Chotu, Badu and Gundappu

It used to be still dark, the bus will arrive on time as always, the mornings were too busy. Baby has already taken her position, where else- the kitchen, to ready b/f and tiffin. Before that she ensured a tea for warming up my nerves.

I usually take upon me the responsibility of waking the two up, usually with a sprinkler therapy, then the usual things, dress, feed b/f and the journey to school. While we did all these things, these two baboons were half sleep. However, the most important part of readying was doing the hair. Badoo’s Saibaba bunch with which I struggled to make plaits to make her look Gentle. Chottu’s was long straight, easy to experiment. I have tried umpteen times, but could never master this art of plait making. Baby appear, (with a curt look at me for my good for nothingness), at the right time and in no time, my twosomes turn out smart for the ride. Then comes the run for the school bus. Never cared, I confess, I had deliberately delayed myself to skip the bus to enjoy the scooter ride with Chotu in the front and Badu as pillion. The ride would be a cool ten kilo metres, watching the morning birds, making fun of every one men and animals, giggling, sniggering and laughing all the way.

Now all have become past… Chotu and Badu are no more so Gundappu arrived amongst us and I must tell you, Baby (Now Ammachi & Me Appachan) and all of us now have only one job to do. Dancing to Gundappu’s trumpet calls, no matter what time of the day, Gundappu whistles and in no time all of us are on our toes. -ATTENTION!. He may call for a change of nappy, for his quota of feed or a bottom clean up. Whatsoever, we all are on our toes. Tomorrow Gundappu will have his formal name. But we will keep calling him Gundappu until we realize the need for change or Gundappy make us change.