I lost my granddad when I was a year old. So the two brothers of my Grandma were the only grandfatherly figures I got to have. Although they were Mamaji – Bade and Chote , to my father, but, as kids do, we used to address them as Mamaji too mimicking the elders. I very vividly remember that somewhere around the age of 10, when the family pedigree and all the relationships started getting clear, I decided to correct this mistake by addressing the Bade Mamaji as Dadaji , but the looks of surprise cooled off my ardour quite quick, and after much leg-pulling on my personal attempt at this correction, we kids reverted back to calling them Mamaji . Both the Mamajis are younger than my grandmother, and her rotund NRI elder sister – the Grandma Sr (who we used to address as Moti Mum, which she was cool enough to not take any offence to). The Chote Mamaji , as may be expected, was the cooler one of the group, whose home used to be the junction for all the parties and get-togethe