Dear child..

11 10 2011

As I walk over the wet sands today.. it all comes back to me.. those wonderful morning walks that we had together.. discussing subjects of common interest.. admiring the rising sun flooding everything around us with its golden red gleaming light..

how we used to run till we were outta breath trying our best to outrun each other and end up laughing.. how we used to forget everything around us and watch the endless waves sitting on the rocks.. how you used to shake me awake on the cold January mornings and pull me to along for the jog..

how much I miss you today is just inexplicable.. you are not around to push me outta bed.. not here to crack jokes when I’m angry.. not here to fight with me for the TV remote..  not here to jump and grab my supper and taste it just to see if there was anything special in mine that was not in yours…

it’s a pain to see you each day.. talk to you.. but not be able to feel your physical presence around me.. it’s a pain when I’m not able to shout out to you just for you to come and turn on the fan for me.. it’s a pain that I’m being constrained to one spot to see you and talk.. lest I’ll move out of your frame… an inexplicable pain for every mom and dad.. whose daughter or son is  not in the same place as they are, either studying or working or married…

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…!

Circle of Love

28 07 2011

She had a bond with me that was totally unbreakable.. she was my best of friends.. I used to accompany her everywhere.. and then came a time when she found a new friend.. someone who occupied her whole day.. she was left with very little time for me now.. I was so heartbroken.. and then she introduces the friend to me.. I was shattered.. slowly the friend occupied her days entirely.. there were days when we both spent time mindlessly chatting.. now she hardly has time to say good day.. I was so shaken that I told this to him.. and he said, it’s about time.. I was caught by surprise.. to that he said.. our daughter has chosen well.

I waited and waited for her to return only to tell her our decision and kiss her to sleep, and all I did was only wait longer.. and finally she came with him laughing cheerfully.. she was surprised that I was waiting.. and dint know what to say.. she said.. “amma”

I waved goodbye to him along with her.. smiling brightly.. and asked her about him.. she hesitated.. I smiled.. she said ma I …. him.. I said, I know.. she said amma…? I said appa and I have spoken.. and if you wish to, we are game.. happiness gleamed in her eyes.. she was in all smiles totally caught by surprise.. she ran to the road and yelled deii…

He came running and barked loudly and licked my feet.. I picked him up and my 4-year-old smiled brightly.. she said amma I call him tom.. I said OK let us clean him and make a kennel for him tomorrow.. can we get some rest now?

The Making Of A Mother (stolen story)

11 07 2011

By the time the Lord made mothers, He was into the sixth day working overtime. An Angel appeared and said “Why are you spending so much time on this one?”

And the Lord answered and said, “Have you read the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not elastic; have 200 movable parts, all replaceable; run on black coffee and leftovers; have a lap that can hold three children at one time and that disappears when she stands up; have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart; and have six pairs of hands.”

The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one. “Six pairs of hands! No way!” said the Angel.

The Lord replied, “Oh, it’s not the hands that are the problem. It’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers must have!”

“And that’s on the standard model?” the Angel asked.

The Lord nodded in agreement, “Yep, one pair of eyes are to see through the closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even though she already knows. Another pair in the back of her head are to see what she needs to know even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair are here in the front of her head. They are for looking at an errant child and saying that she understands and loves him or her without even saying a single word.”

The Angel tried to stop the Lord “This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish.”

“But I can’t!” The Lord protested, “I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can feed a family of six on a pound of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand in the shower.”

The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, “But you have made her so soft, Lord.”

“She is soft,” the Lord agreed, “but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish.”

“Will she be able to think?” asked the Angel.

The Lord replied, “Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate.”

The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the woman’s cheek. “Oops, it looks like You have a leak with this model. I told You that You were trying to put too much into this one.”

“That’s not a leak.” the Lord objected. “That’s a tear!”

“What’s the tear for?” the Angel asked.

The Lord said, “The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her disappointment, her pain, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride.”

The Angel was impressed. “You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything for this one. You even created the tear!”

The Lord looked at the Angel and smiled and said, “I’m afraid you are wrong again. I created the woman, but she created the tear!”

Har ek bahu, ek din saas banegi (marumagalum oru naal mamiyar aaval)

10 07 2011

Title kum story kum sathyama endha sambandhamum illa… just because there is an MIL and DIL in my story.. the title is this.

ok so there is an MIL and DIL.. and as usual (mega serial la vara mari) they both fight over everything and nothing.

seri, rendu per kum per veppom.. MIL peru Suryamukhi (mukhi nu vechipom) DIL peru, Chandramukhi (chandra). chandra km mukhi kum always dishum dishoom than.. chandra okkandha thappu, ninna thappu.. ipdi okkandha thappu apdi okkandha thappu according to mukhi since chandra was not living upto her EXPECTATIONS.. chandra was always sad because of this.. avanga veetla rani mari valandha ponnu, inga vandhu thittu vangikkitu irundha… she dint know what to do since what ever she did went ONLY in the wrong perspective to mukhi.

namma sad chandra went to talk to her mom about this.. her mother asked her to adjust with hwe MIL and make her husband and MIL happy.. appo anga avanga mama vandharu. indha prechanaya kettutu oru vazhi pannuvom nu sonnaru.

MASTER PLAN: (mama + chandra’s mom)

he takes a box and fills it with ajinomoto (taste maker) this matter is unknown to chandra..

he hands her the box and tells her that it is poison powder(slow poison). he tells her, everyday while cooking add a pinch of this powder in the end.. but oru condition.. you should cook the food with enormous love for your husband and MIL. how much ever you get shouted at, just dont take it to heart.. cook everyday with looootttssss of love.. and serve them with love.. dont forget this powder.. eventually your MIL will attain “shiva loka prapthi” then you can be happy with your husband.

chandra claps in joy.. andha powder eduthutu sandoshama veetuku vara.. and religiously she follows her mama’s words.. she happily cooks everyday with great love, adds the powder and serves with love and joy..

as days went by, the love she showered in the food, flowed and reached the MIL’s heart ad she was in all praises for chandra all over the neighborhood. also chandra started liking her very much and ippo she was feeling bad that mukhi will be leaving them because of that poison powder (ajinomoto)

she runs to her mama and narrates the same.. her mother and mama smile at chandra’s innocence and tell her the truth about the poison powder actually being aginomoto.. and chandra heaves a sigh of relief..

from then on, she continued to shower loads of love to all that she did and namma chandra, mukhi and chandra’s husband lived happily ever after.

MORAL: Our thoughts have effect on all that we do.. positive thoughts affect our work positively apam negative thoughts…? adha pathi namma yen pesanum 🙂

chennai thodangi trichy varai – oru payanam

16 01 2011

Sequence of events:

home – grouchy auto fello – avoid the main road traffic – kurukku sandhu – karungal jalli mannu medu – kids playing ball – elders carrying karumbu in cycle – rash turns – kreech breaks – koyambedu bus ishtandu 🙂

strange people big and small are seen in the bus stand.. like the fello screeming thirucheee thiruchee….and selling last minute tickets, people gong where ever they go.. talking keech keech voices.. jaladosham.. etc etc.. amongst this, i spot 3 africans.. 1 prachodhakam girl and 2 guys (uncategorized). finally, i get into the bus..

en seat ku pakkathu seat remains empty for long.. im getting exited about the fact that i needn’t keep my bag on the way.. but suddenly “jing jang” a young mother appears with a kutti boy (cute one) na mattum LKG padichitu irundhen na…. (drool drool)

im exited.. micha 6hour journey ku companion kadaichachu (i mean the sumall kid)

andha baby sathame podala.. OMG samathu na apdi oru samathu (break knuckles to avoid drishti) thane dappa va eduthu vechi kittu curd rice (eewww) that too with keerai ( double eew) spoon vechi adhu paatukku sapudhu.. chance less.. then adhu bus seat la vandi (daddy bike) otti, padayappa padam pathu shabbaa… ennala mudiyala… best entertaining journey alone ever 🙂

The Dustybin

17 06 2009

One morning three workers gather in a clearing, bright and crisp. One mixes cement, water and necessary materials and the other two help him and they are all set to launch a brand new dustbin. They built it wide, round and detached from the ground for emptying purpose, set a board “use me” in front of it directing people to USE it and left the place. Afternoon shone, passers by littered the dustbin, some inside but mostly outside. The municipal garbage van cleaned up the place every night readying our hero to take fresh garbage every morning. On and on, as the days rolled by, our hero stood unflinching in the dust, heat, noise, rain and other disturbances quietly accepting and putting up with the garbage thrown in and around it.

One fine morning two men walking past our hero, complained about how unclean he was and how he was a breeding place for mosquitoes and flies thus aiding the spread of diseases. Our hero wanted to desperately shout, “I ain’t the one aiding the spread of diseases, U ARE!! Its not my fault if you people don’t use me properly! I don’t have hands to clean up the mess you create around me!” but alas, in vain.
Morning turned to noon and slowly dusk set in. Whilst our hero awaited his cleaning committee, his ears picked up the distant sobs of a woman, and stood silent waiting trying to pick out his options from the roadside florist, the maid of the big house and the aaya working in the school.

Finally our hero spotted, further down the street around a corner a young mother, with an infant in her arms. There was something about her that struck our hero as very odd. Sobbing gently she chides the child:

Fate has played its role,
I’m forced to part with my soul,
You are to reach a goal,
In this evil world so foul,

She then raised herself and walked towards our hero continuing:

I part with you with a heavy heart,
Leaving you in the world which taught me a lot,
Hoping that you will face the strife,
May God bless you my little child.

Our hero was able to hear the increasing pitch of the sobs as she slowly neared him. The wailing stopped suddenly. Our hero looked up to find the lady bending over him with the child and in a trice quickly drops the baby on our hero’s lap and flees the place.
Our hero shouts “hey! Hey! Hey! Lady! Come here! Your baby is crying! Come back!!” but in vain. So he carefully aligns himself to make it more comfortable for the little one despite the dirt and awaits the cleaning committee hoping that some angelic soul will come to rescue our hero’s new possession.
A distant rumble pacifies the wild heartbeat of our hero and “tada” the cleaning committee has arrived. As expected, the members express grief and shock on seeing the baby whilst cleaning the place. Amidst all this, one of the ‘gang’ pipes in “I haven’t had a baby so far”. So saying, he lifted the baby from our hero’s lap and remarks, “My wife will be extremely glad to keep this baby and raise it.” Our hero beamed in happiness for his prayer was answered! He praises the almighty requesting for more of such blessed souls on earth!!

A pinch of heat and a dash of smoke!

21 05 2009

God save the readers! 🙂
Ok this is the first ever time i’m blogging… not that now i know how to.. jus that i thot i’d giv it a try 🙂 don mind the texting language used 😉

To start with, i’m penning wat happened at home yesterday! me and the microwave were in our best terms… me and the oven were cook sm popcorn cauz i was bugged from staring at my book which was supposedly studying! i put all wat i found in the kitchen rack into the “plastica container” closed it and stuffed it inside after removing the glass base ( i forgot that plastic melts in the exitement)

in 4 mins time… a little smoke started coming out.. which i realised only after the anger and confusion in my mom’s face struck me… we cut the current and opened the oven…

Puff!!! large volumes of smoke emanate from inside — mommy’s face wild — 2 mins time — she gets the glove and pulls the container out — we see carbon black sticking in the base of the plastic container ans smoke is still coming — melted plastic sticking to the base of the oven and the container looks like melted cheese on pizza (yuck) (yumm – imagined) — at this minute of climax comes the major twist — mom burst out laughing trying to pull the melting plasitc out of the oven! — me in super state of shock not knowing whether to join or to continue the “shocked” act or change expression??? — then we took out the tripod kinda thing out and tried pulling the plastic from it — mega shock when even that broke :O

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