For My Little One :)

Disclaimer : All the research for this post is certainly non emperical, and based purely on personal observation and bias. Lol. Given that, please go on and read at your own risk. There is a sort of guarantee that you might fall asleep half way (being a rather looong ramble) so please have a cushion ready at the keyboard, where you are likely to topple as you gently fall forward, eyes glazed over. Now that is out of the way, do please continue :)

Tag time again, and this one is a special one, for a special person, on a special occasion. The second born of course, after the first one got his place in the virtual sun, here and here :) IHM [again :) ] had tagged me on how different the second born has been, and has he wiped the smugness off his parents’ faces :P ! Going back to her post, to revise and review, I came across my comment, part of which I’d like to quote, as a sort of introduction, to me too, a second born, the middle one of three, the ham of the sandwich, as I am so fond of saying!

Aeons ago I had this to write on IHM’s post:

Now that I know, and have been tagged :D , this is going to be interesting! I am a second born, and I am going to write about how my second born is so very much like me :D :D ! A stirrer and shake-up-er! Certainly wiped the smug proud parent look off the parents’ faces :P !

I know that IHM, Shail, recently, and others, Indygurl and Solilo have all done one or other version of the tag, both before and after IHM’s post, and each of them have been beautifully done. Being a second born myself, I have felt the heat, felt different, and weird, and all that jazz, and have often wondered, of late, if the little one too perhaps did. Now I don’t. I know  :D !

They say first born are…

  • way more angelic… ??? :D
  • way more responsible :)
  • seem to mature faster (they ought to, don’t you think, seeing that they need to make space for the second one in line :P )
  • more accomodating, adaptive..??
  • can be easier to engage, in activities…
  • perhaps better readers, too

These I have garnered from snippets shared on different posts with the same thread.

Going by my own history and what I see being made of my offspring (Gosh! what a thought!) I think these are the observations that I deem noteworthy :)

  • First borns are indeed angelic ( go on and gloat, all you FBs..Lol!), though naughtier :P
  • They’re very friendly and engaging
  • Very easy to care for
  • Not in the least fussy, which however, these days (at home, with my FB) is getting me rather impatient! I do wish my big ‘un would at least change clothes, freshen up when he needs to go out, even if it is with me or his friends :D !
  • They’re voracious readers. He can wade his way through a tome quicker than you can snap his fingers :) I think that has to do with the fact that he had so many story tellers as a child. He was the first grandchild for all his grandparents, and the first baby in the house, for his aunts and uncles too :)
  • He’s mature and responsible, yes, but forgetful too :)

That is the big ‘un. But then this is about the second born, who has been biding his time; and all that while after the April 12 write for the elder one, I have been waiting to do this for the little one. Though there is this verse, of sorts, intended purely for him, you know one needs to balance well, esp with the kids :) !

So, from Kunju, the elder, and me, this is for you Kunjunni, my little one :)

Being a second born myself, I find ever so many commonalities in temperament and thought, that it is sometimes amazing. (At the same time I now sympathize and empathize with my own mother :P )And perhaps because of that we mirror so much of each others’ thoughts, and therefore end up having these absolutely grand arguments and fights, dramatically reacting and over reacting, silent sulks and verbal wars. Not to forget, of course, the fantastic wavelength we are on most times, speaking out each others’ thoughts Too!!

Where do I begin to tell you of him?

An angelic baby (who should have been a daughter, I have said ever so often!) he soon proved to be  truly angelic, determined and single minded when it came to routine, people and activities.

It had been so easy to handle the elder one. He’d go along with anyone and everyone… grandparents, aunts, cousins, neighbours :) and could be kept so easily entertained. Well behaved too, if you dont take into account his fondness for throwing onions and potatoes, and on occasion, the heavy iron out of my parents’ 4th floor apt. in Mumbai :D ! Stories fascinated him, and still do :)

But, the little one? Oh no Siree! Only his Amma for him, thank you. Everyone else was to keep safe distance, and not even THINK of looking at him, let alone TALK. The very thought! Dear God! His lower lip would jut out, curl downwards, and he’d being with a small wail that grew in volume and intensity! To gloss over… travelling with both of them, on my own, which I had to do often, was no cakewalk :D ! Exhausting? Way beyond all that!

It took all of four years for him to permit others to befriend him; till then no other than his immediate family, parents and brother, and maternal grandma were allowed into his hallowed space.

The same little one has a circle of friends too many to count, and all of them from a variety of classes and colleges, and places :)

Perhaps, because, with the passing of time, he grew with a charm that seemed to knock people off their perch, while he maintained his space :) I have never figured out how he managed to do that :)

He has been a quiet Lion. (Ok he is a Leo too :) ) not the loud, and roaring variety; in his pre teens. All of which changed when he finished his Std X. The cub transformed then. Quietly there assumed a young lion whose leadership skills were as astonishing, as they were competent. Other colleagues at my school (where both of them studied, poor things :D ) began to wonder at the “smiling baby” who seemed, all of a sudden to have grown up!

Do second borns transform suddenly? I’ve wondered. Growing up in the shadow of a more accomplished sibling (the elder one was a prefect and all that… :) ), when they find the sun peeking out at them , after the shadow shifts, do they then bloom?

It seems to have been somewhat similar in my case.  With an extra intelligent, talented, athletic elder brother, who always topped his class, played in the U-19 state cricket team, who was Captain of the NDA cricket team later, it was hard to live up to expectations, though none were voiced :) Once he moved out of home, I guess I changed a lot :) First off, I changed courses at college without my parents knowing. From BSc to BA, later informed my folks, who accepted quite gracefully :D ! And then got into every possible activity in school, and freaked out. Literally.

But back to my little one :)

Once he began his engineering studies, the change became more pronounced. He came across as more confident, the diffidence of his early years having quite been obliterated :) Right up until yesterday, at the close of day, a succesful day of competitions at their inter branch internal competitions at college, he received so many messages of congratulations on his leadership and for his co ordination.

I wonder again. Do the second borns suddenly change with time, and …. I think so. :) :) I did. Mine did.

Second borns… yes

  • They have a mind of their own, and are rather unlikely to change it for anything :)
  • They experiment more… avidly; and daringly – hair colours, peircing ears, testing the limits of a parent’s patience :)
  • I think they are more creative??
  • Are more emotionally insecure, most times?
  • Seem to always feel the need to prove themselves… :)

And this young Lion of mine, I always tell him he is a class apart. He swells with pride. Either way, positive or negative that “class apart” may be, he’s happy not belonging to the herd :P

He jumps in with both feet, into anything and everything

He also puts both feet in where they should not be, his mouth, a lot :D :D :D !

And then the “sorry” game begins… more to soothe, than to repent :D

And finally his classic line… all his, though he did appropriate it from “Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Ghum”

Parampara, Mom, Parampara

takes the cake!

Lol. It would seem that the kid has suddenly discovered his heritage, which he discovered similarities with the other second born at home. His mother :)

And why, you wonder, am I telling you all this today? This lion, hot on the heels of another young Lioness is celebrating his birthday on 3 August.

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday Kunjunni :)

Mr President you rock! (ref. to earlier post, to know why President..Lol!)

With fond wishes, and all our Love

The First Amma

The First Brother

The First Dogs – Chinnu, Kuttan, Appu and Paru

and

The First Cat – Malu

:)

May you be blessed abundantly. Always.

You certainly are your favourite thought personified.

Leadership is about Action, not Position

For the Love of Music :)

I had been tagged ages ago, by Nimmy, to share some favourite songs in two languages :)   10 each to be precise :) I have  decided to do it two or three parts. Since some of it was already in the drafts, from about an age ago, I decided it was time there was some movement on this space, and here it comes, a few, too darned few I must add, for I desperately wanted to add more. These are songs, some of them at least, that I grew up with, some others which I found wonderful for their lyrics, the music, and the sheer joy of sharing in their music. I do hope it will connect with you :) and you will find that enjoyment too!

First off, the English Songs :)

1. One of Us – Joan Osborne

Do look up the link and check the lyrics, they are truly amazing!

2. The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face, Roberta Flack

This has to be one of the most deliciously romantic songs ever… and I mean ever :)

3. Bohemian Raphsody, Queen

Sang this in chorus at School, came first [our class ie :) ] A memorable song!

4. Truly Madly Deepy,Savage Garden

(Embedding disabled… another beautiful song to watch, do follow the link:))

5. Everything I do, Bryan Adams

Now this one give me gooseflesh, all the time :)

6. Stay the Same, Joey McIntyre

Embedding disabled :( Must watch song, must listen to song :) . Can’t quite describe it, but it tugs at the heartstrings :)

7. Dr Hook’s Sexy Eyes

Bouncy, bouncy, and raunchy… but lovely :) IHM’s blog has “When you’re in Love with a Beautiful Woman”, so I chose this one :)

8. Leo Sayer “When I need you”

Yearningly beautiful… :)

9. To Sir With Love

This had to be one of the most inspiring films ever, and this scene from the film is particularly touching and heartwarming! Am sure some of you will remember, and enjoy it all over again!

10. Abba’s “Chiquitita”

Another lovely song… :)

11. Vicky Leandros’ 1972 Eurovision Winner of a song, Translated here, in English, “Come What May”. The Original is Après Toi, sung in French.

Heard this first, when dad brought home this LP and was captivated by the voice, the strength of it, and the versatility :) I heard the French version first [no I do not know French :) :) ] and later discovered the English version. The lyrics are lovely too!

In English:

This is in French:

And Oh :) so very many more :) This is just an atom on the tip of the iceberg, but then what to do, Nimmy said 10 only :( Though I did add one more :P !

More from Hindi and Malayalam to follow in another post. For now, this itself has drained me, though very pleasantly, I must add :) :)

11 May, 2009, very very early in the day… :)

Love Never Fails!

For Love, because Love Never Fails. And also inspired by Solilo, and Indyeah :)

This day, I just want to share something a friend, whom I have never met, [but know to be a friend for the person I have come to know:)], had shared on this particular thought:

Love Never Fails.

He quoted from the Bible, that in itself, is self explanatory, and finds resonance in the true scriptures of all the different kinds of faith we follow. The simplest, sometimes the most complex and always the ONE thing that is the ONLY thing that keeps us HUMAN: Love.

From The Holy Bible, 1 Corinthians, Chapter 13, Verses 1 – 13

1Co 13:1 What if I could speak all languages of humans and of angels? If I did not love others, I would be nothing more than a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.

1Co 13:2 What if I could prophesy and understand all secrets and all knowledge? And what if I had faith that moved mountains? I would be nothing, unless I loved others.

1Co 13:3 What if I gave away all that I owned and let myself be burned alive? I would gain nothing, unless I loved others.

1Co 13:4 Love is kind and patient, never jealous, boastful, proud, or rude.

1Co 13:5 Love isn’t selfish or quick tempered. It doesn’t keep a record of wrongs that others do.

1Co 13:6 Love rejoices in the truth, but not in evil.

1Co 13:7 Love is always supportive, loyal, hopeful, and trusting.

1Co 13:8 Love never fails! Everyone who prophesies will stop, and unknown languages will no longer be spoken. All that we know will be forgotten.

1Co 13:9 We don’t know everything, and our prophecies are not complete.

1Co 13:10 But what is perfect will someday appear, and what isn’t perfect will then disappear.

1Co 13:11 When we were children, we thought and reasoned as children do. But when we grew up, we quit our childish ways.

1Co 13:12 Now all we can see of God is like a cloudy picture in a mirror. Later we will see him face to face. We don’t know everything, but then we will, just as God completely understands us.

1Co 13:13 For now there are faith, hope, and love. But of these three, the greatest is love.

***

The King’s Bible, refers to Charity in place of Love, but as told to me, it is the reference to Love, in its entirety that Charity assays.

To paraphrase what is written above:

***

I may be able to speak the languages of human beings and even of angels, but if I have no love, my speech is no more than a noisy gong or a clanging bell.

I may have the gift of inspired preaching; I may have all knowledge and understand all secrets; I may have all the faith needed to move mountains—but if I have no love, I am nothing.

I may give away everything I have, and even give up my body to be burned —but if I have no love, this does me no good.

Love is patient and kind; it is not jealous or conceited or proud;

Love is not ill-mannered or selfish or irritable; Love does not keep a record of wrongs;

Love is not happy with evil, but is happy with the truth.

Love never gives up; and its faith, hope, and patience never fail.

Love is eternal. There are inspired messages, but they are temporary; there are gifts of speaking in strange tongues, but they will cease; there is knowledge, but it will pass.

For our gifts of knowledge and of inspired messages are only partial;

but when what is perfect comes, then what is partial will disappear.

When I was a child, my speech, feelings, and thinking were all those of a child; now that I am an adult, I have no more use for childish ways.

What we see now is like a dim image in a mirror; then we shall see face-to-face. What I know now is only partial; then it will be complete—as complete as God’s knowledge of me.

Meanwhile these three remain: faith, hope, and love; and the greatest of these is love.

*****

Never. Love never fails.

10 February, 2009

A Quirky Tag!

[www.quirky.org.uk]

Alright, am dealing with beating Procrastination and so I come to another pending Tag. This time, it is from Aareet Krsna, a young blogger with a worldly wise wisdom and an awesome way with words :) His tag is to share seven things unusual about me :) It goes back to a couple of months ago actually!

  • A girl who grew up a tomboy. The reason why it is so unusual is that it has stayed with me throughout, lol, and even today I am more tomboy that a lot of girls in my class! I had to insist that the girls of Std. VIII play cricket, as there was a lesson with a bit of reference to the game. Rather than giving theory lesson in class, the girls who knew and the boys who played helped them. That is when I realized a whole lot of things about myself. Other teachers, including the PE teachers think I am a weirdo. Perhaps. :D !!!

  • My collectors’ items. Every scrap of paper on which I might have remotely pretended to be writer, an adviser, an essayist has been collected and stored. For whom or what, thou shalt not ask. Suffice to say, I am, of course a quirky soul. :) I still have the cards I got for my birthday, from school, to the latest that my kids gave me… 3 each, from each of the two offspring!!! I am rich!

  • I cannot forgive myself easily. And that said, that is that!

  • I have an irrational sense of logic that works perfectly fine for me, but gives the impression of my being disorganized. Ever heard that a mess is order, re-ordered in a certain way? Lol!

  • How I came to be named. Dad wanted to go the whole way and name me Ushus, for the Goddess of Dawn… help!! Luckily, Mom did help, and put her foot down. Usha it became. But…. my generation has so many Ushas esp. where I live, in my own family.. a daughter, a daughter in law, neice, grand neice, house help, her neice… Lol. The list is endless. And when we attend a marriage function, it gets worse. Ah, I met Usha, if even an Usha were to say that, you’d have to qualify with Leelachechi’s Usha, or Ramu’s Usha, or Cheriya Usha [cheriya means small... :D ]… It is an over dose of the name I tell you!!!
  • My name also got me at the bottom of the attendance register list. Most times it was convenient. :D ! Being a Back Bencher [hail the tribe!!!] it helped, enormously!!!

  • My favourite tagline with the kids at school, to confuse them which has to be the all time height of quirkiness.. Lol. I ask them “Am I the problem?” And they are instantly lost. The braver ones smile. Most look shocked. The really Brave and Courageous Adventurers sometimes say Yes. I love that part… hehehe!

Now to tag you guys. The best part! This time however, I shall give you all a leeway :)

All those who read this are TAGGED :) , even if you don’t leave a comment. However, I would love it if you could just leave a link in the comments box when you do :) Thanks!

[Saved myself a lot of energy hyperlinking :D !!! It has to be one of the most enjoyable but painstaking things to do... :) :) ] But I might just drop in and ask … :) , if tagees are not forthcoming, LOL!

4 February, 2009

Better than the Best…

Isn’t that a fine ambition to have? More so, when you pit yourself against your own self.

What can you do better than what you do now? They say the greatest challenges in life are made in one’s own mind.

  • Can I now be a better organizer? [Was I one in the first place? Lol!]

  • I certainly can be a better parent, for sure :) :D !! [Which is going to be seconded by the Younger one for sure, silently :P ]

  • A teacher? Now when did I ever claim to be one? Nah! I’d rather be a learner like those kids I pretend to teach, forever. Amen!

  • A better citizen. Yes. I must, I Will! Thanks to the innumerable inspiring posts I have read from so many of you!

  • A better disciplined person[Like Rakesh ..:)]. I know I can, so why don’t I? Learn to practice all that I preach endlessly. Actually, I think I have made a rather good start by keeping myself glued to the papers in hand. Though I did break up when I found just a class and a half left, lol! So that is just about 70+ papers yet to get through.

Still, this sombre twilight hour makes me feel a little pensive. I really am not all that Happy New Yearish as I sound. The events of a month ago haunt. The events of a couple of days ago at Gaza haunt.

And yet, one goes on.. The show, life, must go on. And we Actors don roles again, play to the hilt, till curtains fall again!

In the words of someone, on OSO…. Picture abhi baki hai!!

Don’t mind me, I’m just doing something I do better than the best…. Ramble. Lol!

Have a prosperous and peaceful 2009, dear Comrades-in-Arms! Let it be Better than the Best, you’ve ever had!

P.S. This entire post is the direct result of a chat I just had now with Soumya! Thanks Soumya, for being so inspiring again!!! As you always have been!

P.P.S. I typed the whole thing into the Create New Post, without Pen and Paper. Hurrah!!! Progress!!! But then again, this is another silly one.. lol!

31 December, 2008

A Woman Extraordinaire!

Indomitable.
Unputdownable.
Firebrand.

Now these words might make a virago out of my grandmother [my maternal grandmother], but no, it isn’t quite like that! Let me explain a little, with a brief sketch first of all :

The second born, of four children, in a matriarchal family, early twentieth century, she studied upto the fourth standard, got married at around twelve years, almost thirteen, she said, to a widower with a young son, had eleven babies, one of whom, the youngest to be precise, did not survive beyond a few days, she lived a life that I have found extraordinary! My earliest memories of her are of a graceful, tall, slim woman, filled with energy, always bustling about the house, not necessarily working in the kitchen though.. :) She loved talking, and gossiping and telling us, and anyone who cared to listen stories.. and my, oh my! those were stories!!!

It was Corinne Rodrigues’ post on her grandmother, Recalling a Woman of Substance – Part I, that made me want to write this. A niggling idea then germinated, more than a month ago, and has not let me be, all these weeks, and now finally, a few days after her third death anniversary, I offer this – to my Muthashi [grandmother, in Malayalam]. I can visualize her enjoyment at having something dedicated to her, and her criticism of it as well!!

Let me go back to those three words at the top of this post. Nothing, absolutely nothing, I had found out, could crush her spirit, not the number of children she had, five boys and five girls and the step-son she brought up as her own [all her children are still hale and hearty this day :) ], not the misery of the partition of family property (that was terribly acrimonious) she had to go through, isolated from her siblings, who shunned her though they stayed next door, not the squabbles among her children, from time to time, especially her sons, or the rude behaviour of some of her grandchildren – Nothing. It was as if there was something in her that simply refused to acknowledge this, and she survived another day (and taught a few lessons by way of example! Not by accepting injustice, if any, but by not letting it get to her!!) In fact, as my mother always reminds me, at each of those times in her life, she was the inspiration to all around her!

Living in the nattumpuram, the interior, the countryside, so to speak, did little to limit to knowledge of the happenings around the world, and Kerala! She was a voracious reader, from newspapers, to all the serialized stories in the Mangalam and Manorama weeklies. (Malayalees can perhaps connect to these :D !! The stories are sort of pulp fiction, lots of romances, betrayals, and stuff!!) And Radio Plays, so looked forward to, even by us, migratory birds who visited her a month each year! Even after the advent of television in our village in the mid eighties, the radio plays were firm favourites for her! No one was to talk, to shout, nothing… she’d sit, with us, all around, her head tilted towards the radio, in rapt attention! A sharp smack greeted anyone who dared to distract her!

What I loved so much about her was her absolute uninhibited joy when she went to the cinema! She was perhaps the oldest “hooter” or “Catcaller”, lol, theatres would ever have seen. A legend of sorts in our small place! We had a couple of rustic theatres, which later became brick and cement “real” cinema halls. Her children were most times embarrassed, but she cared two hoots (two long ones, at that :) ), when the action scenes came around! For us, her grandchildren, it was HUGE entertainment, going to the movies with her. The number who went, piled into a couple of cars, literally piled would be anything upwards of ten…:) – my grandparents, parents, three of us, my brothers and me, other uncles, aunts, cousins, servants and the neighbours!! Even now, when I go for a movie I miss her presence and the enjoyment!

She had magic in her hands! We call it kaipunyam in Malayalam, the gift within of being able to cook divinely, and make anything one’s hands touch taste delicious! She could turn a bit of salt, tamarind, a couple red chillies, fried, and a couple of shallots, [cheriya ulli -small onions, the size of maybe marbles], into her pièce de résistance called, Ulli Puli (literally translated as Onion tamarind, or sour onion !). My mouth waters, even now, this very moment, as I write about it. My mother, and her youngest sister, of her children, I have found, have inherited this from her, but they come nowhere close to her :)

My greatest gift from her, is her tutoring me in the letters of my mother tongue. Having been born and brought up outside of Kerala, there was little chance of my learning it formally, in school. But when I was in the fifth standard, I remember, the urge to learn what appeared heiroglyphics took root, and she guided me through those, during my summer vacation. Not having much practice in later years, or having felt the inclination, I neglected this area, and recently, after having settled in Kerala, a close friend here, and another blogger, Praveen, has made me want to again get back to those basics and perhaps, with renewed vigour, maybe even express myself here, in Malayalam :) If and when that happens, it’s a dedication to my Muthashi!!!

She had wanted to chronicle her experiences in life, as a sort of diary, her memoirs, sort of… But that remained an unfulfilled wish. She truly knew enough gossip, happenings, family relationships [uncle's mother-in-law's sister's nephew's grandson's wife... sort of thing] really well, that it never ceased to amaze me, how she’d map out with such clarity and define who was who, and how important he/she was!!! We’d always say that she had enough material to fuel a mega serial, the saga of her life and times!!!

The one special thing about her, was that ability she had to tell stories. Indeed all Grandmothers, I think, come with that ability, lol.. but her’s was a different sort! When we came to her for the vacations, we’d always insist on sleeping with her at night… so we’d spread the mattresses, and mats [the unlucky ones got those... :D ] all over the front room, called ummaram, in that ancestral house, and she would tell us the goosebumps variety of stories of people called odiyans, who would take revenge, or be hired by others to do the same, by turning themselves into a dog with a limp or a huge black buffalo. She’d tell us hair-raising tales about how her father and grandfather had actually seen them and how an uncle had been lured out of the home at night [the time when they operate], but throwing gravel on the tiled roof, and when he went out to see who it was, something happened, and he never returned alive! Oh my! those were stories!!! And we’d huddle together, shiver, and simply love it! In actual fact, she would have closed her eyes and most often gone off to sleep, but it was as if she was on auto pilot, and narrative would go on… that was her special ability!!! Even now, when I think of it, a thrill fills me; these are stories my mother has told her grandchildren, and I sit along a listen with them, and at 20+ both my children still enjoy it just as much and go brrrr… especially in the nights!!!

I somehow think there must have been my grandmother in my heart when I wrote this poem, a long time ago, for it kind of sums her up quite well! It’s called Indomitable.

This has been one looonnnggggg post; something which even I did not think would take so much space! But then, it’s like that when I talk about my grandmother. In a few words, perhaps I’d summarize her this way too:

Through thick and thin
Ups and downs
Always smiles and never frowns
Muthashi, precious kin!

A spirit unputdownable
Ever and always affable
In life and always

A charmer
A go-getter
A sunny-side-up-er [:D]
That, dear friends, is HER!!!!

Miss you Muthashi, I really do!!!

[11 November, 2008 to 22 November, 2008]

The Corridors of Time :)

Doing this tag marks my arrival, as I see it, :) , in blogdom! Thanks Praveen, for the invitation to do it. Here in my own rather insensible way is how I’ve attempted it.

The Tag
Two questions from the past, present and future. Answer them and then tag your friends from the blog-o-sphere. Leave a comment on their blog letting them know they have been tagged and you are all set.

Yesterday

-Your oldest memories

This is one that I shall always carry as a sort of fuzzy, wrapped-in-mist sort of memory. It’s of my father carrying me, patting me on the back, and me crying incessantly. I have asked my mother about it, and she says that it was probably at the time I had the jaundice, near-fatal, she says, that had me up all night, for several days. [She says she mentions this because I was a good and quiet baby!!] And being just a year and four months younger than my brother meant too much work for my mother! Daddy would sit up at nights, comforting me! And that, she says, was when I was two and a half! Would one remember that far back, is what I always wonder!

Other early memories include being in Delhi, the Holi and Diwali celebrations at Dhaula Kaun, where we stayed. The most vivid memories are being dunked into a drum of coloured water, and coming up spluttering and hooting, along with an unforgettable vision of a rocket set off on our lawn going up, a wide arc, and coming down on the balcony of the house opposite us where a Sardarji Uncle was sitting. The rocket finally landed on his pagari :D ! Fortunately there was no serious injury, except to our ego, when we got a dressing down from the parents!!

-What were you doing ten years ago?

Ten years ago, to date, was a moment where life was happening along an upbeat path. Having finally settled in Kerala, having prepared myself to do so, it was a moment of truth too! Things were looking up, my teaching career was also shaping up very nicely. The boys were doing good in school, I was back at my studies along with my work, and almost done with my PGCTE, from CIEFL, now called EFL University. Life suddenly looked good. In retrospect, I now wonder if indeed it was the lull before the storm. More on that, perhaps, when I am in a more confiding state, :-) !

Today

I am at peace. With myself, and that I think takes care of everything! Of course that does not mean I’ve done all that I want to, and am now sitting back !! If anything life finds me busier than I have ever been, and while people ask me what it is I do, well, I tell them Oh! this and that…! Reading, writing, correcting papers [lol!], browsing the net for stuff to take to class, cooking, and most of all, trying as hard as I can to do nothing! Each day sees me making new plans. The Inter School Competitions are on now, at the state level, and in a couple of days, the kids will go out and perform. For the past month we’ve been working together, the kids and us, in Recitation of Poetry and Elocutions and Extempore. I love that part, working with the kids and seeing them adapt, and learning so much from them. Each year it’s a joy, one that never fades! I’m already planning for new poems, for next year!

The most important aspect of today is here! And Now! Blogsphere. It probably has had the most influence on the way I see things and accept perspectives. An ongoing lesson in life, is what I take it to be. Glad to be here, now!

Tomorrow

Yet another day to get through! Sometimes instead of the prayer I have on my lips as I open my eyes, I want to go Aaaaarrrrrgh!! Especially if it’s a Monday.. this time it’s a Thursday, and it’s a day after an unscheduled holiday, because of a hartal in our place! A day that will be tension filled, as the next day is the D-day as far as the competitions go. The kids get their final practice, and that is always worrying if they are tense, or … :D I know I sound typical, but then there it is! Tomorrow is set aside for those children, all of them wonderfully talented. Do say a prayer for them, won’t you? Also for the tenth [Class Ten ie], as I struggle and strive to finish [them, lol] off their grammar portions.. :) I empathize, sympathise with them, but darn! I just have to do that too!!!

What do you see yourself doing 14 years from now?

If I still will be :) – A year away from retirement, but still with a zest for life, and still as young as my heart is! Hopefully with boisterous grandchildren [awww.. indeed, I am being a predictable female here.. :) ] to play with [not just look after, lol!] Still learning lessons from life, surely. And still blogging, hopefully with the same company I now enjoy in blogdom! I wonder if I should have by then taken a bit of courage in my hands to see at least one of my pieces in print :) It’s a secret wish I have, and … well, it is the future, and future perfect is most often an unreal conditional sentence!

If you build a time capsule what would it contain?

Books, Richard Bach’s, Robert Fulghum’s; music, the soft and senti stuff I hear, the musicals, Kenny Rogers, Bryan Adams.. and lots more; the pressed flowers I treasure; a few prized scribblings; some treasured hand made cards that my students have given me, and some of those precious b’day cards my kids and younger brother have presented me with. My old warm blanket [ I do have a thing about it, much like Linus in "Peanuts".. :-) ], and my old diary, in which I have hand written collections of quotations from decades ago.. these along with the most prized of all, my family and friends! It would have to be a fairly big one, as I keep wanting to add to my list!

And now I’d like to tag the following people: [Of course, if you have not been invited to do this tag before, and if the inclination so permits :) ]

Indian Home Maker
Sasha – She has done it here !!
Vrinda
Tara
Priyanka
Soumya
Omana [I'd love it done in Malayalam too!]
Roopa
Meena [Winnie the Pooh] had already done it here:)
Mahita, who very promptly did it here here !!!

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19 November, 2008