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Tuesday, 5 July 2011
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Tuesday, 12 April 2011
Light A Candle
How does this make advertisement you feel?
Angry?
Frustrated?
Sad?
Disgusted?
All of the above?
.
.
.
.
.
.
What does this make you do next?
Light a Candle?
I'm hoping it does!
Light A Candle
How does this make advertisement you feel?
Angry?
Frustrated?
Sad?
Disgusted?
All of the above?
.
.
.
.
.
.
What does this make you do next?
Light a Candle?
I'm hoping it does!
Tuesday, 5 April 2011
I Say A Little Prayer For You
Whenever a child is born, there are certain traditions that the lucky family carries out so as to ensure the child physical, emotional, mental and spiritual well being as he proceeds through life. Some people have the baby suckle on honey before the first time he or she drinks the mother's milk, which is actually pretty dangerous. There is another tradition of not allowing the mother to leave the baby's side for a period of forty days no matter whatever is going on around her so as to allow the necessary bond to form between the two. A very common tradition that no matter what religion a person belongs to is of offering a special prayer just for the child. This tradition is generally performed by the entire family and anybody who wishes to imparts their blessing as well can join. I make sure I always join if I can and if I can't in cases where the new born is not in Pakistan I make sure to offer a special prayer for him or her.
Just yesterday I was blessed with a nephew. I have previously mentioned his sister and my niece in my blog during the time I was committed to Nathan. After our break-up, she was one of the few things that brought a smile to my face. While the baby was born in America, as they have immigrated - the new born's paternal grandmother is still living in Pakistan with her other son. She organized the prayer as per our tradition and I just had to take part in it.
Now I really haven't asked my cousins or my parents that exactly what do you ask in the mentioned prayers. It seems obvious what you need to ask for - the over all well being of the new born. My take on the said tradition has been slightly different since the past five years or so. Yeah, I do pray and I do wish the little one the best with all my heart. But when praying I am very specific about my prayer.
"If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself!", one of the many things my awesome mom keeps driving into my thick skull. So while everybody is saying their prayers I add this little part to mine.
"Please do not have this child face the same hardships and issues that I have faced through my life. I want her/him to grow in peace and never feel that he/she is an abomination that is to be ridiculed and hated by the society. Don't ever have him/her stand at the edge of the roof thinking to just end it for once and all. Don't ever do this to her/him. I can forgive You for everything that I have endured but I will not forgive You if this child has to endure what I have."
I know my prayer sounds cold. Probably alot of you will feel that my prayer is highly inappropriate, especially those who support my confidence for my sexuality. However I have to make it clear that getting to this place where I am now, was no easy task. There have been alot of hard decisions that I have made which people close to me would also have to endure eventually because of me. I may even get disowned if my dad ever comes to know about it. It's not something people would like to know about their child. It's hard enough for us to conquer the feelings of guilt, shame and anger in the first place, then to help our parents and other loved ones get over them. It takes more than just blood, sweat and tears!
Nobody really understands it. We are brought up in a society that not only accepts and promotes heterosexuality but also insists on coupling. Being homosexual is wrong. Being single is not acceptable. We are wrapped in several layers of mentality that tells us that we need to find a mate of the opposite gender and then under the blessings of our parents we are to enter the matrimonial bliss with the said person. Nothing wrong in that if you're straight. But for those who are not attracted to be opposite gender, there starts a whole new process in which we strip ourselves off these expectations and demands if we want to live in peace. It's like having a very painful tattoo removed that you didn't even want in the first place. It hurts as we strip it off ourselves piece by piece, but if we are to live in peace then we have to. We come out to a few close contacts - most probably family and have some people walk out on us. It hurts more than anything in the world from those who have been shunned by their own kin for not being normal. Many who are considering it fear of rejection from their families. Who would really want that?
Most people I know would say 'No!' in a second if it was up to them. However it's not our choice and as aptly put by Lady Gaga - Baby, I was born this way!
I have yet to see any signs of homosexuality in any of my nieces or nephews except for one, but I'm not entirely sure about him yet. I think he would be 8 years old right now and I met him two years ago on my summer trip to America. He clearly had alot of toys, however his favorite toy was his elder sister's doll pram which he was constantly pushing all around his neighborhood in the evening when we were all outside. Maybe I'm reading too much into this but I had a slight inclination that he just might be gay. That night when I went to sleep, he kept flashing across my mind again and again. I felt like crying my heart out and screaming at God, however I didn't. Not only because it would have woken up everybody in the house but also I really would not be able to explain to anybody the cause of my extremely strange behavior.
The next day, his father who is my cousin wanted to take some pictures but in every picture he wanted to pose with the pram. When his father grabbed the pram to pull it away from the child, he would not let go and raised a huge tantrum. The father won in the end but from the help of his wife who placated the child by explaining to him that if he wants to hold a toy he can hold his Batman action figure and only girls look good pushing doll prams. He agreed to let go of the pram but he didn't smile in any of the pictures we took. Says alot don't you think?
He still has a long way to go before he reaches his teens and probably realizes about himself. I don't even know if at that point I should help him or not. At one side, I do want to help him so that he doesn't want to go through it alone. But if my fears are indeed true and if he at any point mentions about me to his parents it would definitely create a rift between their family and mine. The said kid's grandfather and my own father are blood brother, infact his other son happens to be the grandfather of my very awesome nephew Bilal.
Why does life have to be so darn freak'in difficult? Why do I have to make some complicated choices? I wish I could turn a blind eye to all this but I can't. I just can't!
FML!
My prayers go out to all my nephews and nieces. May you all be born straight and live happy lives!
Just yesterday I was blessed with a nephew. I have previously mentioned his sister and my niece in my blog during the time I was committed to Nathan. After our break-up, she was one of the few things that brought a smile to my face. While the baby was born in America, as they have immigrated - the new born's paternal grandmother is still living in Pakistan with her other son. She organized the prayer as per our tradition and I just had to take part in it.
Now I really haven't asked my cousins or my parents that exactly what do you ask in the mentioned prayers. It seems obvious what you need to ask for - the over all well being of the new born. My take on the said tradition has been slightly different since the past five years or so. Yeah, I do pray and I do wish the little one the best with all my heart. But when praying I am very specific about my prayer.
"If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself!", one of the many things my awesome mom keeps driving into my thick skull. So while everybody is saying their prayers I add this little part to mine.
"Please do not have this child face the same hardships and issues that I have faced through my life. I want her/him to grow in peace and never feel that he/she is an abomination that is to be ridiculed and hated by the society. Don't ever have him/her stand at the edge of the roof thinking to just end it for once and all. Don't ever do this to her/him. I can forgive You for everything that I have endured but I will not forgive You if this child has to endure what I have."
I know my prayer sounds cold. Probably alot of you will feel that my prayer is highly inappropriate, especially those who support my confidence for my sexuality. However I have to make it clear that getting to this place where I am now, was no easy task. There have been alot of hard decisions that I have made which people close to me would also have to endure eventually because of me. I may even get disowned if my dad ever comes to know about it. It's not something people would like to know about their child. It's hard enough for us to conquer the feelings of guilt, shame and anger in the first place, then to help our parents and other loved ones get over them. It takes more than just blood, sweat and tears!
Nobody really understands it. We are brought up in a society that not only accepts and promotes heterosexuality but also insists on coupling. Being homosexual is wrong. Being single is not acceptable. We are wrapped in several layers of mentality that tells us that we need to find a mate of the opposite gender and then under the blessings of our parents we are to enter the matrimonial bliss with the said person. Nothing wrong in that if you're straight. But for those who are not attracted to be opposite gender, there starts a whole new process in which we strip ourselves off these expectations and demands if we want to live in peace. It's like having a very painful tattoo removed that you didn't even want in the first place. It hurts as we strip it off ourselves piece by piece, but if we are to live in peace then we have to. We come out to a few close contacts - most probably family and have some people walk out on us. It hurts more than anything in the world from those who have been shunned by their own kin for not being normal. Many who are considering it fear of rejection from their families. Who would really want that?
Most people I know would say 'No!' in a second if it was up to them. However it's not our choice and as aptly put by Lady Gaga - Baby, I was born this way!
I have yet to see any signs of homosexuality in any of my nieces or nephews except for one, but I'm not entirely sure about him yet. I think he would be 8 years old right now and I met him two years ago on my summer trip to America. He clearly had alot of toys, however his favorite toy was his elder sister's doll pram which he was constantly pushing all around his neighborhood in the evening when we were all outside. Maybe I'm reading too much into this but I had a slight inclination that he just might be gay. That night when I went to sleep, he kept flashing across my mind again and again. I felt like crying my heart out and screaming at God, however I didn't. Not only because it would have woken up everybody in the house but also I really would not be able to explain to anybody the cause of my extremely strange behavior.
The next day, his father who is my cousin wanted to take some pictures but in every picture he wanted to pose with the pram. When his father grabbed the pram to pull it away from the child, he would not let go and raised a huge tantrum. The father won in the end but from the help of his wife who placated the child by explaining to him that if he wants to hold a toy he can hold his Batman action figure and only girls look good pushing doll prams. He agreed to let go of the pram but he didn't smile in any of the pictures we took. Says alot don't you think?
He still has a long way to go before he reaches his teens and probably realizes about himself. I don't even know if at that point I should help him or not. At one side, I do want to help him so that he doesn't want to go through it alone. But if my fears are indeed true and if he at any point mentions about me to his parents it would definitely create a rift between their family and mine. The said kid's grandfather and my own father are blood brother, infact his other son happens to be the grandfather of my very awesome nephew Bilal.
Why does life have to be so darn freak'in difficult? Why do I have to make some complicated choices? I wish I could turn a blind eye to all this but I can't. I just can't!
FML!
My prayers go out to all my nephews and nieces. May you all be born straight and live happy lives!
I Say A Little Prayer For You
Whenever a child is born, there are certain traditions that the lucky family carries out so as to ensure the child physical, emotional, mental and spiritual well being as he proceeds through life. Some people have the baby suckle on honey before the first time he or she drinks the mother's milk, which is actually pretty dangerous. There is another tradition of not allowing the mother to leave the baby's side for a period of forty days no matter whatever is going on around her so as to allow the necessary bond to form between the two. A very common tradition that no matter what religion a person belongs to is of offering a special prayer just for the child. This tradition is generally performed by the entire family and anybody who wishes to imparts their blessing as well can join. I make sure I always join if I can and if I can't in cases where the new born is not in Pakistan I make sure to offer a special prayer for him or her.
Just yesterday I was blessed with a nephew. I have previously mentioned his sister and my niece in my blog during the time I was committed to Nathan. After our break-up, she was one of the few things that brought a smile to my face. While the baby was born in America, as they have immigrated - the new born's paternal grandmother is still living in Pakistan with her other son. She organized the prayer as per our tradition and I just had to take part in it.
Now I really haven't asked my cousins or my parents that exactly what do you ask in the mentioned prayers. It seems obvious what you need to ask for - the over all well being of the new born. My take on the said tradition has been slightly different since the past five years or so. Yeah, I do pray and I do wish the little one the best with all my heart. But when praying I am very specific about my prayer.
"If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself!", one of the many things my awesome mom keeps driving into my thick skull. So while everybody is saying their prayers I add this little part to mine.
"Please do not have this child face the same hardships and issues that I have faced through my life. I want her/him to grow in peace and never feel that he/she is an abomination that is to be ridiculed and hated by the society. Don't ever have him/her stand at the edge of the roof thinking to just end it for once and all. Don't ever do this to her/him. I can forgive You for everything that I have endured but I will not forgive You if this child has to endure what I have."
I know my prayer sounds cold. Probably alot of you will feel that my prayer is highly inappropriate, especially those who support my confidence for my sexuality. However I have to make it clear that getting to this place where I am now, was no easy task. There have been alot of hard decisions that I have made which people close to me would also have to endure eventually because of me. I may even get disowned if my dad ever comes to know about it. It's not something people would like to know about their child. It's hard enough for us to conquer the feelings of guilt, shame and anger in the first place, then to help our parents and other loved ones get over them. It takes more than just blood, sweat and tears!
Nobody really understands it. We are brought up in a society that not only accepts and promotes heterosexuality but also insists on coupling. Being homosexual is wrong. Being single is not acceptable. We are wrapped in several layers of mentality that tells us that we need to find a mate of the opposite gender and then under the blessings of our parents we are to enter the matrimonial bliss with the said person. Nothing wrong in that if you're straight. But for those who are not attracted to be opposite gender, there starts a whole new process in which we strip ourselves off these expectations and demands if we want to live in peace. It's like having a very painful tattoo removed that you didn't even want in the first place. It hurts as we strip it off ourselves piece by piece, but if we are to live in peace then we have to. We come out to a few close contacts - most probably family and have some people walk out on us. It hurts more than anything in the world from those who have been shunned by their own kin for not being normal. Many who are considering it fear of rejection from their families. Who would really want that?
Most people I know would say 'No!' in a second if it was up to them. However it's not our choice and as aptly put by Lady Gaga - Baby, I was born this way!
I have yet to see any signs of homosexuality in any of my nieces or nephews except for one, but I'm not entirely sure about him yet. I think he would be 8 years old right now and I met him two years ago on my summer trip to America. He clearly had alot of toys, however his favorite toy was his elder sister's doll pram which he was constantly pushing all around his neighborhood in the evening when we were all outside. Maybe I'm reading too much into this but I had a slight inclination that he just might be gay. That night when I went to sleep, he kept flashing across my mind again and again. I felt like crying my heart out and screaming at God, however I didn't. Not only because it would have woken up everybody in the house but also I really would not be able to explain to anybody the cause of my extremely strange behavior.
The next day, his father who is my cousin wanted to take some pictures but in every picture he wanted to pose with the pram. When his father grabbed the pram to pull it away from the child, he would not let go and raised a huge tantrum. The father won in the end but from the help of his wife who placated the child by explaining to him that if he wants to hold a toy he can hold his Batman action figure and only girls look good pushing doll prams. He agreed to let go of the pram but he didn't smile in any of the pictures we took. Says alot don't you think?
He still has a long way to go before he reaches his teens and probably realizes about himself. I don't even know if at that point I should help him or not. At one side, I do want to help him so that he doesn't want to go through it alone. But if my fears are indeed true and if he at any point mentions about me to his parents it would definitely create a rift between their family and mine. The said kid's grandfather and my own father are blood brother, infact his other son happens to be the grandfather of my very awesome nephew Bilal.
Why does life have to be so darn freak'in difficult? Why do I have to make some complicated choices? I wish I could turn a blind eye to all this but I can't. I just can't!
FML!
My prayers go out to all my nephews and nieces. May you all be born straight and live happy lives!
Just yesterday I was blessed with a nephew. I have previously mentioned his sister and my niece in my blog during the time I was committed to Nathan. After our break-up, she was one of the few things that brought a smile to my face. While the baby was born in America, as they have immigrated - the new born's paternal grandmother is still living in Pakistan with her other son. She organized the prayer as per our tradition and I just had to take part in it.
Now I really haven't asked my cousins or my parents that exactly what do you ask in the mentioned prayers. It seems obvious what you need to ask for - the over all well being of the new born. My take on the said tradition has been slightly different since the past five years or so. Yeah, I do pray and I do wish the little one the best with all my heart. But when praying I am very specific about my prayer.
"If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself!", one of the many things my awesome mom keeps driving into my thick skull. So while everybody is saying their prayers I add this little part to mine.
"Please do not have this child face the same hardships and issues that I have faced through my life. I want her/him to grow in peace and never feel that he/she is an abomination that is to be ridiculed and hated by the society. Don't ever have him/her stand at the edge of the roof thinking to just end it for once and all. Don't ever do this to her/him. I can forgive You for everything that I have endured but I will not forgive You if this child has to endure what I have."
I know my prayer sounds cold. Probably alot of you will feel that my prayer is highly inappropriate, especially those who support my confidence for my sexuality. However I have to make it clear that getting to this place where I am now, was no easy task. There have been alot of hard decisions that I have made which people close to me would also have to endure eventually because of me. I may even get disowned if my dad ever comes to know about it. It's not something people would like to know about their child. It's hard enough for us to conquer the feelings of guilt, shame and anger in the first place, then to help our parents and other loved ones get over them. It takes more than just blood, sweat and tears!
Nobody really understands it. We are brought up in a society that not only accepts and promotes heterosexuality but also insists on coupling. Being homosexual is wrong. Being single is not acceptable. We are wrapped in several layers of mentality that tells us that we need to find a mate of the opposite gender and then under the blessings of our parents we are to enter the matrimonial bliss with the said person. Nothing wrong in that if you're straight. But for those who are not attracted to be opposite gender, there starts a whole new process in which we strip ourselves off these expectations and demands if we want to live in peace. It's like having a very painful tattoo removed that you didn't even want in the first place. It hurts as we strip it off ourselves piece by piece, but if we are to live in peace then we have to. We come out to a few close contacts - most probably family and have some people walk out on us. It hurts more than anything in the world from those who have been shunned by their own kin for not being normal. Many who are considering it fear of rejection from their families. Who would really want that?
Most people I know would say 'No!' in a second if it was up to them. However it's not our choice and as aptly put by Lady Gaga - Baby, I was born this way!
I have yet to see any signs of homosexuality in any of my nieces or nephews except for one, but I'm not entirely sure about him yet. I think he would be 8 years old right now and I met him two years ago on my summer trip to America. He clearly had alot of toys, however his favorite toy was his elder sister's doll pram which he was constantly pushing all around his neighborhood in the evening when we were all outside. Maybe I'm reading too much into this but I had a slight inclination that he just might be gay. That night when I went to sleep, he kept flashing across my mind again and again. I felt like crying my heart out and screaming at God, however I didn't. Not only because it would have woken up everybody in the house but also I really would not be able to explain to anybody the cause of my extremely strange behavior.
The next day, his father who is my cousin wanted to take some pictures but in every picture he wanted to pose with the pram. When his father grabbed the pram to pull it away from the child, he would not let go and raised a huge tantrum. The father won in the end but from the help of his wife who placated the child by explaining to him that if he wants to hold a toy he can hold his Batman action figure and only girls look good pushing doll prams. He agreed to let go of the pram but he didn't smile in any of the pictures we took. Says alot don't you think?
He still has a long way to go before he reaches his teens and probably realizes about himself. I don't even know if at that point I should help him or not. At one side, I do want to help him so that he doesn't want to go through it alone. But if my fears are indeed true and if he at any point mentions about me to his parents it would definitely create a rift between their family and mine. The said kid's grandfather and my own father are blood brother, infact his other son happens to be the grandfather of my very awesome nephew Bilal.
Why does life have to be so darn freak'in difficult? Why do I have to make some complicated choices? I wish I could turn a blind eye to all this but I can't. I just can't!
FML!
My prayers go out to all my nephews and nieces. May you all be born straight and live happy lives!
Saturday, 26 March 2011
My 'Bro'
"Do you have a girlfriend?", asks my 5 year old nephew.
"No! Why?" I ask him laughing.
"Then do you have a boyfriend?", he asks me again.
I laugh even harder. Where is this kid getting it all from?, I ask myself. "No, I do not have a boyfriend either!"
"So you do not have any friends at all! Why do you not have any friends?", he asks me again.
"I have friends!" I tell him.
"But if they are not boys and they are not girls, what are they?", he asks with his eyes all lit up with curiosity.
Like a bulb somewhere just lit up in my head, I get what he's asking me. To him, a girlfriend is a friend who is a girl and a boyfriend is a friend who is a boy. Parents will do just about anything to preserve innocence. "I have friends. No boyfriends. No girlfriends.", I respond.
"But what are they?" he starts asking me laying over my chest.
"They are my friends!", I tell him point blank with a smile.
He remains silent for a while. He pushing his little toy car on my arm. He likes to push it all the way up to my arm pit where I get tickled easily. "Can I be your friend?", he asks me biting his lower lip. My heart melts into a big puddle of goo.
"No, you're not my friend!" I say picking him up and lifting him well above myself. "You're my bro!", I tell him.
"What's a 'bro'?", he asks.
"Bro is a brother! A very cool brother! You are my very cool brother!", I tell him.
"Cool!", he yells.
"You want to learn a fist bump?", I ask him.
"What's a fist bump?", he asks me.
I sit up and put him down besides me. I folded his hand in a punch and struck it lightly against my fist. "That's a fist pump! It's what bros do!" My hand is still retracted into a fist, so he starts fist pumping me with all his might.
"This is fun!", he screams. I open my hand and catch his fist in a flash, and begin to tickle him. I stop after a while. "You're awesome!" he yells and gives me a really tight hug.
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I can't help missing my 'bro' right now, so here's a post dedicated to one of the most awesome kids in the world. You'll always be awesome, Bilal!
"No! Why?" I ask him laughing.
"Then do you have a boyfriend?", he asks me again.
I laugh even harder. Where is this kid getting it all from?, I ask myself. "No, I do not have a boyfriend either!"
"So you do not have any friends at all! Why do you not have any friends?", he asks me again.
"I have friends!" I tell him.
"But if they are not boys and they are not girls, what are they?", he asks with his eyes all lit up with curiosity.
Like a bulb somewhere just lit up in my head, I get what he's asking me. To him, a girlfriend is a friend who is a girl and a boyfriend is a friend who is a boy. Parents will do just about anything to preserve innocence. "I have friends. No boyfriends. No girlfriends.", I respond.
"But what are they?" he starts asking me laying over my chest.
"They are my friends!", I tell him point blank with a smile.
He remains silent for a while. He pushing his little toy car on my arm. He likes to push it all the way up to my arm pit where I get tickled easily. "Can I be your friend?", he asks me biting his lower lip. My heart melts into a big puddle of goo.
"No, you're not my friend!" I say picking him up and lifting him well above myself. "You're my bro!", I tell him.
"What's a 'bro'?", he asks.
"Bro is a brother! A very cool brother! You are my very cool brother!", I tell him.
"Cool!", he yells.
"You want to learn a fist bump?", I ask him.
"What's a fist bump?", he asks me.
I sit up and put him down besides me. I folded his hand in a punch and struck it lightly against my fist. "That's a fist pump! It's what bros do!" My hand is still retracted into a fist, so he starts fist pumping me with all his might.
"This is fun!", he screams. I open my hand and catch his fist in a flash, and begin to tickle him. I stop after a while. "You're awesome!" he yells and gives me a really tight hug.
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I can't help missing my 'bro' right now, so here's a post dedicated to one of the most awesome kids in the world. You'll always be awesome, Bilal!
My 'Bro'
"Do you have a girlfriend?", asks my 5 year old nephew.
"No! Why?" I ask him laughing.
"Then do you have a boyfriend?", he asks me again.
I laugh even harder. Where is this kid getting it all from?, I ask myself. "No, I do not have a boyfriend either!"
"So you do not have any friends at all! Why do you not have any friends?", he asks me again.
"I have friends!" I tell him.
"But if they are not boys and they are not girls, what are they?", he asks with his eyes all lit up with curiosity.
Like a bulb somewhere just lit up in my head, I get what he's asking me. To him, a girlfriend is a friend who is a girl and a boyfriend is a friend who is a boy. Parents will do just about anything to preserve innocence. "I have friends. No boyfriends. No girlfriends.", I respond.
"But what are they?" he starts asking me laying over my chest.
"They are my friends!", I tell him point blank with a smile.
He remains silent for a while. He pushing his little toy car on my arm. He likes to push it all the way up to my arm pit where I get tickled easily. "Can I be your friend?", he asks me biting his lower lip. My heart melts into a big puddle of goo.
"No, you're not my friend!" I say picking him up and lifting him well above myself. "You're my bro!", I tell him.
"What's a 'bro'?", he asks.
"Bro is a brother! A very cool brother! You are my very cool brother!", I tell him.
"Cool!", he yells.
"You want to learn a fist bump?", I ask him.
"What's a fist bump?", he asks me.
I sit up and put him down besides me. I folded his hand in a punch and struck it lightly against my fist. "That's a fist pump! It's what bros do!" My hand is still retracted into a fist, so he starts fist pumping me with all his might.
"This is fun!", he screams. I open my hand and catch his fist in a flash, and begin to tickle him. I stop after a while. "You're awesome!" he yells and gives me a really tight hug.
-------------------------------
I can't help missing my 'bro' right now, so here's a post dedicated to one of the most awesome kids in the world. You'll always be awesome, Bilal!
"No! Why?" I ask him laughing.
"Then do you have a boyfriend?", he asks me again.
I laugh even harder. Where is this kid getting it all from?, I ask myself. "No, I do not have a boyfriend either!"
"So you do not have any friends at all! Why do you not have any friends?", he asks me again.
"I have friends!" I tell him.
"But if they are not boys and they are not girls, what are they?", he asks with his eyes all lit up with curiosity.
Like a bulb somewhere just lit up in my head, I get what he's asking me. To him, a girlfriend is a friend who is a girl and a boyfriend is a friend who is a boy. Parents will do just about anything to preserve innocence. "I have friends. No boyfriends. No girlfriends.", I respond.
"But what are they?" he starts asking me laying over my chest.
"They are my friends!", I tell him point blank with a smile.
He remains silent for a while. He pushing his little toy car on my arm. He likes to push it all the way up to my arm pit where I get tickled easily. "Can I be your friend?", he asks me biting his lower lip. My heart melts into a big puddle of goo.
"No, you're not my friend!" I say picking him up and lifting him well above myself. "You're my bro!", I tell him.
"What's a 'bro'?", he asks.
"Bro is a brother! A very cool brother! You are my very cool brother!", I tell him.
"Cool!", he yells.
"You want to learn a fist bump?", I ask him.
"What's a fist bump?", he asks me.
I sit up and put him down besides me. I folded his hand in a punch and struck it lightly against my fist. "That's a fist pump! It's what bros do!" My hand is still retracted into a fist, so he starts fist pumping me with all his might.
"This is fun!", he screams. I open my hand and catch his fist in a flash, and begin to tickle him. I stop after a while. "You're awesome!" he yells and gives me a really tight hug.
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I can't help missing my 'bro' right now, so here's a post dedicated to one of the most awesome kids in the world. You'll always be awesome, Bilal!
Saturday, 19 March 2011
The Amazing Spider Man
My 5 year old nephew is over from States these days and I can't put it to words how glad I am to see him. My first contact with this insanely cute boy happened in 2009 when I was in States for my vacations. I spent about a week at his father's place who is my first cousin. My nephew's grandfather and my dad are blood brothers with a good difference of 16 years and 5 other siblings between them. However they are pretty close because the house that I am currently living in used to be shared by these two brothers. But then his sons got married and moved to States to begin their families and once that happened, someone was needed to watch over the kids. They have come to Pakistan after 2 years, but it's my nephew's first ever visit to Pakistan.
He has just gotten bitten by the Spider Man fever and is completely obsessed with him. He lives, eats, talks, sleeps and burps Spider Man. He knows about Super Man and Batman but doesn't care the least bit about them. Spider Man can kick everyone's butt in his opinion. Cute!
I had a busy day in college, so when I came home by 4 PM I had absolutely no idea that he was at our place. Just as soon as I entered our house's gates, he ran and crashed into me. "Chachu, I missed you!" he said out loud and would not let go of my jeans. Chachu is for the word Uncle in Urdu. He has been over at our house before twice since he came to Pakistan on 10th March and we had a blast. I had no option but to pick him up into my arms and carry him around. Little monster snatched my glasses and threw them out of the house. Nice arm on that kid!
He's a very social kid but he's taken particular fondness with me since I do all crazy acrobatic like flipping him over and walking around with him on my shoulders. I had lunch with him on my thigh from the same plate. It was so cute to watch those tiny hands fold sheermaal into tiny bites dipped in gravy. Everytime I tried to feed him, he would bite me. "I'm a big boy!", he would scream at the top of his lungs. I had to put the individual pieces of meats into his mouth separately.
After lunch we played for a while with his Spider Man toys. He banged my wrist a gazillion times with his action figure attempting to knock out whatever Spider Man's villain I had in my hand. But it was so much fun that I can't put it to words. I would not mind if he knocked a hundred action figures out of my hand. Then it was time to put him to sleep, but how do you even tell a hyperactive 5 year old it's time to go to bed and not have him throw a tantrum at you?!
I promised him that if he comes to bed, I'm going to tell him a Spider Man story. And it worked! Actually I really didn't have a Spider Man story. I simply narrated the bits of the first Spider Man movie that I could remember on spot while gently patting him on the back. Half an hour later the little darling was fast asleep! I took a break for a while since I had some time to myself.
When he woke up a while back, he was in my arms again. "I'm going to call you 'Spider Chachu' because you tell me the best Spider Man stories!" and he hugged me. I had a little tear in my eye. My little sister caught me streaming and couldn't help but smile. They just left a few minutes ago as they had to visit a few of my cousins's wife's relatives. "We are coming to Spider Chachu's place at night. I want to listen to more Spider Man stories!"
I feel bad that they had to lie to their kid, but they will not be spending any nights here. They are spending all the night at the wife's parents place. At our house the grandparents are staying only. It's been just a while and I'm missing the little tyke like crazy!
However a small part of me can't help but be a sad. Through out the day as I played with him, I realized how much he looked like his father. I remember how my aunt had this photo of my cousin as a baby in their room and my nephew is like a carbon copy of his dad. From what I heard, my cousin was a rambunctious little monster in his childhood. His son is nothing less!
As much as I would love to have a child biologically, I can't. If I do get to a place where I can fully handle the responsibility of a child I would have to go for adoption. I am not against adoption. I actually very much adore the idea. But that little bubble of never being able to see how my own child would look like is now stuck in throat and I can't swallow it.
I'll get back up. All I need is a little time! I'll be okay. I promise - after all I'm the amazing Spider Chachu!
He has just gotten bitten by the Spider Man fever and is completely obsessed with him. He lives, eats, talks, sleeps and burps Spider Man. He knows about Super Man and Batman but doesn't care the least bit about them. Spider Man can kick everyone's butt in his opinion. Cute!
I had a busy day in college, so when I came home by 4 PM I had absolutely no idea that he was at our place. Just as soon as I entered our house's gates, he ran and crashed into me. "Chachu, I missed you!" he said out loud and would not let go of my jeans. Chachu is for the word Uncle in Urdu. He has been over at our house before twice since he came to Pakistan on 10th March and we had a blast. I had no option but to pick him up into my arms and carry him around. Little monster snatched my glasses and threw them out of the house. Nice arm on that kid!
He's a very social kid but he's taken particular fondness with me since I do all crazy acrobatic like flipping him over and walking around with him on my shoulders. I had lunch with him on my thigh from the same plate. It was so cute to watch those tiny hands fold sheermaal into tiny bites dipped in gravy. Everytime I tried to feed him, he would bite me. "I'm a big boy!", he would scream at the top of his lungs. I had to put the individual pieces of meats into his mouth separately.
After lunch we played for a while with his Spider Man toys. He banged my wrist a gazillion times with his action figure attempting to knock out whatever Spider Man's villain I had in my hand. But it was so much fun that I can't put it to words. I would not mind if he knocked a hundred action figures out of my hand. Then it was time to put him to sleep, but how do you even tell a hyperactive 5 year old it's time to go to bed and not have him throw a tantrum at you?!
I promised him that if he comes to bed, I'm going to tell him a Spider Man story. And it worked! Actually I really didn't have a Spider Man story. I simply narrated the bits of the first Spider Man movie that I could remember on spot while gently patting him on the back. Half an hour later the little darling was fast asleep! I took a break for a while since I had some time to myself.
When he woke up a while back, he was in my arms again. "I'm going to call you 'Spider Chachu' because you tell me the best Spider Man stories!" and he hugged me. I had a little tear in my eye. My little sister caught me streaming and couldn't help but smile. They just left a few minutes ago as they had to visit a few of my cousins's wife's relatives. "We are coming to Spider Chachu's place at night. I want to listen to more Spider Man stories!"
I feel bad that they had to lie to their kid, but they will not be spending any nights here. They are spending all the night at the wife's parents place. At our house the grandparents are staying only. It's been just a while and I'm missing the little tyke like crazy!
However a small part of me can't help but be a sad. Through out the day as I played with him, I realized how much he looked like his father. I remember how my aunt had this photo of my cousin as a baby in their room and my nephew is like a carbon copy of his dad. From what I heard, my cousin was a rambunctious little monster in his childhood. His son is nothing less!
As much as I would love to have a child biologically, I can't. If I do get to a place where I can fully handle the responsibility of a child I would have to go for adoption. I am not against adoption. I actually very much adore the idea. But that little bubble of never being able to see how my own child would look like is now stuck in throat and I can't swallow it.
I'll get back up. All I need is a little time! I'll be okay. I promise - after all I'm the amazing Spider Chachu!
The Amazing Spider Man
My 5 year old nephew is over from States these days and I can't put it to words how glad I am to see him. My first contact with this insanely cute boy happened in 2009 when I was in States for my vacations. I spent about a week at his father's place who is my first cousin. My nephew's grandfather and my dad are blood brothers with a good difference of 16 years and 5 other siblings between them. However they are pretty close because the house that I am currently living in used to be shared by these two brothers. But then his sons got married and moved to States to begin their families and once that happened, someone was needed to watch over the kids. They have come to Pakistan after 2 years, but it's my nephew's first ever visit to Pakistan.
He has just gotten bitten by the Spider Man fever and is completely obsessed with him. He lives, eats, talks, sleeps and burps Spider Man. He knows about Super Man and Batman but doesn't care the least bit about them. Spider Man can kick everyone's butt in his opinion. Cute!
I had a busy day in college, so when I came home by 4 PM I had absolutely no idea that he was at our place. Just as soon as I entered our house's gates, he ran and crashed into me. "Chachu, I missed you!" he said out loud and would not let go of my jeans. Chachu is for the word Uncle in Urdu. He has been over at our house before twice since he came to Pakistan on 10th March and we had a blast. I had no option but to pick him up into my arms and carry him around. Little monster snatched my glasses and threw them out of the house. Nice arm on that kid!
He's a very social kid but he's taken particular fondness with me since I do all crazy acrobatic like flipping him over and walking around with him on my shoulders. I had lunch with him on my thigh from the same plate. It was so cute to watch those tiny hands fold sheermaal into tiny bites dipped in gravy. Everytime I tried to feed him, he would bite me. "I'm a big boy!", he would scream at the top of his lungs. I had to put the individual pieces of meats into his mouth separately.
After lunch we played for a while with his Spider Man toys. He banged my wrist a gazillion times with his action figure attempting to knock out whatever Spider Man's villain I had in my hand. But it was so much fun that I can't put it to words. I would not mind if he knocked a hundred action figures out of my hand. Then it was time to put him to sleep, but how do you even tell a hyperactive 5 year old it's time to go to bed and not have him throw a tantrum at you?!
I promised him that if he comes to bed, I'm going to tell him a Spider Man story. And it worked! Actually I really didn't have a Spider Man story. I simply narrated the bits of the first Spider Man movie that I could remember on spot while gently patting him on the back. Half an hour later the little darling was fast asleep! I took a break for a while since I had some time to myself.
When he woke up a while back, he was in my arms again. "I'm going to call you 'Spider Chachu' because you tell me the best Spider Man stories!" and he hugged me. I had a little tear in my eye. My little sister caught me streaming and couldn't help but smile. They just left a few minutes ago as they had to visit a few of my cousins's wife's relatives. "We are coming to Spider Chachu's place at night. I want to listen to more Spider Man stories!"
I feel bad that they had to lie to their kid, but they will not be spending any nights here. They are spending all the night at the wife's parents place. At our house the grandparents are staying only. It's been just a while and I'm missing the little tyke like crazy!
However a small part of me can't help but be a sad. Through out the day as I played with him, I realized how much he looked like his father. I remember how my aunt had this photo of my cousin as a baby in their room and my nephew is like a carbon copy of his dad. From what I heard, my cousin was a rambunctious little monster in his childhood. His son is nothing less!
As much as I would love to have a child biologically, I can't. If I do get to a place where I can fully handle the responsibility of a child I would have to go for adoption. I am not against adoption. I actually very much adore the idea. But that little bubble of never being able to see how my own child would look like is now stuck in throat and I can't swallow it.
I'll get back up. All I need is a little time! I'll be okay. I promise - after all I'm the amazing Spider Chachu!
He has just gotten bitten by the Spider Man fever and is completely obsessed with him. He lives, eats, talks, sleeps and burps Spider Man. He knows about Super Man and Batman but doesn't care the least bit about them. Spider Man can kick everyone's butt in his opinion. Cute!
I had a busy day in college, so when I came home by 4 PM I had absolutely no idea that he was at our place. Just as soon as I entered our house's gates, he ran and crashed into me. "Chachu, I missed you!" he said out loud and would not let go of my jeans. Chachu is for the word Uncle in Urdu. He has been over at our house before twice since he came to Pakistan on 10th March and we had a blast. I had no option but to pick him up into my arms and carry him around. Little monster snatched my glasses and threw them out of the house. Nice arm on that kid!
He's a very social kid but he's taken particular fondness with me since I do all crazy acrobatic like flipping him over and walking around with him on my shoulders. I had lunch with him on my thigh from the same plate. It was so cute to watch those tiny hands fold sheermaal into tiny bites dipped in gravy. Everytime I tried to feed him, he would bite me. "I'm a big boy!", he would scream at the top of his lungs. I had to put the individual pieces of meats into his mouth separately.
After lunch we played for a while with his Spider Man toys. He banged my wrist a gazillion times with his action figure attempting to knock out whatever Spider Man's villain I had in my hand. But it was so much fun that I can't put it to words. I would not mind if he knocked a hundred action figures out of my hand. Then it was time to put him to sleep, but how do you even tell a hyperactive 5 year old it's time to go to bed and not have him throw a tantrum at you?!
I promised him that if he comes to bed, I'm going to tell him a Spider Man story. And it worked! Actually I really didn't have a Spider Man story. I simply narrated the bits of the first Spider Man movie that I could remember on spot while gently patting him on the back. Half an hour later the little darling was fast asleep! I took a break for a while since I had some time to myself.
When he woke up a while back, he was in my arms again. "I'm going to call you 'Spider Chachu' because you tell me the best Spider Man stories!" and he hugged me. I had a little tear in my eye. My little sister caught me streaming and couldn't help but smile. They just left a few minutes ago as they had to visit a few of my cousins's wife's relatives. "We are coming to Spider Chachu's place at night. I want to listen to more Spider Man stories!"
I feel bad that they had to lie to their kid, but they will not be spending any nights here. They are spending all the night at the wife's parents place. At our house the grandparents are staying only. It's been just a while and I'm missing the little tyke like crazy!
However a small part of me can't help but be a sad. Through out the day as I played with him, I realized how much he looked like his father. I remember how my aunt had this photo of my cousin as a baby in their room and my nephew is like a carbon copy of his dad. From what I heard, my cousin was a rambunctious little monster in his childhood. His son is nothing less!
As much as I would love to have a child biologically, I can't. If I do get to a place where I can fully handle the responsibility of a child I would have to go for adoption. I am not against adoption. I actually very much adore the idea. But that little bubble of never being able to see how my own child would look like is now stuck in throat and I can't swallow it.
I'll get back up. All I need is a little time! I'll be okay. I promise - after all I'm the amazing Spider Chachu!
Saturday, 29 January 2011
Single Daddies (Put Your Hands Up)
Back in October I did a post on my desire to become a father someday, regardless of my sexuality. Those who do not remember or have not read it, can do so now!
I can't begin to describe how over-whelming the response was and how it was one of the Most Read posts on my blog for a good three months. Right at the time I did the post, I also made a poll asking my readers if they believed that single guys could pull off fatherhood regardless of their sexuality. The poll closed yesterday and I can very honestly say that I am happy at the results.
A total of 100 votes came in, and 'Yes' exceeded 'No' by a total number of 63 votes. Wow!
There are alot of people out there who believe that single guys can become fathers and raise children just as well as married couples. Being a single father is a big deal, obviously they have to fill in the role of both the father and the mother. Can it be challenging?
You betcha!
The roles of both, the father and the mother, vary greatly in the upbringing of children. This holds specially true for the Eastern society, where the wife is responsible for what goes on regarding the children in the house and the father is responsible for the matters pertaining to the child outside the house. Single fathers have to wear both the apron and the business suit. Can I pull it off?
I do believe I can. Also people around me who know me well say that they feel I will be a great dad. To me, this is a far better compliment than anything else - even "Wow! You've lost alot of weight!".
My kids will be my pride and joy. As pompous and stereotypical as this sounds, I feel I will be more happy being a father than being some guy's partner. As a father figure I feel that, I would do so much better and a more fulfilling job. The role of a father is the one thing I know I can pull off amazingly!
I'll be posting another article soon, probably sometime early next month on something related to babies and there maybe another poll up soon.
What do you have to say? Do you agree with the results? Do you think you can be a single father?
To all those who took the time out to submit their vote, whatever it was; I thank you from the bottom of my heart! Thanks alot!
Jack, if you are still reading my blog, I'd really like to hear a response from you and I'd like to ask you a few questions as well. Please do leave your email address in a comment - I will not be accepting it or you can send me a mail.
Thanks!
A total of 100 votes came in, and 'Yes' exceeded 'No' by a total number of 63 votes. Wow!
You betcha!
The roles of both, the father and the mother, vary greatly in the upbringing of children. This holds specially true for the Eastern society, where the wife is responsible for what goes on regarding the children in the house and the father is responsible for the matters pertaining to the child outside the house. Single fathers have to wear both the apron and the business suit. Can I pull it off?
I do believe I can. Also people around me who know me well say that they feel I will be a great dad. To me, this is a far better compliment than anything else - even "Wow! You've lost alot of weight!".
My kids will be my pride and joy. As pompous and stereotypical as this sounds, I feel I will be more happy being a father than being some guy's partner. As a father figure I feel that, I would do so much better and a more fulfilling job. The role of a father is the one thing I know I can pull off amazingly!
I'll be posting another article soon, probably sometime early next month on something related to babies and there maybe another poll up soon.
What do you have to say? Do you agree with the results? Do you think you can be a single father?
To all those who took the time out to submit their vote, whatever it was; I thank you from the bottom of my heart! Thanks alot!
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Jack, if you are still reading my blog, I'd really like to hear a response from you and I'd like to ask you a few questions as well. Please do leave your email address in a comment - I will not be accepting it or you can send me a mail.
Thanks!
Single Daddies (Put Your Hands Up)
Back in October I did a post on my desire to become a father someday, regardless of my sexuality. Those who do not remember or have not read it, can do so now!
I can't begin to describe how over-whelming the response was and how it was one of the Most Read posts on my blog for a good three months. Right at the time I did the post, I also made a poll asking my readers if they believed that single guys could pull off fatherhood regardless of their sexuality. The poll closed yesterday and I can very honestly say that I am happy at the results.
A total of 100 votes came in, and 'Yes' exceeded 'No' by a total number of 63 votes. Wow!
There are alot of people out there who believe that single guys can become fathers and raise children just as well as married couples. Being a single father is a big deal, obviously they have to fill in the role of both the father and the mother. Can it be challenging?
You betcha!
The roles of both, the father and the mother, vary greatly in the upbringing of children. This holds specially true for the Eastern society, where the wife is responsible for what goes on regarding the children in the house and the father is responsible for the matters pertaining to the child outside the house. Single fathers have to wear both the apron and the business suit. Can I pull it off?
I do believe I can. Also people around me who know me well say that they feel I will be a great dad. To me, this is a far better compliment than anything else - even "Wow! You've lost alot of weight!".
My kids will be my pride and joy. As pompous and stereotypical as this sounds, I feel I will be more happy being a father than being some guy's partner. As a father figure I feel that, I would do so much better and a more fulfilling job. The role of a father is the one thing I know I can pull off amazingly!
I'll be posting another article soon, probably sometime early next month on something related to babies and there maybe another poll up soon.
What do you have to say? Do you agree with the results? Do you think you can be a single father?
To all those who took the time out to submit their vote, whatever it was; I thank you from the bottom of my heart! Thanks alot!
Jack, if you are still reading my blog, I'd really like to hear a response from you and I'd like to ask you a few questions as well. Please do leave your email address in a comment - I will not be accepting it or you can send me a mail.
Thanks!
A total of 100 votes came in, and 'Yes' exceeded 'No' by a total number of 63 votes. Wow!
You betcha!
The roles of both, the father and the mother, vary greatly in the upbringing of children. This holds specially true for the Eastern society, where the wife is responsible for what goes on regarding the children in the house and the father is responsible for the matters pertaining to the child outside the house. Single fathers have to wear both the apron and the business suit. Can I pull it off?
I do believe I can. Also people around me who know me well say that they feel I will be a great dad. To me, this is a far better compliment than anything else - even "Wow! You've lost alot of weight!".
My kids will be my pride and joy. As pompous and stereotypical as this sounds, I feel I will be more happy being a father than being some guy's partner. As a father figure I feel that, I would do so much better and a more fulfilling job. The role of a father is the one thing I know I can pull off amazingly!
I'll be posting another article soon, probably sometime early next month on something related to babies and there maybe another poll up soon.
What do you have to say? Do you agree with the results? Do you think you can be a single father?
To all those who took the time out to submit their vote, whatever it was; I thank you from the bottom of my heart! Thanks alot!
------------------------------------------------
Jack, if you are still reading my blog, I'd really like to hear a response from you and I'd like to ask you a few questions as well. Please do leave your email address in a comment - I will not be accepting it or you can send me a mail.
Thanks!
Thursday, 21 October 2010
Daddy Issues
There have been three things in my to-do list that I must absolutely accomplish and once I have accomplished them, I can die as a very happy man. They are as follows;
While the first two simply require sheer hard-work, determination, motivation, ingenuity, innovation and lots of paper work, the third one poses an immense challenge. The third one requires all that and alot of luck. Let's face it, raising a child is no piece of cake. But I can't put into words how much I look forward to having a little one all of my own. I gave up on it once some time ago and constantly a part inside of me regretted it. Now there is absolutely no way I am giving up on this one.
I have a ton of cousins who are married and have had their first taste of fatherhood. The look on their face when the little one yawns in their arms, curl their tiny fingers around the father's thumb or do something as simple as make the goo sound; the look my cousins get on their face - that expression of pure joy and unconditional love. I want that for myself - that bubble of happiness bursts inside me as well even though it's not my child. Just because I'm gay and don't plan to marry a girl should not mean that I should be denied fatherhood - I don't care what the frigg'in society believes. I know most probably I'm going to be a single father and frankly I don't mind that. Right now I'd rather have a child in my life than a man by my side. Single father is tough business but my chances are much better with children than with men. Also I don't think most gay men - even those willing to get into a relation, desire to become fathers. Me and my child - we can build our own little nest of happiness.
Anybody who knows me on a personal level knows that I love love LOVE kids. Fortunately the kids also happen to love me, one of the nicknames my friends have given me is Baby Whisperer. A while back when I had my rounds in Pediatrics and the Gynecology and Obstetrics floors, I used to have a ball of a time with the babies. It was literally my heaven - children of all shapes and sizes. Once I was holding a baby in my arms and it fell asleep, the doctor showed up suddenly so I didn't want to risk putting the baby down and waking her up. I got Ryan and Gracie to stand in front of me and shield me from the doctor so that he doesn't notice the baby in my hands. I must have held her like that for 30 minutes. It was only when my arms started to ache and I was sweating profusely from the elbows that I decide to hand her over to the mother- gently of course. Thankfully the doctor didn't say anything when he realized that I was holding the baby for the first half of his class. I'm a very highly appreciated baby sitter given that I'm very frequently sitting for my 2 year old niece and 3 yr old nephew. I don't mind it at all. They are my little bundle of joys and till my sister has babies of her own I'm going to do with these. I never told this to anyone, but after the break up just to cheer myself up I spent an entire day with my niece. I'm not lying when I'm telling you this, I didn't even think of Nathan one bit. She kept me running around in circles and I didn't mind it at all. By the end of it, I smelled like sweat and baby formula but I didn't care. I had the most amazing time of my life with her.
I know being a single father is going to pose numerous issues for me every single day and I will think it out thoroughly before I take on this mammoth task of being a dad. But if there is even the slightest chance that I'll pull it off, I'm not going to stop at anything to accomplish this dream of mine. I know I can be a great dad because everybody around me knows I'm great with kids. I somehow just manage to know exactly what they want. One of my cousin's wife especially pointed it out last year during one of the trip to Walmart when I managed to remember everything her son wanted. All my nephews and nieces think I'm the coolest uncle especially since I don't mind giving them as many piggy back rides as they want. I just know that if I ever have a chance of becoming a dad, I'm going to be doing a freaky awesome job and I would not let them feel that they happen to have just half of the normal parent quantity. I don't need a man. I seriously don't. You simply can't rely on them and you definitely can't be constantly happy with them. Guy on guy chemistry is complicated business, give me the inorganic and organic any day. Believe it, you'll be doing me a huge favor.
I don't care who opposes this decision of mine and I am definitely not going to be making space in my life for anybody who will not be accepting my kid. You love me, you gotta love my kid. It's as simple as that! I really hope that I am able to fulfill this dream of mine. I really do!
- Having a very successful career as a medical practitioner
- Becoming a culinary expert
- Raising a child
While the first two simply require sheer hard-work, determination, motivation, ingenuity, innovation and lots of paper work, the third one poses an immense challenge. The third one requires all that and alot of luck. Let's face it, raising a child is no piece of cake. But I can't put into words how much I look forward to having a little one all of my own. I gave up on it once some time ago and constantly a part inside of me regretted it. Now there is absolutely no way I am giving up on this one.
I have a ton of cousins who are married and have had their first taste of fatherhood. The look on their face when the little one yawns in their arms, curl their tiny fingers around the father's thumb or do something as simple as make the goo sound; the look my cousins get on their face - that expression of pure joy and unconditional love. I want that for myself - that bubble of happiness bursts inside me as well even though it's not my child. Just because I'm gay and don't plan to marry a girl should not mean that I should be denied fatherhood - I don't care what the frigg'in society believes. I know most probably I'm going to be a single father and frankly I don't mind that. Right now I'd rather have a child in my life than a man by my side. Single father is tough business but my chances are much better with children than with men. Also I don't think most gay men - even those willing to get into a relation, desire to become fathers. Me and my child - we can build our own little nest of happiness.
Anybody who knows me on a personal level knows that I love love LOVE kids. Fortunately the kids also happen to love me, one of the nicknames my friends have given me is Baby Whisperer. A while back when I had my rounds in Pediatrics and the Gynecology and Obstetrics floors, I used to have a ball of a time with the babies. It was literally my heaven - children of all shapes and sizes. Once I was holding a baby in my arms and it fell asleep, the doctor showed up suddenly so I didn't want to risk putting the baby down and waking her up. I got Ryan and Gracie to stand in front of me and shield me from the doctor so that he doesn't notice the baby in my hands. I must have held her like that for 30 minutes. It was only when my arms started to ache and I was sweating profusely from the elbows that I decide to hand her over to the mother- gently of course. Thankfully the doctor didn't say anything when he realized that I was holding the baby for the first half of his class. I'm a very highly appreciated baby sitter given that I'm very frequently sitting for my 2 year old niece and 3 yr old nephew. I don't mind it at all. They are my little bundle of joys and till my sister has babies of her own I'm going to do with these. I never told this to anyone, but after the break up just to cheer myself up I spent an entire day with my niece. I'm not lying when I'm telling you this, I didn't even think of Nathan one bit. She kept me running around in circles and I didn't mind it at all. By the end of it, I smelled like sweat and baby formula but I didn't care. I had the most amazing time of my life with her.
I know being a single father is going to pose numerous issues for me every single day and I will think it out thoroughly before I take on this mammoth task of being a dad. But if there is even the slightest chance that I'll pull it off, I'm not going to stop at anything to accomplish this dream of mine. I know I can be a great dad because everybody around me knows I'm great with kids. I somehow just manage to know exactly what they want. One of my cousin's wife especially pointed it out last year during one of the trip to Walmart when I managed to remember everything her son wanted. All my nephews and nieces think I'm the coolest uncle especially since I don't mind giving them as many piggy back rides as they want. I just know that if I ever have a chance of becoming a dad, I'm going to be doing a freaky awesome job and I would not let them feel that they happen to have just half of the normal parent quantity. I don't need a man. I seriously don't. You simply can't rely on them and you definitely can't be constantly happy with them. Guy on guy chemistry is complicated business, give me the inorganic and organic any day. Believe it, you'll be doing me a huge favor.
I don't care who opposes this decision of mine and I am definitely not going to be making space in my life for anybody who will not be accepting my kid. You love me, you gotta love my kid. It's as simple as that! I really hope that I am able to fulfill this dream of mine. I really do!
Daddy Issues
There have been three things in my to-do list that I must absolutely accomplish and once I have accomplished them, I can die as a very happy man. They are as follows;
While the first two simply require sheer hard-work, determination, motivation, ingenuity, innovation and lots of paper work, the third one poses an immense challenge. The third one requires all that and alot of luck. Let's face it, raising a child is no piece of cake. But I can't put into words how much I look forward to having a little one all of my own. I gave up on it once some time ago and constantly a part inside of me regretted it. Now there is absolutely no way I am giving up on this one.
I have a ton of cousins who are married and have had their first taste of fatherhood. The look on their face when the little one yawns in their arms, curl their tiny fingers around the father's thumb or do something as simple as make the goo sound; the look my cousins get on their face - that expression of pure joy and unconditional love. I want that for myself - that bubble of happiness bursts inside me as well even though it's not my child. Just because I'm gay and don't plan to marry a girl should not mean that I should be denied fatherhood - I don't care what the frigg'in society believes. I know most probably I'm going to be a single father and frankly I don't mind that. Right now I'd rather have a child in my life than a man by my side. Single father is tough business but my chances are much better with children than with men. Also I don't think most gay men - even those willing to get into a relation, desire to become fathers. Me and my child - we can build our own little nest of happiness.
Anybody who knows me on a personal level knows that I love love LOVE kids. Fortunately the kids also happen to love me, one of the nicknames my friends have given me is Baby Whisperer. A while back when I had my rounds in Pediatrics and the Gynecology and Obstetrics floors, I used to have a ball of a time with the babies. It was literally my heaven - children of all shapes and sizes. Once I was holding a baby in my arms and it fell asleep, the doctor showed up suddenly so I didn't want to risk putting the baby down and waking her up. I got Ryan and Gracie to stand in front of me and shield me from the doctor so that he doesn't notice the baby in my hands. I must have held her like that for 30 minutes. It was only when my arms started to ache and I was sweating profusely from the elbows that I decide to hand her over to the mother- gently of course. Thankfully the doctor didn't say anything when he realized that I was holding the baby for the first half of his class. I'm a very highly appreciated baby sitter given that I'm very frequently sitting for my 2 year old niece and 3 yr old nephew. I don't mind it at all. They are my little bundle of joys and till my sister has babies of her own I'm going to do with these. I never told this to anyone, but after the break up just to cheer myself up I spent an entire day with my niece. I'm not lying when I'm telling you this, I didn't even think of Nathan one bit. She kept me running around in circles and I didn't mind it at all. By the end of it, I smelled like sweat and baby formula but I didn't care. I had the most amazing time of my life with her.
I know being a single father is going to pose numerous issues for me every single day and I will think it out thoroughly before I take on this mammoth task of being a dad. But if there is even the slightest chance that I'll pull it off, I'm not going to stop at anything to accomplish this dream of mine. I know I can be a great dad because everybody around me knows I'm great with kids. I somehow just manage to know exactly what they want. One of my cousin's wife especially pointed it out last year during one of the trip to Walmart when I managed to remember everything her son wanted. All my nephews and nieces think I'm the coolest uncle especially since I don't mind giving them as many piggy back rides as they want. I just know that if I ever have a chance of becoming a dad, I'm going to be doing a freaky awesome job and I would not let them feel that they happen to have just half of the normal parent quantity. I don't need a man. I seriously don't. You simply can't rely on them and you definitely can't be constantly happy with them. Guy on guy chemistry is complicated business, give me the inorganic and organic any day. Believe it, you'll be doing me a huge favor.
I don't care who opposes this decision of mine and I am definitely not going to be making space in my life for anybody who will not be accepting my kid. You love me, you gotta love my kid. It's as simple as that! I really hope that I am able to fulfill this dream of mine. I really do!
- Having a very successful career as a medical practitioner
- Becoming a culinary expert
- Raising a child
While the first two simply require sheer hard-work, determination, motivation, ingenuity, innovation and lots of paper work, the third one poses an immense challenge. The third one requires all that and alot of luck. Let's face it, raising a child is no piece of cake. But I can't put into words how much I look forward to having a little one all of my own. I gave up on it once some time ago and constantly a part inside of me regretted it. Now there is absolutely no way I am giving up on this one.
I have a ton of cousins who are married and have had their first taste of fatherhood. The look on their face when the little one yawns in their arms, curl their tiny fingers around the father's thumb or do something as simple as make the goo sound; the look my cousins get on their face - that expression of pure joy and unconditional love. I want that for myself - that bubble of happiness bursts inside me as well even though it's not my child. Just because I'm gay and don't plan to marry a girl should not mean that I should be denied fatherhood - I don't care what the frigg'in society believes. I know most probably I'm going to be a single father and frankly I don't mind that. Right now I'd rather have a child in my life than a man by my side. Single father is tough business but my chances are much better with children than with men. Also I don't think most gay men - even those willing to get into a relation, desire to become fathers. Me and my child - we can build our own little nest of happiness.
Anybody who knows me on a personal level knows that I love love LOVE kids. Fortunately the kids also happen to love me, one of the nicknames my friends have given me is Baby Whisperer. A while back when I had my rounds in Pediatrics and the Gynecology and Obstetrics floors, I used to have a ball of a time with the babies. It was literally my heaven - children of all shapes and sizes. Once I was holding a baby in my arms and it fell asleep, the doctor showed up suddenly so I didn't want to risk putting the baby down and waking her up. I got Ryan and Gracie to stand in front of me and shield me from the doctor so that he doesn't notice the baby in my hands. I must have held her like that for 30 minutes. It was only when my arms started to ache and I was sweating profusely from the elbows that I decide to hand her over to the mother- gently of course. Thankfully the doctor didn't say anything when he realized that I was holding the baby for the first half of his class. I'm a very highly appreciated baby sitter given that I'm very frequently sitting for my 2 year old niece and 3 yr old nephew. I don't mind it at all. They are my little bundle of joys and till my sister has babies of her own I'm going to do with these. I never told this to anyone, but after the break up just to cheer myself up I spent an entire day with my niece. I'm not lying when I'm telling you this, I didn't even think of Nathan one bit. She kept me running around in circles and I didn't mind it at all. By the end of it, I smelled like sweat and baby formula but I didn't care. I had the most amazing time of my life with her.
I know being a single father is going to pose numerous issues for me every single day and I will think it out thoroughly before I take on this mammoth task of being a dad. But if there is even the slightest chance that I'll pull it off, I'm not going to stop at anything to accomplish this dream of mine. I know I can be a great dad because everybody around me knows I'm great with kids. I somehow just manage to know exactly what they want. One of my cousin's wife especially pointed it out last year during one of the trip to Walmart when I managed to remember everything her son wanted. All my nephews and nieces think I'm the coolest uncle especially since I don't mind giving them as many piggy back rides as they want. I just know that if I ever have a chance of becoming a dad, I'm going to be doing a freaky awesome job and I would not let them feel that they happen to have just half of the normal parent quantity. I don't need a man. I seriously don't. You simply can't rely on them and you definitely can't be constantly happy with them. Guy on guy chemistry is complicated business, give me the inorganic and organic any day. Believe it, you'll be doing me a huge favor.
I don't care who opposes this decision of mine and I am definitely not going to be making space in my life for anybody who will not be accepting my kid. You love me, you gotta love my kid. It's as simple as that! I really hope that I am able to fulfill this dream of mine. I really do!
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