Echoes of MaAn: Love beyond Separation

||42|| Aadhymaan and his Antics [Pt.3]

The morning had begun like any other, but the Kapadia family was about to embark on an important mission: the health checkup for both Aadhymaan and Aadhya. As Anupama stirred the last bit of batter for pancakes, Anuj was busy with his phone, trying to entertain Aadhymaan who had been particularly fussy since waking up.

"Here, baby," Anuj said, holding out his iPhone to his six-month-old son. "Let's see if you'll calm down now."

Aadhymaan, with his little hands, grasped the phone eagerly, though it was almost too large for him to hold properly. The screen lit up, and instead of the usual soft lullabies or educational rhymes, Anuj had put on his own secret weapon—his baby's favorite Hindi item song.

It wasn't the soft lullaby that most babies would enjoy; it was a full-on Bollywood item number—the kind you'd hear at a wedding celebration, or in a dance club. Specifically, it was "Sheila Ki Jawani," one of the most iconic songs in Bollywood history.

Anupama, who was busy setting the breakfast table, walked into the room, only to see Aadhymaan bouncing in his seat, his face lit up in delight. His little legs kicked, and his eyes were glued to the phone, watching the colorful, fast-paced visuals of the song.

Anupama blinked. "What is he watching?"

"He wasn't too fond of Cocomelon," Anuj replied, his voice tinged with both amusement and a little exasperation. "So, I decided to try something a little more energetic."

"He's six months old, Anuj!" Anupama laughed, shaking her head. "You're spoiling him with Bollywood songs."

"But look at him," Anuj said, nodding toward his son, who was now trying to clap his hands to the beat of the music, his baby face lit up with pure joy. "He loves it. It's better than crying, right?"

Anupama was about to comment on how bizarre this whole thing was when Aadhymaan suddenly let out a joyful squeal, clearly entranced by the fast-paced beats and bright colors flashing across the phone screen. "Okay, okay," she said, raising her hands in mock surrender. "I admit it. He looks like he's having the time of his life."

Meanwhile, Aadhya, who had been watching the whole spectacle from the kitchen doorway, rolled her eyes. "Great, now I have to share a house with a baby who's obsessed with item songs."

Anupama chuckled. "He's just getting started."

As breakfast continued, Aadhymaan's focus didn't waver from the phone screen. Anuj and Anupama kept trying to get him to eat something, but he had no interest in anything other than the rhythmic beats and vibrant dance moves on the phone.

After some time, the family finally managed to get Aadhymaan to finish his breakfast (with some struggle) and prepared to leave for the doctor's appointment. The trip to the doctor was necessary for both Aadhymaan's six-month checkup and Aadhya's routine annual checkup.

As they drove to the clinic, Aadhymaan, still glued to Anuj's phone, seemed like he had forgotten everything around him. His tiny face was filled with concentration, eyes wide, not even flinching as they hit bumps in the road. Aadhya, sitting next to him in the back seat, occasionally peered over to see her brother's unusual fascination with Hindi music videos. "Seriously?" she asked, clearly trying to hold back a smile. "Is he watching Sheila Ki Jawani?"

"Yes, and you know what? He's loving it!" Anuj grinned, shaking his head in disbelief. "I think he's going to be a Bollywood star. Or a DJ."

"God help us," Aadhya muttered, but even she couldn't stop smiling at the adorable sight of her baby brother bobbing his head to the music, completely oblivious to everything else going on.

Arriving at the doctor's office, the family was quickly ushered into a room. Aadhyamaan, still holding the phone, seemed unaffected by his surroundings. The bright lights of the clinic, the beeping of medical machines, and the sounds of other patients didn't seem to bother him at all. He was too busy tapping at the screen, as if he was trying to "dance" along with the music on the phone.

Anupama sat beside him, still shaking her head in disbelief. "I never thought I'd see the day when my baby is more interested in Bollywood item songs than baby rhymes."

"Well, looks like he's got his own taste in music," Anuj joked, sitting down beside them. "At least we know what kind of entertainment to get him for the future."

The doctor, a middle-aged man with a calm and friendly demeanor, entered the room, greeting the family warmly. He turned to Aadhyamaan, who was still fixated on the phone. "How's my little champ today?"

Anupama looked at the doctor, smiling sheepishly. "Well, let me tell you, he's currently obsessed with Bollywood music. He's been glued to the phone all morning."

The doctor raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Is that so? Well, it's good to know that he has an interest in something, even if it's music videos."

Anuj chuckled. "That's Aadhymaan for you. He'd rather watch item songs than the usual lullabies."

The doctor gave a small laugh. "At least it keeps him entertained."

After a few more questions about Aadhymaan's feeding and sleeping habits, the doctor proceeded with the checkup. He checked Aadhymaan's height, weight, and overall development, nodding approvingly at everything. But then came the part that both Anupama and Anuj dreaded: the injection.

Aadhymaan, blissfully unaware of what was about to happen, continued playing with the phone, his tiny fingers tapping away, lost in the world of Sheila Ki Jawani. The nurse walked in with the syringe, and both Anupama and Anuj exchanged uneasy glances. The baby's vaccination was important, but neither of them wanted to see him in pain.

When the needle was finally administered, Aadhymaan let out a startled cry, but it lasted only a few seconds before he was distracted again by the phone. The nurse smiled at the calm after the storm. "He's a tough little guy."

Anupama breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness he's resilient."

Next, it was Aadhya's turn. She rolled up her sleeve and sat still, though she didn't enjoy getting injections at all. "I'll just pretend I'm getting it over with," she muttered as the doctor prepared the needle.

The injection went smoothly, and Aadhya made a face at the sting but otherwise managed to keep her composure. When it was over, she gave a small victorious grin. "See? That wasn't so bad."

As the family prepared to leave the clinic, Aadhymaan was still thoroughly entertained, his eyes glued to the phone. Anuj smiled at the sight of his son so captivated. "Looks like we've found the perfect way to keep him calm."

"Bollywood item songs, of course," Anupama said, rolling her eyes with a smile. "What will we do next? Take him to a dance class?"

"I'm sure he'll be the star of the show," Anuj said, laughing as they walked to the car.

Back in the car, Aadhymaan was still fixated on the phone screen. As they made their way home, Anupama glanced over at him. "I'm going to have to take a video of this and show it to all of our friends. They won't believe me when I say Aadhymaan is obsessed with item songs."

"Go ahead, I'm sure they'll get a good laugh out of it," Anuj replied, giving his son a loving look. "I think it's safe to say he's officially the coolest baby on the block."