So I am reading Sapiens and
getting really sad about how my ancestors destroyed the Australian Megafauna
and how we are probably the worst species in the world and then suddenly I
realized I love marsupials. Effectively that means I love the Kangaroo because
it carries the baby in a pouch. When I was a kid, I thought being a Kangaroo
kid was quite cool. Imagine living in a pouch, being carried around by mom
everywhere. Jumping around peacefully was all that I dreamt off.
So the last one year, where despite
many promises of being regular on this blog, I have been absconding, there has
been a real reason. I was undergoing a major transformation. Not satisfied with
just being a Sapien, I decide to become part of a new species – the Dad-aroos.
The Dad-aroos are marsupial Sapiens,
tracing their psychological makeup to sea horses. They are found typically in
parks and malls, strangely attired very similarly in T shirt and shorts. The
sometimes carry an additional pouch on their backs full of cotton harvested
around the year. They carry the young in a pouch in front of them. The young,
known to be completely disrespectful to authority, listens only to one voice –
that of the Mama-roo. Hence it is lucky, that when the Dad-aroo walks, he is
able to initiate a motion that resembles the young one’s time in the womb and
if the young one allows, he can perfect the art of constantly moving up and down
the clothes aisles in a crowded departmental store.
The Dad-aroos are quite harmless. They
nod to each other, only pausing to eye the make of the pouches. There exists a
pouch snobbery inherent in the species. Sometimes they also pause to gauge
future parents in laws of their peacefully sleeping infants. But mostly they
keep on looking for the Mama-roo to have her at arm’s length even if there is
the slightest chance of the kid waking up.
So I spent the last year being a
Dad-aroo and I was quite good at it. Unfortunately, the young grows up, outgrows
the pouch and I already have a feeling how it feels when the bird will finally
leave the nest.
So that was that. 2018. The year I
turned into a full fledged Dad-aroo.
