No, I'm not talking about Barack Obama, although yes, he did it too. And since I'm on the topic, I may as well get this out of the way. Obama was my man, my guy, my choice. Had I been in the States, he would have gotten my vote. In fact, I believed in him so strongly, I actually considered going to the embassy to find out more about over-seas voting.
But even without my vote, he did it. He won. As I knew he would.
However, I'm slightly wary now. What does this mean for India? After his remark about the Kashmir issue, I don't know what to think.
What does this win mean for the thriving BPOs and Call Centres in India? Does it spell doom for the IT industry?
I don't know. I can only hope and pray, that this man who I put all my political faith into, does not let me down.
But until then...I am slightly wary.
And now to move on to the little man for whom this post is actually intended...my YO.
Today, after endless prayers sent to the heavens above, I heard the magic words, "A****** can come from 9.30 tomorrow." Yay! Zippa-dee-doo-dah and zippa-dee-ay!
Ok, while I didn't hear the magic words directly since I had to pick up the EO from his school, they were relayed to me by the YO's ayah who was waiting with a beaming smile to tell me about my little one's graduation from the Crier's Section to the Non-Crier's Section. Well slap my back and call me Happy!
Since Monday, his fusses and tantrums had been losing intensity and there would be no tears in the car, on the way to school. The ear-splitting, nerve-fraying, heart-breaking "Mammmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!" would start once we got down from the car and he would be taken from my arms. He'd be carried inside, looking at me teary-eyed, hand outstretched in my direction and shrieking at champagne-flute-shattering-levels. But according to the class teacher, the minute he'd enter class and be put down, the shriek would change to a sniffle and the sniffle to smiles and a happy-to-be-here-this-place-ain't-all-that-bad outlook. He's even been walking out all smiles now!
And so, they finally feel he's ready to start at normal timings along with the others. They're confident that even the two-minute wail will disappear soon enough!
My fingers and toes are all crossed, folks. Hell, I'm even typing this cross-eyed! ;)
Say a little prayer for us, won't you?