What’s in a name? Apparently a lot!
January 24, 2008
They say my name is Krishiv Jani but rarely have I heard anyone calling me by that name. Let me type down the names addressed to me:
Mummy: Keechi (Krishi made to Keechi. I get confused between keechi and kissy)
Papa: Gundoo (derived from gunda [mafia])
Dadaji: Sethji (Well, he belives I am the legal owner of all his property and hence sethji)
Dadima: Kichu-baba, shon-baba, heer-baba, daimond-baba! (Woman are obsessed with jewellery and so is dadima!)
Nanaji: Shona (sona)
Naniji: Sonu, sonputtraaa…. (She calls everyone she loves sonu. It just says how much she loves me!)
Bade Maamu: Kichi baba (Krishiv – Krishi – Krichi – finally kichi)
Maami: Krishiv (She seems to know my name best)
Chotte maamu: Kichi baba (Same explaination)
Badi bua: Dugal, bubble, chikle (She is pagal! lolz)
KJ (chotti bua) : Shonkala, monkala, sevpuri, pani-puri, shonnaaa, chonnnaaa, monaaa, …. (Phew! No comments)
Here I meet my friends!
January 17, 2008It’s been eight months that I have landed on this earth and I hadn’t met my friends until recently. Every morning, Nanda, our housemaid, takes me for an outing and thats when I see these little boys playing cricket.
They throw away their bat and ball and come running towards me. They are great fun to be with. They watch my every move. They make me feel special. They do funny acts to make me laugh. They forget they are kids themselves when they meet me.
Let me introduce them to you. Not that I know all of them but let me try. Tushar, Tejas and Piyush are the only guys I know. God , when will I get to play cricket with them???
All for a hot bod like Hrithik’s!
January 1, 2008Toys, toys and toys! I have so many of them and to play with them, I need stamina. This problem is solved too. I have a moving gym with me. While I have learned to attend nature’s call in my poty pot, I exercise in the meanwhile.
The top bar helps me build my biceps. The three ducks stuck there are good for arm exercise. The side bars make my thighs stronger. And most important of
all, it keeps me engrossed. In all, it’s a good package.
My mom wants me to have a body like Hrithik Roshan. Mum, I have started working on my body. Let me grow up. I will have a sexier physic than him.
Dhoom machale!
January 1, 2008I love my nanaji. He was the only one to remember children’s day. He sent a stylish blue colour bicycle for me, which is as good as a bike. Unfortunately though, I have not grown up enough to be riding the bicyle so comfortably. I am just seven months old. (They are expecting too much out of me) But never mind, I am still the proud owner of my third vehicle and have found an innovative way to ride my new bike. Thank you nanaji! muuaaaah!
Date: November 14, 2007




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