Posts Tagged ‘babies’

Minnal Shaffer, 190108

January 19, 2017

In front of the waving grasses in an urban park
Facing the calm waters
Lies a small brick, upon the ground,
That carries your name.
O dear one, my firstborn’s firstborn,
You went away before you even came into this world.
Souls of great ones, our scriptures say,
Do not have long to spend on this earth.
Coccooned within your mother,
You had very little time.
But you were here long enough
For us to love, remember, and cherish you.
You remind us how every live birth,
Every normal child,
Is nothing short of several miracles.
You were a lightning flash that touched our lives;
But,like lighnting, you had great power
To open our eyes to the fragility of life.
Your home in our hearts is eternal,
As is that of every being whose lifespan is small.

June 18, 2014

It was Sunday, and I was leaving for Linkoping in the afternoon….so we decided (after clearing up a lot of ticketing mess) to go for a nice ramble, with a picnic lunch.

We started by watching this young

WHITE WAGTAIL:

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Next, we watched a flock of

TITS (Blue or Great? the debate rages between Sumana and me)

foraging:

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and sitting on the trees…

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A

BLACKBIRD

showed itself in the leaf-litter:

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A

FIELDFARE

turned over the leaf-litter in typical Thrush fashion.

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I spotted Cupid, out in the spring sunshine:

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I realized that I was not the only one watching the birds:

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He then stepped out of hiding, that black beauty:

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Even “pests” look beautiful sometimes!

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I love the way tourists and cyclists are given importance:

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I did feel welcome!

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We chose a spot near a magnificient pile:

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Family photography began happening:

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Lunch was not fast enough for some people:

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A healthy, yummy dessert!

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Having seen Cupid, it was appropriate that I look up into the sky, and saw this sunbow and the arrow of a jet contrail:

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Quite aptly, too, there were star-crossed clouds!

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Advik, whom I have christened Laddu Kumar, was looking particularly sweet.

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We came back home, I finished my packing, and Deepak *lugged* my luggage all the way to the bus stop…but that’s the next post!

Goteborg walkabout and tramabout, 120614

June 15, 2014

Sumana gave Advik his food:

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And then we went off to see the sights!

The first creature to meet me was this

HOODED CROW:

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Which strutted about as if the world was monochrome:

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Buttercups spangled the grass with shiny gold:

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Advik was, of course, happy to be out:

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So was his mother!

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We took a tram and went past Liseburg Amusement Park:

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We saw the Goteborg Museum:

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(No point in being indoors on such a glorious day!)

We went to the Asian Store to pick up a few items:

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I enjoyed watching the trams, having grown up in a city (Kolkata) where trams still run. Some are wheelchair and stroller-friendly, some are not:

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I enjoyed looking at the building facades:

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We went to the mouth of the Gothia River, where the Opera House is:

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A festooned ship was berthed

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near the “Lipstick” building:

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There was kayaking too:

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Advik found himself in the hands of the Grand-ma-fia:

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He didn’t seem too unhappy, though:

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There were Mallards in the water:

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Common Gulls were, well, common:

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As were Herring Gulls:

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and Black-headed Gulls:

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Their tails made such a pretty pattern!
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they were mewling:

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they were bathing:

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They may be common and pests, but they are still beautiful!

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More ornate buildings caught my eye:

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With details:

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The Germanic word for travel always cracks me up:

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A nearby mall, Nordstan, was festive:

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Street musicians were “busking”:

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Some people’s goodness shines out of their eyes:

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the town square was lovely:

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I saw sea-horses in the air:

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and a man on a horse:

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Jackdaws were at the water’s edge:

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There was love in the air:

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Flowers on the ground:

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There were children in the air, too!

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The sky and clouds looked lovely:

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I watched two opponents, frozen in animosity:

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We passed a beautiful theatre:

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Vigettes spotted out of the tram window:

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A Hummer as a taxi! The ultimate in consumerism:

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Some pretty wildflowers grew by the paths:

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This is for Father’s Day, which is today:

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There are wild strawberries in the Vastare’s garden:

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That was my first experience of Goteborg (pronounced yothebUri) stad (pronounced shtAt):

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The first haircut, 160314

March 17, 2014

AM writes:

Today my little baby transformed shockingly into someone else. The head shaving ritual served me a spiritual lesson regarding the mortal body in multiple ways. Hair gives our bodies a significant amount of identity and character. Without any, my little guy seems shockingly different, even to the mother whose body he is still a part of. As he glanced into the mirror I saw surprise in his eyes, but there was also a disarmingly fast acceptance. As though he has a much easier time disengaging from the attachment to our specific familiarity with earthly “clothes”. I am not able to articulate my lesson today. I have a sense of loss for the mischievous little baby whose wispy, soft hair frequently enhanced his mischievous eyes by hiding them. And in that loss is the voice of God trying to tell me about the body being a utilitarian vessel, a vehicle of the soul (Side note: with hair – Acura, without – Scion XB). Hair loss through age, or treatment of a disease also seem to speak to me about the fragility of what we embrace as the manifestation of a person. It locks and limits

read the wiki entry
the spirit to that particular look. Picture every birthing center and maternity ward as a runway for the fashion designer Gods in charge of birth (most of them), and your soul is forever zipped into whatever was in vogue the week that you were born. I find myself disturbed that I am not more connected to the spirit of my own son. Perhaps that is why I was drawn to today’s actions, so as to invite myself to recalibrate.
The Wiki says: “In Hindu tradition, the hair from birth is associated with undesirable traits from past lives. Thus at the time of the mundan, the child is freshly shaven to signify freedom from the past and moving into the future. It is also said that the shaving of the hair stimulates proper growth of the brain and nerves, and that the sikha, a tuft at the crown of the head, protects the memory.”

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Brother’s bucket bath!

February 19, 2014

I’d posted

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about KTB’s (and other creatures’) baths….here’s KTB’s brother, The Booda, having HIS bath!

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Children and water are always affinities…

Two “mothers” and a baby, Nandi Hills, 070214

February 7, 2014

I often notice that two, and sometimes three, female Bonnet Macaques join together to care for a baby. This morning, at the Nursery area in Nandi Hills, I watched these two females. The one on the right is the “actual” mother; you can see the afterbirth, still, around her tail.

The baby is still wet from the birth and looks quite rat-like. The two seem to be checking him out. Surprisingly, with such a tender little one to care for, they were both sitting on the ground, right out in the open. I must google whether monkeys give birth on trees or on the ground…

The experience awed me…it was one of many wonderful things we saw, Kamal and I, this morning, at Nandi Hills.

Ahmedabad…and St.Louis….

December 13, 2013

I took the train to Ahmedabad, and am attending KM’s IIM class Ruby reunion (It’s called CSB…Chaalis Saal Baad).

My Airtel mobile internet connection AND my BSNL dongle both don’t work here. So I can’t use my laptop, or upload photos….I am typing this from my friend Kalpana’s office, in Thaltej.

Tomorrow, we are visiting the

Sun Temple in Modhera

(click on the link to read more about an amazing temple!)

It’s fun to meet up with old friends (the group has been meeting regularly with families since 1984, so we are very close)….but meanwhile I received this photo of my little Booda and his bib:

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and this one of the early adoption of the habit of raiding the fridge:

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I’m missing the children far more than I thought I would…..

Our own natural and supernatural creatures…

October 27, 2013

Our witches need a break, too!

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And our personal St.Louis lion comes with his own warning:

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Am off on a long journey, far away from these two, in a short while…

Cyclone Kalyan, 171013, STL

October 17, 2013

Anyone who’s taken care of an active baby will empathize with this!

How demanding can a baby be? STL, 270913

September 27, 2013

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I was playing with him, putting a small “tika” on his forehead, before his bath. He batted my hand, and the eyebrow pencil’s mark fell on the space between his nose and mouth. I simply fell about laughing…and very wickedly, completed the unintentional mustache before I took him in to his bath, and washed it off.

I should be very contrite…my poor litte imp…but I simply cannot stop loffing!