My son

And he is finally here. He is no more a bump in P's anatomy, a dream that I once dreamt, a blessing that I yearned to be blessed with but my very own son. I am very smug about this, its a fact that no one that can take away from me and one I am exceptionally proud about. I don't admit to the fact that this has changed my life completely however I have noticed that my priorities have changed. I suspect the life changing moments will come. I had already decided well before I thought about becoming a father that I would like to bear witness to my children being born. That experience was perhaps life changing. Its hard to express in words what I went through however I remember that it was very clear and the whole process was very decisive but it also felt like waiting for long distance Indian train to arrive. Spiritual is another word that I am tempted to use except that this was very real. Perhaps it was poignant reminder of where I started. My first thoughts at seeing my son were also peculiar. The delivery room felt strangely transformed into a Stanley Kubrik movie setting and my son being the center of attraction. I remember the light was dim, it was cloudy outside and my son looked strangely alien. A face I could not recognize, a long head , curls that shone, bluish green skin and eyes that you could die for. However the most enigmatic part, he was quiet. Not a peep from him. It was as if he was not afraid and we were all teriffied. Till we touched him. This I had not expected. I thought my son would come out loud and boisterous. And yes one more detail struck me however I did not understand the context till a few days later. His name had to be Jai.