Friday, September 23, 2011

Part 1 – what were you thinking??



“Oh you poor fu**ing bas***d!”  
Please pardon my French but you will agree that that now is a very relevant and succinct phrase that captures the essence of being a new father. If you thought that the last nine months were a trial, then you better buy yourself an extra-large serving of patience. To make it easy for everyone, I am going to divide this post into very manageable pieces

Oh so cute! - Now that is the first thought that comes to anyone’s mind while looking at any baby. Ya ya I know he/she is your precious and no other kid can come close yada yada… but isn’t that what every parent thinks?
Black and white - Once the show off period is over (you know what I mean. Relatives, friends, the mandatory Johnson’s baby gift pack, pics on your blog and Facebook and so on) things begin to get nastyJ. Black, dark green, yellow, semi-solid, viscous… You get the picture? No??? Well that’s what you need to go through if you need your diaper changing certificate! What’s white you ask? Now that is what I call the curd like stuff that is regurgitated
Lights out=Nights out! – Lots of bottles, lots of noise, frantic searching, pulling and wrapping but it not your party!  
Bottles and more – this probably is what they meant when they said ‘the road to hell is paved with good intentions’. Imagine this. Its 10 PM and after a long day at work (who are you kidding?) you just want to watch the highlights of the test match with a bottle of something. And then it happens. The exact means is hard to nail down but in the end you find yourself looking at a line of unwashed feeding bottles. Oh that’s not half of it…the worst part is the sterilization. If you haven’t done it, you don’t know what I mean.
 Do I look fat? – Normally, that question will make any man pause the T.V in his head and take notice of where he is and what’s around him. But post pregnancy, that question is an invitation to commit harakiri. There is no right answer to that question because something or the other doesn’t fit!
And this is just the beginning…
P.S:  I did do all the above and feel that it’s good to be involved with your kid right from day one. Nothing can replace the joy of being smiled at and hugged by little hands. But who says that I can’t crib about all the work?

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

And she is buying a stairway to heaven….


It’s strange how death eats its way into life, leaving everything undone
Beginnings fade away like old cobwebs and endings begin to stay.
A child weeps for the warmth of his mother, not understanding that she climbs the stairs
While a mother sobs into her pillow, knowing that her little darling isn’t there
But what should I say to the shadow of a memory?
But what should I say to the silence around?
With threads of hope we string along our lives, only to leave it all undone.