Admittedly, there are certain perils to being so devastatingly handsome.

Like, sometimes you break hearts. And sometimes you get heartbroken.

Then I go into this Incredible Sulk.

Maybe it was a sudden and belated burst of ... umm, culture guilt? Maybe it was just the lure of shaking a vagrant leg for once. Anyway, this year Papa-Mummy decided to celebrate Vijaya Dashmi in a small way. Meaning, they decided to go to this Dandiya dance.

The important thing is it gave me an excuse to don a Gujarati dhoti-kurta. The dandiya stick also gave me some food for thought.

It was nice to see a large and colorful gathering of Indians at the Mission College Auditorium. A lot of Papa & Mummy's friends had come.

However, while I liked the beat, and adults trying to poke each other with sticks was funny, all the spinning around left me dazed and I rolled off into a sleep soon after. Papa-Mummy carried on undeterred.

Some of the Dussehra goodwill prevailed the next day and we went to see Durga Pooja at Palo Alto. More icons, more chanting, more colorful clothes, more yummy Indian food.

My first teeth are beginning to break through. First up were the lower central incisors, then the upper central and lateral incisors (translates to 4 up top, and 2 below). Adds an extra dimension to my already photogenic smile.

In yet another step up, I have gone from standing up with support from furniture or people, to standing up all on my own without any support, for short durations.

Yes, I know, this photo doesn't quite show me standing unsupported. Papa-Mummy, in their infinite wisdom, thought that that was the one photo not worth clicking.