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&lt;br /&gt;
I agreed with him and immediately said -"Papa, like the song Sheela Ki Jawaani, right!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611987425988051468-3211463673323203715?l=keshavmohta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I am always Ram and then I get to tell who will become what. This is because I have started this game. So usually Purab becomes Ravan, Ved becomes Kumbhkaran, Suhani becomes Sita, Roan becomes Hanuman and Siddhant becomes Lakshman.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Adya does not play the game. She is very lazy and just sits and watches us play.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
First Hanuman and his helpers make the bridge to Lanka. And then they shout - "the bridge is made, the bridge is made."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then Ram, Lakshman, Hanuman and helpers cross over into Lanka and fight with Ravan and Kumbhkaran. In the end Ram and Lakshman win.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
PS: Papa has not figured out if this is true or a story. I think he will ask Ved to check.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
As soon as the break-time happens I immediately run out of the class to meet my friends. I sometimes go to Prep I A to meet Jash or Abhiroop or go to Prep I C to meet some other people. Sometimes I go to Playschool A to meet Eeshanika. Sometimes Nano-Mika come down to the 1st floor to meet me also.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes my friends also come to meet me in my class.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I then told Papa that the teacher calls Ved as 1st Naughty and Purab as 2nd Naughty. At this point Papa figured that I was giving him a story and immediately caught me on it. I had to accept that the teacher does not call us by any of these names. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But what I told about my going out of the class to meet my friends is true. Also, the teacher tells Ved that he will not go to Prep II but will be sent back to Playschool. That is also true.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I also told him that there was another boy who had gotten Mango Blueberry Beans. When Papa asked me who this boy was, I realised that I did not know this boy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly, as I was getting out of bed, I realised that it was Sunday morning. I said - "Papa, but I did not go to school today!!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Papa said - "Yes beta. You were probably dreaming!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611987425988051468-4659339685112755441?l=keshavmohta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
When she asked about my house, I told her that in my house me and my babies will live. I also told her that there will be one more special person who will live in my house.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
By then Mummy had come there as well. She asked me who this special person will be. I told her that the name of the special person starts with S. She immediately jumped up and said - "Surabhi!!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Then I had to tell here that the name of the special person starts with S and ends with I. Again she jumped up and said "Surabhi!!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had to then tell her that it is some other person and not her. She was heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I then also told them that S will go to office with me everyday, till I have babies. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Also, Reena Maasi will stay with us to take care of the babies and Arjun Bhaiya will cook food for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611987425988051468-180164695914372170?l=keshavmohta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
The library is in a room inside the house of some family. While we were sitting in the library and looking at the different things that we could take home with us, the Aunty in whose house the library was, was in the kitchen. She was making ghee out of butter and the whole thing was giving out a very very strong smell. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even while I was busy, the smell started getting into my nose. From my nose the smell went to my brain and got settled. My brain did not like the smell and so decided to throw it out, resulting in me puking badly in the aunty's house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611987425988051468-5441241620019375856?l=keshavmohta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
My Mummy and Papa had gone for a party to my friend Ved's house. Not only did they not take me, but Ved's parents also sent him to his Nani's house as it was a party for Mummy-Papas only. Poor Ved. He was so shocked when I told him this that he immediately went to his Mom and asked - "Mummy - you are having a party at home and that is why you are sending me to Nani's place?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anyways, Mummy-Papa came back very late from the party. In between, I woke up a few times to check on them but found everytime that they had not come back. Once I even went all the way to their room and when I saw they hadn't yet returned, I started crying loudly. Then Masi had to put me back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I woke up again in the morning (7 am), I wanted to check if they had come back or were still partying. So again I went to their room and checked. They were there!!! Wow!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Papa was just coming out of the room to cuddle with me and sleep in my room. When he saw me there he took me into his room with him. I cuddled between the two of them and kept bugging them for the next one hour or so till I managed to wake both of them :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Happy New Year!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611987425988051468-4824335887961184306?l=keshavmohta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Something new i learnt - &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Blue Blue&lt;br /&gt;
God Bless You,&lt;br /&gt;
Tell your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;
I love you."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Needless to say, Suhani was very happy about this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611987425988051468-8297665609707634321?l=keshavmohta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Yesterday, I had told his Mummy - Chaitali Aunty - that I was going to come over to their house today evening for dinner. I had even told her that I wanted to eat cheese dosa. Of course Ved knew about all this as we had discussed it together.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Today, I got a bit late coming back from Honeybees. Also, after I came, I met Papa downstairs in the parking lot. When I told him that I wanted to go straight to Ved's house to play and have dinner. But Papa being Papa, he insisted that I come upstairs once and then go.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So of course I got a bit late.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the meanwhile Ved was getting very impatient. When Chaitali Aunty asked him what happened to me, he said - "Keshav must have gone to Suhani's house. That's why he has not come!!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How funny he is, isn't he?.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611987425988051468-2919540663707028873?l=keshavmohta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
When I asked Papa if I could play with his iPad, he told me that I could but after I had finished my milk and done potty. I drank my milk without any fuss or drama. I did potty without being told twice and did not scream or shout at all while doing potty.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I went to play with the iPad, Masi told me that I should brush my teeth first. I went and brushed my teeth as well as did my gargling without any &amp;nbsp;fighting, shouting or crying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I again went to play with the iPad, Mummy told me that I had to finish my worksheets. I wanted to play with the iPad but Mummy requested that I sit with her and finish my worksheets first as she could then get busy with her other work. Once again, I went and sat down with her to finish my worksheets without so much of a fuss.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Papa went out in the meanwhile to get some vegetables and other things that Mummy had asked him to get. He called asking which sweets I wanted. I told him I want Badam ki Katli, Gulab Jamun, Motipaak and Sandesh. He said I should not be too greedy like a Greedy Poo and I would get any one sweet. So then I settled for Badam ki Katli which is my big big favourite.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After some time when Papa came back, he told me he had some surprises for me. He said that since I had been very very good all morning, I deserved some special surprise. He asked me to guess the surprise and after some tries I figured out that alongwith Badam ki Katli, he had also got Motipaak. Yum yum...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What I didn't know that he had also got some kachori-subzi - again a big big favourite of mine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
WOWOWOWOW....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611987425988051468-1406103009288158375?l=keshavmohta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Same happened this morning.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I&amp;nbsp;lay in Papa's lap, Papa told me - "Keshav - When you were small, you used to fit easily in my lap. Now you have become so big, you don't even fit in my lap!!"&lt;br /&gt;
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I replied - "Papa, that has to happen as i grow bigger. Tell me, do you fit in your Papa's lap???"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611987425988051468-2125424572229817297?l=keshavmohta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I have three buttons - One is to speak. When I press that then I start to talk. The second button is that of pause. When I press that then I only speak with my mouth closed. And then is the third button which says no speak. When I press that button then I do not speak and remain totally quiet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611987425988051468-2543315514683625740?l=keshavmohta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Today as I was playing the plane landing game on Papa's ipad, on my way back from Kolkata to Mumbai, I had an idea. I told Papa to make a video game for me which I could play on the ipad. It would be exactly like the plane landing game but it would have aeroplanes which would fly must faster and land much faster. These planes would also have names painted on them like&amp;nbsp;Jet Airways, Jet Konnect, Jet Lite and other names.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611987425988051468-6536406836450685812?l=keshavmohta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
So when I got the drawing back from school, there were six people in the family: Mummy, Papa, Keshav, Parth (my little brother), Suhani and Sanikka (Suhani's baby sister).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611987425988051468-827843780551494162?l=keshavmohta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In the evening, I was telling Mummy how Suhani must have worn her sari. When Papa came home, Mummy told him about my acting.&lt;br /&gt;
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Papa: "Keshav - please show me also how Suhani wore her sari."&lt;br /&gt;
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Keshav: "Papa, I cannot show it to you."&lt;br /&gt;
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Papa: "Why Keshav? Why can you not show it to me?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Keshav: "Papa, I cannot show it to you because you will get SHOCKED."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611987425988051468-4874114469425463793?l=keshavmohta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This year, we are going to dance on a song about Holi. We will carry Water-guns (though there will be no water in them) and colours, etc. In my performance there will be 5 girls and 5 boys and we will form dance partners and dance. The teacher also showed us the dance steps today. It sounds like a lot of fun and I am looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of the 5 partners, I remember 4 - Keshav and Adya, Jeet and Suhani, Akshit and Nishika, and Ved and Avni. Now the teacher know how good friends Suhani and I are. Still she did not make us partners. Infect, she called up Mummy in the evening and even told her that she knows that Suhani and I are very find of each other. Still she did make make Suhani and Me partners. I am quite upset with her for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611987425988051468-8748431312759637582?l=keshavmohta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Only the big children will come to school that day. And ofcourse, the teachers will also come.&lt;br /&gt;
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And we will have one big party that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611987425988051468-520414473406872058?l=keshavmohta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I made a small TV screen and put it up so that I could see the race as well. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And there were two computers, one big and one small, which were showing which car is racing well and which car is not racing well. There were also some narrators who were also cars. They were telling which car is winning and which car is driving well and which car is not driving well. They were discussing everything so that the children could know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611987425988051468-2967594692240170313?l=keshavmohta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Both agree that I am a Mumbai boy for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Couple of days ago, as we were having dinner, they started arguing about this again. They do not understand that it does not matter. So then, having come under a lot of pressure to take sides, I finally admitted that I am a Calcutta boy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Papa was delighted and started laughing. Mummy however, was very sad and started sulking :(&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To make Mummy happy, I went to her and told her in her ear that I am a Delhi boy also. She got very happy. I know how to make her happy. I know how to make both of them happy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I told her not to tell Papa, but she could not resist and promptly told him and tried to gloat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At which point they both looked at me and said - "Keshav - you politician!!!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611987425988051468-986471768094315156?l=keshavmohta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
From that day on, I only sit with the girls in my class and become friends with them. So far i hae become friends with Suhani, Preesha, Anika, Sai Sampada, Saanika, Shruti, and so on. If one of them is absent then I sit with another of the girls with whom I want to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So now, all the boys in my class are my boyfriends and all the girls are my girlfriends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611987425988051468-3280952085148760801?l=keshavmohta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Like earlier this evening, Mummy came out of the shower and asked me -"Keshav - can you see any red red here on my forehead?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Keshav - "Arre... What is this red red you are talking about? I don't understand. Are you talking about the sindoor?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mummy - "Arre... How do you know about sindoor?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Keshav - "I know it."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mummy (astonished) - "Acchha.. Do you know why I wear this sindoor?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Keshav - "I know everything... It's because Papa likes it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611987425988051468-5589085354955330050?l=keshavmohta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I had mentioned about her to mummy and papa. True to their nature, they started asking me 1001 questions about her and what we did. They do not understand that we have so many things to do in school that there is very little time left. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They started making fun of me. In the morning if i would not drink my milk, they would tell me to drink fast or else someone else would stand with Suhani in the assembly. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To satisfy their curiousity i started telling them some story or the other.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The other day, it was Suhani's turn to be the star child. When the teacher asked us her qulities, I said that she s pretty. Ved also said she is pretty (grrrrr....). Teacher said she colours nicely. And so on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I told this to mummy-papa, they started asking me when I was going to become the star child. How do I make them understand that the teacher decides who becomes star child and when and that my turn has not yet come.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I did not want to disappoint them. So the next day i told them that I became the star child. As for my qualities - I made pretty into handsome, colours well, smiles always, and so on. For once mummy even asked me - "Keshav - are you sure? Did you really become the star child or are you telling us stories?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course I was telling them stories. But I did not want to disappoint them so I insisted that I had become the star child. Papa, always the suspicious one, even told her to check with the teacher in the Open House.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dutifully, Mummy asked the teacher about Suhani and me in the Open House. Ufff... If only she had not listened to Papa. The teacher promptly told her that Keshav has not yet been made star child as his turn had not yet come. She also told mummy that I mentioned to her about how Suhani had come to my house and we had a great time together. She also told Mummy that if Suhani is thirsty, Keshav wants to drink water. If she has to go to the washroom, Keshav has to go also. Now who is telling stories!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And mummy.. She promptly called up Papa and told him. Now Papa will really trouble me anne he gets home. I have had it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Only saving grace is.. Tomorrow morning - Suhana safar aur ye mausam hasin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611987425988051468-5027906067837611008?l=keshavmohta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly Mummy goes - "Keshav - You look like your Papa. Why do you look like your Papa? Why don't you look like me?"&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought for a bit. This question had been chasing me for a while now. And then I said - "Because God made me so. He he..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1611987425988051468-6024429543367256490?l=keshavmohta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Me: "Mummy, you haven't locked the house. Some thief could come and steal from our house? You should lock it."&lt;br /&gt;
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Papa: "Keshav, but Arjun Bhaiya and Masi are at home only. And I am also not going to Delhi. So I will also be there. So there is no problem."&lt;br /&gt;
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