I didn’t realise the might of hanuman when i was growing up. My superhero was the perfect arjuna. He could shoot arrows with both hands, he was Indian and he had Girlfriends (w.o.w!). And he could dance.
But firstborn is the advertisement for hanuman. If there’s a photo op: then we must wait…
For him to inhale and puff up his mouth with air, in devoted imitation of his idol.
Then he’ll run to fetch Baby Param’s bolster — the mace; and fil’s walking-stick — the tail.
And then he’ll run to bring the lumpiest and heaviest pillow — the sanjeevi mountain, balanced on one hand.
Everything has to be assembled to fb’s satisfaction and his face is nearly blue from getting into character and holding his breath for so long.
And the problem is with the tail. It is pokey and doesn’t fit as neatly as fb would expect. Plus, Grandpa is hollering. He is stuck to the sofa without it. “FIRSTBORRRRRRRN COULD YOU STEP ON IT!!!”
Firstborn is not impressed. It is his tail and he is keeping it in the elastic of his shorts.
And soon, everything is in place: but the one-handed mountain balancing act hides firstborn’s face almost completely.
So, now you know why this is not a photo-blog.