A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


Numero Uno

Not the Boss, not the Gang Leader, not any of the #unohoo s either. For the ones familiar with this space, (gosh how much more arrogant can I get! 😛 ), you know what’s coming.

You see, (and I am sure you do, and if you don’t, be prepared to get confounded. Duh.  ) Right. You see, something that struck me as I read the word “Sonder” shared on a popular FB page, Word Porn, was the notion of having our own universes, and overlapping them with others, not in the sense of my borders will push yours out, but in a sort of symbiotic manner, where the membranes of the universes mix, mingle, magically; where each sync, event, that resonates tells you all over again, there are NO COINCIDENCES. 😀 That has become a favourite oddity aphorism for me. The instances of this happening are, believe it or not, increasing, and not becoming the exception to the norm. So why am I talking of universes and coincidences (or the lack of it??? )

The universe of my making, rather the universe that inhabits me, so also the one that I inhabit, has a supreme power. One that is best kind there is. Love. Pure and simple. (Though, of course, you may argue that there is nothing either simple or pure about it 😀  and I’d simply tell you then, that it ain’t love, if so 😛 ) Stop blathering and get to the point, you demand by now, I can sense. Chalo then, to it. 😀

To Numero Uno. Love. A tiny entity who personifies it, for me. Pure and Simple. At this moment, this entity rules our lives, and we rejoice at it. Entity, what entity!!! (Please let me do this my eccentric-blogger-overwhelmed and overwhelming hatke way 😛 )

Yes! Me!!!!

Yes! Me!!!!

She’s that beautiful, absolutely-in-charge-of-herself-independent free spirit. A sprite. A pixie. An impish delight. All of a year old, todashe’s growing us up too, in her charming, yet sometimes no nonsense way 🙂 What always delights (yes, I’m repeating that word for want of a better word to tell you how it is 🙂 ), truly enchants is the way we all have found the child within us, since she was born, and how she keeps us child-like, indeed childish too… shedding our own inhibitions for the joy, the sheer joy of seeing her smile, and sharing in the laughter that fills the air, and our hearts!

Yup! Kurumbiiiii

Yup! Kurumbiiiii

Naina. My Kunjikutty. Chutki. Sometimes a goonda too. Kurumbiiiiiii… we go, when she gets up to mischief, running, crawling away from us, to the stack of shoes she can see in the distance… when she demands water and very firmly looking at you, she’ll spray it, then laugh her head off.. 😛 When she tries to pull out the bindi, or the glasses in one swift skillful swoop 😛 😛

The universe we carry around with us, my own universe, is fairy-flecked with her smiles, her tiny teeth, her dimpling smile, the cooing, the baby language, her long lashed lovely eyes… Naina. 🙂

Happy birthday my darling gurl… May the magic you weave, just by being your beautiful, innocent self, ever touch us in ways that hold us close to you, always, but always. May the love that is the weave of the tapestry of our lives, ever be your strength, the scaffolding, to help you move to exactly where you want to be… 🙂

And that, this day, is in the loving arms, hugs and warmth of all of us who have gathered to celebrate you and this special day! These hearts, arms and selves are always yours, my dearest Kunjikutty, Naina Kutty 🙂

Numero Uno, you are, in more ways that I can tell you, to me, my dearest Nainu ❤ ❤

28 March, 2015


Marching On

It has been a whole two weeks away – and lookie at that, I know you’re saying, her talking as if she’s some pro blogger who doesn’t miss a day out on her blog 😀  – two hectic weeks that I am glad I did not have a challenge for, with things in a tizzy, all around, home, hearth, family, school, and what have you!

Still each day, when I lurked and checked mail, I’d find a couple of comments on those blogs, of the past month, and reason to believe in the fact that there are no coincidences in life. You meet some people, however virtually, and you know for sure, it isn’t the first time you’re meeting. I’m a firm believer in that.

I’d love for you to meet, here, two of them, one, who set herself a challenge, just as we did, in the Ramblings in Februray Challenge. She has written, in verse, in Limerick, would you believe, as easy as you please, 28 of them on Shail’s blogs, and another 28 here… 🙂 🙂 and the other, the instigator, motivator, encourage’r’, awesome blogger, story writer, poetry composer, photographer, birder, and what not 🙂

So this post here, takes off from where we left off, on 28th February, with huge thanks, indeed a debt of gratitude to Shail, for the prompting and the encouragement and to you, Gulshan,  for the limericks this blog now carries, with your trademark precision, substance and sheer beauty.

Onward ho, to the main part of this post: a tribute of sorts to ’em both, in the style of one of ’em writers: the Limerick 😀

On Gulshan Gev Bamboat, Awesome Limerick’er’

There are lessons to learn
Though maybe no brownie points to earn
If you’ll just read from her
Skim, scan, just surf her on your browser
An awesome poet, gracious, beautiful lady, you’ll discern!

A garden full of beauteous flowers
Leafy green, blossom-bedecked arbours
Graceful, elegant, lovely, simply pretty
Always, but always, at the tips of her fingers, an instant ditty
Awesome, simply extraordinary, her versification powers!

And Shail: Multifaceted multi-tasker 🙂

Our brain, it doth strain, sometimes in pain
To churn out posts, some forced, for what gain?
Shail’s it’s amazing to observe
All praise it doth deserve
For the perennial flow of wonderful notes, again and again!

So here I am, cheerfully
Telling you of Gulshan, happily
Not to forget another soul
Sole reason, is she, Shail, for making that month whole
Shail and Gulshan, you’ve added glitter and glam, to this space, verily 🙂 🙂 ❤ ❤

Thank you, immensely, endlessly, both of you 🙂
Shail has been around blogdom for ever, it would seem, 🙂 and with it, been wielding her camera, taking the most beautiful pictures, interestingly captioning them, and been the motivator to get into birding, for me, as well 🙂
And Gulshan has more than four thousand, one hundred limericks composed, to her credit. I know, we mere mortals, can  but hope to see and read more from them and continue to be inspired!

So, that’s a halt, to this march of words, for now 🙂

15 March, 2015