Rustled

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A big white cloud
In the sky
Is no fun for sky-gapers
Like me😉

Help was requested
To Nature
For sorting
This big cloud situation !

The coconut tree
Offered to help
Used its green branches
To create
A rustle…
In the wind
And there by in the patterns
The resultant effect made me
Jump in glee !

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Food is memories

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I had made rava upma the other day. While S loves it with pickle or chutney, his favorite indulgence is to have it with a sprinkle of sugar on top. That’s exactly how his grandmother used to eat it and all his siblings still follow her food combination, unconsciously.

Just like how thayir sadam always makes me want mavadu or dried narthangai – its a memory now but it filled my childhood days mainly because of patti doing such things. She loved her pazhaiya sadam (yesterday’s rice soaked in water so that it ferments overnight) with one watery buttermilk and narthangai or maavadu…sigh…am drooling while typing this.

Similarly, rava dosa kindles in me the comfort of a mother’s hug – my mom does it the best! Also, milagu poricha kuzhambu, milagu kuzhambu, arachuvitta sambar…sigh…endless !

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S will surely go for an extra helping if it’s his mother’s recipe for masala kuzhambu, parval fry, pagarakai nool katti fry (bitter gourd stuffed and tied with a thread and fried)! Not to mention her amazing dal poori – that’s something to drool for !

The other day, my brother wanted the recipe for thakalikai kootu, just as our Amma makes…see – childhood footprints playing again !

And when we grow up with such yummy foods, which related to our taste buds, its a hard thing to let go of it.  We might relish a pizza or a burger or a North Indian kulcha, but the food we grew up with has a special place in our heart, ok…the tongue and the taste buds !

The other day, my elder one was drooling for thavala adai and thengai chutney, while she gets awesome rotis and dals.  And when I made poori yesterday, the younger one was drooling for it. Even though they get awesome food wherever they are, sometimes the simplest of upma or dal will rekindle their memory and they’ll feel like coming home.

That’s where the root is formed and it needs to be simple and strong !

That’s why brought up is very important – both for cultivating food habits and moral habits too !

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So, what childhood food memory are you thinking now – to enjoy over the weekend ?


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Wishes are precious

Last year this day Chennai was flooded.

But that is not what this post is all about.

Last year; when S turned a sweet half century, we – me and the girls, wanted to do something different for him. Actually I had planned on blogging about it too.
We asked 50 people – close friends and dear relatives to write a birthday message to him. We had planned to print and courier the same to him. So it’ll be a damn neat surprise when he opens up a parcel to see 50 msgs inside for him.

Nature has its own ways.
The rain played havoc.
Courier plans were changed last minute.

I took it on me to take th print out and seal the individual msgs in envelopes. I remember running dripping wet with a plastic folder with printed msgs literally plastered under my higging hands.

But there was no power since 1st evening. With a hand held torch, I managed to do the envelopes so that I could give S his 50 bday wishes when the clock stuck 12.

And he too had to read them all in that torch light.

The point is what we planned as a great bday gift became the only wish he got as the phone networks were all gone for a hit for nearly a week and after that the birthday was forgotten.
Luckily, everyone of them had their wish in writing much earlier than possible to the bday boy. 

Some wishes are wrote and lost
Some reach the person sought
While some are meant to cherish
Some close friends can pull a leg
On the whole, its something to hold on forever.

And I found a treasure trove in my shelf yday. 

This one from the girls in their baby handwriting datex 2K is probably something he’ll cherish always.

Here’s wishing my man yet another great year where he is his happiest ever!

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Day 30 – Frienships are…

…those beautiful relationships that accept you as you are – no judgments!  

When I caught up with one of my friend yday over the movie Dear Zindagi, we both felt elated at meeting again. And both of us were not angry with each other for not talking these past few months. More than that we were able to pick up exactly where  we left it.

We used to go for walks together and used to love our rant filled walks. The talks more than the walks rejuvenated us. And suddenly it stopped owing to my hectic work schedules. She found new friends to walk with and I’ll occasionally catch her walking. Even though I wanted yo get back to it, her walking time was my busiest time at work. So I just left it.

Suddenly, when I realized my evening free time yday I called her to find if she was free for a movie. She has been dying to see this and didn’t have company to go for a hindi movie…sigh…difficult situations in Namma Chennai😉

And so we went for the movie…

We cried like silly…

Laughed so much…

In between all these talked so much and caught up with each other on all the happenings of the past few months.

I love such friendships where there is no stress on me to say yes to everything; where I can be myself. I can take off with my busy life with no explanations and still there is understanding.

Life’s been good to provide me with such awesome people around!

So, do you have a friend like that?🙂

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Woohhhooooo! 30 days of blogging went off in a jiffy…am so happy🙂

Thanks to Swaru for asking me to join in, giving me ideas to post, insisting that I join…

Bigger thanks to Sags for just adding me in – no questions asked – this is exactly the kind of love I cherish🙂

Big cheers to friendship of the awesome kind!

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Day 29 – Phoenix rising

IRONY

What do we teach little boys?
Not to cry like a girl…
And its ok to do anything
Because he’s a boy!
The values we teach girls
Are just not taught to boys!

EFFECT

A girl child grows
With the leftovers of a boy!
Discriminated
For being dark
For being beautiful
For being educated
Or for being an illiterate too!
You name it…it’s there.
An easier way to say is
She’s discriminated
For being a woman!
And also made to feel
Damn guilty too…
Sigh…

REALITY

But there are sparks
Some glitters
Like a star
A diamond
Women who break away
From the ordinary
Who take the path
Of education
Of adventure
Who break glass ceilings
Reach the top
Feeling damn proud
Confident!

And the men watch
With lost power
Of hurt egos…
The only way they think
Is revenge
Through physical over-powering
The male organ gains power
Vaginas are cut
Torn
Made to bleed
And the women fall into hell
By those lusting men
Sigh…
The rising stars
Are shot down
Burnt down!

PHOENIX

And from the ashes
Rises this Phoenix
This movement
For all the women
To stand up
To heal
The cut vaginas
And to face bravely
Against those vultures
Who brought them down
They maybe called
Survivors
But actually they’re
Soldiers
For they’ve conquered
Their own fear
And inspire others
To overcome theirs!
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I remembered having written these a few months back while helping the younger one with her project on Women centric help groups and she focussed on Dr. Sunitha Krishnan’s organization Prajwala.

This is in salute of those strong women who inspire with their thoughts, actions, words and their helping hand towards other distressed women!

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Day 28 – Motherrrrrr :D

It all began 19 years ago, when she started with “Mmmaaa” in her effort to start talking!

Then slowly she learnt it the way I wanted – Amma just like how its said in our Tamil. I was elated.

School days began. The influence of teachers, her friends and all the TV shows and movies made their influence on her and Amma slowly became Mumma. Sometimes Mommy too.

But during the nights, when she wanted me to read from her fav book or cuddle with me, or when she’s very sleepy, the mother tongue rose higher and I’ll become Amma for her.

Mom, Ma, Mommy or Amma – it was my darling calling out to me and my response was an automatic reflex out of love.

In recent times though, my little girl, ok that’s what I still think of her, has learnt newer things. The addressing is Motherrrrr….Oh no! Sigh! Yes…it is. First she used when she was annoyed with me. Now its becoming a norm with her.

Though I used to hate it, I’m starting to love the stress of her tongue on rrrrr, where there’s the punch of love❤

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Day 27 – Be YOU

There’s this Tamil program called Kalyanamalai which helps prospective brides and grooms to meet each other. And in this program the frequently heard phrase is –  “The girl should be adjusting to the family”; mind you, its only the girl. And the girl’s parents are very proud to say that she’s very adjusting.

Isn’t the marriage about adjustments from both sides?? Somewhere along the journey in the past centuries the meanings have changed. 

One girl is a MSc MPhil – her family says she’ll also adjust to the groom, his family and everyone else. What about her? Her career? Her personality? Her individuality? 

We bring up children telling them to adjust to everyone around. The very few who don’t are marked stubborn, not listening to elders…stuff like that. But those who have their way from younger years are damn lucky to put forth their thoughts always.

And then there are people who need to unlearn all the “adjust stuff” to begin the process of understanding one’s true potential and start loving their own self. Self love is the biggest asset anyone can think of.

It’s always those people who are being their own self who make a mark in this world. Being stubborn about our own thoughts, beliefs and giving a damn to what others think is kind of liberating and takes a lot of effort to reach there.

Did you happen to notice the Amazon ad where the working woman adjusts all the time and keeps wearing the same sari for every function? It sure is aimed at shopping but the fact that we adjust so much that we don’t even buy things for ourselves is quite sad.

There are times when we adjust to our loved ones but let it not become a norm for us.

Being YOU…such an important lesson which I’ve embraced in recent times has made me happy from inside, made me to understand who I really am, to say No when I don’t like something and finally to express opinions and to be heard.

The world adjusting happens though slowly… People notice that we’ve changed and are sometimes surprised or stunned by our new love for the self. And then they adjust and get into the groove to say “Aahh…she’s like that only” ha ha Mission achieved!

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Day 26 – We’ve a new friend

I’ve always been wary of strret dogs owing to their ferocious nature – I know…its the only way they can protect themselves!

And there are many of them around our factory. But one guy makes a difference.

He’s very quiet, even scared of other dogs on the street but has become our new friend.

Exactly at 4.30 in the evening, he comes in search of us. S feeds him bread – only bread huh…mind you! For that guy will not eat anything else we give him. I just don’t know the connection but that is what it is! We tried giving him rotis, rice…hmmhhmmmhhmmm…he just sniffed and went away.

At the precise dot of time, we can find him sitting outside patiently waiting for us.

After he eats those few bread slices, he goes off quietly – probably he has another appointment with another person like me😉

And then there are days when we just take a walk down the road and he’ll follow us wherever we go.

The way he wags his tail, the fastest ever, is a sure shot sign of affection and we love him so much!

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Day 25 – Foto Friday

Shail, am taking the concept from you for today; am rushed, tired and no time to write all that I want to write!

Here are some pictures which bring back my most cherished weekend, at Malpe Beach !

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When I just relaxed on the smooth white sand…sigh!

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Just before the flight up in the sky !

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And then we flew high up in the sky !

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And the awesome sunset – my favorite !

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Day 24 – The “Shawl”story

Just don’t get it wrong – Chennai is not freezing – neither am I in the colder places – nor am I wearing a shawl.  People like me always refer to Shawl as this beautiful Kashmiri one which is used during chiller climates or as a beautiful accessory to a sari or dress.

And then there are others – who refer to the simple dupatta or a stole or a dirty towel as shawl – mind-boggling, I tell you !

Especially in this conservative land, where I live, the use of a shawl is a must, whether you wear a night wear (nightie), salwar kameez, jeans + tee shirt, jeans + shirt, jeans + kurti – anything apart from a sari, you need to wear a shawl to cover your boobs; of course, apart from the basic clothing.  Those people wearing nightie at home, just come down to drop their kids in the school bus in that nightie – Oh ! And covering themselves with a dirty towel which is perfectly defined as Shawl, in this land !

Girls are brought up conditioned by this rule – wear a shawl always ! Cover your chest, hair, face – anything you want.

Boys are conditioned too by this rule – any girl not wearing a shawl is bad – just bad.

I was shocked first, then saddened by the whole damn thing.

During my recent train travel, I met this sweet girl, who was travelling with me. She had come to Chennai for work and on the first day of her job, she wore a sleeveless kurti and jeans. Even if the company allowed the women to wear such dresses, all her co-workers were stunned and started criticizing her and her dress for she cannot wear sleeveless to work – the reason “Idhu Chennai ma” (This is Chennai). She had the shock of her life, as she is so used to wearing such clothes at her place – Bangalore.

But I made sure I’m not affected by this and neither are my girls.

Clothes do not define my personality. PERIOD.

I dislike wearing dupatta…OOPS…Shawl !  I may use it as an accessory whenever I like it but certainly not to define my personality !

There…its out of the system…and I’m relieved😉

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