An enjoyable experience....

Today I will share with you readers the events that took place at my now 4 year old cousin, Ikshit's B'day 'party'. It wasn't a party, just a very small family gathering. So after writing my blog yesterday, I am half sleeping half awake in my bed when my mother tells me that they are going to 'Badi Mama's', my maternal Grandma's home for Ikshit's B'day. She tells me to reach on time, asks for some small errands to do while on my way and leaves with Ridhi, my elder sister. I wake up after 15 or so minutes, get ready, drink some 'Youngistaan', spray myself, gather a few things and leave.
Here comes the worst part of the day - Driving. I am a very safe driver and I rarely drive over 40 while on a two-wheeler. But still, I avoid about 3-4 accidents if I travel 2 kms. The people here have no sense of traffic or driving what-so-ever! Girls walkin on the middle of the road talkin to their guyz and I keep blowing the horn to deaf ears! There is not a single sensible driver who doesn't want to overtake the vehicle ahead of himself. I mean you aren't getting away from me! We are stuck at the same signal anyway! The only thing I like about Delhi in this aspect are the traffic officers, who are never able to catch me because of underage driving. Even if they do, I bow to the person who invented bribing.
Anyway I reach Tilak Nagar without much trouble this time. Babu Mama was parkin his car at the same time, and we entered the house after each other. I said my greetings and received my share of blessings from everyone. Ikshit beamed at me first thing and then said,"Waa Mickey bhaiya, aapki mummy to badi achi hain, mele liye toy layi hain!", I burst out laughing with everyone else, Mickey being my pet name among various others. Ikshit and I share a very good chemistry with each other, as he loves me more than his own sisters, and I bestow him in multiples. It was time to cut the cake, which had some trick candles which kept on lighting up itself after Ikshit blew them off leading to Ikshit's warning to everyone, "Sare chup jao, ye bomb hai!". They never had things like these when we used to cut the cake.
After a photo clicking session, the stay was all uneventful, as I took a backseat and let the elders gossip. I drove back home on my Activa with heavy rain pouring down, with the Accent being driven by Puneet, another uncle of mine, but is like a brother. We were back home only to find out that there was a power-cut and the inverter wasn't working. I had difficulty sleeping but after half an hour or so, entered sweaty dreams...

Ps:-I will try to post some earlier videos and pictures of Ikshit, do check them out :)