The Godfather

It was the dawn of a new day... but for one chosen soul, someone, somewhere, it was more like, "The Don of the next generation". A big responsibility on my wide shoulders.... My mother let me in on the secret with instructions in a hush covert tone, "I'm NOT supposed to tell you, so ACT surprised when they tell you". The next day was witness to one of the finest acting performances in all of NeverLand; a performance that would give Vito Corleone a run for his black money or Shahrukh Khan for that matter. Wait!!! it would be blasphemous to even consider Shahrukh Khan in the same ranks of the 'Godfather'.

As Mario Puzo etched his rational, "Italians have a little joke, that the world is so hard a man must have two fathers to look after him, and thats why they have godfathers." :-)

What do I do with the weight of the new world on my shoulders ?
Well I have to put cotton in my mouth, breathe heavily, and talk slowly and err give him bigger gifts on his b'days.... that’s what my godmother used to do for me.... :-) minus the freak show that is.... On a more serious note its more of having a moral role in the upbringing of the child... but then again you can have a role even if you are not the godparent... or you can choose to have no role even if you are... it depends on the person... Its more of tradition...


Reactions from my friends on my new found status:
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yeah .. he's a bad example for the kid :) and definitely dont tell him u go to church every sunday .. he'll wonder what u've been doing there for so many years ;)

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I hope next time i see alistair, he is not walking like marlon brando, or talking in a coarse voice with cigar ...

About guiding the child well..., Alistair i don't have high hopes from you... 27 yrs of virgin existence without a mate (or have had met anyone even once); how will you even show your face to the next generation, the fading veneration, the shame, the disgrace, ohh.... you better get doing sth soon before your nephew does it, I mean he does look smart... You can never be sure of this next generation, so before he makes a figurative 'mamu' out of you (or all of us), you (we) better...

I am scared already... damn it before i get more competition eating into already extinct class of good girls...., I better get 'doing' something about it...

yes almost forgot..., Congratulations.

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PS: relax : fairer sex has been kept out of loop for a reason, to save our pure (heck i hate this word) souls and self-respect (not that it has done any good to us till now) from the disgrace.

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alistair ? godfather ? hmmm... behind every successful software engineer, there is a crime... which one's yours ?

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I guess my sister made me godfather so that I can enlighten him about the mistakes I've been making.... sob sob.... atleast he will learn from my follies.... sob sob....

Baby's day out

I'm an uncle :-) My sister natasha delivered a baby boy today early morning..... 7+ pounds, nice and chubby... It was 3:35 am sydney time… yesterday night my time... 11 ish… So I'm wondering if we should celebrate "Baby's Day Out" on the 17th or the 18th of Oct.

Natasha started inducing labor 17 hours before that with the help of some drips... Was on the phone whole day yesterday before the delivery…. Started from early morning… my BIL Kyron called me up at 6 am and told me, "Anytime soon!!!"… throughout the day was calling up delhi, pune, nagpur, sydney…. Everyone scattered everywhere….. Phones are nice little gadgets... had to wait till 11 pm…

finally it boiled down to forceps or a caesarian... the latter winning by a knife's edge....

I must remember to wish my sis Natasha on May 1st :-) For the uninitiated its 'labour' day :-) 17 hours!!!!!

btw... mother and child are doing fine.... i.e. my mother :-)
The little chap was making funny faces….

Who does he look like… well news from the front is that he looked like my other sister sonali at first….. then he had chinky eyes like me (when I was young) this morning…. Maybe my cheeks were too fat and they pushed up against my eyes…

My mom tells me I was 7++ pounds when I touched ground…. And then the nurses forgot to clean me properly and left some placenta on me… then there were ants all over me…. When I was 3-4 ish I walked into an ant hill in pune and stood there… and ants bit me everywhere…. did I mention RED ants!!! all over my body!!! I must tell you its not a nice feeling… I thought it was sand or maybe I just followed that little girl in it :-) well what can I say, some learn young!!! the things I did… can’t remember my motives but I’m sure they were just :-) well to think of it, it was cute, in a juvenile sort of way :-) Cute!!!! Nope!!! Juvenile!!! YES!!! I spent 2-3 weeks after that with these big red itchy patches all over my body… hmmm… well as I said, some learn young!!!

Who's choice is it anyway ?

"We are the choices that we make"

Yet another friend, Ashu, bit the dust the other day. I was out with AJ and Bala to satiate our hunger, and our conversation drifted to the topic. Bala reiterated his subconscious, adopting an air of self imposed tranquility, his words resonating with his current lifestyle, "I'm single by choice".

AJ, whose reputation for one liners precedes him, one liners that have stood the test of time usually conforming to reality, gaining friends and foes along the way depending on how you look at them; shot back through the brimming smile on his face, with a crisp, subtle, sarcastic, yet friendly one, "Who's choice".