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


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The Bees’ Knees

That is, quite enquivocally, what you are, to me, and a whole lot of others. 🙂 Who? We’ll come to that soon enough 😀 That is the way of this blog, and rambler. Together, they kind of mess up your reading skills 😛

I first heard this expression at a workshop in Kochi, where the resource person was an Englishman, a Prof. Richard Something or Other (do excuse me for not being able to recall – I hate that about myself :/ ), conducted by the ABS – Association of British Scholars (??? I think 🙂 ) in association with the British Council, I do recall. We, the thirty plus number of participants, were given a worksheet with several expressions in English, many quite obscure, and vastly underused hereabouts, and were asked to match them with their meanings. Yep, teachers doing match the following. No one was able to score an excellent 😛 Go on, rejoice at how them dratted English teachers got their comeuppance from a Sahib  😛 Serves them right, no?! 😀

Errr, back to the bees’ knees. Clearly we weren’t that. But it still remains in my mind as being one of the most delightful sessions at a workshop where you had a native speaker giving you the inside stories and the inflections of language and usage. Like a bat out of hell was another that caught my fancy…. Deep sigh. 😀

Oopsie, here I go again, rambling 😀 So, ummm, where was I? Oh yes, the who/what/how about the bees’ knees. Yeah, I’m working this one to death, aren’t I? As if them bees aren’t already working enough! 😀

So, bees? Yep they’re busy alright, and give us honey. Pack a sting too! So etymology (excuse me, while I break into laughter, that perhaps only Ashwin, Arjun and I can fully appreciate, since it is part of the spelling bee mimic’s repertoire 😛 😀 ) – apparently the bee collects/stores the pollen in its knees, and we know what a good thing that is right? From the etymology (teacher in full flow, pliss to note 😛 ) it is to be understood that the bees’ knees refers to something that is wonderful, excellent, very good…. you get the drift 😛

That’s it? Okay, you probably wonder. Do you? Then you aren’t a regular here. Avoid, confuse, then cause bedlam of thoughts and words and notions, is how this rambler works, sometimes 😀 We’re not done yet, that is what I mean 🙂 I mean heck! I haven’t even begun (past 400 words now, in case you need to split from this screen 😛 )

I’ll try and make this easy. He’s the bees knees, he is. A wonderful human, which in turn takes care of everything, does it not. Who’s knee at the moment is undergoing a bit of errr…. reconstruction 😀 You see how I couldn’t not call him the bees knees? He’s known to be a laid back Bahubali (the juniors have given him that title – so that makes me, who? Sivagami! Woah! Thank you Bwoys 😀 ) , someone who’s got everyone’s back, even if his knee is put to risk. Well, he’s the Bees Knees ain’t he? Whether he’s gunning away, full throttle, or easing to an idle, and lazing, binge watching, minding his babies, the right mixture of goofy sport and firm instructions, having a blast with his friends or holding the fort at the Ship, thwacking the youngsters there, or giving them some good advice, rollicking away – through it all one word stands out, which, at one point both he and I would have pooh-poohed 😛 Workaholic? Ask him and he’d certainly deny it, but I know that that is the perception, at least among quite a few.

And of course, as he has said, the secret of him being that way? “Chicken” he answered recently 😀 Whatever, it be, I know that he is the one Sane and Sensible voice in our rather zany family, though he too can collapse into bedlam at any given point! It’s been quite a year, altogether, from last year 🙂 He’s got another lovely daughter, Naira, a more articulate elder daughter, Naina, a beautiful gorgeous partner, Parukutty, and the love of good friends and family 🙂 Apart from a torn ACL, left knee (basketball match ), which had to be reconstructed 🙂 He’s got some much needed rest, and is still to recover completely. However, does that stop him being AWESOME? 😀 😀 😛

Nothing ever will, for this unstoppable offspring o’mine!

Happy day, I know it was, Arjun! Wishing you health, happiness, much more joy that your heart can hold, warm giggles with your girls, and great great times, where you’re headed! Love you to bits!

These are pictures from an early birthday celebration, as he goes in for his review for his knee 🙂

12 April, 2018, Arjun’s birthday 🙂

More from the previous years, here 🙂

2017

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

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High Five!

Among the first things that Naina (for those new to the blog, please meet Naina, my elder Grandottie ❤ ) learnt, gesture wise, apart from the “bye bye” and “aava aava” (come here 😛 ), was a set of three that began with the High Five, a Knuckle Punch and finally a thumbs up where your thumb and hers met, to seal the moment 😀

So you see, a High Five has much meaning here, for us, in this wonderfully wacky family we are 😀 There have been times when I’ve wondered when this would all spill into the classroom, but then again, it’s always fun to talk the zany language that is NOT expected of you. Now that, I know ALL about 😛

So, errr, where we? Ah we were High Five ing , with Naina, and generally going all over the place, which is pretty much normal on this blog, before arriving at what the title serves to take us 😛 160th word is here, and what this is about shall be revealed. Soon.

Researching into the High Five, brought out these emojis that I’ve not really used, but wondered about. What we normally use to say “Thank you” the hands together wala? that’s a High Five …. Hehehehe… didja know that? I was told that, but now I’m a believer, ‘coz Google says so 😛 Here are the High Five, or Hi5 emojis according to Google devta… 😛

A High Five is a symbol of achievement, and of celebration at the same time. It’s a flush of energy, of love, of displaying one’s elation…

I couldn’t have a better way of telling you of the joy, the celebration and achievement this blog is directing you towards 🙂 A young couple, high on love, laughter, togetherness, walking side by side, partners in crime, a shining example of parenthood, bilkul bindaas and badass with it 🙂 Arjun and Pratibha, my elder son ( of My Sun Child fame) and the lovely, gorgeous love of his life ❤ Five years (plus, really) of a journey is completed today, as they walk further into a commitment and the promise they’ve made to each other 🙂

The ease with which they’ve become who they are is the most beautiful part of how they’ve grown, and are still growing along with their two lovely daughters, Naina and Naira ❤ ❤ Like a lot of they young dads I see around me, Arjun takes his parental duties rather seriously, attending to all the needs of his babies, just as Pratibha does! He daddys like a Boss! Something his wife also does, Mommys like a real Boss ❤

This Grammie ( this eccentric woman here) tries to not hover and advise, but fails occasionally 😛 and yet both of them are extremely patient with her, though the Sun Child briefly sends some flares outta his eyes 😀 😀 Pratibha is the soul of patience, and now with Naina having started school, and with a wee one to manage, does so rather too well 🙂 🙂 She’s been driving her car too, till less than a month before she had Naira, driving Naina to school, and doing the odd jobs, running errands 🙂

What they are to each other, to us, family and friends, is special ❤ Thoroughly engaging, amiable, even goofy (Arjun!!!) on occasion, more than on occasion 😀 really! They don’t lead each other, but walk alongside each other interwined in the love they share with each other, that spills out and spreads and touches those who know them, and love them!

It’s a High Five Moment, this.

Wishing them more love, more laughter, more zany wacky moments, more nurturing moments to cherish, good health, laughter, more laughter to ring out from their hearts, suffused with joy that tags along with rainbows and dreams and simple happy smiles in greetings and cozy togethernesses ❤

Dearest Arjun and Pratibha, Happy Anniversary! May you be blessed abundantly!

High Five, you two ❤ ❤

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The Family!

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Aww!

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Naira’s 28th day 🙂

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Them!

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Daddying like a Boss!

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Mommying like a Boss!

 

29 June, 2017

First Anniversay here (LINK)
Second Anniversary here (LINK)

Third Anniversary (LINK)

Fourth Anniversary (LINK)


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Po! Mone…

Now this *title, up there –
Every Malayalee, worth
His Lalettan (LOLettan 😛 ) salt,
Knows…

(So, yeah, you think,
This be a paean to him?
That “mon” (മോൻ – son) of the
Legendary Strip of Land,
Hewn out of the Masterstroke
Of a certain Angry Sage,
Who weilded the axe,
That he threw, in a
Spurt of hope?
A fit of rage?
(Alert Δ!! Want a History Lesson for the Above? Click (LINK))

(Uh. Oh. Oh… There she goes,
You says
. I hears, I hears that, good! 😛
She be rambling, goodness me, you goes
C’mon, you urges, under your breath,

Get ON with it, pleeeeeejjj! 😀 )

Sooo… yes, where was I?
That “mon” (മോൻ – son), yes-
Not the one of the Lore…

But.

My very own, That Sun Child  (LINK) 🙂
That errr… innocent Hulk of an
Always-will-be-11-year-old 😀
(And therein lies another story,
Maybe for another day
😀 )

April Showers.
They aint fallin’ this year;
(From the sky, in case you wondered 😛 )
But there’s never a moment
When it don’t pour, here,
In April –
It rains, pours, fairly inundates
This blessed heart.

It floods, envelops, quite quite drowning
(I heard you gasp!
Easy, easy, does it, dear reader-
Please, pleeejj do breathe!)

Drowning me, and him, and
Those who love him-
In love.

And because he’s Po,
He’s awesome;
He simply soaks it in,
Braces himself,
Spreads more love
More awesomeness!
For us to cheer and rave!

He’s my, our, very own Po!
Dragon Warrior, no less!
He mans an arsenal
Comprising the zaniest weapons
You’d ever know!

(In random order, I attempt a poor inventory! 😛 )

Storytelling skills (on par with any grandparent,
Or even his wee lass, Naina!)

Unconditionally there-and-got-your-back-wala dost (friend

The **Jugaad Boss! 
And, don’t ask, for what?
It’s jugaad, no?

Linguist, and a mean (not yet lean 😛 ) one!
Parseltongue, maybe not 😀 though )
He and I go beserk over
Wordy wonders, while others look on;
He has fans, of his letter drafting skills  😛
Arree, Sir, aap itna awesome English bolte ho!
That be a testimonial from his greatest fan, the “K” man 😀
(The one who’d put Kapil Sharma to shame 😛 )

A dude, he is. Still, though he be
Awesome husband, thanks to his
Dudette of a wife 🙂 ❤

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A dude of a DAD, no less
Whose nurturing instincts
Be a constant source of wonder
Even now!

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A dude (yeah, yeah, yeah, I do overdo words, don’t I? 😛 )
Who says, “NO”, means it;
And teaches me, each day, the different ways
I can too!

Motivator, instigator, encourager
The best mediator 😛
In the major moments of spats
The Lions in his family find
Themselves in 😛

His arsenal has one more, yet-

That ***kaipunyam (കൈപ്പുണ്യം )
Interest, passion, patience
To cook up a storm!

Nah! He ain’t purffeckt!
But who wants that
When awesomeness is way beyond?!

That  he’s got oodles and oodles of!

My very dearest dearest Kunju
It beats me, how I wrote 689 words
In (pretentious 😛 ) verse,
(Over-garnished with smileys 😛 )
But then, this mom’s blessed
For them words, and writes
Appear, just as awesomely 
When it comes to her brats –
All three, plus two gorgeous gals (go figure 😛 )

Po! Moneee!
I love you!!

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Kunju with his Kunji 🙂

God Bless, infintely, that
This arsenal shall never deplete 🙂
But be filled yet more, with much much more…

All the goodness, sweetness, humour
Love, laughter, good health, happiness unbound
And LOVE, always, always, LOVE…

This day, the years to come,
All the years to come…
And a day after 🙂 ❤

Happy birthday, my dearest Arjun!
Stay awesome! Stay blessed!

Stay you. Always. And a day after!

10 April, 2017, for 12 April, 2017

Also Day#12 of #NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month

Notes:

*പോ മോനെ ദിനേശാ – Po Mone Dineshaa… this is an iconic, classic phrase that came out of the film “Narasimham” , in which the lead actor, Mohanlal keeps saying this to indicate he couldn’t be bothered… 🙂

**Jugaad –  (Hindi/Punjabi origin) Creative, innovative ways of doing things 😛

***Kaipunyam – കൈപ്പുണ്യം – (Malayalam) – the ability to cook sublimely

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Blogs for Arjun, over the years, in the Blog Tradition here 🙂

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

 

This is Day#12 of #Napowrimo, 2017 – National Poetry Writing Month 2017


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The Magic of Revisiting Innocence!

Mornings of slurpy kisses
Waking to a world
Flecked sun-bright, as you are,
With an impish delight!

Yup! Kurumbiiiii

Yup! Kurumbiiiii

Days of playing, on loop,
Peek-a-boo or
I-hide-and-you-seek-
Each game a gurgling delight!

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Olichuuu… pidichuuuu 😀

Spending hours, harvesting happiness,
From looks, hugs, laughter,

Even tears that fall like
Sweet summer showers!

Each of those hours
Reflecting how it has been
With you and me!
And through her, who is yours

Achudu!!!

Achudu!!!

I reap that same harvest
A thousand time over!

Dearest Arjun,

May time pass slowly,
When you’re doing things you love
And fly like the wind
When tasks overwhelm…

May you grow more content,
Yet, more excited and childlike
(If that is ever possible 😀 )
May you be brought up, right,
By your lovely lass (es) 😛

*Touchwood that those smiles always stay that sweet and happy!

*Touchwood that those smiles always stay that sweet and happy!

And may God ever keep
You loved, loving and lovable
As you always have been!

My Sun Child!

❤ Happy birthday from all of those who love you ❤

4 April, 2015, for 12 April, Arjun’s, the first born’s  Birthday 🙂
Day#12 of #NaPoWriMo 🙂 Blog Tradition here 🙂

From the previous years, this day:

2014

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


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My Sun Child, Now …

Alert! Long rambling smitten post ahead 😀 Well, it began to write itself last year, but is going online only this year. If you know how much I love to ramble on, I’m sure you will understand when I say this – Reader discretion advised 😀

Many years ago, in 1981, precisely, I’d written about my sun child, one of the very very first rambles that came through me. I’ve done that one threadbare, just about, on this blog, and myother one, A Quest :D. Today, thirty three years after having written that, when I sit down to read it again (I can never tire of the magic it speaks to me 😀 ! I’m biased of course 😀 ), I wonder at some parts of it, which are so so so very him, and some, I think I shall have to re-word for today, the 12th of April. His birthday. Arjun’s of course 🙂 Let’s get to it. Perhaps you’d like to have the original to compare? Click here. And please keep it open to see how it has grown 😀

[Note: Arjun, for whom this is 🙂 was born way after that ’81 write, in ”85.  The miracle is the write itself, how it came, and how  Arjun came to be just like this, esp. as a baby, and a young boy 🙂 🙂 Talk of anticipation :)]

This version goes thus 😀 (April, 2013, please note, when he was busy with a one-year training course)

(His favourite red colour shows the change from the original 😀 )

Sleepy eyes slowly coming to wakefulness
Recognition slowly dawning on his face-
His lips quirk in a semblance of a smile-
And at a shot, he’s out of bed,
toddling around in wondrous rapture.

Sleepy eyes screwed tightly shut

A scowl slowly dawning on his face-

His lips pout, his angelic expression lost-

At a shot, his fist has connected with you,

And you’re left seeing stars!

(This is legend, according to his coursemates, at NDA, and later in the Navy,who have lived to tell the tale, after trying to wake him up! 😛 ).

(4 April, 2014– And just a couple of days ago, he mentioned how his little daughter refused to get up, even with so much of nudging – I gleefully told him that she’s taken after her Dad! 😛 😛 )

His eyes are lit up by the streaking sunbeams he tries to catch-
Vivid at the sight of the riot of colour in the garden-
Tender when he sees a little bird or his
Little kitten purring at his feet.
His diamond eyes never lose their sparkle-
Because he’s a sun child!

His eyes are lit up when visions of Chicken appear
Vivid at the sight online flea market bargains
Tender when he sees his Chinnu begging to be scratched 🙂
His diamond eyes never lose their sparkle-
Because he’s a sun child!

His peal of laughter rings around- Its music to my ears:
It’s enough to bring roof down, too, most times 😀
His gurgle of laughter fills me with a consuming sense of happiness and elation-
Because he’s mine!
Ah! I now have company 🙂 His very own Parukutty 😛 And his darling little fairy of a daughter, Naina, aka Pari, aka Kunji  aka Chutki 🙂

Kunju with his Kunji :)

Kunju with his Kunji 🙂

After watching the crimson-gold sun go down
with a curiousness that nothing can surpass,
he nestles close to me;
And with a satisfied sigh,
his eyelids shut, to capture within
The sun in his hands, and the stars all his to play with;
To frolic with angels in Heaven;
To know every joy of nature.

Now it goes thus:

When the sun goes down, he wakes up 🙂
Readies himself with snack and fruit, 
Fires up laptop, TV on the side
Perhaps a book, and always mindful
There’s pile to study, analyse, write, DO!
His eyelids shut, while he’s on the go
Homework left, project to complete
To dream, he’s off… 🙂 Sigh. Let’s let him be!

And more (4 April, 2014)

When the sun goes down, he sings, he cooes
He tells stories, of how, once upon a sometime
He’d be wide-eyed at stories
He runs around, efficient, doting daddy he is
Changing nappies, singing lullabies
Oh my, a dream come true for him
As he dreams in his sleep of his little fairy
Playing with him 🙂 🙂
‘Cuz, The world’s all his and so am I For he’s my Sun Child!

Ahem. He’s OUR Sun Child (Paru’s and mine 🙂 ), and he now has a Sun Child of his very own 🙂

*Touchwood*

*Touchwood*

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11 April, 2013.

I’m still amazed by this write, and he is all of that what has been written in the ’81 piece. However, the little baby grew up, still tender-hearted about animals especially, still a bundle of energy, still one to hold dreams, and he did grow up to be someone I’m still darned proud of. Not without mischief though. And certainly not without all the interesting adventures that angelic kids have when they discover less angelic things to do, others than coo and smile 😛 And Arjun, well, he was a revelation! What do I say of him?

How he would charm each and every passerby as he sat on the doorstep of his grandparents home, while we were on holiday, in Kerala. He was barely two, but he knew each and every ‘Maami’s’ name as they passed. And each morning he’d ask them the same thing. “Annamaami evideya pona?” (Annamaami, where are you going?”) And she’d reply, “Ambalathilekk” (To the temple) The next day, he’s ask the same Maami the same question. Seriously. And smile when she answered. Kids!!! All of them were wonderfully patient with him!

How he would pester his grandparents – his paternal, when he was with them, especially his taciturn Paternal Grandfather, who’d speak only a little – to tell him stories. He’d want lonnngggg ones. And so Achchan would rely on the Ramayana, and the Mahabharatha. I tell you, he simply would not sleep, but listen wide-eyed, and interested. And finally the story teller would most likely be snoring 🙂 No one escaped his demand for stories. And when his father would narrate the ‘Adakkapakshi’ story (the story of the bird who lost her eggs in a bamboo thicket and asked for help to recover it), he’d add interesting details like, the carpenter couldn’t help because he was making a cot, or the pigeon could not because he had to attend a Bank Interview at Bank of India. LOL. Those were tales 😀 And Arjun would pick each nuance up. He still does. He narrates the most wonderful made up stories. I must get him to compile them.

How he threw a heavy heavy steel iron box out of my parents’ 4th floor Cuffe Parade flat, one fine morning. He was about three. Luckily  no one was below, or anywhere near. We’d have had a very very juvenile offender in the family then!

He then proceeded to take a couple of my aunts, an uncle, on a merry up-and-down-ride in the lift, pressing buttons like crazy, clapping and jumping in glee 😀 You’d have to understand that travelling in a lift, as it is, is not a happy thing for some. It can be anxiety ridden. And here was this little … well, words fail me… playing the fool. He was just about three, and the others were supposed to be bringing him home after attending my elder brother’s wedding reception. Instead he gave them a ride of their life. The nutcase! 😀

As he grew, he became a voracious reader. That much has been a given. Both his parents, his grandparents are all deeply voracious readers, so he had too, as well. This idea was put to test with the younger one, who simply would NOT READ books. It has always remained a mystery how that could be! He did make up for it, as he gradually got interested, after Jeffery Archer’s “Prisoner of Birth” happened. He’s making up for lost time whenever he gets time. The only problem being he does not get any time at all. Well that’s a story for August 😀

Arjun has had a particular affinity for mother earth. No no no, lest you misunderstand me, I meant he likes to be close to her. As in falling. As in somehow making contact in a painful way and then spraining, breaking limbs. Well, not limbs, leg. The same leg, about 2 and a half times. He still runs, and I still have to figure out how he does it. He’s got a thick skull too. A fall off a horse; several-hug-mother-earth kinds as well 😛 , when he was little, hitting his head, getting stitches over his left eye… well, he has been there, and done that. It worries me, all the time, this affinity he has to scrapes and stuff. I guess I’ll always worry!

The way I’m writing now it seems like I’m going to have a biography down here. As it is, if you’ve managed to read this far, you’re bleary eyed, so I should give you a break 🙂 I need  to write again, the next year too, dont I?

That was on 11 April, 2013 😀

This here is 4 April, 2014. 😀

This post was set aside because, as is always the case, words slithered down thought strings (like this – click! ) and made me do a separate post last year! This! (click click!)

And this here is 11 April, 2014, the final touches to this year’s celebration 🙂

What that write happened, last year, this post was relegated to the drafts section. But, you see, this one’s on Arjun, the first born, totaal Arien, and even the post has that unputdownable quality of his, which is his USP. It had to surface and return, triumphantly like the proverbial prodigal son. 😀

Unputdownable. I’ve said that already, I know. Crazy, yet one of sanest people I know 🙂 Committed. Fierce friend. (Oxymoron maybe, but I don’t know how to put it different 😀 ) A partner in all senses of the word, in any endeavour 🙂 A caring husband, a doting father. A Sun. Indeed, who shines so much love into all our lives as well 🙂

A little boy at heart, as he always will be, I know, growing himself up with his little daughter!

I’ve reached that point where my heart is overwhelmed. What do I wish more, than love, life, joy and happiness for him, lots of sleep (hee heee heeee… 😛 ), lots of chicken and fish, lots of happy times, and the most especially the warmth and togetherness of his family, his Parukutty, his Naina, and the rest of the gang!

Love you Arjun. More than you could ever know. All of us.

God Bless. Always.

11 April, 2014, for 12 April, 2014

Blog Tradition here has posts celebrating loved ones  🙂 Arjun’s, are here in these years. If you aren’t yet exhausted by this one, perhaps you’d like to read them? 😛 Click on the year, and be zapped further 😀

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