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The Elfdom at 11 weeks

Hi Y’all,

So i will be 11 weeks old today at 1710 hours and other than the fact that i have arrived you know nothing about me – the Elf – king of Elfdom (Kingdom – Elfdom u see!). The subjects of the Elfdom aim to please me, it’s a tough job but someone’s got to do it!

Anyway, about me

1. When i was born, the subjects were seen giggling away at this particular “old man disapproving look” i had pretty much mastered. Though the mother often shivered at the admonishment and wondered if the reason for the look was her parenting skills or the huge amounts of food which she seemed to keep gulping down. The parents think that the loss of that look is due to improved parenting skills – Bah! It’s just these cheeks i now have, the have taken away my mature (read old man) look and brought in a baby look!

2. Apparently they (the grandmothers) say i am a delight in the “feeding” department. The mother sometimes in moments of anguish is seen asking the father to sell the car and park a cow in the parking lot! Do you know i pay tax in order to get my food. The mother has started this tax system of showering me with kissies before she lets any morsel go down my throat and should i take a break in between, kissies are showered again. Mama – boys don’t like kissies ok??? What abt my macho image?

3. The mother was thrilled when I gave my first hi-fi at 7 weeks and now i am made to perform for all & sundry. I think I should start charging these subjects for all the performances that me as a king has to give. In addition i can also spread my hands out wide and show “How much does mamma, dadu, etc etc love me”.

4. So playtime with the mama is sitting on her legs and making her repeat “Owwww’s” , “umm’s” and “Aaaah” and for variety “go, ga,coo, ooh’s” after me. She sometimes has to sing and despite dadu muttering something about her being besura’s, i quite enjoy it. I bestow smiles on this disciple on mine and often her eyes mist up at my smiles (Women! i tell you).

The father on the other day is entertained by not allowing him to sit. We explore the house, while he sings, dances and talks to me. Sometimes i pretend to be asleep and of course the second, he sits down i open my eyes and the whole routine starts again. Great fun i say!

5. OOOh and my walks – i sit on my throne and one or both subjects take me around the complex. For sometime, i look at the wonders of the world and then fall plonk asleep. I have loads of little girls trying to get a piece of me – but the mother she wards them off with he is too small/asleep/ and blah blah. She says something about less immunity but i believe she is just jealous of other women in my life!

6. Did you know i know how to box?? Am just waiting for a steady head and the ability to walk before i take on the Olympics. I box and jab pretty hard. How do i knows it’s hard you ask? Well i often send random jabs my way (of course i howl, i am a baby after all) and once i even had a black eye from a box i administered me. It’s tough being a baby you know!

7. Some of you know my mommy as a drama queen. I can tell you i am her Son…i am well on my way to becoming a drama king. When i am in company, even if i have fed like 10 secs ago, i will pretend to be really hungry – starving types, root at the said person and make sad faces, making ppl tell my mommy “He is ‘really’ hungry”. I don’t know if i imagine that murderous look she gives me. And oh i do it to the dadu too. If mommy walks into the room, i pretend that dadu has been ignoring my pleas for milk and bringing on a full-scale yelling which has mommy look at dadu accusingly. Good fun i tell you! p.s. i can even sprout some tears now for full impact!

So in the last 11 weeks, i outgrew a set of nappies, plan to outgrow a couple of the jablas i wear. My mommy keeps muttering my baby growing up and of bringing sprouting tears. Uff she is quite a waterfall i tell you. I lost some hair and grew it back and now there is some moaning about how my curls don’t sit down when combed. I have graduated to little laughs and can hold a rattle. I definitely recognize the slaves in my elfdom. I have taken 2 flights and been an angel. I go to visit my dadi next week so another one of those aeroplane things.

Basically, the subjects in my elfdom pretty much adore their king. I keep them entertained and on their feet.

I am their joy and delight and they can’t raving and are pretty amazed at their ability of making such a cute baby!

You may have guessed, the mother grabbed the laptop for the last line…Baahh!!!! ok i gotta go and ensure that my subjects are toeing the elfdom’s lines! Being a baby is busy work!

Tada!

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Dear little one

Dear baby,

For the past month, we have been in Bangalore and now it’s time to go back.

You have been fawned over and adored by your ammamma and great grand parents. Ammamma’s special baths, muthashi’s one sided conversations, muthasha’s whistles are all part of your waking hours. You may not know this but while you sleep I often see then sitting by you and watching you sleep. You are one lucky baby! *thoo thoo *

You reciprocate and make their day with your coos and your smiles! You are their joy and delight !

And now I am taking you away! I know you may not realise what is happening but somewhere in that little baby heart there will be a space which misses his ammabmma’s cuddles, his mutuashi’s pettings and his muthasha’s adoring eyes.

And I am sorry baby for taking you away from this cacoon of love. We adults do these mean things like leave loved ones. I hope little one that while you hold a special place for them in your heart, your dad and I are able to create a similar environment where you feel loved, cherished and special as you deserve .

With guilt in my heart,
Lots of love
Mama

Life changes…

It was one at night. They had just retired to bed. Her mom came into the room and said – “N, i think it’s time to go to the hospital”.

N suddenly felt fear – she didn’t want to go.

As they got into the car, there was silence. They were all absorbed in their own thoughts. As they sped to the hospital, N thought about how their lives would never be the same, she wondered for an instant if she could turn back time. To a time, where she knew how their lives would be. What lay ahead was an unexplored territory. Would she cope?

Her mom was worried for her daughter, praying that everything would go off ok. Being a doctor, she knew the complications that were a possibility.

The husband oscillated between fear for his wife as well as in typical his style, figuring out the best place to park, the insurance details and so on. Probably a ploy to keep his mind off what lay ahead.

They decided they would not let the family know until the morning. There was no point letting family know until the early hours. At around 8 in the morning, they let the extended family know. From then on, everyone just waited to hear from them.

It was a long wait! One that made N question the very reason for taking this big step.

16 hours after being admitted, the end was near.

A stunned silence – a loud yell and a little boy strolled into Nuttie and the Tall One’s life.

Yes, dear 2.5 readers, on Holi, 8th March – we welcomed our little boy and that i believe should explain my disappearance.

(btw I want a standing ovation for the 16 hours of labour in hospital and the 5 hours before that)

50 days into being a mother and we are thoroughly enjoying ourselves. At least we adults are. The smiles, the little fella gives us tells us that he isn’t utterly distressed with the Good Lord’s choice of parents for himself.

So people – do welcome the latest entrant in the Nuttie family – the Elf.

Mommy’s new man
Mommy’s new obsession
Mommy’s new toy
Mommy ka baby!

* this is a post i have been planning in my head since i got to know of the elf’s existence. a million posts have been written and torn off – in my head of course. And there seems no ideal way to do it. So under a lot of threat from sags – i did it the way i do it best – cliche’

Letters to my future baby

Dear Future baby,

They say that parenting is all about tough decisions!

Should i be a strict or a lenient parent? Leave the kid free to be free as a bird or groom them into becoming the next Andre Agassi. Overly protect them from the world or let them face the big bad world? Most of the time it’s about walking a fine line between the various options that are thrown at you

When i look back, i wonder what your Ammamma-to-be’s style of parenting was. One of her closest friends thinks she was too strict when i was a child. As i grew up, while some parents would not let kids go off for out-of-town college festivals, she let me go. Strangely i never slotted her – i never thought of her as too strict or too much of a nag or too interfering or too lenient.

For me my mother meant means security.

Your ammamma-to-be always told me that “remember no matter what you do, i will be there.I may not approve but whenever you fall, i will be there to pull you out of the ditch”. And that for me is what my mother stands for – reassurance and my strength.

I have carried those words with me always. I may not share everything with her – but i know that when push comes to shove ‘mommy will make it ok’. I am approaching 30 and your ammamma-to-be was here for a couple of weeks, i felt like i had a wonderful warm cozy blanket thrown over my life!

And that is what i want to pass onto you – Remember that no matter what your Dad and i will be there. Whenever you need us!

So baby-to-be, My only hope is that we can one day make you feel as secure about yourself, your decisions and your life as my mother made me feel!

Lots of love
The nut!

Disclaimer – I don’t guarantee we will make all the right decisions – but maybe by the time you come around, they will introduce a responsibility giving, parenting skill giving, wise making pill which we can pop

On an aside note
When i hear about kids committing suicide, i wonder if they didn’t know that their parents were the people who they could fall back on.

The candle burnt out long before…

The wind in your hair, life felt good, a new job awaited,
A young 21 year ready to take on the world.
A screeching halt, and the lights blacked out
Leaving us wondering —

Wondering why you didn’t use your common sense?
What force of nature would have caused things to be different?
Could we have done or said something to make it all different?
Why you?

In your last minutes, as you fell, did u think about your smiling mom,
Your little “character” of a brother, the practical father?

We are left wondering of a life that could have been,
and all are thoughts are peppered with if only’s and what if’s.

Last night The Tall One lost his first cousin in a car accident. A young 21 year who was to start working very soon.

His life cut short due to what can only be called a ‘stupid’ decision on his part. The kid would have never known that such stupidity can have such big repercussions. Youth makes u believe u are immortal.A rash decision leaving an indelible mark on the lives of his parents.

Kid – Find a place that gives u peace, find a way to comfort your parents, bring a smile back to your brother. We’ll miss u! We’ll think of the good times but we may never stop wondering why and what could have been. God bless!

Please pray for his parents and brother!

Ramblings from a rickety old cab

As i sat in the cab last night, i was over whelmed by the number of lights from all the high rise building. So many people – strangers to one another.and me a tiny speck – something that doesn’t matter!

Took me back to a time, when i was working in Mumbai – thrilled to be posted back to this city i loved and studied in for seven long years. The hours i spent at Barista, watching people while reading, the walks along bandstand, the millions of books i read, hours of talking to the tall one, cheeni and my mom on the phone, the weekend partying didn’t help. I realized i was lonely – lonely in this city which i thought was mine – no good friends, no family – no one to go home to. I was quite relieved when i was sent back to Bangalore.

Yesterday – as i sat and watched thousands of people make their way home, many of whom would go home to an empty house – I felt humbled i have you.

You waiting for me, worrying about me getting stuck in traffic, advising me on the best way to get to you – Someone in this horde of people in Mumbai – for whom i am the centre of the universe (even if i say so myself)

Thank you sweetheart…for everything i say and most of all for all the things i don’t say! I couldn’t have got luckier!!

here’s wishing you the most fantastic year ahead and many many years of being agonized by me!

Happy Birthday!!

p.s. am off home for a week…so ciao people – will see u on the otherside πŸ™‚

Our deal

I thought we had a deal, i thought i was your special child.
You know the mater worries! and U know you have to be nice to her.
I have faith in you, i know things could be worse,
but i can still complain can’t i?

know there is no reason to cry or feel low
And the worst case scenario aint that much of a big deal.
I know there are times that i have gotaway easy
I am grateful, you know that
And i am asking you, let me getaway again.
Don’t make me pay for my carelessness.
Let me continue my unwavering faith in you

I am not that ready to grow up and redefine what i believe of u!