Bleeding Christ and the Dinosaur


Tanaya - My daughter

My two-year old daughter, who has just learned to speak in proper words, came running to me one night, panting, “papa, come” she said and started pulling my arm. I was lying down on our sofa and watching a travel program on TV. “Papa, wake up” she insisted. (She used to say ‘wake up’ instead of ‘get up’). I tried to shoo her away as I was hooked on to the TV program. But the little girl kept tugging at my arm, persisting “come, come”. Irritated, I raised my voice and asked “what is it?”. But her importunate plea didn’t show any sign of stopping. So I decided to check out what she was so worried about after all.

She guided me to the main door which lay open, and pointed her finger at the adhesive sticker of crucified Jesus Christ which I had glued onto the front-side of our main door a day before.  “See, Jesus is bleeding”. Apparently she hadn’t seen the blood marks on Jesus before. She complained, “Dinosaur has bitten Jesus Christ”. 

Though I was pleasantly surprised at the way her thoughts are evolving, I was more interested to go back to the TV program. But my daughter wouldn’t let me go. She said “medicine”, meaning she want me to apply medicine to the bleeding parts of Jesus Christ in the sticker. I don’t know what fascination she has for medicines. Whenever she spots a cut or scratch on her body or anybody else’s, she would insist on applying medicine – which in her terms is usually some skin cream. 

I told her that Jesus would not need medicine and the wound would heel on its own, and tried to close the door. My daughter shrieked, and put one leg outside the door in her attempt to stop me from closing the door. She said “dinosaur will bite Jesus”, if I close the door. 

Once, when she had cried to take her out at night, I had told her that there is a dinosaur waiting in the darkness of the night and that would bite her if she goes out. Since the Jesus sticker is on the front-side of the door, when closed, Jesus will be on the outside of the door in the dark, and she imagined the dinosaur would attack him again. 

I wondered whether I should break my daughter’s belief and tell her that there aren’t any dinosaurs in this world. But I decided against, as this dinosaur could save me from taking her out on another night, especially when I’m stuck to football games, which I’m crazy about. 

I fetched a skin cream and carefully applied to the knees and hands of the crucified Jesus Christ. Then I got hold of a broom stick and stepped out into the dark, and waved the broom stick in the air to suggest that I was trying to chase the dinosaur away. 

My daughter was really happy about my efforts and she told my wife once we were back inside the house, “papa beat dinosaur, dinosaur ran away”. Though I was glad to be pedestaled as a hero in her mind, I thought, next time, I should tell her that I don’t need to protect Jesus Christ every time a dinosaur comes calling.

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About Joshi Mukard (85 Articles)
The author is a wandering soul with no place to call his home town. He was born in Kerala, brought up in several parts of Tamil Nadu, and currently living in Bangalore, shifting his base across the city on a yearly basis with fellow (unfortunate) wanderers, his wife (Libena) and little daughter (Tanaya). Despite all these, the author is a happy soul with no complaints on anything. He wakes up in the morning and sleeps at night and in-between he ducks, stumbles and dances through this world.

32 Comments on Bleeding Christ and the Dinosaur

  1. Aww…wish we could go back to that age of innocence and bliss….beautiful.

  2. poor girl 😦
    looks like all modern fathers are this way 😛

  3. Wow…That’s a nice one.Little one sounds a handful.

  4. When she grows up this blogpost will be very precious to her. Good work you are doing for her by way of blogging!

  5. You should take part in a contest for one of the best blogs on the web. I will advocate this website!

  6. he he he! 🙂 It is a tough subject to explain to her at this age. 🙂

  7. How sweet of her!
    When I was a very small girl, my Father would carry me to the bank and when he would get there, he would place me on the ground. I would hold the back of his shirt and follow him wherever he went, cause I was too small to see his face. One day, I noticed my Father was standing away in the bank, and I realized I was holding the shirt of some stranger. I was shocked as a kid. And I recall it to this day.
    My Father always laughs and says he always knew where I was in the bank, but when you are small this can be terrifying. The way children perceive things is so different, but they are special.

    • My daughter has also done something like that. When I take her out to malls, she runs around and hugs wrong legs looking at the color of the jeans. But as you told they way they think, is special

  8. haha…..she sure has a wild imagination. 😛
    A future best selling fiction writer, I believe 🙂

  9. Hey, your little girl is so pretty! Hahaha! Fighting dinasours to save Jesus, uh??? Wait till she grows up and read this post!!! Know? I think you are a great father, willing to go all out to please your little girl! Keep it up, friend! You may need to fight dinasours for a little longer… hehehe…

    • Thanks lion girl. It’s been a long time since the last time I saw you in here. Welcome back, and thanks for the comments.

      By the way, some people think I’m not a good father. But, jokes apart, I would like to believe I’m doing only the right things because she is so precious to me.

  10. cute and innocent
    lovely

  11. I mean.. so innocent and cute.. u hav a lovely and intelligent daughter…

  12. Such a darling your daughter is. I am sure she will grow up into a compassionate young woman. 😀

  13. Hahah. Lovely post! She’s such a sweetie! 🙂

    Sriram

  14. Beautifully written. I really like the way you play with words. Gonna read through all your thoughts penned down here.
    Just curious – why is it called a tomato blog? Is it your creativity or reasoning behind the name? Feel free to ignore the question if u don’t wanna answer it 😉
    Happy writing!
    Tanaya

    • It’s just creativity. I wanted to give a name that sounds interesting and evoke curiosity in readers. I wanted to give a name that does not have ‘musings’,’thoughts’, ‘rant’ and all other stereotype words in it. A name that would give readers a hint about it’s humoristic outlook. ‘Tomato’, I thought, is perfect.

  15. oh my u r so good….at writing.. Its Monday I have tonnes of work and I cant leave ur blog 🙂

    • Joshi Mukard // April 8, 2014 at 5:49 am // Reply

      It feels so good to hear such comments, Micks. Do you write as well? I would like to visit your blog, if you have one.

  16. Tanaya is adorable! ❤

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