March 29, 2005

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  I had the weirdest dream this morning. I went to the bathroom and had a baby. And it happened really fast too.
  
  
  
  
  "What time did I go in?" I asked my mom.
  
  
  
  (The alarm rang somewhere here
  signalling 7 am and time to wakey wakey, but I defintely had to see how
  this one ended. I mean, how often would one have a sane conversation
  with the mater about labor and birthing outside of wedlock?
  
  I thought so.)
  
  
  
  
  So what time did I go in?
  
  
  
  
  Now there was a huge group of mom's and grandma's friends sitting
  around talking. But NOT about baby. Hmmm. It really seemed as though I
  was interjecting into something important.
  
  
  
  
  "Eight thirty," she turned around with a
  will-you-finish-with-the-questions-already look. What's the big deal
  about a baby anyway.
  
  
  "Eight thirty? And it's ten thirty now. So it must've been in less than
  an hour. Wow" I looked around triumphant, "It wasn't even hard."
  
  
  
  
  At this point I'm not sure where the baby was. Why I wasn't laid out on
  a chaise lounge (if nothing else) to rest with my baby in my
  arms.  Why mom and co. weren't concerned and gossiping about all
  that gone down.
  
  
  *sigh*
  
  
  So many questions.
  
  
  
  
  Come to think of  it, the rest of the dream was about my
  mathematics lectures with Gaur in undergrad. Except that from the
  classroom windows, we could see the moonlight flitering through palm
  fronds onto the beach and the water. I don't even want to take a guess
  as to where we were. Or, alternatively, where our classroom had landed.
  I'm guessing Goa cause it looked like something out of a scene from
  Jaal and the Hemant Kumar number "Yeh raat yeh chandni phir kahan."
  
  
  So beautiful.  *sigh*
  
  
  
  
  *sigh*
  
  
  
  
  Going back to the baby, it has to be tougher to get a driving license than to have a baby.
  
  
  (Ask me, I've just been trying to hang onto my license for the last ten
  years and I had a baby like that <snap fingers> in my dream.)
  
  
  
  
  But imagine. If one had to take a written and practical exam before one
  could have a child, maybe pay a $50 application fee, it would be a step
  in the road to parenthood where one could stop to think, "Do I
  really...?"
  
  
  
  
  Obviously the answer would be a wholehearted "YES" going by the number
  of babies that are born on this planet. But it might take away the obviousness
  of having a baby, the It's-something-we-must-do-to-be-a-complete-family
  part. Wishful thinking, I guess. But I'm so sick of meeting people who
  should never have been parents. A Fourteen-year-old eighth-grader and a
  Seventeen-year-old who is HIV positive... for instance.
  
  
  
  
  hmmm.
  
  
  On a different note, I seem to be getting really good at infuriating
  people. I don't think I have a friend who I haven't annoyed in the past
  week.
  
  
  Sad.
  
  
  
  
  It's time for my purple pretty tree pictures again.
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  And one of my birthday cake
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  And I got flowers
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  

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