I never knew that I would ever get addicted to aparticular thing. Dont you worry with crossed foreheads; I am not at all talking marijuana or anything narcotic; anyways I would'nt have disclosed such things in the public domain otherwise.
The latest addiction in my life is my kid Sambhav. The day starts with a togetherness of an hour; both glossing through 3 newspapers. Sometimes it is preceeded by a small walk across the milieu of the house or a spray of water on the newly planted flower trees/bushes. Needless to say an early morning post getting childish blabbering relaxes me for any sort of mental pressure / agony for the day. There we share lot many sounds between both of us. He is at his highest excitement level. Possibly because he understands that this fella will be off for a long day; I dont know whether that is the reason or the reason that he has his breakfast in the wee hours of the morning makes him so. Whatever the reason may be; it would be known to him but I will always beleive that he misses me and thats why he shows up by expressing his excitement.
Throughout the day I just take his updates. His mom would always mention his pranks in meticulous details; touchwood I would have loved to be with him while he snapped the set-top box / pulled the referigerator cord / pulled and turned around the dining chair / attempted breaking my favourite case but alas...kambhakt job.
Offlate I have observed that the addiction has started creeping me a bit too far. I leave no minute outside office and in between. I have purposely missed calling upon some of my friends who have come from outside to visit their home town. I politely ask them to drop at my place. That does not mean that I keep him cuddled up at home; I do visit places but only with him (ofcourse I have to give company to his mom in the process). My socialising quotient if I can call it has reduced to almost zero. People familiar to me can vouche that I was never that type earlier.
I seldom miss any oppurtunity nowadays to be without him.
Am I doing anything wrong ??
Friday, December 25, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
A new beginning for Sambhav
Its one of the first red-letter day for Sambhav. He has been allowed by his doc to start solid food. It seems that he has become a man. I have to now think for spice up his pallette.
Monday, October 12, 2009
A new beginning of life
Sambhav....the newest entrant in our lives has already got his share of welcomings by all the family members. Infact he has brought a fresh sense of life to all our lives. The message that I am trying to give is that it has been long since a new entrant came to our family. It is but obvious that he would have gt it anyways.
However the pleasing things that followed was his physical imitating of all my activities. However I am not that pleased. I am awaiting to see him grow as an individual. In the words of Rudyard Kipling, "...you are a man, my son."; afterall that is more important (I believe). Physical looks are not important. Neither APJ is handsome and nor was GBS.
He has already traced his origins. He has been to Ninigan, the village in which his granfather grew. All the 3 generations have visited the said village atleast a half a dozen times.
Its impeccable to see the little one growing. The tooth-less smile, the unpredicted expressions on his face which change every now and then, the smooth/soft kiddish skin and the horrendous cries that he resounds sometimes at night has got along with me and everyone else in the family.
However the pleasing things that followed was his physical imitating of all my activities. However I am not that pleased. I am awaiting to see him grow as an individual. In the words of Rudyard Kipling, "...you are a man, my son."; afterall that is more important (I believe). Physical looks are not important. Neither APJ is handsome and nor was GBS.
He has already traced his origins. He has been to Ninigan, the village in which his granfather grew. All the 3 generations have visited the said village atleast a half a dozen times.
Its impeccable to see the little one growing. The tooth-less smile, the unpredicted expressions on his face which change every now and then, the smooth/soft kiddish skin and the horrendous cries that he resounds sometimes at night has got along with me and everyone else in the family.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
An article worth keeping pasted permanenetly on blogspot
THE SPEAKING TREE
A Letter From A Father To His Little Son
Rajesh Mani
Dear Pranav,
It’s been 20 months since you set foot in the world. When i held you for the first time in my arms at the hospital, your tiny hands were twitching and your eyes were shut tight. Your clenched fist reminded me of a science lesson that said to get an idea about the size of your heart, you should clench your fist. I could imagine the little heart throbbing inside you. The eternal miracle of birth. When it was my turn to witness it, i cried.
Before i married your mother, i used to debate one question endlessly with my friend. Which is, “Is it really worth bringing another life into this world?” Especially when terror has become an ugly leitmotif in the canvas of our lives?
When i switched on the TV that Wednesday night, the question of whether i was right in bringing you into this world haunted me again.
This is my attempt at an answer. Call it catharsis.
I feel there are two ways to raise you. One is to wean you on cynicism. Where you’ll erect a sky-high wall in your mind and live your life pouring scorn on everything you see. Which is one way of insulating yourself from fear... A kind of indifferent machismo.
The other way is to prepare you to live in this world. I can’t imagine the world for you, son. But i can certainly show you the way to live in an uncertain world. Make a pact with yourself. Understand the following early on.
Life is precious. And equally fragile. So every day is a gift. Get up early once in a while just to watch the sun rise. Stare at it intently and burn it in your memory. Be aware of every passing second. Look around you. There’s a thin stalk of plant finding its place under the sun in a crevice on the wall of our apartment.
Appreciate mother’s cooking. Praise it to heavens... Make it a habit to eat together as a family. No, make it a rule. Fall in love with books. Words will transport you to worlds far away. It will also keep you informed and prepared.
Follow your heart. The mind can waver but the heart seldom does. Respect your conscience. It’s like a post-it note from God.
When you grow up, seek a job you love. As you enter the world of careers and cocktails, you’ll get sucked into a vortex called rat race. Don’t be overwhelmed. We’re all human. But have the courage to step out of it. Nothing will be lost. Some illusions will shatter. Good riddance.
Money. It’s important. But it has its place. Don’t make the mistake of putting it right on top.
Find your love. Hold it dearly. Be a good husband. A patient father. Give your children space to make their mistakes. But hold them when they fall.
Speak up when you have to. Like this occasion. Whether we like it or not, we’re living in a democracy. Sure it has its pitfalls. But don’t forget the positives too. The real fight in a democracy is between remembering and forgetting. Go and vote. It’s your chance to give shape to the kind of society you want to live in.
Be alert. But try not to live in a state of fear.
It you were to get caught in a situation similar to what happened and should we lose you, then you will have left us with enough lovely memories for the remaining years. That will only happen if you start living every day like it is the last day of your life. Though it can never compensate your loss, at least we’ll find strength in your love for life.
Don’t have regrets. They defeat the very purpose of life.
Immersed as i am in work most of the time, this letter is also a wake-up call for me.
Love, Dad
A Letter From A Father To His Little Son
Rajesh Mani
Dear Pranav,
It’s been 20 months since you set foot in the world. When i held you for the first time in my arms at the hospital, your tiny hands were twitching and your eyes were shut tight. Your clenched fist reminded me of a science lesson that said to get an idea about the size of your heart, you should clench your fist. I could imagine the little heart throbbing inside you. The eternal miracle of birth. When it was my turn to witness it, i cried.
Before i married your mother, i used to debate one question endlessly with my friend. Which is, “Is it really worth bringing another life into this world?” Especially when terror has become an ugly leitmotif in the canvas of our lives?
When i switched on the TV that Wednesday night, the question of whether i was right in bringing you into this world haunted me again.
This is my attempt at an answer. Call it catharsis.
I feel there are two ways to raise you. One is to wean you on cynicism. Where you’ll erect a sky-high wall in your mind and live your life pouring scorn on everything you see. Which is one way of insulating yourself from fear... A kind of indifferent machismo.
The other way is to prepare you to live in this world. I can’t imagine the world for you, son. But i can certainly show you the way to live in an uncertain world. Make a pact with yourself. Understand the following early on.
Life is precious. And equally fragile. So every day is a gift. Get up early once in a while just to watch the sun rise. Stare at it intently and burn it in your memory. Be aware of every passing second. Look around you. There’s a thin stalk of plant finding its place under the sun in a crevice on the wall of our apartment.
Appreciate mother’s cooking. Praise it to heavens... Make it a habit to eat together as a family. No, make it a rule. Fall in love with books. Words will transport you to worlds far away. It will also keep you informed and prepared.
Follow your heart. The mind can waver but the heart seldom does. Respect your conscience. It’s like a post-it note from God.
When you grow up, seek a job you love. As you enter the world of careers and cocktails, you’ll get sucked into a vortex called rat race. Don’t be overwhelmed. We’re all human. But have the courage to step out of it. Nothing will be lost. Some illusions will shatter. Good riddance.
Money. It’s important. But it has its place. Don’t make the mistake of putting it right on top.
Find your love. Hold it dearly. Be a good husband. A patient father. Give your children space to make their mistakes. But hold them when they fall.
Speak up when you have to. Like this occasion. Whether we like it or not, we’re living in a democracy. Sure it has its pitfalls. But don’t forget the positives too. The real fight in a democracy is between remembering and forgetting. Go and vote. It’s your chance to give shape to the kind of society you want to live in.
Be alert. But try not to live in a state of fear.
It you were to get caught in a situation similar to what happened and should we lose you, then you will have left us with enough lovely memories for the remaining years. That will only happen if you start living every day like it is the last day of your life. Though it can never compensate your loss, at least we’ll find strength in your love for life.
Don’t have regrets. They defeat the very purpose of life.
Immersed as i am in work most of the time, this letter is also a wake-up call for me.
Love, Dad
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