Life's Like This….

Recent days, my blog has been getting several hits with the search keyword “baby sleeping” , and for the blog which i posted here with a baby sleeping pic. I don’t want to miss the opportunity of getting more blog hits, also i wanted to post something related to this topic from very long.( Ahem.. am trying to be honest and modest here..!!)

On the Diwali night we got a call from some unknown number late at night and the ring went on for long. we are all fast asleep, since we were very tired with the Diwali celebrations. The crackers, the guests, food, diyas, kids, new neighbors et. all. I tried realizing that it was a phone call and not some hymn in my dream, but a bit late. When i reached for the phone, it stopped ringing. I stood near the phone for sometime for it to ring. After sometime my sister’s phone rang and She started blabbering something in her sleep.. ” Hello… ya.. Namaskar.. Very good.. oh ok.. bye.. bye.. sleeping.. huh.. sleeping.. ” I couldn’t make out anything of the conversation, but i thought it must be some of my friends prankster friends. I was angry on her, that she and her friends don’t have any sense of communication timing. Woke up in the morning and i informed my mom(like a very good elder sister in a hush hush.. voice) “Some call came yesterday night..hush hush.. Sister.. phone.. hush.. shush” and then my mom got excited and replied.. “Oh that.. that was your uncle.. he got a baby boy” . Normally I get very excited hearing about kids, and when I heard that my uncle had a baby, i was more excited. That’s because even though I don’t count myself as the very dearest one in his house, atleast i get to see the kid.. Yeay! His wife always used to be tension free when they visited us, that’s because I was there to take care of her kid(the elder one) and God! was she from a naughty bunch..

21 days gone , and I get to see the kid. So we arrived at my uncle’s place. After a tiff with my father from don’t know how long, we finally went out somewhere. althought not with the cheerful faces from inside, it was as if each one of us had stuck a big smiley infront of our faces with fevicol. So, finally we reach there. My granny had lot of old relatives who she didnt meet from almost when i was born. And she recognised them. I tell you, my granny says she doesnt remember numbers or our names, but remembers faces pretty well.

The first glance on the baby. The feeling i got by just looking at him….aww.. its just cannot be explained. Similar post about kids was written in satish blog. The baby was so tiny, it was just 21 days old. I had never seen such small baby. It started crying out loud when so many people were gazing at him. And then everyone dispersed and i was left with a  couple of aunties in the room. The baby was ready with a new gold ring, bangles  a very big dishti pottu (nazar tika in hindi). And then my sister asked em to take a pic of the baby. I was sacred to take the pic of the baby, thinking whether he would get scared of the flash light, and if he would start crying again. My mom was standing next to the kid and talking with the kid. The kid took the honour of purifying my mom with the very old tradition of babies. Mom got a wet saari and all the aunties shared the giggles, talking to the baby.  We were all from the oriya community and all of us were talking in oriya. Just then an aunty entered in a kanjeevaram saari with her daughter and announced ” This is tamilnadu.. talk in Tamil. Even i want to talk with you all”. I was little ignorant to her idea of talking about state. No one disagrees we are in this state. She could have told this in a very good manner, without making everybody dull. I mean, Where the hell does state come from. We are all here to share the joy of the new baby. And the baby doesnt understand any language other than love and care. Finally, in the whole room, i could hear noises. No, not any fights, noise being, every aunty tried the best of talking in their broken tamil, and to be it sounded more of noise. I wonder how the aunty would have understood. I couldn’t make anything out of the noise. The aunty asked someone to translate what another aunty spoke. Everyone started murmuring, I volunteered and translated. The aunty was surprised to hear some good tamil in the room.(not perfect.. but at least descent enough to be understood and it did NOT sound as a noise).

Finally all the grannies one side, Aunties one side, and kids one side. Oh! God the kids were so so naughty. One girl was so naughty , i showed to my sister acting behind her back, with circles on my head depicting she was crazy. the girl saw me doing that and she jumped onto me and shouted “yes.. yes.. I am crachie prachi.. everyone calls me like that.. U ha ha..” (her version of crazy is crachie)I was dumbstruck. I said to myself , “will my kids also behave like this someday…Please god give me the strength to bear them”.

Coming back to our hero of the day “The utti papa”, thats how my cousin calls him in her slang (Kutti papa or small child in tamil). So the papa made rounds in the whole house and as always, my aunt came to me directly and handed me the kid. She was always sure, that her kids are always safe with me, since i am a little soft to her daughter and fulfill her wishes like visiting the palk, telling her stolies, her medichins, her drechess, her hair, her lisptick(as she says) , her urgencies.. etc. Now the baby was on my lap, and i was looking at him, waiting anxiously for him to open his eyes. And he did, he yawned and opened his right eye to see where he was. I thought he was asleep and was just going to put him on the raaj gaddi ( king’s throne in hindi). Just when he started weeping and he was turning red, I felt really pity and brought him close to me. He stopped crying as he was feeling warm when he was close to me.  He was there with me till we left the place, and i had to bid the baby good-bye till we meet next time. With a kiss on his soft and tender and a very tiny forehead i said him bye bye(My mouth is much bigger than his forehead). He watched me with doubt where i was leaving with only his right eye open. We googled and got hold of many names for him and labeled him with a very nice name Thank me.. I was the I.T genius to suggest google..

Yesterday night, I was feeling very scary and restless. And only after a proper conversation i felt a bit better. I shivered for sometime out of scare  then I started imagining myself as if I am cuddled and taken care of, and I could hear S comforting me. Saw a lovely dream as if I’m teaching my kid to talk and spell his name ‘Sonu’ and then playing with him in the beach. I dont know from where this dream came, but thanks to it, I had a very sound sleep. I didn’t realize when it was dawn. The scary night was gone and a new morning awaited for me to make a new beginning.