Lets Start of small

In my life I have never written a diary. All I say now is based on memories which are very memorable to me. Some may be painful, silly and good. Yet we call them memories. I was born in to a loving couple which happens to be my parents now: P (duh) .Mum a typical house wife and dad in the most exciting job that my dad never dreamed of getting in his life time. Flight Attendant. How many people could tell this almost every day, “I had tea in London, then Brake first in Kuala Lumpur and coffee in Sydney”. Mum on the other hand loves to travel too, so whenever dad goes on very long flights he would take her and meet new adventures abroad.4 years later I came in to the picture on the 14th December 1989 on a Tuesday noon. A month before I was born my dad took a month’s leaf (holiday) so that he would be there when I was born. To my aunts surprise my mum was not afraid of giving birth, though it was the first time for her pregnancy. On the 13th midnight my mum felt some pains and thought I was due. They ran to the clinic and it turns out to be a false alarm but mum was kept for observation about 4 hours and was allowed to go home. After getting back home dad decided that it’s time for all to have a good rest, not knowing what lies ahead. Around 7.00 in the morning on the 14th mum got her pains again and this time it was serious. My dad and uncle rushed to the clinic again with mum and this time I was due to be out but there was a problem. My head was too big to fit in the pelvic bone and my mum’s doctor was forced to operate me out. (Well as the say better out the front then the back): P and there I was out breathing doing all the baby stuff and all. My mum told me that she saw my dad let out his tears as he was holding me in his arms and for her it was her first time seeing him does so. She asked him if I had 2 arms, legs and all the body parts were correct and stuff. You know mothers.2 days later my mum made sure she was back home and yes she did. Normally ladies after delivering would be stuck in bead for days mum walked and proved the doctor wrong. In the end I was home. My parents told me I pissed on dad twice when I was a baby (duh).When my parents were in Hawaii, they were in a store where they found a book which says names for babies. As they went through the book, they found a name which was up to their liking for me which is Hansel that simply means in Scandinavian is "A gift from God" Aananth in Tamil means "Happiness" and Boss the family name.6 weeks later my dad had his first long flight to Auckland which was about a weeks stay. My dad was reluctant to leave me at home so my dad decided to take my mum and myself to Auckland. Grandma was opposing telling that I was still 2 months old and should not do some things which are superstitious. My dad told he could handle it and so did mum. And on 14th of February I took my first flight to Auckland and landed on the 15th on my dad’s birthday. It was also the first time I have entered the Cockpit of a DC10-30 which was one of the most glorious and luxury Aircraft of its time. Little did i know that someday I would be so interested to become an airline pilot. My parents always reminded me of this moment by showing me the photograph taken. I was still wondering what those blinking gadgets are surrounding me in the cockpit, the captain told my father that one day I will be sitting on this seat.According to my parents we went down all the way to Rotorowa (correct me if I am wrong).There was this stewardess whom took care of me and made sure my parents had a good holiday but my parents again were feeling empty in them when I was not around worried if I was ok or crying and all the other baby stuff that babies do. So they tried their best to keep me with them. Well to all parents their kids are diamonds even though they are naughty and stuff. And that was about it. We came home in one peace (me mostly :P) and the story of me ends here for now till the next episode.