ROHAN THE GRANDSON

For two days the blog could not be written due to sweat disturbance called as ROHAN. ROHAN is my grandson. Grand + Son. He is the son of daughter. and grand is his title.

He is biggest, the brightest, the sweat most, Every thing in superlatives. No two opinions about it our family where we differ on every other matter, silly or important. Because basically we love to differ. There is usually no charm in agreement. The dialogue dries in agreement. Difference keep us alive. That is the only thing we are capable of keeping alive. The only other thing that can keep us alive is ROHAN. He visits us every day after his play school is over, keeps us entertained till his mom and our daughter takes him home. He does not like to go with anyone else to home. That is duty of MOM. Rather punishment for his MOM to leave him while asleep and go to office. He is not budged by his father even who happens to have his office next to us in the same building / bungalow. Fathers are only for holiday packages like going to garden or going to hotel or going to shopping etc. Working days have different rules.

Your poor blogger has office overtaken by him. It is his office. I am a visitor who is not supposed to make noise or disturb him in whatever his endeavors are. Office belongs to ROHAN. He has lot of important matters to attend. Like making abstract painting, setting quiz by using words and letters some times in order and some times in disorder. Or simply reorganize my desk top which does not look appealing to him. My opinions are worthy of discarding to dust bin like many other unimportant things like pens, note pads etc. Flower pot is not required when a real flower is decorating the table. So it is usually multiplied in pieces. Such hectic activities make him hungry. He wants to live a proof in ample measure so his MOM may not have to inquire whether he has been fed or not.

Bed room is Grannie’s domain. She is NANI. She has the best pouted tummy in the world. It has multiple uses. He can cuddle it, kiss it, dance upon it or put his head and sleep on top of it in that sequence. She has the sweat most voice. No other voice is suitable for singing Lullabies. Not even Lataji. Her tunes have no mistakes. Others simply can’t understand how to sing. No body else has perfect diction of story telling. Some times he allows poor me to take part as pray when he is crocodile or BAKASUR when he is BHIM or a horse when he feels like a ride. But that is rare when he cant find a mate to play or fight with. Mostly fights and play in between. If his MOM is late to come from office it is not only he who is sleepy, we share his state as well as fatigue. But NO. We cannot let go of him come fever or cold. We also share title of GRAND with him. We are grand father and grand mother because of him. Include 90 % of PUSHPAK population into that order.

Except poor REEMA who is mere aunt. Nothing grand like rest of us. And double and greater grand MANGALA MANOHAR. Soon our PUSHPAK will complete 50 years of existence. Nobody else keeps its charm alive as much as he alone.

Arvind Khare
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