After 30 years, she finally decided to let go of the handles and felt herself fly on the cycle☺️. Life still had a few unanticipated smiles, after all.
Monday, August 13, 2018
Wednesday, August 08, 2018
Saturday, July 21, 2018
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
Monday, June 04, 2018
Friday, June 01, 2018
The first city that i visited as a professional with my father. We visited the meenakshi temple in the evening. He had said that we would see the temple elephant, but were told that it had gone out just then. A bit disappointed, we saw the goddess and the lord, admired the 1000 pillar mandapam and then prayed at the kalyanasundaresar sannidhi for an early and happy marriage for my then 23 year old self. As we were going out, we saw the golden chariot being drawn. And then, we saw the baby elephant.
I remember my mother chatting on yahoo chat, saying that she had a terrific experience, with my father being completely unreachable for 2 days in madurai.
I remember staying at college house and visiting tafe with my father after returning from the US, thinking what a whole lot of tractors!!!
I remember visiting for Raj's wedding, when my mom had a really bad back ache for the first time.
Madurai - very fondly remembered.
Wednesday, October 25, 2017
I remember being put to sleep on my father's shoulders - he used to walk around the garden singing abcd... After my brother and i grew up a bit, he used to tell us stories and put us to sleep. Or rather, he used to fall asleep telling stories!! We would try waking him up or prodding him to tell us the story correctly. He used to reply that the protagonist of the story had gone off to sleep or was busy in a meeting or had taken the train and it could be continued only the next night. The stories would evolve every day based on what was happening in the city, in house, office, with his friends etc. We could also actively contribute and turn the story which ever way we wanted. Our favorite story was that of the chundakkai, a tiny bitter berry, which was always taking off from his mother plant and running away to explore the world. In his honor, i present Chindu the chundakkai story, as it is evolving with my brats. I am just writing out the rhymes, leaving out the tamil story portion. Will try to get it out in a bit.
ஒரு ஊரில், ஒரு farmer தாத்தா இருந்தாராம். Daily, அவர், .தன் வயலில் வளௌந்த காய்கரிகளை பறித்து, தனது கூடையில் எடுத்துக் கொண்டு சந்தைக்கு
To the market, to the market, to the market off we go!
In a basket, in a basket, in a basket off we go!
Here comes a red car
The market is so far
Will you please take us along??
We will sing you a beautiful song
Carrots, beans and peas
Baked in cottage cheese
Yummy yummy yum
Thank you, my dear mum
Oh my, oh dear
You came without telling your mum?!!
She will fret and fear
search far and near
Wont rest till she knows you are safe and here.
What have you done, you naughty baby bum!!?
Wednesday, October 18, 2017
Monday, September 25, 2017
The note book lay forgotten amidst the numerous momentos and trinkets collected over the years. The metaphors rose and fell as the pages lazily turned under the breeze.
The rustle, more than the movement caught her attention. She snatched the book out of his reach, just as he was about to get it. It was snacks time!!
Tuesday, September 19, 2017
Friday, September 15, 2017
The scar was there for all to see. The dark red lines etched deep over her skin. Emblazoned just above her blouse. Left anyone who visited her wondering how deep it went and how such a frail body had withstood so much.
No one would have guessed the tattoo to hold so much pain inside.
Abuse is never just physical.
Friday, August 19, 2016
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Tuesday, August 05, 2014
Wednesday, July 09, 2014
Friday, April 18, 2014
Sunday, March 30, 2014
New age metaphors - like the rapid sound of keyboard firing away and the adrenalin rush of checking the number of messages after a two hour break of posting the new photos on facebook will soon rule the day.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Sunday, September 22, 2013
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
The butterfly was black with blue spots and got caught in the wiper on the windscreen. He pulled over to the side and gently plucked it out. It flew away.
She clapped her hands in delight and wondered if he had indeed broken the bangle.
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Not just the ingredients - you have to be so precise about their measures. Some people talk in cups. Others in gms and yet others in ounces/ pints. So many measures!!! I am a person who just tosses in the rice in the cooker and adds how much ever water looks right. No half measures for me! You can imagine my frustration when the recipie asks you to add 160 gms of all purpose flour. Why cant it be any purpose flour instead?
The ultimate test is however when I need to take the cake out of the oven. I am never sure about whether it is done. Neither am I sure about when it is cool enough to turn out of the dish. I keep telling myself that I should trust the recipie and leave it in for as long as it calls for. It needs a lot of faith and a strong will to resist the temptation of doing things immediately. Baking calls for patience. A lot of it.
However - end of the story is very beautiful. I baked a wonderful eggless red velvet cake with wheat flour and butter cream icing and made a beautiful angry bird icing on top of it. :) And my nephew loved it!
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Some times, it really feels like things are willfully hiding from us. Part - 5 of a tamil book series was simply missing for two weeks. We searched in all places and then decided to buy another copy. So, finally on sunday - we went all the way to higginbothams, which was one of the few shops stocking this book and got another copy.
Today - exactly 3 days later, it turns up beneath the inverter in the new house.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Friday, November 30, 2012
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Later, when I finally learnt that a bustard was "a big terrestrial bird" and that a bastard was "a child born out of wedlock", I was able to understand what it meant. But, by then, I also knew that it was supposed to be a slur on some body's mother and according to the tam culture, insulting a person's mother was worse than insulting the person himself. Like damning somebody even before they are born!
So, what is it about the word bastard, that people use it as a derogatory term? I might find the parents irresponsible for bringing a child that they knew they would not be able to care for. In most cases, I might find fault with the father for either being irresponsible or for abandoning the woman without sharing parenting responsibilities. Why in the world is it used as a swear word? Why is there such a mania for people to know their roots so exactly? Why is it a fault if we are unable to establish our complete parentage? Why would a single parent child be looked upon more favorably than a bastard child?
What is it about marriage that gives sanctity to birth? And I am left with just more questions than ever...
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
We are not friends! - on facebook... Whatever for?!!! We share a hundred thoughts and moments. We weed our garden, go to work, decorate our house, groan over tax returns, throw parties and grocery shop together. What more will I share with him on facebook? And what I do want to share, I would rather share with him alone and not with the rest of the world. And so it is for me! :)
Monday, May 07, 2012
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Maybe there is a subconscious compulsion to compare every thing that we see to things that are familiar to us. And we appreciate only those that strike a resonant chord. Would this mean that sufficient familiarity with any given thing would make us appreciate it? How then do we form our dislikes? Other than instanteaneous allergic/ unpleasant reactions, how does one know that something is amiss?
Sunday, May 08, 2011
After we left the place, my cousin asked me who he was. I replied that I did not know. Sometimes, we come across people who glow with peace and happiness, who walk around with a smile - like they have the buddha inside them. We feel happier to have just seen them. I guess, it taps something inside us and reassures our belief in goodness of the world.
Sunday, May 01, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
"I want to...? Is that sufficient reason?"
"You have your priorities all mixed up. You know your age? We should be looking at having a baby. What will people think? Why do want to waste so much money on an arangetram? I dont think your parents will be happy. Neither will I be. Nor will my parents...I am not at all comfortable with you going ahead with this. Please drop the idea."
Is it insanity that makes a woman want to go and do exactly what the person who declares that he loves her does not want her to do? Is love always about giving up what is dear to you? Is love always measured in tears and heartbreaks? What an irony for a happy feeling... I dont want to be loved like this.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Saturday, May 08, 2010
Thursday, April 01, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Thursday, November 05, 2009
I wish I could believe,
instead of wanting to know.
I wish I could let go,
instead of being weighed down.
I wish I could simply laugh,
instead of having to smile.
I wish my day had a little bit more,
than just twenty four!
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Friday, September 04, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Then came the book. She would not read it. She did not want to know his name. As she was picking up a gift for her husband, she asked for it, half hoping that such a vague first time author name would not be there on the shelves. As she read through the foreword, she knew - that it was no pseudonym. That was his name...