I miss you...

You have grown with me over the years now...
You were always bright and wavy...
I felt proud of you...
I felt on top when everyone told me how long you were...
I had to let you go yesterday...
I do feel sad to have parted with you...
I miss your wavy presence...
I will try to have some patience to have you grow again and have you with me as before...

I truly miss you...my quite a long hair that was cut yesterday.

I longed for this

Wake up late,especially after the water supply is stopped.
Take a luxurious bath and finish off the stored water.
Complain about the non availability of hot water for the bath.
Leave wet clothes lying in the bathroom hanger.
Complain about the lousy tv programmes when she is watching
Keep avoiding to do the household chore and just when confronted by amma, tell her that you were just about to do it.
Act crazily hungry even as the food is being served on the table.
Make comments like uppu illa, pulippu jaasthi on the food served.
Cling to the mobile phone with endless conversations and glued to the laptop for hours together.

The best part of being at home after a long time! and life is not complete without hearing amma's scoldings or screams.How I have longed for it!!

Money, Mastercard and helping your wife

There are some things that money cant buy, for everything else there is MASTERCARD.
Happen to glance through an ad in the newspaper which apparently said that
"if you have money and ofcourse, Mastercard, you can afford to help your wife less".
All you need to do is spend on Swiss chocolates, designer watches and some trendy and sleek portable MP3 player for your wife and ultimately you could do without helping your wife for a while, hmm lets say a month?

Wow, I say... and the cost of not needing to help your wife comes to Eighteen Thousand rupees only.

SID I dont mind to have these as our wedding gift from you.

Gone are the days, but not the memories

Schools reopening in June and we settling down in the desks
The excitement of meeting new admissions
The thrill of waiting to see the class teacher enter the room
Lining up for the morning assembly
Hurriedly copying the previous day's homework from a dear friend
Desperately waiting for a break
Chasing one another in the corridor
Lunch in the classroom, corridor,and many a times in between the classes
Rushing out of the classroom in the evening to catch the window seat in the van or the bus
Gang fights, groupism , conspiracies
Sports day, annual day celebrations and the month long preparations for the same
Exams, tension, combined study, last minute important questions check
The holidays that follow after the stressful exams
Wishing for two sundays in a week and hating Mondays

Hmmm, so much of fun and experience. Gone are the days, but not the memories.

Why we did not have pets at home

Me: Appa, yean pa namma aathula nai valakkavey illa?
Appa: Athaan, neeyum unga akkavum irukkeley

A few more reasons ....

My sister calls me eruma madu ( buffalo)
Paati calls me edi kazhuthai( donkey)
My friends call me patti, pothey ( meaning dog, buffalo respectively in malayalam)
One of my athai calls me chella kili ( sweet parrot)


May be because I am so fondly addressed, there wasnt any need to have a pet at home.



Ps: Names mentioned here are not imaginary, however, they are used in the most affectionate way.

Best of Luck

Time aachu innum kelambalaiya?

10 manikku exam, innum breakfast saapadala, traffic vera irukkum, seekiram kelambu

Black pen, pencil eraser sharpener ellam eduthu vechacha? Ellamey 2 vechukko, onnu seriya illatti kooda innonnu use pannikalam.

Question paper kaila vantha udaney, oru fast reading pannu, apparam, therinja questionsa mark pannu

Therinja questionsa first ezhuthu

Last 10 minutes papera check panna vechuko

Naan sonnathu ellam nyabagam vechuko, maranthudathey. Tension aagathey.


BEST OF LUCK APPA.

yes, the above conversation was between an 8 year old son and his father (my neighbour) who was appearing for the Bank officer promotion exam last week.

Smart n witty conversation

Spent a couple of days with SID's nephews and they simply bowled me over with some true witty conversation.

Kid1: Neenga office poganuma?Ingaye irunga
Me: Illa, innum 1 week poganum.
Kid1:Oh, appo 1 week apparam, ingaye iruppeengala?
Me:Officela relieve aanathukku apparam, naan enga veetukku poren
Kid1: Kerala va?
Me:Ya, enga amma veetukku poren
Kid1:Appo inimel inga vara maateengala?
Me:Jan 20th apparam inga thaan irukka poren.

By then, Kid2 also joins the conversation

Kid1:Atheppdi inga irupeenga? Neenga unga veetukku poiduveengaley
Kid2 to Kid 1: Avanga namma veetla thaan iruppanga.
Kid 1 to me: Neengalum mamavum unga veetukku thaaney poveenga

Kid 2 not letting me to talk,tells Kid1
Dei, illa da, avanga inga thaan iruppanga. Yeanna, thalaivan engayo anga thaan thalaiviyum irukkanum. So, mama inga iruntha avangalum inga thaan irukkanum, mama vera oorukku pona avangalum anga poganum

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Yet another snippet....
We happened to discuss about the latest Diwali releases at home when the talk was about actor Prithviraj in some latest flick and later the talk automatically diverted towards the movie "Mozhi".

Kid 2 to me: Neenga mozhi cienma patheengala?
Me: Yes
Kid2: Athula prithviraj jothikava paakum pothu mani adikkum, light eriyum, athu mathiri ungalukkum mamakkum vanthucha?

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Another one...
Me to Kid 2: Hey, unakku Singapore pidikkuma Australia pidikkuma ( They were in Singapore for a few years and are now relocating to Australia)
Kid2:2umey pidikkum
Me:Ethavathu onnu thaan sollanum
Kid2: Entha country currency perusu?
Me: Australian dollar is bigger than Singapore dollar in terms of value.

Without even the slightest hesitation,
Kid2: Appo, enakku Australia thaan pidikkum

(Kid1 & Kid2 respectively)


These kids I say......

Idli

What is it about the idli that I dont like it?Why the dislike for a simple staple food like idli? Is it because of the enormous preparation that comes along with it? - the soaking of rice, urad dhal, then grinding it and fermenting it, exhausting I say.Or is it beacuse of its bland taste?Or is it because its the food readily recommended when one is ill?Thats not all, theres more to it.That idli cant be cooked in anykind of a vessel, but in a particular idli thattu, the making of side accompaniments like sambar, chutney or molagapodi. And dont talk about cleaning the idli thattu, you need to soak it in water atleast for a couple of hours so that it is easy to clean .I know some households who follow the idli ritual every week, No, am sorry, they follow it atleast twice a week.I was so glad for the 2 years in Pune simply for the reason that I neednt go through the idly ritual at all and can happily indulge myself in roti subzi.Man porposes, and God disposes.I longed for this bland food.And that leads to the confession partof this post that......

Stuffing your face with hot idlis, molagapodi and subsequently wahsing it down with a glass of neer more or buttermilk is bliss.There is nothing like it.

Kadhal Muthi Pochu....

SHE: Hey, innikku en college friendsa ellam meet panninen. They kept asking me about you.
HE: Enna pathi enna sonna? Nallathu ethavathu sonniya?
SHE:Ei, naan evlo santhoshama sollindu irukken, nee kindal pannara?
HE: Seri, sollu, enna pathi enna sonna?
SHE: I told them that you are such a nice guy and that you are so loving and affectionate.
HE:Oh, so being nice is the most important criteria?
SHE: Athuvum thaan.
HE: Vera enna irukku? Hmmmm, do you like guys with a sense of humour?
SHE: Ya pidikkum, good sense of humour, but that is not all
HE:Ok, intelligence?
SHE: Ya, but vera qualitiesum irukkanum
HE: Appo, money, status,nalla velai?
SHE:Oru alavukku nalla velai, mathathellam onnum periya vishayam illa
HE: Hmmpphh, so what should a guy do to win a girl's heart?
SHE:You should know, because you have already won mine and strongly rooted in my heart!
HE:Love is bilss illa?
SHE: Love and Loving you is bliss!
HE: I Love you
SHE: I Love you too.

That thing which crawled

It took me a while to realize that the little grey thing moving on my notebook was not my imagination, but a scarily tiny creature. He looked so fragile. My first impulse was to blow him off the paper. But I stopped myself, for he was more interested in scrutinising what I was reading then. He walked a bit, then paused; walked,paused, and sometimes ran too. It looked as though he was searching for something in the vast forest of black lines on paper. A place to set up his home, maybe? He should have been disappointed.
He never quit, though. Just when he had finished travelling the entire length of the paper, he started again in the diagonally opposite direction. His tenacity fascinated me - what did he want?
Just then, I sneezed.
I opened my eyes. He was nowhere to be seen, the little crawly spider!