First impressions

Let me begin with saying that I am amazed at the kiddo’s nature to adapt. He was an angel during the flight. I think he actually enjoys the travel – the experience. He is always super excited when we travel by train or even by bus. Although, I think he was a little overwhelmed with all the emotional welcome and affection thrown his way by his grandparents and other relatives. He recovered soon and on our entire trip from airport to home, he was a chatterbox – counting the buses, autos, trucks and tempos.

I, in turn had a little adventure. I made my husband pick up someone else’s bag – (not on purpose!) when we got them off the conveyor belt. Thankfully our own bag had our number on it and the bag’s owner called us before we left the airport. Luckily for me, the saint had to deal with the security officers 🙂 After this minor mishap, I truly felt that I have landed in Mumbai! 

Kiddo’s cousin, my SIL’s son, is eager to play with him and surprise surprise! the kiddo plays with him too. In our last visit kiddo had turned into a human magnet and stuck to me all the time whereas now, both are behaving as if they are kumbh ke mele mein bichade hue bhai. I am hoping things will be so for the rest of our trip. I doubt whether he will be the same when the rest of the family joins in for Ganpati. I am trying to prepare him, as much as possible, for the number of relatives who would soon join us for Ganpati festival.

Two things have amused him a lot:

  • The ceiling fan – he can look at it for hours and he wants to switch them on every time he walks into a room
  • His cousin’s antics – enough said! 

It is a truth nationally acknowledged that a grandchild who lives abroad must be in want of continuous overwhelming attention from his/her grandparents on his visit to India. He must be showered with constant affection, love and gifts on a daily basis. I have come to believe that the line between affection and obsession is very thin indeed.

In such cases as this, the grandchild soon falls under the impression that he is a superior being who should be worshipped and be the centre of attention. Given the current situation the kiddo will soon be the above example.

As for me, I am hit with nostalgia and I go awwww at even small things…a familiar lane, atmosphere, even the vegetable and fish vendors lining up a street. Having said that, I also end up cursing the heat, pollution, dust and such sundry stuff that is part and parcel of Mumbai. At one time I am craving to travel local trains and at the very next, end up frustrated at the crowds that I would encounter.

Family and friends are eager and excited to meet us and hopefully we will find time to meet everyone. All this attention makes me feel as if I am a celebrity or at least someone very important… hee hee.. soon I would be waving and blowing kisses at random people I see on the road. 🙂

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10 responses to “First impressions

  1. My Era September 17, 2012 at 11:37 am

    Hope you have a fantastic trip 🙂

    • Maddie September 24, 2012 at 4:37 am

      So far so good 🙂

  2. Amit September 17, 2012 at 12:32 pm

    Enjoy!

    • Maddie September 24, 2012 at 4:37 am

      I will thanks 🙂

  3. Jas September 17, 2012 at 6:23 pm

    You are already having a lot of fun.. 🙂 Do loads of masti.

    • Maddie September 24, 2012 at 4:37 am

      Yup! 🙂

  4. techie2mom September 20, 2012 at 12:25 pm

    Hey Enjoy the celebrity status 🙂

    • Maddie September 24, 2012 at 4:37 am

      I am 🙂

  5. Comfy October 4, 2012 at 10:29 pm

    I so agree with you Maddie, kids are super adaptive. At least most of them are. Trip back home is always fun and to see your kid showered with love is heart warming. Hope you have an amazing time. 🙂

    • Maddie October 18, 2012 at 12:02 pm

      Thanks Comfy! How are you doing?

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