Life of Annika

 My name is Annika. know it has been a loooong time since the last post was written, so I decided to write on here again. I want to thank Babboo Chitta, Karuna Chechi, Ajji, Mama and Papa for writing on here. I enjoyed reading the posts, but I don't have any memory about any of the events. I would also like to say, I am not a big writer. I am more of a reader. One more thing.. Even though I am writing on here as 'Sandgroper' , I would like to say that, if I had my own account, I would save my name as 'The Incredible Sulk.' That is my superhero name given to me by my parents, because, apparently I sulk a lot.Anyway,  I will write on here as soon as I have an idea of what to write.  ---- The Incredible Sulk. 

Happy third birthday Annikaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hope you had a wonderful wonderful fun birthday with your cousins and aunts and uncles and so many loved ones. May your life be full of happiness and love always! PS - Your dad needs to do a better job of keeping this blog updated.

Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you Dearest sweetest Annika Happy birthday to youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! May God bless you! May your sweet smile always delight those around you! Happy birthday to you!!! Happy birthday to Annika!

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This is lil Karuna... Since the parents aren't guilty about not updating, I guess it's my job to put up something. Though as I'm in Oz I can't say much besides.... Even though I'm only a 10 yr old, I know what it's like to have.... a new someone in your life, or to look after someone. How you like staring at them, speaking to them touching that unruly strand of hair for no reason....Yes, I do know.

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There is a saying in Marathi that you can see the steps of a baby in her crib.. Based on that, I am predicting a potential Nobel prize for literature sometime in the 21st century coming to the Panjikar family ,. Mm ‘ ][jn]]]]]]]]]]]]kkkkkkkkkkk ‘u 7uhlk6bioei7uhlk6bioeik,iiiiiiiippppppppppppppppppppppppppppmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmxiiii iiiiiiiiiiiipix0iiiikkkkkkkkkbppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppimlrk,iiiiiiiippppppppppppppppppppppppppppmiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmxiiii iiiiiiiiiiiipix0iiiikkkkkkkkkbppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppimlr nnnnniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii I pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppmcccccccccccccccccccccccccccx xcl cokl5 xcf tttl cx ik?Jhb h kujjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjm hg,;l l

Had a long weekend this time. So did Annika. For three days in a row I woke up and played with her all day. I did not say "tata" and walk out of the door at 9. It was party time. Both her parents at home for so long. and both sets of grandparents, and cousin over too! Just in these three days she seems so much happier, is more responsive, more playful than she normally is. Sigh working mom guilt. Everyone goes through it. My mom did, my mother in law did. All of us turned out fine. But I still fear... what if i am hampering her development? is there something missing in her nourishment? I will never know I guess. She has no clue it is Sunday night and mom and dad go to work tomorrow. I guess thats why she is sitting here and cackling away and I am sulking in my head.   guilty if you work, guilty if you don't.    

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This is Ajji..   Testing..

It's been a long time since I last wrote on this one.. I think li'l Karuna last wrote.. Not even me.. Unfortunately, I don't feel guilty of not writing on this.. Not sure how many read it anyway ... That's the way the story normally goes, doesn't it?? You start something with enthusiasm and gusto.. And it lasts roughly 7 months.. Then life kicks in.. Unless you are 7 months old yourself... Everything is new and beautiful.. Everything is worth holding in your hand.. Everything is just so exciting.. Everything is just so unique.. Everything is just so simple..

As I saw Chechi sit with Kavya and teach her English, I just learnt something very scary...   Some day I would have to teach Annika that     --  she is born in April, but on the 9th in 2008.    --  she lives at Brahma Avenue in  Kondhwa,    --  but her grandparents live in Sangeeta Apartments on Tadiwala Road..    and try to make it perfectly logical!!!

There she was...sleeping.. Slowly the thumb went into the mouth.. and the sucking motion started... Slowly the eyes opened, full of sleep and full of hunger.. She saw a familiar face and gave the biggest smile of recognition possible.. Then she realized the familiar face is not the familiar face which brings the food.. And gave the biggest, loudest cry possible.. .. .. Cameras don't quite do justice to some things.. They just remain in your memories for ever..

I have just been sitting in front of my email client for 10 minutes trying to write something cool.. and witty.. and serious.. and nice .. and something that'll make people go wow.. and something that would show how sweet my kid is.. Came up with a seed idea...didn't quite get the language right.. so deleted it.. And then another one.. and same thing again..   And then she woke up and put me out of my misery...

Amma and Papa grew up on National Programme of Song and Dance..   Look's like we're going to grow up to Videocon Boogie Woogie and Big Boss

i wonder why all babies seem to smile so much (they do cry, but they never seem serious ,only crying or smiling).i mean adults nowadays, they just seem to be serious. the younger the happier. the happier, the smilier. the smilier, the more cute. so i know how babies are cute

i think babies are lucky cos they dont have any work. But how do they feel? what do they think? well sure, we think babies won't think of anything except drinking milk or if theyve got to poop, but how do we know for sure? noone can read minds,can they? so what if a baby does think about stuff, maybe not everything, though. so you might think, if you were a baby, what does mommy cut into bits and then do all sorts of things with? (vegetables) or why does daddy go away each morning?. every mind develops, and a babies must be no exception. but can we know for sure?

It is said that the true artist is he who can fool the audience.. Make the audience feel that it is the one who is pulling the strings, but in reality it is the artist who tugs at the audience emotions. When you see her smile, you really don't know if you are the audience of a performance or the monkey in the ring.. You just get the feeling that you've just seen a master at work..

Have you heard of Stalin? What about Mohandas Gandhi? George Bush? Saddam Hussein? Mandela? Osama? Obama? Heck, I am sure, you've heard of a guy with a funny moustache, going by the name Adolf..   Regardless of whether you've heard of them, all of them have one thing in common with you..   At some point in their lives, they were 4 months old.. They never judged anyone as being different from them.. They didn't know what they were themselves, to judge someone.. Prince or pauper, rich or poor, black or white.. they were all the same for these kids.. It really didn't matter .. Even their parents probably raised them as normal kids, nothing extraordinary.. Their mother meant the world to them, and that was it.. Everything else was something to either play with, or put in their mouths..   Had they not grown up, the world as we know it, would definitely have been different..   Probably a little happier place that what we now leave for our chi...