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My Sun Child, Now …


Alert! Long rambling smitten post ahead 😀 Well, it began to write itself last year, but is going online only this year. If you know how much I love to ramble on, I’m sure you will understand when I say this – Reader discretion advised 😀

Many years ago, in 1981, precisely, I’d written about my sun child, one of the very very first rambles that came through me. I’ve done that one threadbare, just about, on this blog, and myother one, A Quest :D. Today, thirty three years after having written that, when I sit down to read it again (I can never tire of the magic it speaks to me 😀 ! I’m biased of course 😀 ), I wonder at some parts of it, which are so so so very him, and some, I think I shall have to re-word for today, the 12th of April. His birthday. Arjun’s of course 🙂 Let’s get to it. Perhaps you’d like to have the original to compare? Click here. And please keep it open to see how it has grown 😀

[Note: Arjun, for whom this is 🙂 was born way after that ’81 write, in ”85.  The miracle is the write itself, how it came, and how  Arjun came to be just like this, esp. as a baby, and a young boy 🙂 🙂 Talk of anticipation :)]

This version goes thus 😀 (April, 2013, please note, when he was busy with a one-year training course)

(His favourite red colour shows the change from the original 😀 )

Sleepy eyes slowly coming to wakefulness
Recognition slowly dawning on his face-
His lips quirk in a semblance of a smile-
And at a shot, he’s out of bed,
toddling around in wondrous rapture.

Sleepy eyes screwed tightly shut

A scowl slowly dawning on his face-

His lips pout, his angelic expression lost-

At a shot, his fist has connected with you,

And you’re left seeing stars!

(This is legend, according to his coursemates, at NDA, and later in the Navy,who have lived to tell the tale, after trying to wake him up! 😛 ).

(4 April, 2014– And just a couple of days ago, he mentioned how his little daughter refused to get up, even with so much of nudging – I gleefully told him that she’s taken after her Dad! 😛 😛 )

His eyes are lit up by the streaking sunbeams he tries to catch-
Vivid at the sight of the riot of colour in the garden-
Tender when he sees a little bird or his
Little kitten purring at his feet.
His diamond eyes never lose their sparkle-
Because he’s a sun child!

His eyes are lit up when visions of Chicken appear
Vivid at the sight online flea market bargains
Tender when he sees his Chinnu begging to be scratched 🙂
His diamond eyes never lose their sparkle-
Because he’s a sun child!

His peal of laughter rings around- Its music to my ears:
It’s enough to bring roof down, too, most times 😀
His gurgle of laughter fills me with a consuming sense of happiness and elation-
Because he’s mine!
Ah! I now have company 🙂 His very own Parukutty 😛 And his darling little fairy of a daughter, Naina, aka Pari, aka Kunji  aka Chutki 🙂

Kunju with his Kunji :)

Kunju with his Kunji 🙂

After watching the crimson-gold sun go down
with a curiousness that nothing can surpass,
he nestles close to me;
And with a satisfied sigh,
his eyelids shut, to capture within
The sun in his hands, and the stars all his to play with;
To frolic with angels in Heaven;
To know every joy of nature.

Now it goes thus:

When the sun goes down, he wakes up 🙂
Readies himself with snack and fruit, 
Fires up laptop, TV on the side
Perhaps a book, and always mindful
There’s pile to study, analyse, write, DO!
His eyelids shut, while he’s on the go
Homework left, project to complete
To dream, he’s off… 🙂 Sigh. Let’s let him be!

And more (4 April, 2014)

When the sun goes down, he sings, he cooes
He tells stories, of how, once upon a sometime
He’d be wide-eyed at stories
He runs around, efficient, doting daddy he is
Changing nappies, singing lullabies
Oh my, a dream come true for him
As he dreams in his sleep of his little fairy
Playing with him 🙂 🙂
‘Cuz, The world’s all his and so am I For he’s my Sun Child!

Ahem. He’s OUR Sun Child (Paru’s and mine 🙂 ), and he now has a Sun Child of his very own 🙂




11 April, 2013.

I’m still amazed by this write, and he is all of that what has been written in the ’81 piece. However, the little baby grew up, still tender-hearted about animals especially, still a bundle of energy, still one to hold dreams, and he did grow up to be someone I’m still darned proud of. Not without mischief though. And certainly not without all the interesting adventures that angelic kids have when they discover less angelic things to do, others than coo and smile 😛 And Arjun, well, he was a revelation! What do I say of him?

How he would charm each and every passerby as he sat on the doorstep of his grandparents home, while we were on holiday, in Kerala. He was barely two, but he knew each and every ‘Maami’s’ name as they passed. And each morning he’d ask them the same thing. “Annamaami evideya pona?” (Annamaami, where are you going?”) And she’d reply, “Ambalathilekk” (To the temple) The next day, he’s ask the same Maami the same question. Seriously. And smile when she answered. Kids!!! All of them were wonderfully patient with him!

How he would pester his grandparents – his paternal, when he was with them, especially his taciturn Paternal Grandfather, who’d speak only a little – to tell him stories. He’d want lonnngggg ones. And so Achchan would rely on the Ramayana, and the Mahabharatha. I tell you, he simply would not sleep, but listen wide-eyed, and interested. And finally the story teller would most likely be snoring 🙂 No one escaped his demand for stories. And when his father would narrate the ‘Adakkapakshi’ story (the story of the bird who lost her eggs in a bamboo thicket and asked for help to recover it), he’d add interesting details like, the carpenter couldn’t help because he was making a cot, or the pigeon could not because he had to attend a Bank Interview at Bank of India. LOL. Those were tales 😀 And Arjun would pick each nuance up. He still does. He narrates the most wonderful made up stories. I must get him to compile them.

How he threw a heavy heavy steel iron box out of my parents’ 4th floor Cuffe Parade flat, one fine morning. He was about three. Luckily  no one was below, or anywhere near. We’d have had a very very juvenile offender in the family then!

He then proceeded to take a couple of my aunts, an uncle, on a merry up-and-down-ride in the lift, pressing buttons like crazy, clapping and jumping in glee 😀 You’d have to understand that travelling in a lift, as it is, is not a happy thing for some. It can be anxiety ridden. And here was this little … well, words fail me… playing the fool. He was just about three, and the others were supposed to be bringing him home after attending my elder brother’s wedding reception. Instead he gave them a ride of their life. The nutcase! 😀

As he grew, he became a voracious reader. That much has been a given. Both his parents, his grandparents are all deeply voracious readers, so he had too, as well. This idea was put to test with the younger one, who simply would NOT READ books. It has always remained a mystery how that could be! He did make up for it, as he gradually got interested, after Jeffery Archer’s “Prisoner of Birth” happened. He’s making up for lost time whenever he gets time. The only problem being he does not get any time at all. Well that’s a story for August 😀

Arjun has had a particular affinity for mother earth. No no no, lest you misunderstand me, I meant he likes to be close to her. As in falling. As in somehow making contact in a painful way and then spraining, breaking limbs. Well, not limbs, leg. The same leg, about 2 and a half times. He still runs, and I still have to figure out how he does it. He’s got a thick skull too. A fall off a horse; several-hug-mother-earth kinds as well 😛 , when he was little, hitting his head, getting stitches over his left eye… well, he has been there, and done that. It worries me, all the time, this affinity he has to scrapes and stuff. I guess I’ll always worry!

The way I’m writing now it seems like I’m going to have a biography down here. As it is, if you’ve managed to read this far, you’re bleary eyed, so I should give you a break 🙂 I need  to write again, the next year too, dont I?

That was on 11 April, 2013 😀

This here is 4 April, 2014. 😀

This post was set aside because, as is always the case, words slithered down thought strings (like this – click! ) and made me do a separate post last year! This! (click click!)

And this here is 11 April, 2014, the final touches to this year’s celebration 🙂

What that write happened, last year, this post was relegated to the drafts section. But, you see, this one’s on Arjun, the first born, totaal Arien, and even the post has that unputdownable quality of his, which is his USP. It had to surface and return, triumphantly like the proverbial prodigal son. 😀

Unputdownable. I’ve said that already, I know. Crazy, yet one of sanest people I know 🙂 Committed. Fierce friend. (Oxymoron maybe, but I don’t know how to put it different 😀 ) A partner in all senses of the word, in any endeavour 🙂 A caring husband, a doting father. A Sun. Indeed, who shines so much love into all our lives as well 🙂

A little boy at heart, as he always will be, I know, growing himself up with his little daughter!

I’ve reached that point where my heart is overwhelmed. What do I wish more, than love, life, joy and happiness for him, lots of sleep (hee heee heeee… 😛 ), lots of chicken and fish, lots of happy times, and the most especially the warmth and togetherness of his family, his Parukutty, his Naina, and the rest of the gang!

Love you Arjun. More than you could ever know. All of us.

God Bless. Always.

11 April, 2014, for 12 April, 2014

Blog Tradition here has posts celebrating loved ones  🙂 Arjun’s, are here in these years. If you aren’t yet exhausted by this one, perhaps you’d like to read them? 😛 Click on the year, and be zapped further 😀

2011, and this 2011 again!
And more if you just click HERE 🙂

Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

9 thoughts on “My Sun Child, Now …

  1. What a post! Simply WOW! Many many happy returns of the day Arjun. This post oozes with a mother’s pride. I have seen that pride for years now.. A tight hug Usha ma’am 🙂

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  2. it was simply amazing aunty …. and happy birthday to arjun …. can’t wait to meet all of u …. you, murali, pratibha, naina…. may that May come soon ….

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  3. Wow…I’m overwhelmed, ma’am…


    Birthday wishes to your son from a fellow Arien! 😀

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  4. Your post reminded me of my amma’s take on my childhood – some that make you go “aww…” and a lot more that make you go “ohh!!” 😀
    Oh and btw, absolutely loved those pics of daddy, mommy and kunji!! My muah to that cutie pie kunjoooshh ❤ Looking fwd to a lot more posts on what she is upto these days. Oh and a shot of kunji with her achamma too pleeej!
    P.S: Like Arjun chettan, I am an ardent earth-lover too. The fact that I am on ‘eda..poda..’ terms with my orthopaedist verifies it. *smug smile* But my ammamma says I shouldn’t advertise that particular piece of trivia – apparently, it’ll interfere with me getting a ‘nalla bandham’ 😀

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