A Quest on Overdrive … :)

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


The Ogre is Charmed :D

Quite seriously. You see, like the now famous Shrek, she does not even have the excuse of being banished, being green, big, and ‘un’easy on the eye. To make matters worse, she’s in human form. There. And yet, each day, whether or not she wanted it, the ogre in her would somehow make itself known, and the resultant fall-out would always make her wonder at days like she had today, or rather yesterday 🙂

But should she have been so surprised? Her kids, the ones who see her almost daily, are clever, indeed, verrryyyy clever. They’ve learnt to apply what they pick up in class. They collaborate. They research effectively. They are getting better and better at divergent thinking and delighting with their creativity. And they have such great timing 😀

Day: 14 August, 2013
Time, 3.45pm, thereabouts, special class for them, about to begin

The ogre is busy getting the ‘smart class’ video ready for them, having given them a small story to read while she works.
A loud cough is heard, very very loud, and very very painful. She decides to ignore it, knowing them 😆
Suddenly, clapping, and the words of the Sanskrit Birthday song (will edit and add later, as I had not recorded this as it unfolded :D) fill the room, and the shell-shocked ogre, who cannot stop grinning, and blushing at the same time turns to face them. She’s wearing red, and is sure her face is just as red. (Have to ask the kids about it 😛 )

This had to be a first. For her, at least 🙂
A young lad, A., comes up and hands her a card, hand-made, with a verse he had written, and a gift wrapped book. She is persuaded to read, and to open her ‘gift’. Richard Bach’s ‘Bridge Across Forever’. Woah. Woah. She’s super-overwhelmed and speechless. She is. (You see that was what was meant earlier, their researching skills, and collaboration :D)

The verse, the book, the gift wrapping :)

The verse, the book, the gift wrapping 🙂


And she is enchanted, charmed no end. She knows that her heart holds much more than the words she has spoken, in deep affection, for them. For she’s shared, here, more on them. They are a Class Apart, truly. And one whose affection is seen in this Rich Harvest. She’s been three times lucky to have them, and while this may be the last year they are together, with her, she knows they will be added to the ever growing list of really special people who have touched her heart.

She wants them to know this. She wants everyone to know 🙂

Heck. Enough of sounding like an imbecile, talking in the third person. I think I ought to do the actual thank-yous myself.

Thank you, endlessly and infinitely, you marvellous  XD kids. You’re awesome. Truly. I mean, I give you all something close to verbal overdoses quite regularly, and yet you do this. Sincere thanks from the bottom of my heart 🙂 (Interesting trivia: a couple of years ago, another XD class gave me the most wonderful ‘farewell’, the picture of which I’ve shared on one of the albums on FB 🙂 ) Yeah. (and my own two kids would underscore this – XD is awesome :D)

And, to top it all, my phone rings, while I am out with Kiran, and N., and the voice asks me to come out, for he has a surprise for me 😀 I have to explain I’m not home. Undettered, Karthik pops up at where we are, with a bagful of goodies: candies and chocolates! And yet another a belated wish 🙂 And a certain young girl,K.,  of the above mentioned class – she was the surprise 🙂 🙂 My day is made. Thank you, both!

15 August, 2013

I want to wish you all for the Independence Day, but coming away from the tragic news of the INS Sindhurakshak, and her missing crew of 18 (as of writing this), I find a heaviness inside that prevents me from rejoicing for the nation. My heart goes out to the family and friends of the crew as they pass through this difficult time.

And while I’m at it, all of you kids, and others who are here, please do take a look at this link that warns us about our use of smartphones. You might want to change certain settings, if this gets you worried.



Holding hands- A tag!

Holding hands, what does it mean to you?

Is what I am supposed to write about. Rukhiya that little peppy and pert, and pretty and perfect poet of a soul had asked me to do this, a whole age ago! Sorry, Rukhiya, for taking so long, but then, you know how it is 🙂

Holding hands for me, with the you who is me too, would be…

  • to say I’m there for you, with you, by you, in you 🙂
  • to guide you when I know the way… 🙂 🙂
  • to be led when I am unsure, for I know you know me better than I do me, and I will always be safe 🙂
  • to feel that warmth seeping in, when all of a sudden coldness chills the heart
  • to say, you see, I’m holding the world in my hands, the same way you are; silently, solidly, togetheredly [grammar rules, out of this blog :D!!!]
Holding hands for me, with the children would be…

  • to say how happy and proud I am of you 🙂
  • to soothe your anxiety 🙂
  • to touch the cold clammy sweat and know… and tell you that I know 🙂
  • to simply know that you’re there, for me, as I am for you!
  • to tell you, you’re safe, and I will be there, to lead sometimes, to be led by you most times 🙂
  • to let you show the world I do care, for sometimes the unspoken and the spoken isn’t enough and they need , I need and you need a tangible concrete sign 🙂
  • to share with you my need for you
  • to just be part of you, as you are part of me… 🙂
  • to keep you with me just that little longer, and draw from you an innocence that would refresh my jaded life 🙂

Holding hands….

  • is the surest and simplest way of keeping together
  • can only be the greatest force in these times of nasty divisions and dividers
  • will one day be such a wonderful reality, is what I hope for, all the time

Can’t we all just simply reach out and hold hands for a better tomorrow, a better family, a better nation, and a simply truer world?

An extract from another favourite writer, Robert Fulghum, from his first book, “All I Really Needed to Know I Learned in Kindergarten”, goes as follows. His books are the sure fire inspirations of my own life too.. just as Richard Bach’s are 🙂 Sadly I haven’t been able to get any of his books here, after “True Love” [which is simply out of this world :)] One of my writes on the other blog is straight out of one of his essays!

If you have time do read this extract:

All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate school mountain, but there in the sand pile at school.

These are the things I learned:

  • Share everything.
  • Play fair.
  • Don’t hit people.
  • Put things back where you found them.
  • Clean up your own mess.
  • Don’t take things that aren’t yours.
  • Say you’re sorry when you hurt somebody.
  • Wash your hands before you eat.
  • Flush.
  • Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
  • Live a balanced life – learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.
  • Take a nap every afternoon.
  • When you go out in the world, watch out for traffic, hold hands and stick together.
  • Be aware of wonder. Remember the little seed in the Styrofoam cup: the roots go down and the plant goes up and nobody really knows how or why, but we are all like that.
  • Goldfish and hamsters and white mice and even the little seed in the Styrofoam cup – they all die. So do we.
  • And then remember the Dick-and-Jane books and the first word you learned – the biggest word of all – LOOK.

Everything you need to know is in there somewhere. The Golden Rule and love and basic sanitation. Ecology and politics and equality and sane living.

Take any one of those items and extrapolate it into sophisticated adult terms and apply it to your family life or your work or government or your world and it holds true and clear and firm. Think what a better world it would be if we all – the whole world – had cookies and milk at about 3 o’clock in the afternoon and then lay down with our blankies for a nap. Or if all governments had as a basic policy to always put things back where they found them and to clean up their own mess.

And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out in the world, it is best to hold hands and stick together.

I will always Wonder, I have promised myself, and hold out my hand, just in case… 🙂

I know I’d love to see this tag done by:

Imp’s Mom

Yeah! Yeah! Indyeah





Indian Home Maker, if and when time and inclination permit 🙂 You have so much to share even otherwise too 🙂 🙂


Prabhu Dutta Das, when time from other activities permit 🙂

Praveen?? 🙂 🙂


And anyone else who drops by here, and would like to 🙂 It was fun doing this, Rukhiya, thanks so much!!

24 January, 2009

Pictures, curtsey:

Google Images

(the links to them all got deleted when I tried to mess with changing colour, lol 😀 , and the HTML! So much for my techie delusions 😀 :D! And I am way too exhausted to try and hunt for them again 🙂 Suffice to say that each of those beautiful pictures belongs to their wonderful owners 🙂 :))


The Quest Spills Over… :)

This space, I wonder… do I need it at all? In the staff room where I sit, there is a lovely picture of a puppy, two puppies, playing, and one of them has the tail of the other in its mouth, tugging at it 🙂

The caption above the picture says

Do not bite off more than you can chew!

Sometimes I wonder if I am actually living all those Richard Bach quotes, in life, 🙂 especially the one where he speaks of how we bring people and events into our lives, by some sheer magnetism… It had to be 🙂 (Btw, Tink, is the name of an idea fairy, in one of his books, ONE, I think!)

Every person, all the events of your life, are there because you have drawn them there. What you choose to do with them is up to you.

And so, I wonder, have I? But all the same, posting in prose for me would seem out of place on A Quest…! and so I had to bite off this chunk!

It might take a bit(e), lol, to chew, and digest, but I am glad I’m making a start! I’ve always wanted to write in prose, found that it did not seem to appeal when I did, to me, and so shied away. Reading ever so many blogs of late, since I decided to spend more time on A Quest…!, has piqued my interest again, and I find myself rambling again, on a different note!

This also marks an arrival of sorts into blogsphere, 🙂 because of the fact that I have been tagged! With a little more gen on it, from various posts, I now realize the gravity and the onus upon me! It is at once a responsibility and an honour..:) Thank you Praveen, and Indian Home Maker, for that honour. I shall post in this space my takes on those tags, (Praveen’s and IHM’s) hopefully within a week.

I’d also like to thank Corrine Rodrigues, for her post on her grandmother, Recalling A Woman of Substance, for that again has prompted me to write on my grandmother. It’s almost ready, and hopefully will be the next post!

Finally to Praveen again 🙂 For making me want to seriously write in Malayalam, my mother tongue, and for helping me with the Manglish and Mal. and English.. :), thanks! I might just surprise you with a Mal. post! I hope I do 🙂 And that one would be for my grandmom too, for she had initiated me into the world of malayalam letters!

Now you see? This is what happens, when I write prose. I simply do not where to stop! I guess the best time is now, before you close this window! May God Bless us all!

Done, for now 🙂

15 November, 2008

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