Friday, December 14, 2007

Yours emotionally, Suba




YEAH…Young Father Relishing His Fatherhood.....

A couple of weeks back, my brother’s friend, Sagar visited Chennai for a day. His personal work consumed the entire day and so he planned the dinner and resting hours of his itinerary in my home-sweet home. By Goodness Gracious!!!! (else..I wouldn’t be writing this out…I was browsing through Google.SubaMind.com for an incident to pen down).

I am not too good in initiating a conversation but this time, I was handy…I had people with me to engage Sagar…My nonstop Appa, Nandhu and of course my mom’s vadai, idli and sambhar.

Real estates, broadband services, North and South Indian cultures, Climate Differences between north and south India were the topics touched, discussed and left as what they were….

I had been to Sagar’s house when I was in Gurgaon. Of course like most of us, he has a nuclear family. He, being the neutron, his wife, the positron and their cute little daughter, electron revolving around them (Well. ...They were around her all the time!!! ). She was christened Prachi. I was curious to know how she was doing (yeah… I initiated this conversation with no one’s help- My superconscious mind helped).

Sagar started with a beam (a glow of 100watts bulb). Just like any proud father, he narrated the little angel’s adventure during her pristine years (she must be 4 now). Having her own room, her own space in their house….No trespassing...That’s the rule lay down by the little princess. Trespassers had to hear her cry or her childish tirade (Kind of…I will tell my father…grrrrrr). Even Dear Mr.Sagar who pays the rent for the whole house had to acquire prior permission (Are girls hardwired to be teacher like???). She is going for kathak classes something that Sagar didn’t do…probably many of us didn’t do when we were her age (our parents would have feared that the rich culture of Kathak would have tarnished if we had learned it…Jus kiddin….I don’t know what might be the reason for my mother not having put me in any dance classes..Boohoo). This is how the narration went…Prachi’s every action and Sagar’s reaction and his comparison to his childhood days. Last came the words which inspired me to write this down.

It is nice to see them grow”.

- These words reflected the mind of a man who was relishing fatherhood in its every sense. He enjoyed the little girl’s naïve maturity- responsibility and possessiveness of her own things, the privacy of her own tiny world, the queen to whom her subjects (Sagar and Mrs. Sagar) would unconditionally submit. Yes!!, She was independently dependent. Yes...Sagar’s words were corpulent with pride.

He still has many years to go as decision-making responsible father and time will come when his daughter will start making her own decisions of everything around her…even her own father. She will be in complete control of her life and probably of a few more close ones. Sagar will surely wonder, ‘Is this my little angel who has grown up??-The emotion which my father is probably undergoing.

Thanks Sagar for sharing it with me….I am looking forward to write about my prince or princess soon.