Defining 'abnormal'.

I would like to start with an intro or a preamble…but there is no point in beating about the bush….so I’ll come directly to the point. I hate kids. Okay, so I don’t Hate them…I just don’t care about them, I cant stand them! All I can manage when I meet my friends’ kids is a weak hello and that’s about it. Consider this…

I had gone to a friend’s place in Dehradun. Her son is 3-4 years old, loves milk and just sits around watching Cartoon Network the whole day (my friend is of the opinion that sitting in front of the TV is much better than him running amok in the house). One day it started to drizzle and being the bad Masi, I told him to go and play in the rain. He stood there trying to get wet but when that didn’t happen; he peed on this hand and put it on his head. Not only that he then spit into his hand repeating the process. I stood watching horribly fascinated at his antics but after that day, refused to hold his hand!

There are 2 kids living next to my flat. I am in perpetual terror when I step outside on the verandah to breathe some air. Whenever they see me, they will jump and smile and call me ‘bua’. If they are alone, then I quickly slink away but when their dadi is there, I have to pretend to entertain them and wave and make funny faces! Ohh…am a prisoner in my own house!!

Some of my friends tell me benevolently….”ohhh you’ll develop your maternal instincts and everything will change then.” Maternal Instincts?? I don’t think that if a woman who is fast going to the wrong side of The Thirties does not have any maternal instincts, then she will never have any. And, so I heartily accept…I am a Freak!!

And you know how God has punished me for this…..all kids love me!! I don’t know why, but even my Mom laughs about it!!