Vishama Kaara Kannan Arrived 1 day in Advance…!

27 08 2013

Advance Happy Krishna Jayanthi / Janmashtami to all the buddies out there..! 🙂

Now hows that possible? Naliki thane Krishna ku Happy Birthday?? how come the advance wishes…

Here is the What? Why? How? When? and Where? of the Happennings today…

Scene 1: Tick tick click tick click click- me in morning shift Office –  Called amma to put mokkai -the wake up call to correct the bad looks before other colleagues in regular shift come and check out my sleepy beauty – Amma enna ma pannara, cheedai thattai murukku ellam panna start pannitiya?

Amma: yenga Un ponnu pannara attagasathula.. enna panna theriyuma??? and the augh riot begins i’m laughing and rolling and laughing harder and harder.. as my mom rants away about my little Nik was rolling out her mischevious acts one by one…!!

Scene at home: Nik wakes up as soon as i left for my shift – mom: Oh adadadada murukku plan poche..! – regular work starts feed the kid – clean her – run with her – clean the peepee and other mess  – clean her – feed her – routine..

mom gives her a bath, dresses her up and turns to the vessels in the sink – Nik runs and grabs the aavin butter box – quietly (with all the jal jal of the thandai some giggles and a lot of kid language) “quietly” comes out of the kitchen checking whether my mom noticed her.. the minute my mom turned, she ran with the butter – butter slipped and fell – she runs to grab it – the butter slips from inside the box and falls outside – she slips and falls – mom to chase the butter – nik to run home into the kitchen grabbing the butter box – and “thump” she sat near the arisi mavu ulundhu mavu mixture kept for the cheedai stuff..

dips her hand into the lot and smears it on the face.. takes some and spreads it in the floor – some lands on her head and some everywhere – mom coming back with the butter – semma shock about the white creature sitting there covered in on the floor covered flour dust on and around her..

Entry dad after hs bath – nik runs to him and hugs his legs with all might – his legs are white with flour now – she giggles and walks away happily – Dad runs to catch her and give her a second bath and to get a shower again for himself

Moral: Vishama kaara Kannan has arrived…!!!

Back with a Bang.. or something like it ;)

26 08 2013

Folks.. I’m back to writing (i guess so) finally 🙂 lets hope i write pretty much soon 🙂


See you all soon with my next post 🙂

Until then.. please await.. more text coming soon… 😀

Vijayadasami – Navrathri

3 10 2011

Navrathri in itself means galatta time.. the entire process f keeping golu with my mom dad and brother.. getting all friends and relatives come home.. the paatu padungo episode.. sundal eating episode.. keeping thambulam area wise and age wise.. its a whole fun filled power packed 10 days..

the last two days are the best…
second last THE SARASWATHI pooja day.. The day the studying clan celebrates.. because all books are to be kept for pooja.. we are requested not to read.. vera yenna varam venum?? but this day turns out to be boring because, the TV’s dont have anything worthwhile to show apart from the “vijayadasami dhinathandru ungal sun tv yil.. thiraikki vandhu sila natkale aana putham pudhiya nagaichuvai thirai padam.. paapaiya patti mandram.. thirai kannotam, pudhiya padalgal etc” ads… there’l will be some mokkai old film (i do not mean saraswathi sabadham – i like that movie) where the ads take up 3 hours and movie takes the rest of the time in between.

what i love about this is.. the previous day itself.. me and my friends and our moms go to our dance class “KALASAGARA” and start cleaning up the place to decorate it for the grand vijayadasami day.. we dust the place.. sweep.. and put up decor.. our dear Malathy miss also helps and cheers… so yeah.. we tie ribbons up from the roofing.. and wala.. in some time.. the entire place will brim with expression of celebration..! click here
then we all decide what we wear the next day.. dhavani or saree.. and discuss different colors and retire for the day.. by this time it will be past dinner time… so its just about hitting the sack to wake up early and dress up..

and so comes THE DAY.. we all deck up and go to ma’am’s place aka dance class (KALASAGARA) with plates of fruits to offer to our beloved GURU… take her blessings.. wear our salangais and dance 🙂 this is the best part..

after this is the time for house hunting.. all friends share the cars and available two wheeler’s and go to each other’s houses.. sing group songs for the respective golu’s.. get nice gifts and sundal… 🙂

how much i miss 12 ranganathan gardens… :O

Puppy Love

21 09 2011

duke and dusky were neighbors.. they’ve known each other for quite sometime now.. duke has been living there ever since he was born.. and dusky’s folks moved in a few years back.. they have been best of friends ever since.. it was an everyday ritual to go for an evening walk around the park.. it is the most enjoyable thing.. they get to meet their friends golden roz, daisy, tuna, mike, sully and many others.. they all play and then return home after about a while..

But today was different.. the climate was misty so no one came to the park.. it was noon time.. duke had finished his lunch and was pondering outside his house.. occasionally taking glances at dusky’s window.. over time, he has realized that his feeling for dusky was more than being neighbors or friends… he was in love.. and his opinion, today was the best day to declare it.. the climate was romantic and dusky was very happy in the morning when he saw her…

the sun climbed down from the sky.. and evening was setting in.. as always dusky came and both of them strode away from the apartments towards the park… as expected by duke, the other friends had not turned up.. both of them enjoyed running and breathing the fresh evening air for a while.. then as running slowed down to a brisk stride.. duke decided to make use of the opportunity.. as they crossed a private bend.. he said “Woof woof woof woof…woooooooo” dusky was overwhelmed with joy… she also barked “woof woooooo” and both of them “woooood” in unison and fell over each other licking madly in joy..

in the mean time, it started getting dark.. so they walked back home… and ever since, the walk in the park never remained the same..

That Chor came to my house yesterday

22 08 2011

Was it only the makkhan that was stolen or her heart was stolen too?
Was makkhan smeared only on her face when HE tried to wriggled out of her clutches or was her heart too smeared with some of it?
Was only the pot of makkhan broken when He tried to run away or her heart broke too?

Still, she goes running behind that makhan chor (read chittha chor) while he goes to hide behind his mother(read blessed yashodha ma) and tell her maiyya, i dint steal it maiyya she fed it to me.. and when the pot slipped from her hand, i got scared and i came running and she’s chasing me blaming that i broke her pot and stole her makkhan.. yashodha maiyya laughs at the gopika.. and again she loses to kanhaiyya’s pranks and returns to her house to make more makkhan hoping kanhaiyya will come by again…!

Was it only the makkhan that melted or did her heart melt too?

Yeah, the same Kanhaiyya the Makkhan chor.. the chittha chor.. the madhav.. the gopalak.. the muralidhar.. the ghansham.. the same natkhat krishna 🙂 HE came to my house yesterday.. He ate butter and the other stuff that I had made for Him 🙂 and tell you what? the preparations tasted extra good because kanhaiyya had eaten it first 🙂


Makkhan: Butter
Chor: thief
maiyya: mother
Kanhaiyya – Krishna
makkhan chor: one who steals butter
Chittha Chor: one who steals our heart
Madhav: another name of Krishna
Gopalak: one who cares for the Cows
Muralidhar: one who has the flute
Ghanshyam: the dark complexioned
natkhat: naughty


An appointment with Sri Varalakshmi

14 08 2011

I have no idea when i made this appointment.. but She kept it and made me keep it too… it was fun this friday (the last friday of shravana / aadi maasam) before the full moon day ( avani avittam / rakshabandhan) when the meeting took place.. well so to say.. Varalakshmi ji was the guest of our house…

lemme tell you how we invited her and the stuff that happened during the meeting…
i was so exited about meeting Her.. my saasuma had kept a kalasham (silver shombu – small pot like vessel and a coconut smeared with manjal on top of the kalasham) the kalasham contained rice and other necessary things.. the Kalasham was kept on a platter of rice.. and our Varalakshmi ji’s face like image made of silver was decorated appropriately and kept on the kalasham… we took this to the entrance and invited Her amidst vedic chants… it was lovely…

then the vadhyar came.. he was to guide us through the proceedings of the meeting.. in the mean time.. we engaged Varalakshmi ji with flowers and small talk… then at the stipulated time for the meeting to start.. Vadhyar ji took us through the Sanskrit verses of the conversation with Varalakshmi ji.. and She conversed with us in the most divine language.. the language of LOVE.

once the meeting got over.. we had Varalakshmi ji kindly accept the food that we had prepared for Her to relish after the meeting.. after serving the Divine guest.. we also relished all that was prepared for the day…

all in all.. a lovely appointment.. and quality time spent… Varalakshmi ji… I humbly request you to keep visiting us.. I’ll make special dishes for you each time… 🙂

Getting over and healing yourself…

9 08 2011

Here.. i’m gonna elaborate on how to mentally heal yourself and get over things.. please note this is strictly not like this: you scrape your knee in a grave way.. put your palm over it.. and say “heal thy self”.. and the wound vanishes leaving the place spotlessly clean.. this is not that..! this post will say.. how you can heal your way out of being depressed.. or something similar..

OK so here is you sitting in a corner.. your feeling very sad.. say maybe because you fought with your mommy for a very silly reason.. (I chose this because I’ve done it many times and felt like killing myself for the same). OK lets state the reason.. mommy has had a very rough day.. she was not able to get her work finished despite slogging for the whole day with the corporation having shut down the power in peak summer. you have also had a tiresome day in college since the College day practice is neck breaking and you have loads of class room notes to complete. you come back home and feel desperate to have some fries.. you want mamma do make some fries.. she turns you down saying there is a power shut down and that she is very tired.. you also give in and ask for a cup of juice.. she makes the juice and hands it to you.. and while handing it, it slips from your hand and the juice spills on the entire floor attracting ants and flies.. mommy goes into a rage and screams at you to get out of the room and start with the notes.. you stamp on the ground in anger and leave the room fighting back tears since it wasn’t intentional from your end.. mamma is angry for adding work to her already burdened shoulder when the guests are expected to come in about an hour.. she totally dint want to scream at you.. but it just happened in the spur of the moment.

what will be your thoughts now: why cant mamma just understand that it wasn’t my fault.. i thought she had still not handed it to me and she was holding it..what the HELL…??!!??!! after all juice.. and i asked sorry also.. still she wants to scream at me.. God knows what pleasure she gets from it Damn it…!

mamma’s thoughts:  can’t she look at me when i’m giving the juice to her.. i don’t understand what was so important in the mobile phone which couldn’t wait for a minute till she took the juice in her hands. but poor thing she was already hungry and i refused her fries.. and screamed for spilling the juice.. poor girl i’ll make the fries and patch up with her..

mamma goes and makes the fries (99 percent of the time this does happen) and goes to the daughter.. now it is up to us to give in and talk to her and smile.. our tender smile means a LOT to our parents..! just imagine how much it would hurt her when she comes to where you are sitting angrily staring at the books not able to concentrate with the fries and you turn away refusing to talk to her just because she asked you to get out 🙂 we were brought into this world by our mommy and she is our first and best ever friend.. this thing called maturity comes in here.. just by smiling, taking one of those fries and shoveling it into her mouth will bring so much happiness to her and she’l end up making all your favorite dishes for dinner who knows 🙂

this process is called getting over things and healing yourself mentally.. there by you give up on what is disturbing you.. that is where the key is.. only if you let go of something, you can grab another.. if your hands are filled already, where will there be place for new things? similarly, fill your mind with things that will make you smile.. let go of those sad things that frustrate you.. let go of grudges.. bring in gratitude.. healing yourself lies here.. its a choice you make.. you can choose to get out and wash yourself or remain in the slush and get dirtier. how long will it take to just turn around and call your friend and tell her what she did was not right and that you dint like it.. and just letting go? or think about someone who snatched away your opportunity of say going abroad from the project? i know how depressing that would be.. maybe it is not time for you to go yet MAYBE.. but if you just let go saying i WILL get a better opportunity and sincerely work towards it.. i’m  sure you’l end up way better…!!

try it 🙂 it works with almost anything…! it just lies in how we tell ourselves “chal kake.. its not a happy ending, so picture baki hai dosth” may be take a refreshing break at the spa or get in touch with an old friend.. getting over and healing yourself lies in whether we choose to hold on.. or let go , visualize and believe that something better is in store and work towards materializing it.. i’m sure no one can stop what we want from reaching us then…!

Feelings :'(

16 07 2011

I’m gonna pen what all i’m gonna miss from the quarters i grew up in.. the quarters that has been an integral part of practically all my life’s important phases (entire school life.. college life.. 1 yr office.. and marriage)

there weren’t many friends from inside the quarters for me.. even the ones i had, eventually moved outside the quarters as time moved on (i’m still in contact with them thou)… but it cannot replace the time when we all got back from different schools and went walking (read jumping playing running giggling) to hindi class talking stuff that happened in school..

the maths tuition that was just outside the quarters..

the watch man uncle who used to smile at me when ever i took my mommy’s vandi outside.. (not to mention his smile was just to watch if i’m going properly and if not complain to my kovil going mom at unearthly hours like 4AM.. “amma papa kitta vandi kudukkadhinga.. rash-a otturanga” naa kekkuren 40kmph lam oru fast a?)

the auto men.. whom i just have to mention the sabha’s name in mylapore.. and they’ll take me there even if i sleep for the entire journey.. and if i dont have the cash that they ask for, (andha kaasu irundha LIC building-a velaikki vangalam.. anyhow..) they’l collect it from my house…

running to my friend’s house which was blocks apart in the pretext of lending and borrowing class notes.. just to shout her name and laugh from the road…

going around everywhere with my mom in her bike 🙂

the walking sessions with my dad eating veppam-kozhundhu (tender neem leaves)

stealing marudhani leaves with amma from around the quarters…

the community hall.. (where thoppa vilundha “youngsters” play tennis everyday)

the maram.. chedi.. kodi…

the yellow and white carpet of flowers during spring…

the arajagam that we do in the middle of the road..

i digress to exemplify the arajagam..

my house was in a building in the corner left of the main lane.. we park our dad’s bike across the main lane (blocking ppl who go) and play badminton specifically at peak hours and unearthly hours.. and shout at people who cross us..

play holi in the middle of the road.. talk all that we want at the top of our voices, crack jokes and laugh so loudly that some people peep out to see if the sky is crashing (ok thats an exaggeration about the sky crashing part)

drive rashly inside the quarters.. and make the vehicle jump five feet after the speed breaker ended… etc..

aah.. i’m gonna miss these simple pleasures…

i’m back..

saying hi to any x y z aunty who says… evlooo chinna ponna irundha inga varappo… (ippovum apdiye irukka mudiyuma?)

alternate day 1 hour morning hassle to fill water in every spoon possible inside the house.. taking bath exactly when it is closing time of that precious 1 hour.. making a mess inside the house with the hose pipe.. (and getting blasted for that)

the hospital.. and the nurse i am still scared of.. the sessions with the homeo doctor who got retired.. exam nu poi sollitu evlo naal i would have cut the queue only to tell her the medicine worked.. i’m fine now 🙂

the iron maan (isthri kaaran) who used to beautifully press my dance costumes to shape.. i once went and called him watch man uncle and he was upset with me for about a week 🙂

the walls that leak profusely.. the most beautiful balcony..

innum naraya things i’ll miss… but ‘ll stop here 🙂

i’ll still take the road inside the quarters to go anywhere past it.. promise 🙂


i missed the saying Hi to chandramoulishwarar from inside the quarters part… he’s the Shivan in the chandramoulishwarar kovil near the quarters.. 🙂

Combinations :) YES many are weird

12 07 2011

1. rasam rice with fresh tomatoes + sprouts +  cucumber + carrot (chopped / grated and salted and for that matter any vegetable salad)

2. any rice and gravy with biscuits

3. roti with lemon juice (1 spoon sugar and 4 drops of lemon is the ratio)

4. roti with pankajakasthuri

5. roti and any chocolate (white / dark / normal — not candy)

6. roti with any chutney / thogayal (coconut, pudhina, curry leaves, onion, tomato, etc)

7. roti with any vegetable curry / vathakozhambu / rasam/ sambar / porichakozhambu / kootu (anything that does not fall in the regular roti’s gravy category

8. roti with any sort of pickle (this is not really weird)

9. roti with milk (hot / cold) and sugar

10. roti with plain sugar

11. roti with idly molagapodi and ghee

12. roti with ghee and sugar

13. roti with curd and sugar

14. roti with cough syrup (alfamalt for me)

15. roti and sundal

16. bread with alu-bhujia

17. bread with potato chips

18. roti and mixture

19. plain rice mixed with mixture (mixture sadham)

20. paruppu sadham with curd.

21. roti with mixed  fresh vegetable and pulses salad (salted with a pinch of lemon)

ok there are many more.. when ever i remember.. i’ll update 🙂 🙂

if you wish to add to the list.. add it in the comments section 🙂


i missed this one.

22. roti / adai with cheese spread

23. biscuit dipped partially in water

24. dosa with samba podi and salt mixed with gingelly oil

First time on a stage “to speak”

26 05 2011

I have been on a stage many times. I’ve never feared a stage ever. At least, i don’t fear contests or going on a stage to dance.. but that was the first time i ever went atop a stage to talk.. to give a presentation in front of a bunch of unknowns (a group of 60 and odd girls fresh in first year college) that too it was no techie talk (not that i know anything to give tech seminars just for a hype the mention is made) i had to make a talk on spiritual use of oneself.

the speech was designed to describe how our body maybe used to help nature and live in harmony, the content had stories and stuff..I felt like a wrecked ship! not to mention, talking (jabbering) is the best thing about me.

i went atop the stage and stood in the podium, my presentation projected on the screen behind me, my team members standing by the side to operate my slides, 60 odd faces expecting me to talk, my view went black…! i was having a mini blackout..!

I prayed quickly and started. I never knew i could flow with so much ease. in no time my monologue speech became interactive (there was nothing to interact with the audience in the way my content was designed). and before i realized, it was all over.

neither did i feel good about it, nor did i feel i had made a mess. i just felt blank when i got off the platform. but the best feeling came when i was walking to the projector to handle slides for my friend’s presentation and out of the blue one girl from the audience called me and said, your an interesting speaker, i enjoyed every bit of what you spoke..!!

I was elated..! by far the best feeling i have experienced about talking…!!

Feelings of Gratitude to that girl…! she helped me go on stage for a second time too…! this time in front of a whole college (400 and odd students and lecturers)

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