It's a Boy!

It was cold december night in Jammu(India) in the year 1987, when the weight on the surface of mother earth increased by a few ounces. I came into the world. I was born in a normal middle- class family. My father a captain in the indian army and my mother a home-maker, i increased their happiness manyfold. Immediately after i was born, my father had to leave for routine duty, so my paternal grand-parents decided to come over and live with me.

When my grandfather first saw me, he was shocked. He said "Mera pota kaala nahi ho sakta" meaning "my grandson's complexion cant be wheatish". As i learned later, my grand parents weren't much into helping my mom raise me. They just wanted to create trouble for my mom. And i have no shame in saying that my grandmother hated my mom. She was envious of her. Maybe because my mom was beautiful, caring and loving. My maternal grandparents on the other hand were probably the happiest persons in the world when they saw me. They loved me more than anyone else but my mother.

My mother was a beautiful lady. She is beautiful even now and will be forever. But when i look at her earlier photographs, i certainly think even Aishwarya and Sushmita would have been no match for my mom if she had gone into the movies. She was obviously very happy to have me in her arms, cuddling and caring for me.

As i hear now, since i was born in the night, i was nocturnal from the beginning. I made it very troublesome for my mom, since she had to stay awake to make sure that i slept properly. I also hear that i used to sleep instantly when she kept her hands on my ears, which usually is the trait of a goat. So i was called a "memna" (a goat's young one).