Skip to main content


Initial tranquil period is not getting more and more eventful everyday and the toothless wonder gains strength to struggle and move forward. Nonu had her first fall from the bed in the hall, on 10th of October, a day before we left for Kalol for her Annprashan. It was a good fun, Mummy and Papa were so happy, spent a great deal of effort on the ceremony. Nonu has starter touching our lives with her angelic touch, this was one trip which was quite long and without any sad episodes, if one doesn't act too touchy and count in casual twists which is quite normal in any household. Expectation of perfection from any end and not counting the goods done by other party is recipe for disaster. I can not feel more greatful to Papa for reaching out to Sonu's family and this time I fleetingly held him by shoulder, since probably my childhood. Sonu's parents also joined in together with Pinkoo and Bittoo and Nonu could really enjoy unabated attention for the six days. Sonu's father comes out as a very proper and nice person. Coming back there was no reservation so we took a flight. Nonu had her first flight experience on 19th of October, 2008. Much to our surprise she was all happy and relaxed during the flight. Lucky baby, it had taken me 31 years for my first air travel, in extremely stressful circumstances. Now she has become so engaged and seems to be missing me as I go to office even when her mother is with her. I am really concerned what she will do when Sonu also starts going to the office. Now she can actually convey her happiness when she finds me back from the office as she slowly breaks into smile. She actually breaks into smile so easily, I at time worry about the transparency in her emotion which although valued initially later looked up as a weakness. Things are peaceful in the office, waiting for the MTNL tender. Hope we make it. If we do, I trust, things will get easier. In any case, as the market recoils in recession, it is easy to get sweaty behind the ears. Again starting day after I have five days holiday, which will give me some time to spend with Nonu. My lack of self-discipline is making me angry with myself, as I plan to spend mornings with Nonu, so that we can spend some time together in silence but every day I am not able to get up in time. Also health wise not feeling very good, it worries me to think what will happen should something wrong happens. Was feeling little congestion in the evening. Savings are also very less, Huawei settlement is yet to come by. Another effect of Nonu coming to our life is that it has made me very aware of the plight of parents. At this old age, how lonely people. You fight all your growing up years to gain the centre stage, as you have kid, you start stepping sideways from the limelight, until there is no light left in your life. I hope, all could understand this and support in my duties. Hope Nonu will grow with love for grandparents as is usual course of life most of the times.
she has almost started talking to us in a language that she only could comprehend. Strange, she still tries to talk to us even when we do not understand a word that she says, and will she also end up showing her hands in air claiming parents just don't understand. I hope she does not, but which parent does not and ends up with exactly same experience. One good thing is how close she is to Sonu. It seems there was a void in her life, I do not know, before marriage or even after that which has been so nicely filled up by this little wonder. They are almost like two friends talking to each other endlessly. Yesterday Nonu went for the first time in the slinger, first to the park and then to Ansals. She was quite happy in that, she can sleep at will, wake up and look around whenever she felt like it.
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Bahubali 2- The Conclusion- Movie Review

We are living in an extremely cause-heavy world where causes - real and imagined cloud our minds. I saw this in the case of the movie - Beauty and The Beast. There the quarrel of the social commentators was that it explored the gay angle of one of the characters only briefly, only fleetingly. There can be nothing more absurd than that. You are demanding more from an artist than possibly he can offer. Art is a profession of lonely persuasion, and it serves the purpose its creator desires it to serve. Nothing more and nothing less. It is sad and unfortunates that the liberals, which in Indian context largely translates to Leftists, insists that art is nothing but a vehicle that should be provided to them for their political agendas and narratives to ride on. It is like insisting that the reference to the Negroes in the "The Great Gatsby" should have been expanded to cover racism in detail. The brief episode was merely to substantiate the character and nothing more. Just as cre…

Resurrecting Hinduism- Without Embarrassment

I have been pondering about the sense of despondency, the sense of shame which has been imposed on the Hindu thoughts in Indian society. Every act of faith has to be explained, justified. When partition happened, Muslims fought and obtained an independent Nation, while the other large chunk of population, which, in spite of numerical supremacy, was subjugated for centuries, got India. In line with inherent openness and flexibility of Hinduism, India became a secular nation. This is a matter of pride, since it acknowledged the basic secular nature of Sanatan Dharm. However, as things would evolve, vested political interests considered India as unfinished agenda standing in the path of a religious empire being built world-wide. Through a well-calculated intellectual conspiracy of neglect and vilification, it came to a stage that modern Hindus where embarrassed of their religion and apologetic of their faith. This neglect also resulted in the religion being left to the guardianship of un…

The Unbearable Agony of Unwritten Words

The weather has changed. Skies are clear once again, fog lifted. Azure, cloudless skies; trees bare. The dawn descends with the shy, blush of a fair, newly-wed woman. The days are not yet jaundiced with the pale, bright yellowness of the summers. There is a distinct hint of red in the yellow. 
Writing is sporadic, very less. A few intermittent blog post. Unwritten words sit heavily on the soul of a writer. To accept oneself as a writer is to embark on a dangerous path. It is a solitary profession and a hard one at that. 
I read to prepare to write. I tell myself. Be at some point, even reading has to make way for writing. Writing is not a quick job. It takes time, time and sitting all agitated inside and all peaceful outside, the incongruous internal and external world pulling one apart, in diverse directions. Writing takes time. One needs to tie that heavy stone to the neck of a reckless, wandering mind and allow it to sink to the depths. Bubbles of air escaping to the surface, a brief…