I picked up my wife from her workplace.  She was nearing nine months pregnancy.  She looked too tired and out of sort.  I dropped her at her mom"s place and was telling her about the ongoing Hyderabad trip that I had to accompany my students as a part of study tour.  I also informed her my reluctance in joining the tour as my wife"s due-dates coincided with the tour date.  My wife told me that she could manage on her own and I need not worry about it.  I had a cup of tea and then departed to reach my home.  My wife seemed to have signs of impending labour pain and she tried calling me on my cell immediately after I left my in-law"s home, but in vain.  I had two mobiles at my disposal and both failed to ring when it was most needed. Instead she called up my mom and informed her.  Atlast my cell rang with a call from home.  She informed me that my wife had already rushed to the maternity hospital and asked me to get back home at the earliest. I along with my mom after much of trouble reached the place.  Before we reached I had a call from my wife and she informed me that the doctor"s had told her that Caesarean was a necessity as she had undergone some complications.  I consented to this and she was taken to the operation theatre before I could reach the hospital.  Bangalore"s traffic played a spoilsport in me reaching the place on time.  With much of struggle that arose because of the one way traffic I struggled to find a route to the clinic.  My mother-in-law met me on the way and she informed me that my wife had given birth to a son.  I rushed in eagerly to have the first glimpse of my progeny.  I had to wait for half an hour before the nurse asked me to have a look at the baby.  The nurses told me that my son looks like Rajanikanth and they pestered me for a proper reward which they did get.  I had no prejudices as to whether my offspirng was a son or a daughter.  I rather preferred a daughter because they would be more attached to their father than son but the vice versa occurred.  I don"t subscribe to this thought process though.  As a son I have always had affection towards my dad and mom equally.  Only thing missing though was my unhindered ex-pression of affection towards my mom with whom I had more of time to spend, she being a housewife than I could with my dad.  But my wife was very happy to have a son. The first glimpse was  the most precious moment which I captured through my camera.  My biological intellect sharpened and I could analyse that he had a fair skin similar to his grandparents.  He had a large eyes resembling his mom and he carried a single dimple in one of his cheeks which was half-iheritance from me as I have dimples on both the cheeks.  My part time job helped me a lot to spend my time with my son and wife.  Rarely do lecturers working in any college would dare to apply or even think of having a paternity leave.  Many anecdotes started circulating regarding my son"s birth and one such story was that my wife delivered before the due date because my son was eager to facilitate my trip to Hyderabad.  The first days of fatherhood made me to think more and plan a lot for the near future.  As the days passed I realised that I have to take life as it comes rather than planning too much and getting too little.  My wife"s occasional barbs to taunt me was that she had more of role in giving birth to the child than me was rebuked by me saying that "each and every cell of my son carries 23 chromosomes from my side and so you can"t neglect or ignore my role".  My fatherhood has reached the fourth month and I am enjoying both the bliss as well as the sacrifices that I have to incur in the process.