My neighbourhood granny was possessive about baby Sunita. I used to pinch the baby on her chubby cheeks and run away to college. One day when I tried the trick, the old lady poured hot water on my hands. I stared at her and she warned she would pour hot water on my face too. Grrr.
My younger daughter was a tough infant. She will refuse to sleep. My wife had started working as a teacher and hence forced me to baby-sit most of the time. Add to this, my duty hours in the newspaper were mostly evenings.
One day, the grocery man delivered the goods and advised me: “Your wife, poor lady, is so hardworking. You are always sitting at home. Why don’t you try and get a job?” The man always delivered the goods in the morning hours and hence thought I was jobless.
To make my daughter sleep, I would often invent my own songs, one of which was Jo jo jo jo ju ji ma, chella kutti (dear one) joo ji ma. Hey, don’t ask me the meaning. It’s just a lullaby. But it often created problems with my neighbour. The Malayali aunty would come rushing, “Stop braying. I feel sleepy and I have lots of work.”
My elder daughter was more cooperative as an infant. All I had to do was give her a pinch. She would cry for two minutes and then fall asleep. To think that she is now doing her PG.
OMG, am I that old?