Unfazed Raptures of a Candescent Adolescence

Imagine, am penning this, sorry (blogging this), after 21 months of this little one's arrival. Not that we ( me and wife - Ajju) do not have time, not that we do not have a heart for babies, not anythignelse, but the best part is - that no time is enough with babies. Aryan arrived on the 24th calender day of the January month in the year 2005, the year in which Shilpa got married (peddakka's pedda ammayi), the year which completes 6 full years of our marriage(remind me to talk about his magical phenomena a little later), the year in which I came across the best part of my nurtures life, completed 40 summers, moving into that age where everything is you do, say, see, swear, narrate is 40+. Sucks, as I am hardly 40+, am still into my early or max. late 20s. Have a lot of unfulfilled dreams which keep navigating themselves back and forth into my virtual life....what am I talking? Ya! I remember, Aryan guy came into this world with a lot of enthusiasm, I was waiting outside in the corridor of that small & safe hospital of Dr. Surya Ramakrishna (not a male), and my sis-in-law comes yelling out of the operation theatre, "it's a boy, it's a boy", and shakes my hand. Not that I was expecting a boy or prayed for one, but seriously asking I was expecting a girl to bless my fate which had been on the floor for the last two decades. Then could not think beyond that once I've seen this tiny fleshy fledgling towered by the towel in which he was nugged into, with tiny pads(hands), and a li'l bigger leggies(legs). Not much visibility on his face to claim he resembles one of us, but certainlyheads from a real bright royal line of babies. This, because, he had the best eyes(which I noticed later on), and the best hair ( no hair like his grand father).

Growing up for this baby wasn't easy as he is born into a family where a little fickledom rules(being a cross between a sudra & a brahman), which could not be helped at all. This was the beginning of that stage called baby-kingdom, where everything is according with him, everthing is according to his timings, he sleeps, we sleep, he eats and sleeps, then we eat, he plays, we try to look around to doze off for a few minutes at least, he cries, we wonder, he pukes, we still wonder, he drinks milk(off his mommy), we stare in awe, he dawdles around on the bed, we blink with a surprise.....goes on. The family of the mother rules the roost as the father's family is a little weak being away from all the fun during the process of his growth in his mother's womb. Mother (mine) was not a very helpful one though she got us married and then sent us away into the finer part of this globe where she was sure we would not survive and that we will come back home. Fate has it that we kept going against the currents, swimming in odd weathers. All this while, the only kept us going was the way we met, the way we got married, the way we sweared to fight it out...this did not dether us and our commitment towards each other. This kept us on and on (this is a part of our marriage story)......aryan was growing up to be a healthy-not-so baby.