Cashew nut

November 13th 2014, Pappa's private blog:

Important day yesterday. First glimpse. 1.2 inches, cashew nut.

Today: 

'I stopped writing on this blog since 2011. WTF is this cashew nut post? Let me check it out.'

'Whoa!'

The Pansy

Becoming a father has turned me into a Pansy. 

I used to be someone who had learnt not to give a F*** about the world. I was just able to dissociate from all the tragedies / misfortunes of human kind, accept them as a matter of fact, destiny, or not in my backyard not my problem, turn away from them, and go on living my life. 

Having a child completely changes this indifference. The Brussels attacks, or the JNU controversy, or the Deonar fire now matter. But what has also started mattering is things like 8 puppies killed by annoyed woman, and 35 year old bank employee knocked down by train dies.

I almost teared up reading these things, last week my eyes watered when I happened to watch just one scene from KKKG. 

WTF is wrong with me? I wasn't like this. I can't even use hormones or mood swings or PPD as excuses because unlike Missus, I've not done any of the heavy lifting that she has and is still doing. 

I need to stop reading Times of India during lunch or find some other way to keep my devilish mind productively occupied.

In other news, Beckett and Missus are visiting Naana & Naani (maternal grandparents) over the long Holi, Good Friday, Easter weekend.

Happy Holi everyone and Condolences on Good Friday. 

Backlog

The Wolverine: Retractable claws. Scratched faces. Shavings of skin under tiny nails. Need I say anything more?

Vocabulary: BAE, Valhalla, Bappa, Mamma, Mum Mum, A ha ha h  

Gestures: Nope Nope Nope, Bye Bye, Hooman - I'm happy to see you back within the realm of my kingdom. 

Beckett Cartoons

True Story

Dude, hurry up, get the wet wipes! Its a code yellow!

I'm getting them, but why the rush?

The New Zealand national anthem is playing. Ours will immediately follow. And I'll have to stand up. Need to finish cleaning her before that.

Okay Okay. I'm coming.

(15 seconds later, having barely accomplished the mission)

It's starting, It's starting. Hold her, Hold her. I still have the dirty wet wipe in my hand. 

(Jana Gana Mana playing in the background)

Atman Anil Pandya! Don't hold her like that! Don't be a Jackass! I cleaned her properly. You please hold her properly.

Arrgghhh... (I'm never having children!)

(Beckett: Screw you Kiwis! I pooped during your National Anthem!)

Big Weekend

So Beckett had a big weekend. She did / learned the following things:

1. Getting inside a swimming pool: The water was a bit cold and the pool was more than twice as deep as she was tall. But contrary to what we thought, she took to the water like, what else, a guppy and enjoyed a brief, but fun little swim with Pappa. No crying, no panic. Lot of wonder and amazement followed by 'This is great. Let's do this one more time.'

2. Crawling: The search of the ever illusive shiny cell phone took her from one end of the bed to the other and after valiantly battling insurmountable pillows and dangerously strewn bed sheets and treacherously soft mattresses, she did manage to culminate her epic quest finally in possession of her precious quarry. The video of her effort is just amazing to watch.

3. Eating outside food and drinking non boiled water: Pappa goofed up and forgot her bag and as a result she had to eat Hotel food and drink bottled water. But she managed both the things effortlessly.

4. Pappa in Sun Glasses: This was the first time she saw me in sun glasses and got thoroughly scared and confused. Refused to come to me for a good 5 minutes before she realized that the man behind the glasses was still Dad and not a menacing mafioso.

She was also overwhelmed to see so many people wanting to play with her (very much like The Lady in Red), and very sportingly acknowledged everyone who greeted her with a smile or if she was really happy to meet someone gave out an excited little shriek (Mogambo Khush Hua type).