But when there's a new member in the family, u cant escape it. Kids (As i was discussing with Madam M yde) are like poop machines.. They can poop their intestines out. But what an awesome life these kids live. All they do is eat-sleep-poop-pause-poop more and repeat. The life that any guy will kill for (minus the poop-ing bit of it)
However, when Harsh was born (i'm bad at dates) about 3 years ago-i was asked by Chachi to hold him and make him grow like me. I agree that from my posts i give out the vibes of being a supremely sexist-rudist-chauvinist; I dnt say that i'm not; but i "look" deceptive. (Madam M affirms)
However, when Chachi was delivering the baby I was with my dearest Chachu. For some Dad's are the cash M/Cs; for me it was Chachu. Dearest Chachu was very cool and calm and he was'nt moving up and down the corridor-I was... I was staring at the sky looking for the stork to bring in the kid.
As soon as the nurse brought Harsh wrapped in a clean, white cloth, I asked Chachu “I didn’t see any stork coming…how did the baby come?” What followed after that was another male-bee-meets-female bee story.
I being a hardcore Calvin n Hobbes fan, suffer from a high dosage of super heroes. However I still believe that my cousin is a super hero.
My suspicion was triggered when I realized that he enjoyed spending time in the balcony – isn’t that the favourite spot of all our super heroes? Have you ever seen a super hero use the door to leave or enter the house? They always use the balcony!
As if that wasn’t enough, he has got amazing eyesight. Capable of spotting even the smallest of dirt – something that average people like you and me wouldn’t even spot on the floor. I have a feeling, he is honing his skill.. Everyday we were forced to remove at least 5-6 small items that he put in his mouth. He could gnaw the smallest element of plastic in the plastic ball. Put a titanium pen to shame by biting the head of it. (I wonder if i can get him to open my beer bottles)
Harsh could also crawl into any space – even the six inch space between our treadmill and the wall – and come out unscathed. When I tried to do the same, I got stuck and we had to call the fire fighters.
Now that he has learnt to stand by himself, he spends a lot of time standing against walls…trying to feel the surface. He probably wants to scale them….and is feeling the texture of the wall. He is also seen licking the surface…guess that’s how the superheroes decide on which trick to use to scale a wall.
When I tried to play with him, he kept on waving his hands up and down…and then looks at his palm…as if something that was to come out of his palms…wasn’t coming. A web, perhaps. When he isn’t looking at his palms, he enjoys making strands of her saliva and playing with them.
After seeing all these activities, we have confirmed that he is indeed a superhero in the making….and now are debating which superhero he would grow up to be. We couldn’t arrive at a decision till late last night (Saturday) when Chachu spotted a spider biting his on her exposed thighs. Or was it the cockroach... It should be the roach.
Another C-Man in the making. Good! I have company now !
When he started going to his prep-school he used to hate I-Cards. All Superheroes want to be anonymous. He would rip the i-card apart with the shirt pocket. Because i was doing my MBA-Chachi asked me a managerial question. 'How can i stop him from doing this?' Like all MBA students I did not have an answer but confused the hell of her :D (When u cant explain-confuse. When u cant confuse-Run). I thought hard. I had a solution finally after rattling with my bean-sized brain.
He now goes to school, with his i-card still on. But at his back. The only student with his i-card on his back.
Awesome. (That was for me) That's called out-of the-box thinking.
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