because I knew the answer!!) I started giving definitions like &quot;Siemens is a very large corporate, global company, lacs of employees, billions of revenue, diversified industry etc.,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He patiently listened and said &quot;No....Appa&quot;&lt;br /&gt;I was really worried about my ability to answer a very simple question.&lt;br /&gt;after a brief pause he continued....&quot;Appa! those are not the real reasons..........The real reason is because Siemens makes lots of Trains (Earlier last year he had seen lot of Siemens made trains in Switzerland), that two Zurich Trains.....that two DOUBLE DECKER trains........but...but....Wipro makes only &quot;DIAPERS&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;I slowly started fainting.....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/feeds/6153160355278171154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36334461/6153160355278171154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/6153160355278171154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/6153160355278171154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-siemens-is-better-than-wipro.html' title='Why SIEMENS is better than WIPRO'/><author><name>Coach Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05123004238832915282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36334461.post-4556998384497831403</id><published>2008-09-26T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:40:30.002-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Gesture"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Honesty"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Little Boy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moral of the Story"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sudha Murthy"/><title type='text'>Moral of the Story</title><content type='html'>Date: 25-Sep-2008&lt;br /&gt;
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I was loudly reading one of the stories written by &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Sudha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;Murthy&lt;/span&gt; to my seven year old son. The story goes like this,&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Sudha&lt;/span&gt; surprised to find a tribal boy named &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;Hanumanthappa&lt;/span&gt; whose father earns less Rs. 40/- a day to have topped 8&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; in a state level examination and wanted to help him. &amp;nbsp;She had sent a letter to the boy asking him to come and meet her. She also sends some money to him so that he could visit her foundation wearing new clothes. The boy later shows at her office and after a little hesitation expresses his interests to join a nearby college and wanted &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;Sudha&lt;/span&gt; to fund his education for approx Rs. 300/- a month. &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;Sudha&lt;/span&gt; promptly sends him money for the next 6 months. To her surprise at the end of 6 months she &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;recieves&lt;/span&gt; a cover with some &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;currencies&lt;/span&gt; along with a letter. The boy had mentioned that he did not spend Rs. 600/- as for the last two months the college did not operate. &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;Sudha&lt;/span&gt; was touched by this gesture and closes the story by saying that &quot;honesty doesn&#39;t come from the rank, power or money but &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot;&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; from the heart&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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At the end of the story I&#39;d asked my son whether he understood the storyline and asked him to tell the moral of the story.  I was &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_11&quot;&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; expecting him to talk about helping the poor and needy or on the aspect of simple expectations from the poor little boy and or about the honesty part.&lt;br /&gt;
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My son looked through my eyes and said &quot;&lt;b&gt;Yes! I understood the story and in my understanding there where 5 letters exchanged between &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_12&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sudha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; and &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_13&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hanumanthappa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Moral of the Story: &lt;/b&gt; &quot;Though he behaves like an adult many times I&#39;ve realized that my son is still a little boy&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/feeds/4556998384497831403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/36334461/4556998384497831403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/4556998384497831403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36334461/posts/default/4556998384497831403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsallaboutaditya.blogspot.com/2008/09/moral-of-story.html' title='Moral of the Story'/><author><name>Coach Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05123004238832915282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36334461.post-8414637850293663338</id><published>2008-08-19T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T20:52:54.497-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Little Boy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wedding Plan"/><title type='text'>Aditya&#39;s Wedding Plans</title><content type='html'>Date - 15-Aug-2008&lt;br /&gt;
Aditya&#39;s Age - 6 years and 11 months&lt;br /&gt;
Place - Singapore&lt;br /&gt;
Location - I was walking with Aditya towards my friends Home from Boon Lay MRT&lt;br /&gt;
What Happened?&lt;br /&gt;
Aditya: &quot;Appa I have decided something very important?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Me: &quot;Did you decide? What is this all about?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Aditya: &quot;I&#39;m not going to get married very soon!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Me: &quot;Whaaaaaaaat!!!!&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Stunned by this statement...i stopped walking and looked at him, he was very determined and confident about what he spoke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Me: &quot;Why Aditya! Why did you decided something like this?&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Aditya: &quot;I want to work for loong time, I want to visit various countries including Egypt, do some business and make lots of money!&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;this was getting serious - i pinched my hand and wanted to understand whether this is coming from my &quot;soon becoming 7 years old sons mouth&quot; - He was right he really stunned me his wedding plans, this was really happening.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Me: &quot;What happens if you really like someone Aditya - will you get married&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Aditya: thought for a while and &quot;Yes Appa, may be I&#39;ll consider marrying then&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Moral of the Story:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Never discuss important matters when children are around particularly the active ones with their Antenna&#39;s open in every direction. He was actually overhearing my conversation with one of my friends couple of days ago when I was giving some advice on getting married at the age of 29. I&#39;m going to be careful from now on!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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