Retro Adult...

 

Mukil, the Retro adult!

"பெறுமவற்றுள் யாமறிவது இல்லை அறிவறிந்த

மக்கட்பேறு அல்ல பிற"

- Tiruvalluvar 2000 yrs ago.

Many thanks to you all who wished Mukil, on his 18th. Appreciated.

Behaving as an astute obstetrician, I refused to heed to his mum’s labour pain the whole previous night in 2003; mocking it as a false pain. The waters broke like flash flood in the car park and even before the midwife could come to her senses, Mukil the retro, was out with his head, sprouting and thus was promptly delivered by both his dad and midwife, whilst his hapless 2 year old sister, was watching in awe. Bless him n life.

Long hours. Gleeful sleeplessness. Moronic and mundane days are ready and already; complaints; no; engulfed by gratitude.  Already a week out of 52 (1/ 52.143). Sooner it will be my birthday. Born again every day. Life is a teacher; teaching whom? 

Been 18 years, since Mukil was born this week. Mukil. “Cloud “in Tamil. Generally fine. Unpredictable. Dark and light; dry and damp; cool and hot; hot and cold. Great human. Loves life and people. Retro man. Yes. Would love anything retro and also the famous Pillayaar/Ganesha, the elephant God idols and hundreds of them in his collection. Artefacts galore. Already has he, few purposes in life. Purposeful. 

Was born in 2003; me,  3 years into my Geri training as an SR at Manchester deanery, UK. He would have born in a Hospital car park, had I not rushed his mum to delivery suite, at last minute, that morning, driving at 30 miles an hour (!) on my Nissan Primera. I was behaving as an astute obstetrician, refused to heed to his mum’s labour pain the whole previous night; mocking as “false pain”; no wonder, the waters broke like a flash flood, wetting most of the car and car park and even before the midwife’s arrival, Mukil the retro baby, was out with his head and was promptly delivered by his dad and now a clueless midwife, whilst the hapless sister, was watching with an open mouth, her brother’s arrival from a gaping vagina to the milky way galaxy.

Those were the days. Life is etched on events and then duly in memories. He went on mumbling like a 100 year old grandma, for a long time and by the time we would decipher and decode the “Rosetta mumbles”, he to our surprise and bewilderment started belting out Jackson, Queen and Oasis (his sister meanwhile compensated!). Lovely young man. Loves us all. Loves his friends. Loves his relatives. Loves his and this life. Decent and possibly a disciplined young man (!)

Not everyone is liked by everyone. Not everything is liked by everyone. Not everybody likes everything. 8 billion of us possibly have 16 billion worlds to ourselves; aren’t we?

So, Mukil bought a vintage Aiwa hifi system, recently for his dad, for 50 pounds. He wants to leave it at our Chennai villa for his dad (who bought one for himself and his relatives, way back in 1995, for 600 apiece)   to mull over when he retires; mind you, AIWA was the middle class hifi gadget and companion of UK in 90’s. The likes of , I still cherish after all these 25 years, like Mukil. 

He is also eyeing to buy a Nissan Blue Bird soon; for himself; similar to , one I owned 25 years ago. An authentic Retro he is.

Momentous, otherwise this year already has been; Rajini, the super star’s all familiar dive away from a possible plunge into bloody politics; Trump’s desecration and defilement and him walking into his own trap of Capitol Hill’s siege set by Biden; farmers dying en- masse in cold Delhi winter awaiting Darshana of demi gods; Boris Johnson messing up everything, everyone and himself  in UK; covid emerging stronger than most of us whilst bravo science and scientists, and vaccinations lighting up tunnels end .

Thank you Mukil; now the hero turned retro adult; many thanks to Nila, for a great retro party ( pic : Nila) and you all , who had wished him on his 18th. Much appreciated.

"Children with inquisitive wisdom are our actual wealth when other wealth are considered immaterial"- 

Tiruvalluvar in English.

Happy 18th Mukil.