deviousways

Never realised that becoming a parent is going change the way I look at the world. And the people in it. And more importantly, the paediatricians doctoring it! We go to a doc who runs a small clinic in our area. She's a Coorg, very practical and a mother of two herself. She also remembers the names of her regulars. Her little patients, I mean. Which is, I've discovered, very important to me.Knowing that she knows lil C by name, makes me trust her more. Coz it shows she takes the trouble to keep track of the babies she treats. A while ago, we went to another doc, in another part of town. He's a big shot in the little childrens'-doctor-business. Has a big consultation above his home in a posh part of town. He also gets the poshest clients--upperclass nicely-dressed women with nicely-dressed children in tow. With him, you need to book an appointment at least a day or two in advance. First time we met, he commented on lil C's unusual name, told us an anecdote, made us l...

My days are lelllo and booo, filled with beez, peopled with kakas, bebes and kets (or miaaows, if you prefer). And when there's durdda, it's only frightening if it's really, really, close and loud. Else, it's to be enjoyed and soaked in. Not just in any old, sedate manner, either. The joy must be shouted out--to the treetops, who cares if the neighbours hear and wonder if we're losing our marbles?! Not baby, anyway. Being with him, is like learning to love the small things, all over again. Who knew that an ordinary razor can transform into an endearing "dayzur" or that my old cellphone charger could become a shurzha? His world is full of strange sights and sounds. The rain is to be loved, totally, completely; the breeze embraced--tiny face alight, eyes shining, arms and legs reaching out. Cats are to be waved at, so what if they merely stare back like obelisks? And who knew colours could speak? Yellows are so much more interesting as lelllo, blue...