1:30 AM, I was sleep deprived, haven’t eaten well in days.My backache is getting worse by the day. I have been carrying and trying to console her for almost half an hour now but she won’t listen and it was about time when I was reaching the edge of my patience when the miracle happened. She stopped crying ,clutched my index finger with a firm grip and stared at me with her doe eyes as if asking ‘Why so angry Daddy?’ At that very moment on the 4th day if faherhood I knew my life has taken a different shape and meaning, and all that for better.
Let us take a few steps back and go back into time where it all started. It commenced when two seemingly irresponsible, fun loving , careless and impulsive adults whom fate brought together through the bond of marriage, decided to bring one more of their kind into this world. Whether or not he/she would be one of their kinds is for time to decide but they thought so nevertheless.
Net was browsed for all relevant materials on fertility, ovulation calendars are consulted, articles are perused and fingers were tightly crossed for a month until a tiny line changed color on a device and showed the first sign of the life to be carried and drawn forth. Soon after docs were consulted and lady Ann Freeman fiddled with the untrasound machine to show us a tiny shape less then a centimeter and said ‘there it is’. Are you sure, I asked. Yes, she said smiling. It has a heartbeat in case you don’t know. My amazement has touched its height already and I have to stop short of declaring her half mental when she shifted the probe and I can hear the heart beat sounds. I couldn’t breathe for a moment and I accepted that I am in to witness one of the most miraculous things in this whole grand universe, bringing a new life into this world.
Fear, apprehension, hope were the prime emotions during the first trimester. Watch your step dear….one stair at a time please…you shouldn’t lift that rice bag its too heavy….did you have your vitamins today?......you should increase the intake of milk in your diet and don’t tell me you don’t like it……papaya is not for you…..feeling nauseated again??.....thus went the first trimester and it was time to feel a little reassured that all is going to be well and it was time to let friends and family know too. A moment which was much awaited ….call were made, news was broken, wishes followed and so did instructions.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
Childhood thinking face
Funny how insignificant events from past haunt you all of a sudden out of nowhere and makes you laugh, cry and feel embarrassed. Some of them are so common to all, almost cliched that I believe most everyone had’em at times. This afternoon when the commercials interrupted my connection with that 70’s show I had one of these flashes from childhood when an elder asked a question. There is no point remembering who it was cause they were all the same, different name to a different face and always asking impossible questions. For God sake I was just a kid, couldn’t you ask simpler questions like ‘how many legs does a cow has?’ or better yet ‘What do you like most, candy or chocolat sundae?’
So there I was having fun, minding my own business, away from the elder zone as a wise kid is supposed to do to stay out of trouble. No matter how hard I tried to remain invisible to the elders, one of them would eventually have nothing better to do except quizzing me about social science and stupid history and not to mention math. Everyday I would pray to God to give all elders some sort of touring job which would keep’em away most of times and when they come home they should have strength only to eat, go to bed and hand me over my gift before doing so. I even wished that this should have been against the law and a flying squad would come to my rescue and ask the elders to stay away from me except when they come near me for the purpose of feeding or gifting. As they say when were the wishes of mankind fulfilled. So there I was bombarded with questions. Questions I wouldn’t know answers to. It was abut time to don my thinking face. Thinking face is a childhood phenomenon, we all had it one time or another so you would know what I am talking about. Its easy, squint your eyes a wee bit, make sure to manoeuvour your eyebrows so that you form exactly two and a half wrinkle between them. Don’t make an eye contact of more then 3 seconds at a time with your opponent. Look in every possible direction as if searching for answers. Glance sideways, back ways, top, down, glance on a slant of 45 degree if necessary. Well in all fairness it doesn’t do much except buying you a little time till next deadly question raises its ugly head. But it is against the childhood code of conduct to give up without going through the process. Not to forget that elders are emotional and they love you so if you are cute enough to make them laugh with your thinking face you may be exempted this time.
So there I was having fun, minding my own business, away from the elder zone as a wise kid is supposed to do to stay out of trouble. No matter how hard I tried to remain invisible to the elders, one of them would eventually have nothing better to do except quizzing me about social science and stupid history and not to mention math. Everyday I would pray to God to give all elders some sort of touring job which would keep’em away most of times and when they come home they should have strength only to eat, go to bed and hand me over my gift before doing so. I even wished that this should have been against the law and a flying squad would come to my rescue and ask the elders to stay away from me except when they come near me for the purpose of feeding or gifting. As they say when were the wishes of mankind fulfilled. So there I was bombarded with questions. Questions I wouldn’t know answers to. It was abut time to don my thinking face. Thinking face is a childhood phenomenon, we all had it one time or another so you would know what I am talking about. Its easy, squint your eyes a wee bit, make sure to manoeuvour your eyebrows so that you form exactly two and a half wrinkle between them. Don’t make an eye contact of more then 3 seconds at a time with your opponent. Look in every possible direction as if searching for answers. Glance sideways, back ways, top, down, glance on a slant of 45 degree if necessary. Well in all fairness it doesn’t do much except buying you a little time till next deadly question raises its ugly head. But it is against the childhood code of conduct to give up without going through the process. Not to forget that elders are emotional and they love you so if you are cute enough to make them laugh with your thinking face you may be exempted this time.
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