Writing this piece of blog before my delivery, I would have sounded too obsessed and way to confident. Confident, in the fact that I would be having a baby girl. In the last stages of my pregnancy I got to spend some time with my childhood friend Archana, who is a mother to twin boys. Through a casual conversation about the time when she was expecting, she said to her mom, “When we were kids and we would go on talking about the future, from that time onwards Vasu always wished to have a baby girl.”
Why only a baby girl? When in a male-heir crazed country like ours it is an honor to birth a boy child for first kid. I do not personally know of any such honor crap but I sure have witnessed in our generation the thing about having a boy child which left me wondering if really we were an open-minded generation. I do not want to enter into such crappy discussion, so straight to what I want to say.
I have been babysitting kids since I was a 5 year old. My first ever babysitting session was with Chotu. God! I love that kid so much. I was 5 when he was born and I saw him straight out of his mother’s womb. Then it was Neil. As I turned 13, I became an official babysitter for my father’s division. He was the head and all his officers had kids ranging from 5 year olds to 10 and all boys. Sigh! If you’ve ever baby sat boys I’m sure you would crave for some feminism in life. At that point of time since I too was into cricket, WWF stuff ,the boys loved me. I took them for movies and icecream, yeah I was their favorite didi and Oh! I always let them jump on the bed. I never said no to WWF in the house so effectively I was the coolest thing on the planet for someone who was as tall and fat as their moms. Then came ‘Meghana’ and the rest is history. Her gentle gurgle, her soft touch and her beautiful smile made me fall in love head over heels. As she grew into this naughty little 2 year old, her pique if I paid attention to someone else, her fascination with the mirror, her sensitivity when she saw tears and uff the way my heart twisted when she cried. I knew I wanted a girl. For all my tomboyishness, nothing ever had kindled such feelings in my heart. I wanted a princess and I got ONE :D. In the words of the Alchemist, “ When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.”
My Pari
Why only a baby girl? When in a male-heir crazed country like ours it is an honor to birth a boy child for first kid. I do not personally know of any such honor crap but I sure have witnessed in our generation the thing about having a boy child which left me wondering if really we were an open-minded generation. I do not want to enter into such crappy discussion, so straight to what I want to say.
I have been babysitting kids since I was a 5 year old. My first ever babysitting session was with Chotu. God! I love that kid so much. I was 5 when he was born and I saw him straight out of his mother’s womb. Then it was Neil. As I turned 13, I became an official babysitter for my father’s division. He was the head and all his officers had kids ranging from 5 year olds to 10 and all boys. Sigh! If you’ve ever baby sat boys I’m sure you would crave for some feminism in life. At that point of time since I too was into cricket, WWF stuff ,the boys loved me. I took them for movies and icecream, yeah I was their favorite didi and Oh! I always let them jump on the bed. I never said no to WWF in the house so effectively I was the coolest thing on the planet for someone who was as tall and fat as their moms. Then came ‘Meghana’ and the rest is history. Her gentle gurgle, her soft touch and her beautiful smile made me fall in love head over heels. As she grew into this naughty little 2 year old, her pique if I paid attention to someone else, her fascination with the mirror, her sensitivity when she saw tears and uff the way my heart twisted when she cried. I knew I wanted a girl. For all my tomboyishness, nothing ever had kindled such feelings in my heart. I wanted a princess and I got ONE :D. In the words of the Alchemist, “ When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.”
My Pari
