I am 50 ... Yippie am 50 days old !

Hello folks,
I know, I know, it has been days I haven’t written anything. I was waiting for finishing my first 50. I did recently, and here is one to the first 50.

You ask, if I am upset with my name and don’t want to appear in public with my new name? Nah! that’s not the case, though I agree that for the first few days, when everyone on listening my name first asked “Himanshu?” “Mimansha?” “Vimansh?” “Nimesh?” “Nimansh?”, I was absolutely upset with my family and my name and ofcourse my parents. But now that it has been some time I am getting used to it and daddy assures me that when I grow up people would love naming their children after me. He is a hopeless optimist.

Well, lately, I have understood that at this age it is better not to get into the monotony of life around. And hence I sleep.

Now I recognize my mummy every time, I trust her. Last week , when I was crying, she wanted to know what the reason was, “Bachhu ko gas hua hai?” she asked, I wanted to answer but I think I don’t have the gift of speech that everyone in my family seem to have. “Bachhu ko garmi ho rahi hai?” and she started the fan, how badly I wanted to tell her, “Gimme Food”, and hence I tried opening my mouth and shout food but all that came out was “Coo” “Coo”, and she was so happy! She was happy that I could speak, but what sense does this speaking mean when I can’t convey even when I want a ride in the car. First sound after oova oova was “Coo, coo”, doesn’t both of them sound senselessly stupid but it’s fun to see how happy the elderly become on these senseless stuff.

I also learned smiling for the same reason. Did I tell you I like staying on Mama’s shoulders, especially when I am “gassy”.

papa likes photos from different angles

So yes events of the last 20 days, apart from the coocooing and smiling.

I was taken to a temple when I was 1 month and some days. They stuffed me with 2 shirts 2 nappies and a couple of payjamas!! all set for a meeting with their God. I liked going out.
One more time after that they took me out to the terrace. I have been there with Mummy daddy very often before my birth. Never knew that it was so airy!

I am gaining a little weight and I don’t know why my mom thinks that she needs to reduce, she is not the one growing. Take it slow mom! I have heard that I have got quite a few friends in my apartments. I wish I could go to them and play with them but here I take my space to tell them Hi. Hi Viraj, yashas, Tanya, Jheel, Avani, Vaidehi didi, Shanmitra bhaiya – I will take a few more months before I can come out to play with you (Mamma says a couple of years, but I am sure to pester her to let me out sooner, I have done that earlier you see ).

One important thing that I forgot: A few months back when I was in the dark space, I had been taken to my Dada Dadi’s home and they used to talk about those good curtains. I have been spending all my time when I am awake looking at those curtains…. Daddy, Mummy, “were these the curtains you were talking about?! !!! I am trying to find if there is anything good in it but it is so difficult.”

Dada Dadi are going back to Surendranagar for a month or two, Love you Dada Dadi and its gonna be Nani’s turn for the next few days.

And I don’t know why but these folks love clicking my nude pictures. I don’t want to have sleaze on my blog. Daddy, please don’t put it here.

I am not going to let dad write anymore else I don’t know what kind of photos will he put here.

Ok then,
Cheers to Johnsons and Johnsons,
Your Happy Mimansh

Mimansh, I am

[ Lately am keeping my dad too busy, so even when he has a lot of things to write about me, he never got time to do the same. So in place of writing prose he has started writing poetry(here). One because its short and fast and two because that would make his blog look better than mine :). Is that true? ]

Hi Folks,

Meemmm..... Mii... Minnmash ...... Mimnas.... Minmas ........ wondering why it is so difficult to pronounce my name. Am I the only one or you too are facing that problem ? whatever it is, this is going to be it as my parents have named me M-I-M-A-N-S-H. A little complicated but there are reasons for it. My mom and dad both loved this name. They say it sounds impressive.

Years back when Vedas were considered to be written by no human being, people considered everything that was mentioned in Vedas as ultimate truth. No one ever questioned the faith or the rituals that were the part of it. Then came a set of Men who were curious. These men weren't non-believer of Vedas, but they did not trust the written word the way everyone else blindly followed it. These men wanted to know if the hypothesis that is given in the Vedic literature is true. They took every shlok and every ritual and tested it against human experience. They believed in rituals (doing things) more than prayers. They were a clan of bohemian philosophers. This clan were named after the branch of philosophy they followed - Mimansa ( followers were called Mimansak). My dad seems to consider himself a new-age Mimansak. But I at times believe he is an Atheist. My dad says that a child's name is reflection is his parent's views. Might be, I am not sure, I dont have any children yet. ( Philosphy, Atheist , huh?!! I told you if I start philosophising, either I am drunk or its my dad, I havent got on to water yet and I wont drink anything neat, so this is my dad).

So yes from their comes the inspiration of my name. Mimansa is a feminine one so he thought of Mimans , but then there is one more thing that led him to add that "H" in the end. In sanskrit they say "Mamansh" is "My Part", so I being his part had to have a name that sounded like it. So yes, here I am named as a hybrid of Mimansa and Mamansh. I am Mimansh.

Other interesting events that happened after my namkaran are :

• Dada got me all my birth certificates. Now I am officially Mimansh. Is there a way to apply for a name change once you grow up?
• Once I don't remember exactly what happened, but I felt like laughing. I opened my mouth and was successful in imitating the way these people around me laugh. I laughed without my teeth sounding loud and funny. I thought everyone will be amused but to my surprise everyone was taken aback for a second, wondering what did I do, and then I laughed again, they got it the second time. Grown ups, I tell ya are too slow to catch things up!
• On my first monthly birthday, I got many gifts, Dada - Dadi got me a musical Kitty with fireman, ambulance man, pilot and an air hostess (she is cute). They move around my head playing, dad said its "Fur Alice" (or whatever it is), and I love looking at them and follow their circles with my little eyes
• Mummy got me a playing gym. Mummy seems to be thinking a lot about Gymming these days. Take it slow Mom!
• Mama also got me many gifts.
• One day some time back I remember, I cried and cried and cried. I wanted to eat what they eat (it was chocolates, i think !! ) but I dont know how I can say them that so I thought crying would be a better Idea, and I did. No one understands my feeling, so they took me to my witch (I hope you remember Dr. Heeremath, I too have a name now doctor) and apart from the medicines, she has prescribed me a drive in the car every time I cry. I wish dad takes her seriously on that.
• Let me share a secret with you before ending this. I love releasing myself on these big people. :D its such a lot of fun. I have sprinkled my waters on almost everyone I know by now. Especially that lady who comes and massages me everyday, makes me do all sorts of exercise and bathes me, she gets a good dose of, you know all sorts of things, from me
• Some events in the past week : Mom's Birthday, Parent's anniversary, Papa's uncle aunty and chirag kaka visiting me, I sucked my mom's thumb (well I had my eyes closed and now that I know it was her leg, I feel I will puke), Mama is back to pune and a few other things, you know life is happening.

So that kind of finishes most of my updates. Let me finish with saying bye.

Ciao,
Mimansh

[ Dad, this would not be fair if you dont put my photos on my blog regularly. Please keep my blog well in competition with yours! ]

Am I looking a little tanned in this photo ? [Me with Nilamasi]

That is me with my daddy's mama-mami, or is he my dadi's brother. I am a little confused.

Boys Love Blue

That is my Indian dress if you notice the white chaddi between the saffron and the green

And that is me, sleeping peacefully with Dadi, with Dada, with the weirdo and with my favourite bed.

So, then bbye till we meet again,

Kisses.