Dirty Dadu

 

Dirty Dadu

 

Gloom had enveloped the Home; my youngest sister-in-law had left for her heavenly abode surrendering to His wishes fighting manly battle long enough, her presence was in every nook and corner, silence prevailed like Dark at night; no topics to discuss, no talk, no laughter, everything had converted itself to silence: suddenly shrill loud enough broke that emptiness; some thought it was burst of sorrowful feelings by someone others felt it was a pain with the child: a young couple came running recognizing it the weeping voice of their child; everybody was astonished that nothing harsh had happened.

 

They analyzed the situation, a few minutes before the child had gone to another room after pausing a program on TV, by the time came back someone had changed the channel, it was blind guess what she had paused; many efforts made with no success to resume the paused one. Shrill did not stop rather it became louder, many faces had gone pale, eyebrows up and cheeks down, I knew I was the culprit, afraid of every face but kept quiet for sometime ultimately confessed the mischief. Baby’s Dad-A Software Telecom Expert was also blank; intelligent enough to tackle, brought some Roti Roll child favorite; silence returned shrill disappeared; seigh  of relief, Baby  got engrossed in another program, Baby intelligent and sharp enough, understood who was the culprit: efforts of inadvertence did not convince her: termed me “Dirty Dadu”, took the first bite inside, chewing stopped, viewing continued undivided with apt attention, Baby’s Dad with all politeness at his command; said “please chew”, chew started, Dad was happy she had the second bite: do not know whether it was addiction or intoxication: certainly bad: perhaps a necessity for parents busy somewhere else in a alien land with no maids and away from the native place and parents and grandparents too, with green pastures of high Pound/Dollar Rupee conversion rate, perhaps a culture there.   

 

I was interested to befriend with the Baby to wash away my sin, so asked her Dad to plead with the child on my behalf: it took almost three days for the project when the Baby did not allow me to have  eye contact; firstly she said “Dadu” and subsequently “Good   Dadu”: I felt relieved of the crime I had committed: gave me mental satisfaction of having got it done.

 

See the change from Chunchuna, Rattle Toys, Balls, Tricycles, Dolls, Bats, Cricket sets, kitchen sets, Whistle, Flute, Cotton Toys,  to modern out of the world toy the MOBILE Smart Phones always on and connected, they know Hot Spots, Internet, WI-FI and the charger, with specs too common and no physical effort but gadgets  galore. Albert Einstein had predicted this change almost a century before.   

 

(Dedicated to Ayomi my little sweet child)