Saturday, July 23, 2011
Ayaan, at this tender age, despite being known for his playful nature, has been very caring for his darling sister. He has, at most times, helped his mom with all the things where she would need some help. He hates seeing her sister cry for anything. As a father, anyone would only ask and pray for this to go on, forever...
Monday, March 1, 2010
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Then, towards the last part of year 2008, we went to Lucknow and Kanpur which was again a wonderful vacation for Ayaan. Finally, in December, my parents visited us while my brother also moved to Pune. Ayaan was very happy for now he could visit his cousin's place, frequently. Year 2009 started off nicely for us, as my parents were here and we were busy helping Ayaan's cousin Aafiya settle down at Pune.
At school, Ayaan completed his first year and was promoted to LKG from Nursery. We got to attend the Annual Day celebration where Ayaan participated in a Dance sequence. He looked jazzy and funky with gelled hair and fluorescent orange T-shirt. ;-)
Another event at his school that I attended recently was "Breakfast with Fathers". Sounds unfamiliar? Yes, it did give me a similar thought but it proved to be a good idea. Coincidentally, I had a team picnic planned for the same day but I skipped it in favour of this new but important event. So, I was there with Ayaan at his school to figure out what this event was...
At the school, most other children were accompanied by their respective fathers. The teachers had arranged some activities for us (fathers) and they were - Sing-a-song, dress up your child using newspaper, musical chairs, My Daddy strongest and Best looking Dad. Fortunately for me, the last two events didn't happen, especially the "Muscular Dad" event. Besides all this, we got to eat pizzas that were prepared by all those little hands with tiny fingers garnishing the pizza base with a variety of toppings. I would say: it was a good event targeted at enhancing Father-Kid bonding. If I missed a team bonding activity at work, this was a fair compensation for me when the Father-Son duo had a field day.
By the way, if you're curious about the song that I could sing at the event, let me tell you it was difficult to remember a song for the occasion. Since the Indian Independence day was round the corner, so "Nanha Munna raahi hun...” saved me from the embarrassment.
The Special Day
This birthday was the first one when Ayaan really knew what it meant. He was looking forward to it. We got the first birthday wish on SMS from Aftab. In the morning, Ayaan's mom had to leave for work and he had to stay at home with me. As it was a Saturday, so I was supposed to be at home. We had a good time at home and then we went out to order his cake and make arrangements for a small party, too. He already knew who he was going to invite for the party. His list happened to be very small and it included Aafiya and her parents, Vishy and Vardaan. Of course, we took the liberty of inviting our neighbours and some family friends, too.
Ayaan was too happy to receive the gifts and have his choicest people at his birthday party. And the excitement was such that he didn't want to sleep early, like every birthday kid does :-)
That's was a short write-up that I could put together quickly. And this is just another birthday present for Ayaan. May God bless him with the best in life!
Saturday, September 5, 2009
On his birthday, I wish him all that a father could wish for his son.
Recently, I found a poem which describes the best what any father would like his son to learn in life. This poem is actually a letter from a great leader of his time to his son's teacher. Let me share this lovely poem here...
He will have to learn, I know, that all men are not just, all men are not true.
But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero;
that for every selfish Politician, there is a dedicated leader...
Teach him for every enemy there is a friend,
It will take time, I know; but teach him if you can,
that a dollar earned is of far more value than five found...
Teach him to learn to lose...and also to enjoy winning.
Steer him away from envy, if you can, teach him the secret of quiet laughter.
Let him learn early that the bullies are the easiest to lick...
Teach him, if you can, the wonder of books...
But also give him quiet time to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun, and the flowers on a green hillside.
In the school, teach him: it is far honourable to fail than to cheat...
Teach him to have faith in his own ideas, even if everyone tells him they are wrong...
Teach him to be gentle with gentle people, and tough with the tough.
Try to give my son - strength not to follow the crowd when everyone is getting on the band wagon...
Teach him to listen to all men...
but teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth,
and take only the good that comes through.
Teach him if u can, how to laugh when he is sad...
Teach him there is no shame in tears,
Teach him to scoff at cynics and to beware of too much sweetness...
Teach him to sell his brawn and brain to the highest bidders
but never to put a price-tag on his heart and soul.
Teach him to close his ears to a howling mob
and to stand and fight if he thinks he's right.
Treat him gently, but do not cuddle him,
because only the test of fire makes fine steel.
Let him have the courage to be impatient...
let him have the patience to be brave.
Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself,
because then he will have sublime faith in mankind.
This is a big order, but see what you can do...
He is such a fine fellow, my son!
~ Abraham Lincoln
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AYAAN !
Sunday, February 1, 2009
At home, we had put up a canvas for him to paint and scribble which he loves to. He started from that canvas and didn’t stop anywhere. The moment he gets a pen, pencil, marker or a crayon, he uses it on the nearest wall available. Well, in the beginning, I used to get irritated with this but now I have got used to it. Just that I keep trying to stop him and redirect his efforts to drawing sheets and scribbling pads.
Ayaan’s first Bicycle
On his second Birthday, Ayaan got his favorite gift from his “Daddy”. That’s not me… but my elder brother. We got him a bicycle but it seems big for him at the moment. He likes to ride it only when there’s someone to give him a push all along. Another interesting observation is that he likes to research on the bike more than riding it. Most of the time, he is busy playing with the wheels and spokes. All his cars and other toys have also met the same fate. After a day or two, he is only interested in knowing about what’s inside the toy and how does it run.
Left or Right
Ayaan hasn’t decided whether he’s going to be southpaw or a right hander. The day when his mom or I claim that he’s going to be this, he proves us wrong by adopting the other hand, next time. At the moment, he is ambidextrous.
Playing it safe
Looking at Ayaan I keep wondering if it is only about him or all the children of this century. They love to play it safe. Ayaan doesn’t take any chances while jumping or climbing the bed. He holds on tight if someone carries him over or when he goes for a motorbike ride.
First day at School
It was June 17, 2008 when we took Ayaan to his school for the first time. He was happy until we reached the school because he loves to go out with us. When I dropped him and his mom at the school, he wasn’t very happy but he managed to stay calm as he was accompanied by his mom. Like most other kids, he made a lot of fuss when he saw his mom disappearing from the scene. This reminded me of my first day at school which I still remember. somehow... :)
Monday, September 3, 2007
It's not a coincidence but the inability to find quality time to record my feelings and observations as a father that this post is coming exactly after an year. The last time I posted something on this blog was when it was Ayaan's first Birthday. I think I must be a little more frequent on this blog.
Today, I an trying to recall the day when Ayaan turned and rolled on bed for the first time, the day when he first crawled, the day he started moving on his knees and the day he stood up and took those first few beautiful steps.
From milk and water, he has moved to chocolates, wafers and juices. From teething rings and rattles, he has moved to toy cars and tricyles. Things are moving really fast...
He has begun to express his liking or dislike for food, clothes, toys and people. Even at this tender age, he looks for answers beyond one's words. He tries to analyse the moods and intentions of people communicating with him.
We all believe that kids are a bundle of joy but it can be otherwise, when you see them in pain. I remember the day when Ayaan got hurt with a piece of broken glass jar. I also remember the days and nights when he has cried for hours because of a stomachache, toothache or blocked nose. As parents, we become so helpless waiting for the sunrise - to see a doctor, trying some home remedies and helping the child forget the pain. All parents go through this but we realise this for our parents only when we face it. It's a blessing that somehow, at some point of time, we realize this...
On the other side, it's a wonderful feeling to have your kid welcoming you when you are reach home from office. For me, it's worth the day's work and another reason to thank Almighty.
With a lot of wonderful memories, I thank God for giving me this happiness and look forward to a wonderful birthday for my son - Ayaan.
Happy Birthday, Son!!!
Yesterday, which is on September 5, 2006, Ayaan turned 1 year old. He can stand and walk a few steps on his own. He has got 8 teeth and bites fingers real hard. He speaks his own language and understands some of ours too. Like most kids, he seeks people's attention wherever he goes and he really gets their attention and affection.
Happy Birthday, Ayaan !!
(posted by Qais Mujeeb @ Wednesday, September 06, 2006 on the original blog)