Episode 2 The First Look...

             Tell me, when you’re desperate to meet somebody, how long can you wait? A day? Two? A week? Well, in my case I had to wait for 20 days. To get that first look, I waited patiently for 20 days. First look of my nephew Arav Sharma. My bro’s son. And do I even have to mention how priceless was the moment when I took him in my arms for the very first time. Ohhh boyy. He was so small. When I say that, he was really small. Ofcourse I know how small 3 week-old babies are. But, when my bro shared the first photograph of his, I anticipated him to be, you know, assumed him a little big. But, oh wow..!! 

First pic of Arav i've seen...

He was not even opening his eyes, was sleeping most of the time, yes the moment was blissful when I could feel his soft arms, tiny hands and the best part, his sweet little feet. I, so love kissing the little feet of one month-old babies, rub them with my hands and feel them. Man, Arav I already miss you so much. 

Actually, I was supposed to do this writing part like 6 weeks ago when I was holidaying in Hyderabad. And as I dint do it then, recollecting them and sharing them now in my blog is hurt-some. For, I miss all of it so much.  Yet, happy that I’m sharing them here. 

I was in Karimnagar, home town of my Vadina and ofcourse birthplace of Arav, for Arav’s Cradle ceremony. It was a big day for all of us, obvious for my bro and vadina, but then, as on my part, I’d be meeting many people after a year-and-a-half. The exciting part and ofcourse the happiest, were the praises showered on me. Almost every single person I met, couldn’t help noticing and saying the same ‘how skinny I became’. Frankly I dint notice it until I was checking out my photographs from the previous year to then. The best of the compliments came from my uncle, who said this to my Sister that she wouldn’t notice me, implying how much I’ve changed by appearance. Can I ask for anything more? Ahahahaha.

                 Even out of so much crowd in the ceremony, amongst all the joyous faces, I couldn’t help but to miss three most important people of my life. My Sis, Baavagaaru and Sonu. I was wondering how happy would I be, my bro be with their presence! Sonu would be running around, playing and never getting tired of it. Nevertheless, that’s all a part of the game. 

Just after two days of my arrival, I could actually have a first look at one of my buddy boy. Hari Krishna already made plan for the first meeting that we should go have our breakfast. Me, the then skinny guy, cautious of calories, work outs or what-so-ever it was, took stairs to get down 5 floors. As I got down, there he is. On his same old usual bike, same gigantic personality, met after, ah you know the drill, 1.5 years.    Loads of stuff to talk, lots of places to be visited, innumerous plans yet the top of the list was joining gym ;) ;).I guess I hardly made 10 days to gym out of the monthly membership. But the important thing then, was to have breakfast. Hari, we killed whom, one dosa and one wada. (I was actually asking hari, no wada, cause its oily, calories, and all I get is a ‘STFU’ look from him :P).

With the Arav’s cradle ceremony scheduled the same week, um I couldn’t really make it to meet my best buddy Srikanth. Though he tried it really hard, I successfully made sure we couldn’t catch up.   Well, the hectic days began the following Monday of the Ceremony. Srikanth, so deterministically dropped by to my place on the sunday. Introduction antha adbutham em kaadu kaani. Yet the first look was special. We had our usual discussions in my bedroom, felt like, OMG it’s real. I’m back to India. Anyways, the important point was the adventure the next day.  

With me almost bored to death that afternoon, actually bored for not going out for a couple of hours, suggested we (me and srikanth) should go out. We set out aimlessly. No clue about the destination. That’s how we started almost every day from home. Eventually, after half hour, the hang out was decided when we stopped at Chocolate room, Kharkhana. The Coffee was perfect, I guess I had Hazelnut Cappuchino with Bread sticks. If you are wondering what went wrong. You’ll know that in a minute. I had a grocery shopping to be done, and once we were done with the shopping, it was already late by then, Srikanth’s bike gave us  a wonderful twist in the tale with a flat tire because of a god damn puncture in the tube. One thing I was sure off, that no body would help us out with that, as it was too late to be done. I really wonder if this is the talent I am blessed by birth or may be I eventually developed, I suggested one of the ideas, which actually turned out to be the worst the following day. Speaking of the same night, we parked his bike at JBS and took an auto to my place. 

Now the best part is, I was hesistating till then, if I should be driving my bike or not, for I was over cautious about me driving in the traffic. So, thanks to Srikanth, I dropped him off home and also met his parents.  Came back home. Happy Ending. Yet, there is something left out for the following day. Picking up the bike from JBS. Again thanks to me. I misplaced the bike receipt. Oh wow. It only led to the next level of music. He wouldn’t let us slide for we dint even have the Registration Certificate. And I do have to thank Srikanth, for I got the opportunity of driving in the crowded streets during the evening. We could some how get out of that mess. And called it a day finally. Wanting no more surprises, no more twists. Trust me getting the bike out from JBS was a pain in the.... you know what it is.

The days just kept on getting better, from then. A fun filled evening with three of us(Myself with Hari and Srikanth) laughing out really loud, with Chinese food and ending up having ice cream at Baskin robbins. Hari, I cant really pen down the way we got to Baskin robbins, for those who are reading this will beat me up to pulp. More and more hangouts. More and more fun. How much I miss all of it. 

Myself at Baskin Robbins.
Pic credits Srikanth
Editing Credits Myself.. :P

I kept saying this to myself, that I was living the dream of my life, yet there was something which started growing. The fear of going back to cleveland and leave everything behind.

Well, that’s it from this episode. 

Stay tuned. Lots more to come.

Keep reading my blogs over and over. :P :P

For what its worth, Life is Beautiful(Actually it was, in INDIA).

Yours

Dev…