A Quest on Overdrive … :)

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


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Finding that balance…

… is just another wee bit of the usual, for her, this woman, who has come into our lives, in the most loving and fairly unexpected of ways 🙂 True to her zodiac, she symbolizes the even keel of emotion, of sense, of knowing just the right words, actions, and feelings to bring to you, to her own self as well 🙂

Friends who have known her, her partner in life, my son, and her adorable daughter, Naina, quite apart from her own family, I am sure would also refer to her fiery, passionate self, but with a certain knowledge as to how she does, well ( duh, again), find the balance where many of us would tip over the edge.

Oh yes, my Arien Sun Child can get a bit too childlike, sometimes go over the top in his enthusiasm, but ever since she has come into his life, and they have become the best of themselves for each other, I must say he’s grown a bit, beyond his 11 years (that’s a private joke between the Sun Child and I 😛 )

She calms, she sweetens the air, she giggles with the naive, innocence that only someone who has that child within can bring into play 🙂 🙂 That, now, is a loaded sentence too! 🙂 With Nainu, she has been the most gracious, loving yet firm of mothers I know. How does she know so much, I wonder, when I have more or less fumbled my own way and muddled through motherhood! You know, that assured way of simply knowing that this is the way to handle that bundle of energy… she shows me each day, how it is done, how I wished I could have done it, had I a chance to go back in time 🙂

Be that as it may, I know for sure that Arjun has been the luckiest of men, to have been able to find Pratibha, the Libran, in this tale 🙂 With the Ram headed determination, he did set out to woo her, and win her hand, and I know for sure there isn’t a day he does not give thanks, even if not deliberately 🙂 🙂 😀

She celebrates her birthday today, this charming, beautiful, idealistic, gregarious young lady, the mother of my grandottie, Nainu, and partner to my Sun Child. But even without all these connections she has brought into my life, I know this is one gal I would know the instant we met, whenever, however, wherever, even without my Sun Child and their adorable daughter 🙂 That’s who she is.

She touches others with a simple honesty, an open friendliness, a gracious welcoming smile. Her laughter, her smiles cements any apprehension you might have. And her sensible demeanour will instantly put you at ease…

Happy birthday, Parukutty, my dearest dearest daughter ❤ ;  you are wished the best in life, this day, and the rest of the year. It will be memorable, and add to the grace, the bearing you carry in life; giving you challenges that you will, in your sweetness and self assurance, meet head on, giving of yourself, and being loved infinitely more each day, by each of us who know and treasure you! May you be blessed to be that lovely little girl I always see in you, the one who unhesitatingly reaches out to help, to comfort, to be there with a patient listening ear, and give me these incredibly gentle and sensible suggestions 🙂 Just as Neeti does too!

 

Happy happieeeeee birthday from all of us, Pratibha! Wishing you rainbows, and laughter, and hugs and kissess and always LOVE, always, ever and a day more… ❤ And then some!!!

As that song in The Sound of Music goes, I realize, each day, that somewhere in my youth or wicked childhood, I must have done something goooood… to have found you, and Neeti ❤

Blessed be, my dearest girl 🙂 Stay awesome 🙂

There’s a virtual gift, in this, a card, made and sent by one of my own kids, from school 🙂 You met him, when he came to visit Naina 🙂 Vivek 🙂 He sends his wishes, to his Bhabhi, 🙂 ❤

Wishing you an amazing day, with the love of your loved ones, and the companionship of your friends 🙂 Missing you so much 🙂

P.S Riddhi, your picture is being used without prior permission 🙂 I know you’ll approve 😀

14 October, 2016

 

 


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Soar

As that dream you’ve always had!
Amazing us all, 
Articulating your deepest desires… 🙂

Secured to the bonds that 
Scaffold, in certain faith
Serene knowing we’re your safety net!

High, as high as you want
Happy, hearty, in all good humour
Here… we’ll always be, for you, Just For You!

With confidence, knowing all the time, you’re a
Winner in life, 
Working to make what you love to do!

Into a love that holds you spellbound
Inspiring always, with your 
Innate goodness, and goofiness 😛

Navigating the skies of opportunities
Negotiating each twist, turn and tack
Nattily, neatly, and with elan, as you always do!!!

Dearest Ashwin

The above is an acrostic in tercets, just to show you how your still-nerdy-hatke mom will never learn the basics of simple things, like simply saying, Dearest Ashwin, Happy wala birthday, Kunjunni ❤ but she will the go whole hog and cook up a potpourri of crazy, wacky ideas, that actually come together in an insane but joyful way. Sounds just like your mad mom, no?

Well, this isn’t about her, but you, this day, when you are at this place in life when you’ve cleared the runway for the flight… on a different course in life! The nestling you had been is a sure and certain ace pilot of life, learning each day new skills and newer ways to make life as good as it gets! One thing I know you shall keep doing is this… learn, learn and learn some more 🙂 It’s in your DNA – no escape – not that you want to either 😛

So, my darling Lion, here goes… (yes, yes, yes, it has started… but there is something so compulsive about a cliché, that I keep going back to 😛 )

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A prayer, a wish, a song in my heart for you-
To soar, as that joyful bird
To sing, in wild abandon of love
To laugh at life in silliness and gaiety
To stop a while, smell the grass,
To be thankful for all you have
To be inspired by who you are
To always be able to converse with your loved ones
To run, or sit, or lie down

in the sure and certain knowledge that we’ve got you, we’ve got your back, and are always, always there for you!

Soar, my dear one. Roar, with joy too! Have the best one ever ❤ ❤

Happy birthday, Ash 🙂 My bachcha! This song – it says a lot I’d love to! Well Coldplay is going to do it on my behalf! Imagine aaaa! 😛

 

 

Loads and loads of Love, always
Amma ❤

P.S. That latest black and white pic. challenge – Navmi says you look “quite a bit” like me 😀 😀 That makes my day, as it does yours too, I hope! 😛

For 3 August, 2016

Psst. Glossary – in case you’re too lazy to google 😛

tercet-a set or group of three lines of verse rhyming together or connected by rhyme with an adjacent triplet (mine does not rhyme 😛 )

acrostic-An acrostic is a poem (or other form of writing) in which the first letter (or syllable, or word) of each line (or paragraph, or other recurring feature in the text) spells out a word or a message. (Your name is the acrostic, dear Ashwin, in one short of  the seven colours of a rainbow, supposedly  😛 )

Birthday Blog Tradition posts for Ashwin, over the years from 2009 :

2009

2010

2011

2012

2013

2014

2015

 

 


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The Surprise!

Two more days to Vishu. The ascension of the Sun into Aries, or the Medam Rashi (മേടം രാശി). So goes tradition, the customs and the rites, rituals we have in place, quite apart from the vedic calculations of the constellations, the planets with respect to the positions of the Sun and the Moon. That day, two days hence, is Vishu, the first day of the Malayalam month of Medam. Visitors to this blog have been maximum, so WP stats tell me, on Vishu! Traditions beckons, still, it would seem from far and wide 😀

Tradition is important to the blog too. And April 12th, is one such day to celebrate, in our lives. Mine and others 😀 The ascension of the Sun Child, in the form of a birthday! This year was one big surprise. SURPRISE! No, not as in surprise party. Then? Aha!

The Sun Child, the verse, was born 35 years ago. The Sun Child, my Arjun, four years after the verse was born, the person for whom it had come to be, was born!(I’ve always said just one truth here – the words come to me of their own accord – probably because somewhere in my youth or childhood, I must have done something magical, that I have no knowledge of 😛 – and I’m certain, that it was entirely accidental! That Arjun turned out exactly like that Sun Child in the verse proves the point 😀 )

A certain biography too has been attempted last year on him 😛 I exaggerate of course. But. Do I? Read that epic post to find out 😀 (LINK)

This past year has been special. (Well, which year has NOT been, you ask. Fair point, well made, I’d say!) Consider these wise words:

“One often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it”, Master Oogway, to Master Shifu. That’s a big turtle and a … errr… I googled to find out that it is a Red Panda or the Lesser Panda or a kind of fox, who are talking about Po, the Dragon Warrior, being one. Such wisdom. At the moment I’m writing this down, my Po is watching that Po, the Dragon Warrior, with all of us lazing in the drawing room and watching Kung Fu Panda, probably for the umpteenth time!

It is serendipitous indeed as to how that one line has been played out as far as Arjun-Po is concerned! He’s always maintained that he’s just going to do what has to be done, and not go beyond, as far as work is concerned. Words, I know, that with the depth of the presence of workaholic content of his DNA, that were quite untrue 😛 He could say all he wanted and whenever he did, but he’d do a fine job of whatever he took up!

Case in point was the amount of work he’d put in – his bit – for the success of the IFR 2016, being part of the organizing of the City Parade, in the first week of February! So the lesson here is what Master Oogway was trying to tell his student – what you avoid, you end up meeting the very same thing 😛 !!

This has also been special in the sense of how the birthday has been celebrated! I doubt he’s had one in which, as he admits, he was surprised! By his mother 😛 Who planned and executed the perfect surprise by turning up at his house, without informing him or his wife 😀 Their classic expressions – Pratibha’s overwhelmed, and Arjun’s underwhelmed – are now going into our family history. I guess I can’t up this one for a long time to come! Don’t want to either. Some things, as that Master Card ad goes, are priceless! This is one of them 😀

Happyyyyyyyyy, as Nainu says – which is enough for her, and therefore for us- to Arjun! Today, 12th of April 🙂 It’s been a quiet sort of day, for one could not improve on the surprise, close to midnight, when he finally returned home from sailing! But that is fine too! We’ve had a couple of friends over – those who were in cahoots with me, in planning and executing my surprise 😀 Which almost did not become 😛

Still, as Naina says, “‘o gya, ‘ogya”- Ho gaya, ho gaya. It has been a lovely, satisfying day 🙂

Happyyyyyy Alljun! May this year unfold and bring to fruit your blossoms of hopes and wishes 🙂 Each one of them, starting with your 100 day challenge to lose weight! I’ll watch and wait, before I do something like this 🙂 May you continue to be blessed by the love of family and friends, and have a rainbow, yours alone, with all you need from the pot at the end.

The biggest surprise of today? That this blog post was posted just in time 😀 I did not think I’d be able to do it, but I did, and just under 900 words!

Love you infinitely!

Here’s to you Mr. Awesome 🙂

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12 April 2016

Post Script: Special mention must be made of Riddhi, without whom this surprise wouldn’t have been as effective! She played out her role like a pro 😛 She picked me up from the airport, having assured me kindly that she is there for me 😛 That she did not have her own car, and had to borrow Arjun’s was kind of added effect in the history and drama – needing to create a perfect excuse for Pratibha not guessing why she needed it 😛 Woh bhi work out huaaaa 😛

So Hi5 Riddhi, and many many thanks! I do hope to be able to return this favour by helping you out in a surprise too 😛

 

PPS : The previous years’ blogs are here 🙂 This one is the 6th! Not bad, this journey has been!

2015
2014
2013
2012
2011, and this 2011 again!
2010
And more if you just click HERE 🙂

 


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A Talent for Being Oneself

… is an amazing gift to have!
And that in itself, is perhaps, is a talent that ensures everything you do in life, you do with great contentment, in the confidence of being who you are, regardless of what anyone else wants you to be.

She’s got that gift. This girl, this lovely young woman, this precious heart, who has come to me, a daughter and a friend and a sister, and more than that, just being herself, beloved and loved.

Chronologically, it has been just over four years since we’ve “met”, but you know how it is that with some people, you “know” them the instant you talk or meet! It has been the same with her, and the other daughter I’ve welcomed into the family 🙂 The knowing, ah! the knowing.

Marriages, even between communities in the same faith, with similar backgrounds are minefields- heck! within the community too, “love”/”arranged” wala… no exception 😀 , but this lass, as I have already mentioned, along with her lad, has not let it change who she is, or changed others for herself. I find this ability of hers, in managing to be her, no matter where she is and with whom she interacts, to be the one wonderful defining quality that makes her so her 🙂 ❤

Pratibha, meaning the talented, the gifted, the light … my dearest daughter in law, celebrates her birthday today. Another precious year awaits, filled with much love, laughter, happiness, good health, hers and her loved ones’ 🙂 , much baby talk, sweet nothings and days quite breathless, and some with the quietude of peace and stillness (though with Nainu around that would be premium 😛 )

Dearest dearest Parukutty, you are loved so much by each and every one of us! May God bless you abundantly with the freshest and purest of things that life can offer, with slices of tang and spice and sweet to relish along the way!

Happy Birthday Darling girl! Stay sweet, chirpy and YOU, always!

Loads of love and hugs, Amma ❤ and the brood at home – Appus, Parus, Kutts, Mia Mommy and Kunju, Changaru, Ammini, along with the extended family of Naana, Naani, Ammai, G’mman, their kids ❤

Happy Birthday Lady in Red!

Happy Birthday Lady in Red!

Let life be that dance you'll ALWAYS want to do! And yes! Got a lot of the kids in there :D

Let life be that dance you’ll ALWAYS want to do! And yes! Got a lot of the kids in there 😀

14 October, 2015


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The DAY or THE Day

… either way, whichever, however you look at it, you could say it was quite a day 🙂

Long Post Alert. It’s 1600 words plus, and yet, for me it isn’t enough. That says it all 🙂 Read on at your pleasure, if you so wish ❤

The DAY was one that surpassed others of the same kind by being most overwhelming, in a manner I have yet to experience. The days to the run up were way underwhelming, if you can grasp the meaning of the word (first heard in the film, “10 Things I hate about you” starring a young Heath Ledger and Julia Stiles 😛 ) – but it being the August Month, it is always appealing and something to eagerly look forward to, like the March-April Ariean Month 🙂 Last year, and the year before that, this day, sorry The Day, was rather special too. Outbursts of spontaneous, excited surprises waited in store. Fond love etched itself in numerous creative ways – be it in words, pictures, actions, songs and so on and so forth.

Having successfully arrayed before you the well known unsubtle distractedness I’m prone to these days (along with coining words leftrightandcentre 😛 ), I know I owe it to you to tell you where this write is going. It’s travelling back, a few days, to a day that I shall find hard to live down, or live up to, for that matter. A day that came  on sunshine wings, and poured so much joy, frosted with pixie dust, all aflutter … errm, yeah, right, I AM waxing poetic aren’t I? It’s a fangirl moment here – thinking about how a Cinderella must have felt with the glass slipper sort of day. Except it was way better. Still not getting to the point aren’t I? Sigh.

So this is how the Day The DAY went. Expecting a call at midnight, as has been the norm, I went to bed the night before, but slept right through pings from the phone. Wakey wakey early enough, and I find an SMS from an unfamiliar number, which is identified 11 messages later. Sigh. So much for a good start. A couple of happy phone calls later, I’m ready for school. It’s a Thursday, and the next day is a holiday. Much fun.

Understatement. Way more fun. In the tense first period, I got asked to leave class, by my own kids 😀 A first definitely. A barely polite, urgent requirement it was, apparently. I barged in impatiently a few minutes later to some rather outrageous scenes 😛 A boquet, a cake on the teachers’ table, a ‘U’ shaped container, made by an artistic girl, containing gifts, cards, a birthday cap, a singing knife to cut the cake, and snow spray. Well. Well. It was a blast! To song and many wishes, a song, a speech, and much shared cake, laughter and a general letting down of hair. Well yes, it was their teacher’s birthday, and this celebration, apparently had been cooking for a bit.

It speaks of the RAW at work in the Intelligence Unit, in the class, and, as I later discovered, other classes. 😛 The next class, I did not even have to get to, before random kids came up to shake hands, offer pens, as gifts ( I do NOT have any of their papers to grade, pliss to note 😀 ) – the RAW there too was well informed. It has so happened, that a couple of years ago, this year’s 12th grade kids, sneakily discovered that The DAY was that day, through alert eyes of their siblings of friends, who happened to be on my list on Facebook. News like this really does not matter, usually, but then I discovered that indeed, I am that eccentric oddity, who HAD to be noticed 😛 😛 And greeted.

So the next year, last year, more kids, particularly, my very own 😄 (the 14-15 batch – the Number 47, remember? )  had this session of pastry cutting, giving me an awesome watch, and generally making me feel special 🙂 Lovely hand-painted card too, from their seniors, the ones who started it the previous year.

But this year, Boy O Boy! It certainly was different. It felt as if somehow the universe at school had conspired to make my day. And me in a ‘koora saree’ as a colleague put it – an uninteresting saree, to put it mildly 😛 – to not celebrate myself 😀 ! Well, to get the highlights of the day, it went spiralling upward, after the fist period. Every class I went to, songs came my way, cards, and wishes. A young lady from Class 7 (I have just gone there once, this year, to tell them to keep quiet 😛 ) came during the lunch break, clutching 3 red ink pens, for me, she said, wishing me very solemnly. Despite my telling that she oughtn’t to have spent money like that, I could not persuade her to take them back for herself. I took one, and told her the others were a gift back 🙂 What a sweetheart! The day was filled with such moments. There were kids, with knowing smiles on their faces, simply walking up to this ogre to shake her hands, and offer wishes. To be sure, I felt rockstar popular 😛 😛

The first lot of kids who started wishing me, a couple of years ago, were back with their painted card and pictures framed. Oh my! Beautiful beautiful wishes and creativity with it 🙂 And the littlest of the lot, whose classes I visit, made tiny paper earrings with quilling paper, and instructed that I wear it, as and when I had a saree to match 🙂

It was barely afternoon, when I was spirited away to a corner of the school, by urgent calls for help there, by *a teacher* , according to the students, when my former AK47s were ready and raring to go with guitar and song and the pastry again 🙂 along with a beautifully illustrated card, in the form of a story 🙂

And then, with yet a couple of classes to go, song and cards later, we come to the special class that evening. The lesson was Subject Verb Agreement. You know how much of agreement there is, usually in a Grammar class, especially with a Grammar Nazi taking that class. Ten minutes into the lesson, I could hear rumblings, and murmurs, each time I turned toward the board to write something down; it was clear indication as to a plot brewing, but how it would unfold was anybody’s guess, for me. Well to cut to a longish story, it began with a young pert lady coming up to me, with her workbook, to ask a doubt (it never happens 😛 ), and me asking her to get back, so that she can ask from there, as it could be a general doubt that the whole class, maybe, had, but she doesn’t go back; instead she opens the book to a particular page wherein is tucked a sheet of paper which says “Happiness is… celebrating your teacher’s birthday…” That stumped me. You see, we need to go back a few hours, when I had class, with the SAME lot, and they never uttered a SINGLE word 😀 So had this entire party planned out. They then burst into songs, English, Hindi, Malayalam; did a kind of Mexican Wave thingy, holding up A4 size sheets that had a letter or punctuation on it – which went to the effect – “We love you teacher, and you will remain in our hearts forever” – something more too 😀 Overwhelmed is a word that does not quite cover what I felt, as I did that afternoon, the whole day, in fact. But it still was not over. Each child came up to me, with a hand made card that I accepted with good grace, though by now I was beet red 😀 They, thankfully did not bring cake. They had chocolate – three slabs, which I broke into bits, and fed each of them 🙂

Taking stuff home required that I make two trips to my car, with my arms laden with cards, posters, notes… 🙂 A tiny bouquet too. ❤ Opening the cards later, I was struck by the one made by the Master of Irony in one of our classes. A simple minimalistic card, a Happy Birthday, nothing else, and on the back cover were these profound words : “Insert deep meaningful verse here” You could say I had been had. 😛 I loved that card as much as I did the semi album of my life they had compiled, along with the kind of warm affection they concluded my day at school with.

But yes, more than the “loot” as I call it, the day had to do with an outpouring of affection; a day that began really quietly and sombrely for me, with no expectation, but for the previous years’ kids coming to wish me (I know you guys 😛 ) and songs and handshakes. Bas. What unfolded was a mega private show, that spilled into the corridors, and brimmed over with love. That, that, made it special.

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I’ve yet to have a birthday party of my own which was as long and as awesome as I had that DAY. 🙂 It’s going to be the last of ’em too, with the thoughts running down the corridors that it’s really not ok to spend so much of time and effort into these things, when it’s just  another day.

Not this DAY, this year. This will be forever etched in my ❤

Thank you to all you magical people, who pretend to be kids at school, for us 🙂 You make me believe in Miracles and Fairy Tales, though I never really stopped believing in them- you strengthen the feeling that it takes a child to lead you to the door of your own truth 🙂 ❤

Thank you. Infinitely.

Finally completed on 22 August, 2015, having begun a week ago, almost 🙂