The Creator And The Destroyer
I mean God is the creator, and Aryan the destroyer.
The process is typical. He first holds the object of his destruction in his right hand, and then the transfers it to his left hand, while keeping his gaze fixed on the object. He repeats this process once or twice again.
Then comes the bang. He bangs the object straight down the ground. Then he picks it up again, and throws it in the same direction. Follows it and throws it further. He keeps on doing this until he loses his interest or the object has lost it original shape.
He has done this with a TV remote. He wants to repeat that fate to the new one. He wants the cellphone to be a goner too. Watches, plates, cups, bottles ... you name it. Now that he has started his baby steps without any support ( since July 1 that is), the first two racks in the kitchen have been emptied .
Even the Gods in Pooja Ghar are not spared. Three idols are broken till date, and now he has set sight on the framed photographs. Since yesterday, the entire Poojaghar has been shifted to Refridgerator's roof. That's not the way to show atheism, if at all.
But if you ask him the one thing which he wants to lay his hands on the most is the spectacles. To his lottery, both of his parents are bespectacled. If we let our guard down, with one swift motion of his hand, he catches hold of them, and them laughs with glee as if he has won a medal.
He is a full blown naughty brat now. Some of his snaps.
Ready For Some Mischief
Baby Steps
Some More Mischief
I Have Lost This Hat
The process is typical. He first holds the object of his destruction in his right hand, and then the transfers it to his left hand, while keeping his gaze fixed on the object. He repeats this process once or twice again.
Then comes the bang. He bangs the object straight down the ground. Then he picks it up again, and throws it in the same direction. Follows it and throws it further. He keeps on doing this until he loses his interest or the object has lost it original shape.
He has done this with a TV remote. He wants to repeat that fate to the new one. He wants the cellphone to be a goner too. Watches, plates, cups, bottles ... you name it. Now that he has started his baby steps without any support ( since July 1 that is), the first two racks in the kitchen have been emptied .
Even the Gods in Pooja Ghar are not spared. Three idols are broken till date, and now he has set sight on the framed photographs. Since yesterday, the entire Poojaghar has been shifted to Refridgerator's roof. That's not the way to show atheism, if at all.
But if you ask him the one thing which he wants to lay his hands on the most is the spectacles. To his lottery, both of his parents are bespectacled. If we let our guard down, with one swift motion of his hand, he catches hold of them, and them laughs with glee as if he has won a medal.
He is a full blown naughty brat now. Some of his snaps.
Ready For Some Mischief
Baby Steps
Some More Mischief
I Have Lost This Hat
Labels: Aryan
posted by Unknown at 2:17 PM
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