Across Mumbai

Second post in the same day. Mama is excited. Hope this goes longer than expected.

After spending 4 days in the hospital we transfered to your naani's place at Purandare Park, Dadar. This place is a whole lot different from the more up class western suburban Powai we stay. Dadar is in central mumbai and Purandare park is in Hindu colony, home to more quintessential Maharashtrians than any other community.

Juxtaposed to the commercial Dadar T.T circle, Bus stops and flyover, environment here is more noisy than our silver crest. The horns and jarrs of the constant traffic on the adjacent flyover, the shouts of the vendormen (the bhajeewalaas, raddiwalas, bangarwala, etc).

Leave aside the constant tv cricket commentary, songs and dramatic dialogues of the serials, loud sneezes and mixie noises that clam the Jayaram household.

All this was affecting me more than you at that point of time as you spent time in sweet oblivion of your own.

A photo from the balcony of Naani's house.

That fateful day.

Such a long time for the next post, 'Mama, was I keeping you busy?'. Sure I could use that excuse, but to be frank, I was just lazy and out of ideas.

Ira, let's just start. You were born as you know on the 9th of November, 2010.

You gave me 9 months of hassle free time while you grew, rested and wriggled inside me. Hope I did not trouble you much with my stress at work and running around for Vrunda maasi's wedding.

You would love to know that Papa and I both so badly wanted a daughter. For some reason, we don't know. Frankly, I think boys are boring. (As you must have figured that out by now:)). Hope you do not have a brother by now who is reading this. (Wink)

It was a day after we (Papa and me) were in splits watching Golmaal 3. I laughed so hard, probably causing you to come sooner. You were slated to arrive on 14th or 16th Nov.

The hospital was Hiranandani, Powai.

You started giving mommy indications (aka pain) early morning around 2.30 am. But came only later during the day. In our Silver Crest house at Raheja Vihar, Chandivali, I oscillated between your 'tired from work' sleepy papa to the yesterday arrived 'snoring' naani. I watched some Bollywood songs (what else) on tv to feel better.

When the doctor announced ' It's a girl' at 1.35 pm, I was in tears. I was too exhausted and maybe overwhelmed to react in any other way:). We (me and you beta, and how can I forget Papa) were in a filmy situation.'Maa aur bacche, dono ki jaan khatre main hai.' Of course while I was sedated and you were in process of making an entry into our world, Papa was carrying a mountain of tension and standing outside the operation theatre.

Your 'the day snap', how you looked on day 1.:) . That is mama chequered hospital gown.

God, look at your tiny hands.

P.S: Your Papa was saying, that the title of this post might not have a positive connotation, but mama researched to back it up. Please notice the 4th point has gone obsolete.

fate·ful (-fəl)

adjective

1. revealing what is to come; prophetic
2. having important consequences; significant; decisive
3. controlled as if by fate
4. OBSOLETE bringing death or destruction

I am sure you have brought many important consequences by now and not any MAJOR 'destruction'.:)

You've Got Me..

Sorry Ira, I am still ideating. I do not want to create the regular 'oh so cute' blog nor do I want to make it short of anything you probably want it to be. It's tough. Don't want to create something of a bubble which will burst soon.

Things running through my mind. (You should know your mom is a scatterbrain.)

' Should it have like a daily commentary'

' Should it have the firsts, first laugh, first coo, etc'

' Should i write poetry for you or will that bore you'

' Should i just create nice geography lessons..for you to learn' how off track is that!

' Should i give you details.. of your family tree and stuff like that'

' Should i have pictures , but then i don't want strangers eyeing.'

'Should i write like i am writing to a 10 year old, is that too early..should i keep this a gift for the 15th birthday'

Oh, I am confused. But you are Ira.. you are special. I want to make this wonderful for you.

Will words be any good to describe the joy you bring to our lives.

For starters 'We love you' , Papa and I.