It was Tuesday 05,2010 at 6:10 AM on the way to office in Bangalore on the cab watching the beauty of the empty road and the climate was just perfect and there goes a song “When I get older I will be stronger” from my pocket! Guess right, got a ring from my In-laws from Chennai, picked up the call and dumbstruck because the due date of delivery was supposed to be on 19th October, they informed me that my wife got a pain and admitted in Hospital by the time cab reached to office, I don’t know what I am suppose to do. I went to my cabin and informed my colleagues about the situation and came back to my home in Bangalore and packed my dress and opened my laptop started finding the air ticket in makemytrip, cleartrip, didn’t find one for the morning flight, frustrated then searched in IRCTC to book the train ticket which will start at 14:30 which is not going to work out, then tried to find the private bus, didn’t found one. So headed towards Shanti Nagar by the time it was 9:15 and got a call from In-laws that she delivered a boy baby. I have no words to speak I just stuck in traffic while on the way to Shanti Nagar, after waited with patience and eagerness for 9 months I lost all my patience and I desperately wanted to see my wife and then baby right away. I reached to Shanti Nagar at 11 AM and got a Tamil Nadu government bus to Chennai and it started and got the seat, little bit relieved but to my added frustration the bus driver is driving the bus like a bullock cart.
At last reached Chennai at 7 PM and reached hospital 7:45 PM and first I watched my wife and thanked got that she is fine and my eyes got wet but pretends to laugh since my parents and in-laws around then met him, it was a beautiful feeling which I don’t have words to convert it. He is 3940 mm long and 1505 mm tall, is colored white with grey eyes as if he is wearing a contact lens and with perfect features. by this time I realized that my child is not my property but he comes to this new world through me and I also said to myself that I am going to become child again, I need to learn to place myself at the same level with my child; because 99% of the time the children are more joyful than the parent, isn’t it? The movement the child enters the home we generally thinks it time to teach, teach him discipline, this or that. But to be honest it’s time to learn them once again to be alive. Unknowingly we laugh, dance, play, hiding under the table and do all those wonderful stuff in childhood which was in hibernation for years. It’s an opportunity to relearn life that we have forgotten rather than trying to teach him what is life. Let him grow according to his own will and his karmic situations. What you say?
