A Quest on Overdrive … :)

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


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A Luminous Lodestar

It’s been a year, for the stars, you and your nearly 3 weeks older cousin, hasn’t it?

A year to mark, the first of the tally-count of yearning, to simply see you.

A year, a whole year of watching you grow, gurgle, giggle, glow! A year, dearest dearest Dhruv, A YEAR!

We meet almost each day though, through smiles, songs, squeals and sillinesses. The kind that Achammas and Grandbetas make their very own, for we’re exempt, aren’t we, from keeping rules-schmooles!!!

I wish I were holding you right now, instead of sending you these word-hugs to tell you how much I love you! How much I wish…. No no, Achamma won’t just wish, she shall make it happen… She’ll sing “Just you wait ‘enry ‘iggins, Just you wait” (Pssst… Your mom and I watched it a long time ago, together, and laughed so hard – let’s watch too, sometime, with your siblings, the N gals! Naina is going to roll her eyes I know 😂)

Darling Dhruv, here’s wishing you a happy happy FIRST! And here’s my wish:

The stars in my eyes
Glow all the brighter
Because you’re YOU!

May the naughty sparkle in your eyes always shine 🤩

May the innocent smiles you give so easily, never fade!

May your gurgling laughter ever bubble
Lending wings to happinesses…

Your tiny chubby fists
Hold our hearts!

Make us breathless, make us love you all the more!

May each day be a confetti burst of all you wishes
With laughter and tears, sometimes
Smiles and sounds
Friends and family
Birds, trees and animals
Books and stories, and warm sloppy hugs and kisses
And an ever happy wagging tail
That’s Bowie’s!

May these be yours!

Stay blessed, dear one. Love.

15 June, 2021


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Sassy Sweet Seven

“Oh! So you can do it and I can’t?”

“Don’t you talk to my Panda like that!”

“When are you going back?” 🤨

“Uhhhhh!!! Arrrrghhh!!!”

Her angelic face
Belies the sass
Sweet Seven (only!)
Is she, but oh my!
Spice and Sass,
Teen-wise, she already has!

“Errm… Ammumma?
How can I be a Youtuber?”

Is her latest quest.

Ammumz is open-mouthed
In awe and annoyance (some
But glad, all the same
She has sass on her tongue
Something she needed
So much
Once upon an aeons-ago time…

Gladder yet
That the now-sassy Ammumz
Finally has a sassy Granddottie!

19 April, 2021, Day#19 of #Napowrimo 2021 celebrates, nearly three weeks on, Naina’s birthday (28 March 🙂 )

Blog Tradition here, that the kids and their kids have a space on their special day! However, Naina’s birthday was a busy busy time and this rambler saved the words for the S 🙂

The art is her inspired 🤗 Her doodles are expressive and epic at times. She has stories for everything she draws! Her stories… Sigh. Soon she’ll be hosting a blog here, I hope! I can’t wait!

I made the mandala for she’s our universe while being in an alternate universe of her own with her imagination! She added a few elements of her own because she wanted to collaborate 😀 but the selfish Ammumz wouldn’t let her touch the mandala. Therefore, here’s a hamster looking cute, a bunny and an owl looking at the mandala, she said! I love love love her spirited responses these days, after I’m done being flabbergasted, of course!


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Laugh…

Belch
Pull my crab clip off my hair;
Drink up your (or any stay
Cup of tea!
At home
Demand coffee. Tea.
(If both unavailable, cocoa)

Go on well intentioned diets
Give it about six weeks
Then… Duh!

Type in from malfunctioned keyboard
Just what I need to hear
Just when I need to hear it

Fneham alle felith 😂
(Clue: F appears for s/v)

He’s part of the first poems
I wrote… (My Sun Child)
Long before he was born!

He’s a paean, an Ode,
A ballad,
There’s rhyme, rhythm,
He’s a metaphor for laughter
A simile too, as cool as they come…

He’s playfulness personified
A paradox, an oxymoron
Workaholic fun lover!

He’s a book
That’s writing itself,
And may it continue to be
An action packed adventure
Filled with
Love, laughter, liveliness
Life.

That’s my wish, on this day
His birthday.

My Sun Child
My first born
Arjun ❤️

12 April, 2021 Day#12 of #napowrimo 2021

For my Son Child 💗
🙂

More from the previous years, here 

2017

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https://ushus.wordpress.com/2018/04/12/2018

2017

2016
2015
2014
2013
2012
2011, and this 2011 again!
2010
And more if you just click HERE 


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Starlit Days!

The best part of the year gone by was the time with Family. The time with a certain family, really, watching Modern Family! I still crack up thinking of the many evenings, or lunch times, we shared with those three families, the threes of us, and Bowie looking quizzically at us. So, today, I cannot think of a better way to say it, than the words of Manny Delgado (while initially I thought he was rather too much of a whiny nerd, the seasons, as they happened, made him personable and even adorable!) And his mother, the drop-dead gorgeous and very very fierce and real mother, Gloria! But yes, I love all the others too! (That’s enough digression, but before I stop, just a word: If you have not watched Modern Family, please do?)

So there I was for most part of the first half of 2020 with both of them and their fur baby, with the next baby on his way! I should have been there to welcome him, along with his parents, but the Vande Bharat Mission rescued a person, unwilling to return, and so, the remaining part of the year was spent with the rest of the family, back here!

Their days, were now lit by a Star, a Sun of their own, Dhruv. Neeti and Ashwin and Bowie and Dhruv, which the quintessential joke maker of our family, as a whole has captured in the acronym BAND family – Neeti and the BAD bois – that is him, my second born, Ashwin, talking of Neeti his partner, and B and D their bois!

These words below, from Season 8, of Modern Family, I think, when the season for me, was maturing like fine wine, says a lot of what you mean, to me, and as I see it, what you mean to each other 🙂

“What qualifies someone as a hero? Obviously, a hero has to be someone we respect. A person we look up to. A person who is generous of spirit. Who’s willing to grow and learn. Maybe it’s the person you love most in the world. Or the guy who makes he most out of life no matter what anyone thinks. For me though, the hero of my family is my family, because of who we are together.” – Manny Delgado 

 “It’s scary to let people see the real you, even when these people are your own family. But aren’t they the ones we should be least worried about? The ones who will love us without judging, who forgive our faults and celebrate our imperfections, maybe even encourage us to let our true selves shine through.” – Gloria Pritchett

I cannot think of better heroes, than you both, Neeti and Ashwin, in a world unravelling, you have woven a fine, beautiful tapestry (sleep deprived as heck, of course! 😛 ) that shines, for us to see!

Today it will have been eight years to their wedding day, and an aeon more of love. I cannot better express myself that I have over the ways in which both Maney and Gloria have, above!

Your resilience, your partnership, the buoyant love, the utter faith in one another, the way you second guess each other, and have each others’ backs! The laughter, the tears, on occasion, the giggles, the smiles, the way Dhruv and Bowie adore you, all the more, and the adoration of each other. Sigh.

To the most beautiful of partners, Neeti and Ashwin! Happy 8, me dearest darling bacchas!

May these starlit days continue to comfort and and wrap you all in the indefinable warmth and glow of love.

May the Sun shine bright upon you two, and cool wins blow the blues away!

May rainbows crown each little storm that you revel in

May blessings pour, unabated, and fill and flood your lives, ever…

May you be happy, healthy, and always as in love

All my love.

Amma.

For 14 January 2021

Over the years, this blog has celebrated them, in the links given below 🙂

(2020 got a miss! Given what the year turned out to be, it seems as if my not posting something is in keeping with the kinds of things the year threw at us! 😀 )

2019

2018

2017

2016 

2015

2014


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Been there, done that

That’s who she was, someone on the go, having seen so much in her nearly 15 years of life. Here’s to you Paru!

“How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?” (song reference, Maria, from The Sound of Music) That question so describes Paru, a darling, not a headache, a flibbertijibbet, a will o the wisp, a wave upon the sand, a cloud so hard to pin down… An angel of a fur baby with the temperament that was all friendly and cuddlesome. (We, as a family, refuse to call them just dog or cat. I know, it’s … hatke!)

She was a wee mite, abandoned outside my parents’ home, early March, 2006 – maybe a month or six weeks old, wailing pitifully! It was afternoon, and we’d had lunch. I went out, picked her up and she sniggled right in as if she belonged. They know, so much better than us, don’t they?

Appu, our year old, lanky, perpetual ball-in-the-mouth Alsatian, was in residence. A young male, likely to be aggressive to a wee pup? Nah! This was Paru. She had him twisted right around her adorable self, almost immediately. I have an audio-less video of her playing with him, the afternoon she arrived. How gentle Appu was! How endearingly energetic Paru was! By evening, they had become inseparable – till Appu went onwards ten years later.

As she grew, by leaps and bounds, literally, (she scaled, jumped over the compound walls and went walkabout, greeting all and sundry affably, so much so that she was soon the naattukkarude ammai 😛 ), we knew we had to give her her head… And what a gorgeous head she had complete with a one in a million Railway Signal Ears 😀 As her human siblings (us, kind of) had received, she too received her dose of discipline, and loads more unconditional love, and more freedom to wander – she knew where home was, no doubt!

By the close of the year, November, 2006, she had become distinctly rounder – just before she could be spayed, and she gave us Christmas gifts on 26 December, 2006 – 7 pups in all! I was the mid-wife 😀 The oldest was Kuttan, my very own bachcha! Kuttan of the pointy ears! (My younger son maintains that Appu must have been his dad, for there remained between then for the next ten years a simmering aggression – sigh!)

Our extended family was growing – Chinnu, my lab, Kuttan, and Malu our cat, later Mia joined, all of them at my place, and Paru, Appu at my parents! Her pups were all adopted at about 6-8 weeks, but Kuttan stayed on with me.

My younger brother says she is so much my Mom, who loves their home in Cherplassery more than any other place! Paru would, maybe, tolerate a couple of days away from there, but after that she would pine to be back there. Once she had to stay with me, Chinnu and Kuttan for about three weeks, while Appu and my parents went to stay with my YB. Three days into her stay with us, she had had it. Each day, she would go and sit in the car, if I opened and door, and sit, patiently waiting for me to get in and take her home. When my parents finally returned and she joined them, she refused to go to my mother for a whole evening. It was the next morning before she forgave my mother. Ever since, my mother has never separated Appu and Paru, neither has she left her anywhere else other than her home, with me babysitting her 😊

She would unfailingly visit our neighbour after she had her late afternoon snack of biscuits, and spend some time with them, for they too had biscuits ready for her. To say that they miss her just as much is an understatement. Every person here, in cpl, knew her so well, and would come home to enquire about her if they did not see her for a few days.

When she finally breathed her last, so many of them came to pay a condolence visit with my parents! Towards her later years, maybe the last 6 to 7 years, she was prone to panic attacks at loud sounds – firecrackers, thunder, heavy rain. Her way of dealing with it was to run out to wide open spaces. She hated to be home then. Soon we learned to recognize the signs, and would keep her indoors till the worst had passed. It was difficult as she would be restless, trembling, chew up corners of the furniture. Poor dear!

Arthritis soon caught up with her, and the past couple of years have been hard. She would still walk, run out in panic, but it was a laboured walk. A couple of years ago, she went missing on Vishu day amidst the firecrackers. She was still missing the next morning, and my Mom had sent out search parties, calling people, she herself going out to look for her. Soon news reached about a dog located at the bottom of a dry well, a bit shallow, thankfully, and lined with dried coconut palm leaves. Paru. Miraculously unhurt! That was in 2018. It was the worst, we thought.

Next year. Vishu. She went off at the loud sounds again. She was almost 14 years by then. She did not return that night (as she usually would), not the next day. Panic was beginning to set in at home, and soon, my YB and I arrived to search too. He from Bangalore, I from my son’s place. She went missing on Monday afternoon. Tuesday, Wednesday (we arrived) passed. We got posters made, with my mother’s phone number on it, her red collar, her friendly face, her red collar … all there. It was shared on social media, on whatsapp, put as flyers in newspapers. Wednesday passed, nothing. I was constantly on the edge, close to tears. Thursday morning, we began early, scouting the hill nearby, where she was sighted. Each time we went in the direction she was supposed to have taken, it appeared we missed her by an hour or so… This went on till evening. It was four days now, our 14 year old, arthritic Paru was missing – at this point Mom said, I just wish I could know and see her, I need to know. Acceptance was being prepared.

That night, Thursday, it rained. Thunder, lightning. YB said, I’m going. She’s bound to be out and walking. We’ll find her. Mom joined and so did SIL and I. 9.30 pm in the rain, saw the red Wagonar, with three women hollering Paruuuuuu Paruuuuuu, on the roads a few kilometres away, where she was reported to have been sighted.

Suddenly, mom’s phone rang. The voice at the other end said, Your Paru just passed us by, she looks scared. You must know, it was night, raining, dark. Where, where, asked Mom. Turned out, we were 2 minutes away, around the corner! YB vroomed there. I jumped out, and three young men, pointed the way down a dark curving narrow lane. There, they said. I ran.YB parked the car. Mom and I were racing down, shouting her name. And there she was, turning around to look, unable to believe her eyes!. She came to me, snuggled right into my arms, like that first time!

Thanking the powers that be, thanking these young guardian angels sent down for her, for us, we picked up our precious treasure and headed home. What a moment that was. I still have goosebumps when I think back to that moment. Another few moments, and the time would have passed when we would ever see her again. That age? One never knew. Serendipity that time and space and the numerous prayers and blessings worked!

This was last year, 14- 18 April, 2019. As the months passed, she mellowed, became slower, her legs a bit more stiff. My mother was the North on her compass, and she’d miss her terribly even if she went on a short errand. She suddenly seemed unusually fragile. Last year, we thought she wouldn’t see another Vishu. But she did. This year, 2020. She couldn’t find energy to go out much, and stayed in.

In September, this year, she took seriously ill, unable to stand for long, unable to walk steadily, and had to be helped to go out to poop and pee. A couple of weeks of constant care, nurturing saw her gaining strength, but the signs were there that she was just taking care to see we were not troubled by her.

She waited till December, I think, to celebrate my parents’ 60th anniversary in the first week of December, spend some time with us. The last couple of days must have been really difficult, though it was only Mom and Dad with her then. She did not linger, she did not give them any trouble, but after the visit to the Vet, on Saturday morning, she quietly lay down and let go.

What matters is that she is no more in pain, no more difficulty in walking, and she’s joined her tribe to make it their special foursome, Chinnu, Appu, Kuttan and Her, gambolling away, in Pet’s Paradise, though they must all be waiting to meet us, in lifetimes to come. I firmly believe that.

Funny, isn’t it? All the while, when we think we have rescued them, we fail to understand and appreciate this one simple fact – it’s US, each of us who is rescued, when we love and cherish them. No one, not a single person, will ever love you, like they do. We’re given the privilege and honour to share their love. May we never forget that. To all the fur babies I’ve known and been rescued by, and most of all to you, dearest Paru – Thank You.

Peace,my darling girl.

Paru – early March 2006 – 19 December, 2020