Is it a sign of getting old? Or is it a natural pogression of an expectant father?

As most of you know, I enjoy the taste of cultural foods, smell of new land, pleasure of intellectual discussions; or to state it simply, I possess a wandering spirit and I greatly enjoy it. I fantasied travelling to every continent; visiting northern light in Artic; flying above Antartic (btw, between my sister & I, we’ve already visited 4 continents).

I continued to believe that I’ll save enough money and do travelling as I fantasied. It wasn’t a question of ‘if’ but ‘when’.

‘Change is the only constant’, goes the cliche. I just didn’t realise the truth in it.

‘You want to leave the world just a bit better place’, is how my friend Xavier put it when he described his feeling of being a father. I’m surprised that my feelings, thoughts and wants are no more about travelling the world, but to provide a better place for Rani and the kid(s). If it means me working a little longer or travel in a metro crowd standing for 2 hours, so be it. My thoughts revolve around, buying a house with a lawn for the kid to play or a flat where they can socialise and on and on.

Probably the elders were wise afterall – in Tamil (culture) they used to say of uncontrolled youths – ‘get him married; he will be controlled’.