Sweet Child O' Mine

Prologue
I was unable to contribute to the blogosphere since last summer (somwhere in Mar/April) due to the disconnection of my BSNL Broadband services. According to them, I was the defaulter as I didn't care about the bills. However, what could I do since I have never received the billing certificate. Whatever, its been a hectic season then, and since then I felt like a fish out of water with no cyber activities. Fortunately now I am able to browse at the speed of snail thanks to Reliance Webworld. I felt a million times to write an article or two for my blog, but as stated before my connection is like wait till you rot and hence I never did. Well, now things changed and I will do what I have to do. To Blog or not to blog? To blog.
Into the subject


Time goes on and so is life. If life goes on and if we are true human, then matrimony is inevitable. And thus, Mrs. Morgoth came into the picture last April unofficially. Even though, our marriage was against the regular norm of the Church, the Almighty Father is however, merciful and blessed me with a son as the firstborn in the month of Nov. Now, I am a true father, no longer an ordinary specimem of a homo sapiens but a responsible parent. I could no longer booze and fags like a college fellows. According to our tradition, I am a real man now. If a man gets just a wife, he's still not regarded as a man. Neither is he regarded as a real man if he got just daughter and not the other sex. However, if his wife bore him a son especially as the firstborn, then he is definitely male(remember the old punchline of Bajaj Pulsar)
Love @ first sight

I never believed in Love at first sight. But when my little angel ascended onto me, I do. Why? I do not have an adequate answer for that. Why does God chose the Israelites as his nation? Was it because they were better than the others? No. Was it because the fear God? No. No there is no reason at all. God chose them because he did. Thats exactly what came in my mind when my junior see this world. Why did I love him? I love him because I have to. Its the only reason why I am here in this planet.
The big irony with me is that, before I dread infant. I had this phobia during childhood while watching some horror flicks in which the antagonist was an infant zombie. The memory remains throughout my life and I not only dare to touch newborn infant but also scare to look at them. But when that infant is from my own seed, thing changed and the impossible become possible. These days, I keep limiting my hours for work and other activities and spent more and more hours with him which even create jealousy from the mother. Now, I guess I really understand what is a mother love. This had created a great awareness for me in my work for punishment of my students. Previously I used to peform corporal punishment in a way or two. But, now I am unable to undergo such treatment as I saw my students with the eyes of their parents. Thank you God for doing this.
Parenting

I may feel a bit courageous to write something regarding parenting as my kid is just a few months old. But then, now matter how old is your offspring you are a parent nonetheless, so who cares!! This is the subject in which I had no formal education nor informal too. But nature is kind and I am beginning to believe in the saying "Necessity is the mother of invention" Yes, without learning I adjust myself according to the latest development day by day. I aint shy to state that I hadn't perform what most Mizo people will say Thaibawi work.(washing infant clothes drenched with excreta etc). Its not because I am considering myself machismo or manly. Its because I do not believe that external cleanliness is next to godliness.
Nevertheless there are hell lotta work to do other than such handiwork. I prided myself in making lullaby for my son. There are times, endless times when my spouse is unable to put the baby to sleep. In fact, I am the one who do the job 90% or above. How did I do? You will never believe this.
I tried different tactics and strategies. I started with rocking the cradle. Failed. Singing a lullaby live. Failed. Tried classical compositions like Beethoven, Mozart etc. Failed. Hindi filmi. Failed. Then, one day I try with the famous chorus : Hallelujah (Handel). It was a partial success. But my victory came on the second week from its birth. How? With Rock and Roll. I find its hard to believe myself. I tried with a few numbers from one of the greatest rock band on earth Guns N Roses. I was shocked and at the same time relieved when my boy went to a deep and peaceful sleep when the riffs, solos and lyrics of the multi-platinum single Sweet Child O Mine was played. Maybe he envisioned himself as the sweet child. I do not know. He didn;t like the other tracks like November Rain, Don't Cry or Civil War, but with Sweet Child O Mine, he poses no problem for the family at all. Since then, whenever he started crying, I keep playing the track in my cellphone Music Player or whatever is available nearby.
I have read many articles regarding responses of music by plants, animals and infant. But most writers and researchers claimed that sweet classical(western & Indian) music is the positive one in developing the living tissues. But, my boy prefer the harmonious solos and riffs of ROCK.

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