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Thursday, May 27, 2010


Week 32 :

They say the baby can dream now. He has been listening to sounds for a while. I wonder what he dreams of? Does he dream of familiar sounds? I wonder at the awe he will feel when he feels the sun upon his face and the wind in his hair for the first time. I wonder what will cross his mind when he sees the ocean for the first time or when he puts out his little hand and feels a drop of rain from the sky.

Baby's World

I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's very own world.
I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops
down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows.
Those who make believe to be dumb, and look as if they never
could move, come creeping to his window with their stories and with
trays crowded with bright toys.
I wish I could travel by the road that crosses baby's mind,
and out beyond all bounds;
Where messengers run errands for no cause between the kingdoms
of kings of no history;
Where Reason makes kites of her laws and flies them, the Truth
sets Fact free from its fetters.

-Rabindranath Tagore

Thursday, May 13, 2010

31 Years, 10 Weeks and The Evil Eye

31 Years - Of being Amma's baby !

10 Weeks - And my life will actually never be the same again.

I don't want to say much this time.

This poem is for Mowgli and his Pattis and above all, dedicated to my own.

The Evil Eye

Beware Mowgli! of the Lurking One,
For it is cunning and sly
It preys on all things good and kind
It is the Evil Eye.

It has been everywhere and moves unseen,
Since the days of yore.
I heard it first from my own Patti,
And it is no village lore.

It listens to every happy sound
On smiles it claims a stake.
If you were ever caught between,
You would rather trust the Snake.

It follows no rules and obeys no law
So listen to your Patti's advice
Blow no trumpet to announce your joys
For that attracts the Evil Eye.

You are so small and innocent,
So far from the worldly wise
The hidden perils in smiling too much
You hardly realize !

Soon you will grow big and strong,
Ready to shout your battle-cry.
Do not worry for until then,
Patti will fight the Evil Eye.

She has a secret weapon,
As only Pattis do and must
Its a magical thing called Faith
So in her, place your trust.

So beware little Mowgli,
And be safe, little child.
It is a wild, cruel thing
Called the Evil Eye.

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

The Third Trimester

Mowgli and I have made it to the third and last installment of the story of our birth. no, its not a type. It is the story of our birth, because with Mowgli, I will be born again. The precious baby of the family will become Mommy. :).

The transition so far has been seamless. However I do panic from time to time.
Whats on my mind:
* I really want to get the second bedroom ready. Warm and cozy. More for Mowgli's Patti than Mowgli himself :). I can't wait for her to get here. I wish Siya and jachi could be here too.
* I have wonderful wonderful friends who make it all look soo easy and natural :) that what I need for Mowgli is the least of my worries.
* Thrice the joys cannot account for the one that should have been. The one person I want in that labor room is my own Patti.
* I have decided to skip the birthing classes. Coolboy says, Cool!.
* I often look at Coolboy and wish Mowgli is just like him. Of all the years I have known him, I think I have fallen in love with him in the last few weeks all over again.
Coolboy says, Cool!
* I am finally gaining weight at a pound a week. Doc is happy. I want Mowgli to be a nice big healthy baby but I want to have to lose as little weight as possible later. Its a tricky situation and one that I have no control over. Well also that I thought I would obsess more about my weight considering how hard i worked to lose it in the first place, but it turns out its one of those things thats on the bottom of the priority list right now. So the mantra really is relax and indulge :) !
* I find I have suddenly developed a sweet craving or sorts. Coolboy is in charge of making sure I don't over do it. I cheat him by eating candy at work :) instead of my apple sometimes :)!!!

Life is good with Mowgli on his way.

PS: Junnu asks "Chitthi can you come and stay with me in my house for a thousand days?". Thousand is probably as large a number as his 3.5 year old brain can count. I want to hug him forever. I cant wait for Mowgli to meet him, the boy who made me realize how precious it is to be mommy.