Tyranny of a baby
Ahalya recently turned a year old and she does whatever the fuck she wants. If you weren’t aware of the incredible power tiny humans exercise on fellow mortals, you must have led a very blissful life. I don’t have an offspring to call mine yet but i’ve observed a lot. Babies are more rigid than Putin’s foreign policies. You can’t make them do anything that they dislike. If they detest Farex, that’s it. Case closed. No amount of parley and brinkmanship would cut the deal. My niece was expected to take her first steps when she was past her ninth month but no. Mademoiselle had her own plans. She did the deed only a week after one. Turns out she not only does whatever she wants but also avoids doing whatever she doesn’t want to. You can’t reign a free spirit like that. Almost all babies fall under this category to be frank. One thing is common to their tribe: They don’t give a damn. We talk about not giving a damn whereas they don’t know how to talk about not giving a damn, so they simply don’t give a damn. Sorted. If you notice their overconfident behaviour, you might want to kill yourself for your utter lack of control over your life. Unlike you, they pronounce the terms of their existence. They don’t care that momma and poppa had a long day and haven’t caught even 2 hours of sleep before they yelp. If they feel there’s a dip in attention curve, it doesn’t matter how dark the night is. Worse still, the helplessness adults exhibit with respect to babies is downright cruel. You can’t cover your ears and force yourself to sleep like a psychopath. Not happening on your baby’s watch anyway. These little pricks are the directors of the show and your TRP for peace depends on their mood. If they feel like pooping, they will poop. If they feel like leaking, they will leak. If they like puking, you can guess. Plain and simple. Babies believe in emotional terrorism because the force of belonging is too strong to overcome for the terrorized person in question. The parents/guardians can’t bring themselves to neglect the wailing or the silence of the cradle. The baby belongs to them and the yoke of responsibility can’t be cast away. So, the little ones end up taking advantages as long as they can.
Plot twist: One day, they grow up a bit and can fairly understand what is going on. That’s when the parents start beating them mercilessly with belts, cloth-hangers, shoes, horse-sticks, etc. for the smallest of mistakes because justice has to be served one way or the other.
