my subtle percepts……

In the words of Lewis Carroll – I like children… except boys.

Last night I was blessed with a beautiful incident which almost took away my ability to sleep for a night. It was dinner time almost and I picked up some Chinese and few Idlies and then got into a super market for some flour. As I was picking up things, I heard a sweet baby girl voice behind me. “Mommy mommy, Nutties Nutties……..” a baby girl mewled. Such a cute thing with her jean and a cotton white t-shirt awfully large sized for her 15 kg body, a chili bowl, fair skin and a squeaky feet. Squeak squeak, she grabbed her mother’s sari and went “Nutties Nutties mommy pleaseeee mommy”. Her mom nodded off her wish and getting that, the cute-lil-girl got a little bit disappointed but still looked nonchalant. Her mother finished her shopping and came to the line at the counter, but the girl was still staring at those chocolates in the rack. That moment, noticing that her mother was busy looking elsewhere, the girl made her move. Sneaking off to the chocolate rack by carefully placing her steps so as to not squeak and alert her mom, she grabbed as much as Nutties as she could (poor thing was able to grab only 3 with her puny lil fingers) and lurked her way back to her mom’s shopping basket. Successfully pushing in two of those chocolate bars got caught going for the third one, “mommy please mommy only one i swear…. please” (although she had already pushed in two without the knowledge of her mom, that lil devil). Her mom scolded her and asked her to return it. Like a good girl she returned it and got out of the place with her mom(of course with her favorite Nutties). All of these happened right in front of me and was so damn cute to resist. Looking at this scene, almost forgot why I came inside the supermarket in the first place.

I love baby girls.

Every minute detail of them.

Am a guy in my early twenties, trying to get all rough and evil, neglecting anything thats soft, PRETTY, pink and braw, but you know…….when you see a 3 year old with a pony tail, wearing a Pink(once again) frock running towards you, screaming “bhayyaaaaaaaaaaa” with all her milk teeth showing….. such a marvelous sight, just makes you loose it there a lil bit…

” And though I can’t guarantee there’s nothing scary hiding under your bed I’m gonna stand guard” – Paul simon

There is nothing more cherubic and supernal in this world than a relationship between a father and a daughter. If you want to completely get a sense of what a father-daughter affection is, have to observe a nuclear family like mine closely. Back then, when I was little, my sister completely took care of me. She is 3 years elder than me. All through kindergarten, I used her as my gunslinger, scaring away boys who picked up fights with me. My mother, who perfectly knew the psychology of kids by the way, always used to tell my sister “hey, your brother knows nothing about the outside world, he is immature and gullible. You stay with him all the time. You have to take care of him” and particularly she used to tell this in front of me every time, not to impose a feeling of inferiority or vulnerability on me, but to make sure we both did just fine and had no ego problems. But it came out anyway, the ego. Lets face it, take any relationship between two siblings for granted, say bro-sis, sis- bro, whichever, at one point in time somewhere around the 9th or 10th age of the younger one in the relationship, he/she will get a irrepressible need to judge the love that his/her parents are showing to the elder one or to simply say, the kid will do the “u love him/her more than me?????? well thats just crazy….here, get a piece of me” thing. I remember myself doing that in my 8th year. Made a hell lot of mess doing that. My dad had to buy me awful lot of stuffs to prove me wrong (but I was actually right). I strongly believed that there was something else, something much more special, naturalistic, pure and fun in my father’s relationship with my sister when compared to the one that I had with him. Something there. Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. I once hit a point where I was literally able to see am not treated with partiality compared to my sister, but there was something else, a factor to say, that greatly differentiated me and my sister, factor that I lacked which was the sole cause for all the differences. Feminity.

PS : the above written were too damn subtle to share with my friends, thats y i posted em here(dats wat blogs r 4 righ? )… hope i did not waste ur time…

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