Why Babies?

My wife is eight months pregnant with our baby boy now. Till now, we are still grappling with the question of why do we want to have a baby.

Based on my limited understanding of the meaning of life, I told my wife we should give our baby a chance to enjoy life like what we have been given by our parents. Life, be it happy or sad, smooth sailing or filled with obstacles, is always a wonderful experience.

Then there is this secretive selfish reason of mine, which is too shameful for me to admit: To prove that I am capable of becoming a father. Yes, it’s a male ego problem, to prove that my organ works.

As MY baby grows bigger and gives my dear wife much physical pain, this guilt of not being able to do much grows larger too. Yes, it’s my entire fault dear. I know your back hurts. You have stretch marks on your belly. It’s ugly to wear bikini in future. You have difficulties sleeping at night. Our baby son seems to know that it’s world cup season and he starts to kick whenever he hears soccer fans cheering on TV.

But I have my pain too. I have to come up with the money to cater for OUR baby’s need: Hospitalization bill, delivery bill, baby’s bed, clothing, pram, education for the next twenty years at least, etc. etc. Is that heartache or what?

Okay, okay. I promise I will spend time taking care of our boy whenever I am not on flying duties, okay?

If you look at ‘the big picture’, we have limited resources in this world. Adding another number to the world’s population will only aggravate the over population problem. On the other hand, having more babies will help solving some of the economic problems we have in this graying population. That’s how this ‘baby bonus’ in taxation comes about. No, nope, we are not having a baby because we want our kid to take care of us when we are old. Although if he can buy me a condominium with a big swimming pool or that dream car of mine, a BMW 7 series, will be nice. (See? Being selfish again.)

Famous author Deepak Chopra said “Kid, you are here for a reason.” (Reference: The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success for Parents by Deepak Chopra) Famous Daddy to my kid says, “Son, please don’t ask daddy what is the reason. Coz daddy doesn’t know the reason too!”



(Thanks to all my friends who have contributed their babies' photos to this blog! Cute, aren't they?)

Blogging is like Kara-oke-ing

Kara-oke-ing

I chose my favourite song. I sang with gusto and emotions. I thought my audience would like it. They chose to be there anyway.

I finished singing. The audience clapped. Some shouted, “Encore! Encore!” The majority kept quiet. They kept looking at the TV screen wondering whether the next music video would show a lady in even less clothing than the previous one.


Blogging

I chose my topic that I thought would interest my blog fans. I wrote with such passion that I blurted out laughing and rubbing my palms out of excitement. I published my latest blog.

Then my readers read it. Either they have come across my blog by invitation or by chance, they chose to start reading. Some gave up without finishing. Some finished reading. Some related to the article so well that they left some comments on the blog. The majority kept quiet.


Who is this guy who always think that his singing/opinion is important? Who cares about what he feels/thinks anyway? Why is he keep committing this act of self-fulfilling prophecy? You mean he is so stressed that he got no other way to vent his emotions?

Honestly, I don’t find his singing/blog interesting at all. It’s such a pain to listen to him. Should I tell him? But I don’t want to be the bad guy. You know what I mean? Maybe I should just leave. Let him pay for my drinks. Let him ‘shiok sendiri’ (Malay term for gratifying ownself).

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