While I still have a few days left of getting spoilt at my grandparents' hands, Papa is not so lucky and had to return today to get back to work. Mummy is forlorn, and I too am going to miss playing with him, but I bet he is going to be saddest of the lot, alone as he will be for the next month .

Maybe it's a premonition of my imminent status as the life of every party, but today I had another party thrown for me, this time by Nana-nani. I got accolades for my fashion sense in my kurta-chudidar.

Today was also Papa-Mummy's anniversary. A Happy Anniversary to both of you, Papa and Mummy. I'm not bad for a 4th anniversary gift, am I? They cut the cake, and I got a lick.

Whew! Did the days fly! My time at Patna is already over and it's on to Kanpur and Nana-nani's place now. And from a place where everyone is a dada/dadi to one where everyone is a nana/nani.

Dadajee-Dadijee threw a party in my honor at SCADA. All the other dada-dadis turned up.

As Shubh bhaiya so wittingly put it, I was not any old, so I could not blow any candles. Or cut the cake. He did so instead. Not that I liked it, and I let it be known, but it seems nobody but me was concerned.

In the morning we received all the marriage party. The reception was in the evening. I was pretty pooped by this time and the mosquitoes were no fun, so I stayed put in my stroller. But the reception itself was a pretty good affair. A DJ was on and everyone danced their hearts out. In a nod to my generation, a jumping castle, a Spiderman and two Maharajas were also arranged.

I arrived a day early in Ranchi alongwith Papa-Mummy, Badi Mummy and Shubh bhaiya by plane, while the rest of the baraat followed by train. After the yawning generation gap at Patna, where even toddlers were my buas and chachas, at Mama dada's place I met some more people nearer my age - Prithvi bhaiya and Suhani didi.

What with all the drama at my birth, Nanaji was all the more eager to see me in the flesh. Needless to say, he was thrilled to bits and it was hard to pry him from my side during the next few days.

The tiny issue of not having learnt yet to stand meant that I was unable to dance in the baraat. The marriage itself was a blur of sleeping, crying (me, not Babboo chacha) and posing for photographs.

Today was chachi's vidaee, and kachchi-pakki. Me, Shubh bhaiya, Papa and Bade Papa wore matching outfits for the occasion.

I flew back to Patna the same day, while the baraat followed by train.

Today was marked by 3 different ceremonies - Babboo chacha (BTW, Shubh bhaiya calls him "Daddy", so maybe I will call him that as well)'s tilak, and my mundan (ceremonial tonsuring, though I escaped with just some locks being cut) and anna prashan (the ceremonial first intake of solid food).

I had been looking forward to wearing some Indian clothes, and I attired myself in a kurta-bandi and dhoti for the occasion.

Things have started heating up for Babboo chacha's marriage. He himself sprung a surprise on everyone when he turned up two days early on the 4th. And today Bare Papa arrived. Shubh bhaiya was overjoyed to meet me finally, after all our video chats, and we struck up a vibe immediately (I the sleeper, he the custodian). He brought me a Power Ranger wristwatch toy.

Oh, and this vacation is going swell, judging by the amount of time I spend in people's laps. With so many elders here and everyone busy running around, they're quite content to pass me around from one lap to the other. All I have to do is let out a whimper, and everybody converges to lift me up. I'm also smiling and cooing pretty regularly now, and it adds up to make me a pretty popular guy.

The downside is that there are so many dadas, dadis, chachas and buas, remembering all their names is going to be a big task.