moonlit rainbows
You don't have to believe it, just because it is true!
Thursday, August 18, 2022
Friday, July 01, 2022
teach me
Tuesday, May 24, 2022
there is only one problem
Saturday, April 30, 2022
Thursday, March 03, 2022
the allure of cause and effect
Thursday, October 07, 2021
an unequal equation
Wednesday, June 16, 2021
Home
Tuesday, February 23, 2021
cheers!
Thursday, January 28, 2021
வேண்டுதல்
Friday, January 15, 2021
true caller
Saturday, November 28, 2020
a disconnect
Saturday, August 22, 2020
movies list
Thursday, April 30, 2020
And we started buying.news papers again...
Sunday, March 29, 2020
Wednesday, January 22, 2020
no longer my baby
Sunday, December 15, 2019
scary
Friday, December 06, 2019
middle ages
Friday, March 29, 2019
Mother
Take me gently - like a delicate flower
Take me even as the breeze lifts the creeper
Take me with no pain
Take me, so that I shall never again
Wonder if I am going or coming back
Take me to my mother
To my father and
to all those I hold dear
Take me with no fear
Take me so that I may
See the light at the end of my day
Take me,
Take me far away
Take me with a smile on my lips
And fond memories
Take me
Take me away...
Saturday, March 23, 2019
Mother of a son
I never thought it would be something so special. The pride of seeing your son discover something and sharing his excitement with such awestruck, wondrous eyes. He makes me wonder all the time who is teaching whom, what.
Even as i try teaching him to eat with a sense of decorum and a sense of time, he is teaching me patience. When I am teaching him about insects and gardening, he teaches me excitement at seeing caterpillars curl up and snails shrinking into their shells. He teaches me happiness when he catches a ball, letting go and yelling ooooohhhh when he wants to do a together "wolf maadiri kathuhu" going on the scooter, sensitivity - when he becomes silent on perceived injustices and I have to explain my actions to him.
My child - my teacher. My son. My wonder. My very own.
Saturday, September 01, 2018
Letting go
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
Finality
When death is no longer sacred, or secretive.
When it's details are made into a formula
And the act itself reversible.
Like a chemical reaction...
Weariness
Wednesday, August 08, 2018
Saturday, July 21, 2018
When a shoulder is missing
If I cry out to you, tell me that you will come back in his dreams and let him know you are there forever for me.
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
Monday, June 04, 2018
Not funny, J.
Mister - it is not funny to be across the globe and change your phone, social handle, address and become incommunicado out of the blue. There are people who think and worry about you. kindly call on seeing.
Friday, June 01, 2018
Madurai
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
Chindu chundakkai
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
Baby answers...
What will you have for dinner?
I will eat light!
And i discover an innocent answer can lift me out of darkness!!
Monday, September 25, 2017
And they stopped buying news paper.
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 butterfly on her breast.
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
Two is just right!;
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
of toes and fingers
Tuesday, August 05, 2014
Happy friendship day
Wednesday, July 09, 2014
the notebook
Friday, April 18, 2014
Killers
Sunday, March 30, 2014
kuruvi saththam...
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
My butterfly hero
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
Faith...
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
what is there to choose?!!!
Heaven - a state of complete satisfaction with no wants.
I wonder why people would choose either! and I wonder why I wrote about hell before heaven!!
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
The season has begun
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
growing legs...
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.
aaargh~!!!
Monday, December 17, 2012
When pity hurts more than hurt...
Thursday, December 13, 2012
A star in the house
Friday, November 30, 2012
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
you will understand when you grow up...
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...