It's a girl!

Ok.. It's not really a girl. At least I don't know yet, though I'm hoping it will be. It makes me mad that I don't know because I feel handicapped. Do I buy a pink cradle and rosy-hued baby things or not? When I see all those little girly things hanging temptingly at baby stores and am forced to pick the more gender-neutral white, red, orange and yellow stuff, my heart aches a wee bit.

All who know me personally and well, know that I don't let Ken eat strawberry cakes or shakes. And he had a blue car cake for his birthday last year. They understand what a serious issue this is for me.

Does 10 years make a Generation Gap?

Is it a regular feature for values to undergo a complete change every ten years? I am unsure. I always thought of 20-25 years as an acceptable time-frame for a value-metamorphoses. I mean, we think quite differently from our parents. That has been happening for aeons now. But sometimes there are these big upheavals – like the “right to free speech” cum “anti-segregation” cum flower-power thingy in the US in the 50s and 60s. And then the change was not between parent and child, so much as between those who grew up when the cause was acceptable and those who fought to make it acceptable.

Sometimes the 1990s seem that kind of a turning point for India.

I shall not explain.

No apologies. No explanations. I know it's been a long while. I didn't feel a lot like writing. Now I feel like writing again. Simple as that. On a sabbatical from work. Sabbatical sounds academic and nice. Like I'm going to do something creative. A book. A new theory that turns the world's current belief system in a new direction. Anyway, at least I'll be adding a hitherto unexisting human being to the gene pool. Probably that will account for something.

What on earth will I do with myself for one year? As long as the hiatus was for an unspecified period ranging from a fortnight to possibly a month, I was fine. Greedy for more. The extra month's break was like a welcome bonus. Now it's almost final. One year.