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I have spilled quite a lot of beans about the second-born in many a previous blog and yet here I am again to write more about him. The second born aka the blue-eyed boy was born on a bright sunny morning on this same day years ago at the Military Hospital in Trivandrum. The blue-eyed bit is no metaphor. When he was born the second-born had blue-gray eyes that surprised both the Lord and Master and I with both of us going, ‘Aahhh looks like one of your family members in some distant past had transgressed!’ Snigger snigger. Of course it was moi doing more of the sniggering and pulling the L & M’ s already long legs while he stuck to rolling of eyes and smiling good-naturedly. I had to eat my words soon afterwards when a cousin of mine gave birth to a daughter with the same blue-gray eyes! Oh well. Anyways, the blue eyes of the second born, a topic of discussion wherever we went, it being so unusual, turned gradually to light brown in later years and now remains stable at that lighter shade of brown.
The arrival of the brand new baby, a brother as per his wishes (‘someone to play cricket with’), thrilled the first-born no end. Brought over to the hospital as soon as school got over, he stood there, a look of pure bliss on his face. “He looks so cute!” had been his verdict which I am sure he had reason to revise a number of times in subsequent years, especially when the second-born donned the mantle of ‘Terminator’ as far as his toys were concerned.
A baby with a mind of his own was the junior son. He knew what he wanted to do, what to eat, what to wear. He even wanted us to do things his way. At two he would wait outside the bathroom with a t-shirt for his Dad and follow him around asking him to wear it. Dad of course couldn’t oblige, the Indian Army being strict about what their officers wear when on duty. He had a reason for requesting Dad dear to wear the shirt of his choice. He had gotten it into his little head that if Dad wore a t-shirt he would stay back home. Each time his appeal was rejected, he would come to the kitchen where I’d be busy making breakfast, bawling his heart out at this apparent callousness of the pater and wave chubby accusatory fingers at his ‘recalcitrant’ Dad.
He liked milk. Well, liked is a too mild term. He lovvvvved milk. He just couldn’t wait to have his glass of milk. He would sit impatiently on top of the dining table watching me cool the milk and chant, ‘La-la paachi, la-la paachi, paachi la-la.’ Don’t ask me what that means, just some term his crazy mom came up with for milk (paal in Malayalam) and sang to entertain him while he waited. While cooling the milk, I used to move the hot glass of milk between my palms and my finger-ring used to make a ‘tik tik’ sound. It so happened that one day I was not wearing my ring. But what is pachi lala without the tik tik sound?? Would it be pachi lala at all?? The junior son insisted and in no uncertain terms that I simply had to make the tik tik sound! So I had to go find my ring and then go tik tik before he would drink the lala paachi.
Being the youngest in the family and always being asked to obey the rest cramped his style a lot. He was at least okay with having to obey his parents (of course he had no choice, what with a Hitler Mom around) as he found his elder brother also doing the same. What bugged the poor fellow the most was being asked to obey the elder brother! When he had been littler, he would imitate me and scold his elder brother in his baby language. ,But as he grew older I told him categorically that he couldn’t scold his brother or order him around. Instead he as the younger one, was expected to respect and listen to his elder brother. After many such repeated attempts in teaching him his place in the scheme of things, one day, he came right back at me with,
“Okay. But after many years when I am bigger and older to him, I will be the elder brother and then he has to obey me!”
Irrefutable logic, what??!
He was crazy about (still is into) games. Cricket and basket ball (he was in both school teams) were his favorite games till he left school. He had a lot of friends who would be waiting for him after school and would come looking for him if he was even a little bit late. He just about managed to finish his homework before shooting out of the door and making straight for the playground. Even his holidays were spent in coaching classes and such for which he never minded getting up early.
Spats with the elder brother became common years down the line. Take a sensitive second-born, add a teasing first-born and disaster is what a mom has on her hands, especially when the second-born thinks he is (or should be) equal in all respects to the first-born and the first born himself thinks he is juvenile enough for fights with the much younger second born. I played referee in their shouting matches, not that it did any good.
Somewhere along the way as they grew, the Hitler role was discarded by me as it rightly should be by every parent. Sadly some of them make it a life long profession of it, not realizing how absurd and silly it looks and how inconvenient it is to all concerned. Anyways, soon, with the first-born having moved away from home and the L & M working at a different city, it was just the second-born and me at home and boy did we start acting crazy or what?? We scrapped each other on Orkut and messaged each other on Yahoo sitting in adjacent rooms.
We laughed and acted silly and didn’t care what the world thought. Well that’s not the absolute truth. I laughed and acted silly and he didn’t mind it that much and laughed with me. But the point is he also started treating me and teasing me like he would a sister. It seems amazing to me that the little son who didn’t care if his Mom was ill but would insist that she get up and attend to him has now grown up and is taking care of her! Of course technically he is still under our care as he is still a student ….and today is his birthday.
Happy Birthday son!
It is unfortunate that I am back home today instead of having one more day of fun with you, a continuation of what we have been having the past couple of days painting Bangalore in our own colors. But moms cannot have too much fun. Sigh. Sons have classes to attend, assignments to do, tests to take and the teachers are not going to look too kindly on those moms who take their students away from all that hard work. Besides, the Mom’s purse also got empty. So the Mom had to reluctantly bid the son and Bengaluru adieu for the time being with promises to return later with her energy and purse replenished to whisk the son away from the task-masters at college for more fun. Till then the Mom too better do some work, for all play and no work makes a woman (man too, in case you were wondering) unhealthy, un-wealthy and unwise, as the famous adage by Shail Mohan goes.
sam said:
Happy bday Vishakh! 🙂
Me: Thanks Samvit…….. And thanks for posting this for me!!
hitchwriter said:
Happy Birthday to him… !! seriously I gotta get my mom to start writing if not start writing a blog…
I m sure he loved reading this post !!!!! 😀 😀 😀 its REALLY Beautiful !!
Me: Thank you, thank you, thank you Hitch. Yeah Dhiren how about coming up with a blog about all your antics as a kid?? Your maother says and you turn it into a blog for us to read! 🙂
DeeAnne said:
Happiest of birthdays to the Younger (but no lessor) Son!
Second born is nothing but history…. The love in the heart is always equal!
Me: Thanks DeeAnne! 🙂 Love in the heart is of course equal 🙂
gauri said:
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. There are two very lucky sons somewhere out there.
Always a pleasure to read your pieces, Shail! 🙂 God bless you all…a very happy birthday to him 🙂
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Me: Aww thanks Gauri. You are too kind! But actually I am going to point out this comment to the
monkeyssons 😀Nivedita said:
Wow..yet another Bday wish from Proud mommy to sonny dear!! Must say..it was so nice!!
Happy Bday Vishak (if you are reading this),I wanted to wish you..but i didnt have ur contact number….have a great year ahead!
Me: Thank you Nivedita 🙂
Vivekb said:
Happy Birthday to Vishakh..
PS: My name is Vivek. My younger bro’s name is Vishakh! Coincidence!? 🙂 [And the hot milk glass getting rolled in hand with tik tik sounds.. is very familiar :)]
Me: Oh wow!! What a coincidence!! Lol, so you guys too had tik tik milk??! 😆
sakhi said:
😆 at all the antics 😀
Happy birthday to him!! I am sure he would have loved to read this post! 😀 😀
Me: Thanks Sakhi. He has read the post and loves it! ..has even linked it from his FB page for his friends. 🙂
Monika said:
what a heartfelt and lovely post…
happy birthday to him…
Me: Thanks Monika for that heartfelt comment. 🙂
Deeps said:
headed straight to your page the minute I saw your comment!
Many Many Happy Returns of the day to Vishakh!
Me: Thanks Deeps! 🙂
Dreamer said:
A belated Happy Birthday to your son! He’s a Scorpio eh? No wonder you had your hands full! Such a wonderful and warm post 🙂
Me: Lol, yeah a Scorpio keeps you on your toes! 🙂 Thank you!
Deeps said:
Fantastic post,Shail. laughed my heart out at the la la paachi story!!
once again a very happy birthday to the blue-eyed boy 😀
Me: Now lala pachi is sung for the dog! Boys have all outgrown lala pachi! 😛 Thanks Deeps!
Happy Kitten said:
Happy birthday to your second born…
How well you write and straight from the heart too…
Me: Thank you so much Happy Kitten for the wishes and the comment! 🙂
Basanta said:
Happy birthday my blue-eyed friend!
And what a great post! Every word is carrying a great mother. I am sure he is very very proud of you.
Me: Thank you Basanta for the comment and the wishes. 🙂
prerna said:
Lovely post, straight from a mother’s heart.As a mother I can relate to every word that you have written. Belated happy birthday and lots of good wishes to your second born.
Me: Welcome and thanks Prerna for the comment and your wishes! 🙂
Phoenixritu said:
Lovely. Second borns when they grow up, grow so paternal towards their parents. I am noticing that in my home too. It is lovely.
Happy birthday Shail’s Kid#2
Me: Thanks for the wishes Ritu. You are right about second-borns becoming paternal.
indianhomemaker said:
A very Happy Birthday to the blue eyed (now a stable light brown) boy 🙂
Me: Thanks IHM 🙂
indianhomemaker said:
Lovely, lovely post… scrapping each other from adjacent rooms, and laughing, acting silly … I can so relate to all this. Children become such fun as they grow up!!
“Okay. But after many years when I am bigger and older to him, I will be the elder brother and then he has to obey me!” This is so sweet and adorable!! My son believed this too!
Love the famous adage by Shail Mohan 🙂
Me: Ahh you too do the scrapping and messaging bit?? 😆 And acting silly! 😛 Lol. Yeah, about the adage. Of course blogging comes under the category of ‘work’! 😛 😉
Thanks IHM
pallavi said:
Happy Birthday!! Such a lovely birthday gift, Shail. Your children are so lucky to have you!!
Me: Awwww… thank you Pal! *blushing at the praise*
Bob Hoff said:
Yes, Happy Birthday, Vishakh, and many more.
What a wonderful present for son junior for you to recount details of his life as a tot and to publicly express your love for him and in your inimitable writing style to boot. Your love for your sons and vice-versa is wonderful, as is the joy of your family in each other
I enjoyed the Bangalore pix in connection with this post. The pix allow us to see how the young Vishakh has evolved into a young man.
BTW, I guess that I missed it. How old is he now?
Another great job of writing, HRP.
Me: Thanks you thank you thank you Bob! 😀 I haven’t mentioned it in my post. But he is now 20.
Ganga said:
Awww…that was lovely, Shail! Hitler to sister…that sounds so nice and that’s one tough transition to make 🙂
Me: Ohh it rhymes, ‘Hitler to sister’ !!
Hitler to sister
Now ain’t that cool, mister!
From sister to Hitler
Sure would have been a disaster!
Lol I know that’s poor, but couldn’t help it. 😛 😆
Thank you Ganga!!
Vivek said:
Lovely blog shaila.
Me: Thank you Vivek 🙂
Santulan said:
Nicety! Happy birthday (belated) to you
Me: Thanks Hrishi! 🙂
Santulan said:
you=sb in the previous
Me: Okay, got it!! 🙂
oldmonk said:
Belated birthday wishes to the younger one. The post is really nostalgic.
Me: Thank you Oldmonk! Yes it was a trip down memory lane. 🙂
Vivekb said:
Yes of course.. 🙂
Me: Okay 🙂
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Usha said:
Happy Birthday Vishakh… 🙂
Shail such a heartwarming piece this one is 🙂 And the joy of it is that you have lived through this, as have your little ones (!!!) , and having it here, in this virtual world, brings more of it, the joy, as we share in it too 🙂
Havnt read much in detail, as I am rushing off to school… have only skimmed… need to scan later :D!!!
See u later 🙂
Shail said:
@Usha,
Thank you Usha 🙂 Yeah we are able to share in the virtual world and double and triple the joy 🙂 Waiting for you to come back 🙂
DeeAnne said:
Happy birthday again, Vishakh… another year has passed but I am certain that the emotions written here still apply!
Shail said:
@DeeAnne,
Yes it does! 🙂 Thank you DeeAnne!!
Aswathy said:
Happy Bday to the second born!!!
I can imagine how he would have loved this post more than any other gift .
Here I am reliving what you went thru years ago. Sometimes I want them to be grown up so fast so that I can at least take a breath if not relax. But then that would also mean they go away to follow their own lives !!
My eyes have become very sensitive and so minimum computer these days 😦
Shail said:
@Aswathy,
Thank you for the wishes 🙂 I am happy that they are grown up, really! 😉 Hehehe…
Take care of your eyes, Aswathy!
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Bhakti said:
Happiest birthday to him 😀
I second Gauri 🙂
shail said:
Thank you! 😀
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