MY SON KRISHNA RAJESH

  • My son's name is Krishna Rajeshwar Rao.
  • He was born on 25th December ,1962.
  • He was born in Kuwait .
  • My wife was admitted in the Govt. Maternity Hospital in the evening  at 7.30 p.m. on 23rd December. 
  • She was taken to hospital by our dear family friend,
  • Mr. E.K.V. KRISHNAN  whom we called him as 
  • Durai, in his black Chevrolet car.
  • When I went to the hospital, I was not allowed to go and see her.
  • But I got the information, she was still having her pains.
  • I prayed to Jesus Christ and requested him ,in my prayer,
  • that my son might please be born on 25th December.
  • My wish was granted, at the cost of my wife's suffering  with the pains.
  • When I went in the evening, I got the news ,my son born in the evening on the Christmas day.
  • We brought her home, in Durai's  new car, white Chevrolet
  • near Seif Palace which was the then  near the Gulf Bank K.S.C.
  • We bought for him a iron cradle. We used to feed him milk in the glass feeding bottle. After drinking , he would throw down and when it broke ,made a sound, he was very happy.
  • Then by force, we changed the feeding bottle to a plastic one.
  • He tried and  stopped throwing that because he did not get what he wanted.
  • When he was born, both the parents did not know how to take care of the baby,
  • So in January 1963,they went to Kumbakonam, where his grand parents were there.
  • When he came back, he used to use the green cream, which his father was applying for his hair make up.
  • He spread that all over his body.
  • His mother had to give him  a full bath  to clear off that,
  • Then one day, when we were busy, he took the Ganapathy idol and put it in his mouth.
  • When his mother came, she found out the missing idol in his mouth.
  • His mother used to go to the painting and knitting class in the evening.
  • His father took him to the nearest park which was very big and kept him engaged.
  • The lady who was teaching his mother was very magnanimous and very kind lady. Her name is Mrs.Bhasin.
  • You could never find such a lady,  a rare person.
  • She used to pet him and play with him and asked Amechand to offer snacks and tea.
  • (TO BE CONTINUED)

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