Mundan

I knew that something special was up. I had special clothes, there were lots of people and my mother and father were all dressed up too. As a part of our hindu rituals for a child I was going to get my head tonsured. The ceremony is called a Mundan. The sun was filtering in, there were nice smells in the air and I fell asleep. When I woke up things felt much cooler and ooh I looked different suddenly. Dont know why Mummy was crying, I had a great time especially when they were showering me with flower petals! Amongst others Amama, Abu, Dada, Dadi, Kitty and Maina bua made it to Jamshedpur. My cousins Jehaan and Anya were there too with Monish Phupad. My masis didnt make it. I hope you like the photos. You can see more here on Shutterfly.

Diwali with Dada & Dadi

I wish you all a Happy and Prosperous Diwali!. This is the festival of lights and I celebrated my first this year with my parents, grand parents and Nanda masi. Diwali marks the victorious return of Vishnu’s avatar Ram from Lanka. It is celebrated a day earlier in South India. Since I am a part of both the North and South, I get to celebrate on both days! My parents thought me too young to light diyas or the crackers so I guess I’ll see them next year? I got sooo many new clothes, lots of kisses and we skipped the “first thing in the morning, before sunrise” oil bath as Pemba Aunty gives me one in any case everyday