Brother’s prayers


“Ma, how did the baby enter your tummy?” asks the 7 yr old son. “Oh that?!! err..! That is the safe place to be in till the baby is fit enough to be ‘born’ into the world”, says me. “So, how are babies made?” the little one again. Me -“Hey, did’nt you wish for a baby sis/bro to play with? God heard your prayers and is blessing us with one”. “Ok then it must be a boy” says he. “Why so?”. “Girls always play with Barbie dolls. We’ll have more cars and bikes if its a boy”.

My son was doubly thrilled when it was a baby brother. Because God heard his prayers and blessed him with a brother and he gets to share the toys:-) Boys! And their ways!

The Big Brother Moment


Good to be back after a really loooonng break! Time flies.

As I was wheeled out of the labour room, my 7 yr old son walked along. An expression indecipherable. I should say, a mixture of anger, anxiety, confusion, a little happiness and a little loneliness. I wanted to hold him in a tight hug to show him that all was well but he would not inch closer.

He was angry because I left to the hospital in the wee hours of the morning when he was fast asleep. I did not want to disturb him and also was not sure how long it was going to take for the new baby to make an entry. The anxiety and confusion was because of the ‘wait-time’ and me being wheeled out on a stretcher like a sick patient! Yet he was happy to see me again. With so many people attending on his mom and the baby, it was not easy for him to hide the sudden loneliness. It was a ‘yeah, i’ll have to share my life with him’ kind of a moment for him. After a little coaxing, he came closer and I apologized for having left to the hospital without him. He was acting sullen for some more time but I knew that he had forgiven his dear mom and was comfortable again.

The next few days were a breeze and I saw my elder son grow into a responsible brother and establish his position as the elder son, and an adorable one! And very defining moments they have been! The best part of my hospital stay was, he made the evening Horlicks for me for the next few days and I emptied it to the last drop!

Will come back with more on this wonderful transition.

Challenge of story-telling


Story telling is at once a mixture of pain, joy, and revelation! I have been sincerely ‘story-telling’ for almost the last 6 yrs to my 6.5 yr old. And I’m the one feeling challenged at the end of it!

From small-time stories, the lill fellow has graduated to more serious stories of epic proportions- yeah you guessed it.. The Ramayana, Mahabharata et all.. Having buried all these in the remote recesses of memory which is atleast a couple of decades old, I find this exercise of going-over the stories which my grandma passed on to me and my sis, very refreshing and satisfying. There are a couple of notable differences though! One, my grandma never read from a book, and two, I never questioned the authenticity or intent of the characters or rather the supersonic characters that abound in our mythology.

So, when my grandma said that Dhritharashtra had 100 sons and a daughter, it was a fact. When i read the same to my son, pat comes the chain of questions- “Ma, were there really a hundred sons? what are all their names? did they all sleep in the same room? so lot of food will be cooked?” Yes, tough situation really!!It should have operated like a star hotel! The fact that Gandhari- the mother of the Kaurava princes- blind-folded herself because of her love and duty (or whatever)towards Dhritharashtra, came across to him as ‘plain stupid’. When asked why, he as a matter of fact said that she could have helped her husband better with her eyes open instead! And, “How come Parashurama features in both, Ramayana and the Mahabharata? Are the people from the same time period then?”. Now I have to find this out, and its my weekend homework. (A serious doubt indeed because Krishna, Rama, and Parasurama, the 3 avatars of Vishnu must have co-existed… Well, will try and post my find. Or you guys help with answers if you know..)

And darling son, the next time i decide to read something from our mythology, i’ll make sure to read the significance of the actions too and then try. Or better still, I’ll leave it to you to figure it out yourselves as you grow up and ‘enlighten’ me too! For now, i just wanted you to get acquainted with the various super-human characters in our mythology so that they all sound familiar to you when your grand-ma and grand-pa are performing their daily pooja, when all other people around you are making casual references to the 10 avatars of Vishnu, to the Mahabharatha battle, or to Rama and Ravana… Now, you may treat that as a disclaimer.. I as a child, simply enjoyed them as stories and do not expect anything more from you either:-)) You have but little choice dear… You have to put up with your well-meaning mom!!

Smoking banned?


Just a couple of days after the ban,  my husband was bringing home our son’s friend, a cute little smart 6 yr old girl as she wanted to come over to play with my son. On their way, they saw a decently dressed man- with a tie and a laptop bag- smoking in the street corner- a public place by any definition. This little girl was quick to spot the guy smoking and she boldly questioned him why he was smoking on the road as she saw the news on TV saying that people should not smoke in public!!! My husband was surprised, stunned, and happy at her level of awareness and also liked the spooky look on the guys face. It appears that the smoker was too shocked and did not know whether to drop the cigar, or reply, and was visibly embarrassed! Serves the guy right:-)