It was 21st Jan 1983, doctors accurately calculated the due date. The date for my first day in this unknown world. But as you all know, I can't be on time. It's my idiosyncrasies to be late always.
Everyone is at hospital. It was a Lovely morning of 22nd Jan 1983, when the round planet Earth turned toward morning sky, whirling past darkness, spinning the night into light. "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself" but who can tell this to my dad. He was Stopping, Thinking and Walking, then Praying, Thinking and Walking, then thinking, talking and walking..... Finally 10 hr and 58 minutes late my parent blessed with a son! Nirnay, Nirnay Bansal.
My mom holds me close and whispered in my open, curving ear, "We are so glad you've come!"
And they started introducing me to many people around me. Though this was Saturday (weekend) everyone camedown to hospital. My uncles, his wife, grandma & grandpa and my uncle/aunt (Bua/Phupaji, Chacha/chachi, Nana/nane, Mausa/Mausi, Kaka/kake, Mama/mami etc etc etc)
I started crying. My dad asked, "Hey Nirnay! What happen? Aren't you happy that lot of relatives standing behind you? They are waiting to meet you from so long, they love you crazy...."
I replied, "Dad, I am sorry. But I don't know who they are, what they do, does they really love me? Do they help me fix if I did something stupid?”
I NEVER realized just how important the relatives are.
Dad replied, "But the way we grew up, families didn’t have anyone other then relatives. You have no choice other then to accept them."
Everyone is at hospital. It was a Lovely morning of 22nd Jan 1983, when the round planet Earth turned toward morning sky, whirling past darkness, spinning the night into light. "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself" but who can tell this to my dad. He was Stopping, Thinking and Walking, then Praying, Thinking and Walking, then thinking, talking and walking..... Finally 10 hr and 58 minutes late my parent blessed with a son! Nirnay, Nirnay Bansal.
My mom holds me close and whispered in my open, curving ear, "We are so glad you've come!"
And they started introducing me to many people around me. Though this was Saturday (weekend) everyone camedown to hospital. My uncles, his wife, grandma & grandpa and my uncle/aunt (Bua/Phupaji, Chacha/chachi, Nana/nane, Mausa/Mausi, Kaka/kake, Mama/mami etc etc etc)
I started crying. My dad asked, "Hey Nirnay! What happen? Aren't you happy that lot of relatives standing behind you? They are waiting to meet you from so long, they love you crazy...."
I replied, "Dad, I am sorry. But I don't know who they are, what they do, does they really love me? Do they help me fix if I did something stupid?”
I NEVER realized just how important the relatives are.
Dad replied, "But the way we grew up, families didn’t have anyone other then relatives. You have no choice other then to accept them."
I asked, "But Dad, then what I will do in this world. You gave me everything. I don't want to live then."
On my words, mom-dad gets afraid. They resigned on my innocent face and fact full question. My dad replied, "Ok my dear son, I am giving you opportunity to make a new relation with unlimited peoples, called FRIEND!!"
I asked, "What does this FRIEND means? What kind of relation is this?"
He said, "A friend is a tender shoulder on which to softly cry. A well to pour your troubles down and raise your spirits high. A friend is a hand to pull you up from darkness and despair".... "My dear son, choose your own friends, don't ever INHERIT them"
For most of my life, I knew that I was "other," not quite like everyone else. I searched for years for answers and one fine day I found that,
"Friend's Friend, are not my Friend"
Nirnay Bansal
On my words, mom-dad gets afraid. They resigned on my innocent face and fact full question. My dad replied, "Ok my dear son, I am giving you opportunity to make a new relation with unlimited peoples, called FRIEND!!"
I asked, "What does this FRIEND means? What kind of relation is this?"
He said, "A friend is a tender shoulder on which to softly cry. A well to pour your troubles down and raise your spirits high. A friend is a hand to pull you up from darkness and despair".... "My dear son, choose your own friends, don't ever INHERIT them"
For most of my life, I knew that I was "other," not quite like everyone else. I searched for years for answers and one fine day I found that,
"Friend's Friend, are not my Friend"
Nirnay Bansal
