This five foot eight inches man breaks down. His only wife of not even ten months is now in grave danger. Nobody in the family or hospital knows what to do. No body has a clue!
“This paper here, you need to sign. And please specify whom do you want to save,” doctor has to perform her duty. And so she does.
This man cries a bit more. He screams at the doctor, “Kiski bachana chahunga main.“
An old lady walks slowly to the doctor, “That woman inside my daughter. We will save her, please let me sign.”
* * *
“Good news. We saved both. Baby and mother both healthy. Baby is in the incubator for now,” doctor narrates this in the same monotonous voice she used before.
Yes, I was born among much bollywood drama. My father could not stop crying for long. And well my mother who was thankfully unaware of all the brouhaha, was happy to bear a child.
* * *
You know how it all works, love marriages. People get married and then before they know it they have a daughter. My parents hardly had any time to travel, to go out, to meet friends. My mother got pregnant the very next month of marriage. So they worked out a solution. They left me all of six months at my grandmother aka nani’s place.
I was the first born in the family. Needless to say I was pampered like there is no tomorrow. People around often thought my mausi was my mother, because my actual mother was always absent from the scene.
After a while I returned and the good times ended. My parents were staunch believer of obedient not so happy kids.
Times changed and from one year to the other me Richa Singh turned out to be one helluva bright kid. I stood first in every class, later of course that dropped to top three. And then a trained classical dancer, a classical singer and an avid reader.
Many a times I used to hear people say to their kids, “Richa ko dekho kitni achhi bachhi hai.“
My mother used to be stopped in school by random parents who would say , ” Aap Richa ki mummy hain. Humne itna suna hai uske baare mein.“
After many years a diametrically opposite incident happened. My father visited a friend who said “Our daughter studies in Galgotia.” Same college as me.
My father knew I had been having way too much fun in college and so to prove it to himself, he called this girl and said, ” Meri ek dost ki ladki padhti hai Galgotia mein. Richa Singh naam hai uska, third year mein hai. Jaanti ho usse?”
You know what she replied? “Usse kaun nhi jaanta,” with a hint of smirk.
My heart alone knows how many times I was lectured on this. My old man would go, “ Kis bacchhe ke baare mein aisa bola jaata hai?”
I would be like, “Papa she meant it in a good way. You know how I always take part in extra curricular activities.”
“Beta hum bhi college gaye the,” dad’s favourite reply.
* * *
Why am I eligible to be Royal baby? Because I was born among much fanfare, people talked about me a lot. Like Harry potter the boy who survived 🙂 And then like Prince Harry who started off well but then turned into the Royal Brat, “Usse kaun nhi jaanta.”
Find me in the bunch!
This has been a fun memory down the lane, I know all of you are forever dying to know more about me. 🙂
This post might have helped but for further reference reading you can go through these three posts as well: Dear Mom,
To the three angels in my life
My true story
I wrote this for Indiblogeshwari’s That Tuesday Thing!
What a horrible position to be in! To have to decide which should live or die would be just horrendous.
Kathy
https://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com
Yes it was Kathy, my dad keeps repeating the experience I myself get scared…
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This is a nice story…no wonder you are so dramatic…paidaa hone se pehle hi drama 🙂
hehe you got it Kajal 🙂
I thought you were weaving one of your fiction stories in the first half. Phew! You can call it drama, but I was quite shaken. And your dad poor thing. BUT, here you are, my lovely blogger friend with this super sweet narrative to tell. Seriously, “usse sab ko janana chahiye” is what I’ll say for Richa Singh. 😀
Aww so cute Sakshi 🙂 I hope really the whole of blogosphere feels like that *cool shades put on*
Whichs u the on ein red cap or the one in yellow?
Yellow! 😀 😀
My goodness ! Your birth drama is way greater than mine 😛 After all that .. you deserve to be treated as a royal baby !
Thanks Ruchira, you had to read this post to conclude this 😀
Wow. What a dramatic entry into the world. I thought this happened only in Bollywood sagas. On the plus side, I think it’s a lot of fun to be (in)famous in college, especially when you have been the topper-type in school. You really do discover new dimensions of yourself 😉
Thank you! And yes thats the prime motive for such things…to always beat other people’s opinion about me 😛
hahahahaha yo yo Richa Singhhhh!!! 😛 😛 ..
Yo Yo Suku jee 😛 😛
nice trip down memory lane! the first part was scary though, no man ever wants to hear that either the mom or baby can be saved..can’t even imagine what ur dad went through. ur royal baby indeed! ru the one in the pink sweater?
In yellow girl 😀 and yes I was always a royal baby not for one reason though 😛
Hai hai mirchi…uff uff mirchi…was this song composed in your honour?
One of the many Purba 😛
was a fun read.. u must be the one in red monkey cap na !! Tumhe kaun nai pehachanta 😉 ?
mai bhi pehachaan gai
enjoyed the post
Thanks Afshan! Pakka pehchaan gayi beta tum?
or u r the one in yellow ?
confused 😮
Now you got it right! I am in yellow…