A Quest on Overdrive … :)

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


And so…

I have officially welcomed a daughter into the family 🙂 (And that has been the reason for the long long break from blogging 😀 ) My son Arjun married Pratibha on 29th June, 2012.

I’m blessed. We are, my son and I. And it has been a wedding that was entertaining, full of song and dance, filled with all the emotions, laughter, tears, and endless late nights of catching up on news, gossip, zimbly-at-all-chatting and never wanting to sleep and miss out on spending time with loved ones. Weddings, get togethers are like that, aren’t they? Especially if it is all about the two being from different states 😀 😀

Finally the excitement and energy that has been on high for so many days is quietening down. Winding down is not much fun. Getting back to a workplace after that orgy of emotion and fun, even less :D! But we need that bread to sustain us, forget about the butter 😛 😛

There were a lot of interesting “comments” and remarks that got me writing this down! Some typical, like “Gosh! Now you’re mother-in-law! You are probably feeling the power of it all!” Gawd! Seriously?? I mean, what power, darn it? I’m still me, and I have a beautiful daughter to top it all! I feel the power of happiness, that is all!!!

“Oh my, one burden is lesser to carry around now, no?” (The other, presumably, is the younger son 😀 ) Burden? They are both my wondrous offspring, bits of me, lots of themselves, all entirely made of themselves, and filled with all kinds of everything that still amazes and fascinates me. They are lovely people, and I’ve never never thought of them as burdens! I’m entirely fed up of innumerable remarks which, worded differently, say the same thing! “Responsibilities”, “duties”… what have you! If anything, I have one more person to love, to cherish, to coddle to death 😀 :D! And no way can that be a burden, responsibility or whateva!!!

“We actually thought you’d look mother-in-law-ish” LOL! Do that category have a “look”??? I wonder what that could be! If anything I feel no different, and dress no different, and do things just the same! With more care and concern certainly that my daughter ( in law) should have a smooth passage into her life with her partner, my son.

And yes, I shall say daughter, though I have read somewhere that one cannot really say that; for she will always be her mother’s daughter, and a mother in law can never take that place. I certainly agree with the notion, but I do believe that it is possible to be that mother, and be that daughter too, even if it took a marriage to make it so 🙂 🙂 More so, with the cross cultural wedding this turned out to be!

To put it plain and simple: I’m still me, Parukutty , my daughter is still her, and so is Arjun, my son 🙂 🙂 And we are all really happy being what we are to each other! *Fingers crossed* that we may all be as blessed with the love we share with each other! May God Bless them, too, to be as loved and loving always!

A Haiku, for them 🙂


Merging my soul in

Yours, I’m lost: only to find

Completeness in us.

15 July, 2012



Of Beginnings; Of Birthdays and a Sorority to Cherish :)

It’s a beginning, once again. A cycle of time, regenerates itself, in different parts of our land. Today, the 13th April, it is Baisakhi, it is Bihu, a time to celebrate a harvest, a start, a closure too. Tomorrow, 14th April, it is Vishu, and yet another Medam, (the first month in the Lunar Calendar, in Kerala) takes birth. The link to the post on Vishu has been receiving visitors aplenty, and that is why it is linked here, so that those who wish to know more about it may just pop thataway and do so 🙂 And for the setting of the Vishukani, you could get a bit of Mother’s Advice here 😀 (The post is Vishuaashamsagal…)

The best wishes of the season to each and everyone. May the glorious golden of the Konna Flowers bestow that selfsame richness in each aspect of your lives, touching it with prosperity and good fortune!


The month of April is wonderful for other reasons too! My first born, Arjun, celebrates his birthday, and so do other loved ones. My elder brother, Viju, Commodore V.K. Pisharody, on the day after Vishu.

This year, I want to spread my net of gladness, and send out loving wishes to other Ariens who have touched my life, inspiring, scaffolding, being supportive, being the patient listening ear, being part of the sorority that has surrounded me with the deepest empathy and given me the benediction of their friendship, unconditionally and unerringly known each time I needed to have a shoulder to lean on, and bawl my head off, figuratively, of course 😛 :P! Well on occasion, literally as well.

My dearest friends, this is to wish each of you
A day and year filled with laughter, and nothing blue
Moments spent in gladness, each day anew
May worries and stresses, be far, and few
All love, and God’s Blessings, I do wish YOU 🙂 🙂

Elsie Abraham, for the 14th April

Omana Vasudevan, for the 18th April

Renuka Menon, for the 19th April

Ladies, you are the best there is!!! This post is entirely dedicated to each of you! Advance wishes for a Great Day, followed by the best year, so far! I pray that each of you finds that life unfolds in just the way you wished it would! 🙂 🙂

Beautiful songs, too, to go with the wishes: Below 🙂 🙂

That’s What Friends Are For  

BY Dionne Warwick, Stevie Wonder, Elton John and Gladys Knight


Another link to the same song which has an amazing quatret singing this song – Dionne Warwick, Whitney Huston, Luther Vandross and Stevie Wonder!


And yes, I will always look to you, for succor and support as I have been, all these years 🙂 Thank you for being part of what makes me ME 🙂 🙂 The song below says it all!

I Look to You, Whitney Huston:


Once again, Vishuaashamsagal to one and all!

(P.S. Sorry it’s such a linky linky post 😛 😛 )

13 April, 2012



In the garden of memories are blossoms, some bright and large, some tiny, exquisite, some untended bushes and shrubs, the garden in disarray as each of them came at different points with different feelings, to colour them There are dark shadows, some clouded in fine mist, a glimpse just beyond of an elusive memory.

And there are some blossoms, a flower in particular, that is designed with a special touch – that holds a special fragrance of yet another world of memories that, when you touch it, you smile, your are transported to another plane; but now the heart squeezes as that flower you see, only in a memory, and not around you. Not anymore. For this flower has gone on to blossom in a bigger, brighter astral garden, tended to by Her. (Him/Her, as is. I like Her!)

I revisit the garden. In fact I’ve been middling along there, ever since Saturday last, 28th January, 2012, to be precise, when I heard the news. It took long to believe what I was hearing – called out from Class, that morning, when Varsha called to give me the news by phone – and it will take even longer to accept. But, certain bitter truths and sorry realities, grim though they be, we must face.

And, so it is. So it is.

Joseph George Earali, a different stroke of the Master’s paintbrush went on to become part of His collection. A fateful accident snatched away an only son from his parents, a fond grandson from his grandmother, a true friend from all his mates.  He was just 20.

And a favourite of mine.  Through the years.

They say teachers and parents are not to play favourites; but what does one do, when someone like Joe comes along and coolly takes over your heart? (And sometimes gives you heartburn with it, 😀 )His engaging grin, his laid back, easy going demeanour, his never-say-die spirit (oh, the irony!), when it came to arguments, analyses in classes (Julius Caesar, Ode to the West Wind, come to mind here) his earnest excuses for homework not done (because, you see, his dog needed him more!), his sometimes obstinate dog-with-a-bone stance (how he would love that description!)

When he was in the fifth, he began to come out of his shell, a bit, – he found his niche in the Drama put up for the School Cultural Competition. Around 1999 August/September, if I am not mistaken.

Joseph, Class 5 - extreme left, purple waistcoat

He got to be a Minister, with his cohorts, Anjali Viswanath, Amith Poonath, Sreenivas, Nikhil Poduval, and others. We learnt, or rather Anjali learnt, how to get a dhoti tied, the “palasaar” way, from home, and some parents, including Joe’s mother, and I got to the daunting task of getting these kids tied up in it 🙂 It was hilarious. The boys, bare chested (esp the King, and the Ministers), got to wear my fancy mirror work waistcoats too 🙂  Joe’s passion for acting was evident right here, and it went on to stay with him, for the rest of his school days. That drama is special to me, will always be, and it is one unhesitating, welcome memory!

“All the world’s a stage,
men and women merely players
They have their exits and their entrances…”

Wrote Shakespeare, in “As you like it”. He came onstage, wowed himself and us, and left before we could say it wasn’t time!

After Class 5, we next met, in class, in 2005, when I was his English Teacher in Class 9 and later in Class 10. Ah. Testing times for them, and interesting times for me. The vibrancy of that class astonished me from Day one. Usually the Class 9 kids are cocky, pushing limits to behavioural  dares, and generally trying desperately to make a teacher lose her temper 😀 . You know how it is. You’ve also been there , done that. At least from one of the two sides, or both sides of the Teacher’s Table ( as I have 😛 ).

That particular class was a throbbing amalgam, a crucible of talent, oomph, looks, brains, and craftsmanship. There was Rasheen, talented, a collector and creator of things, the musical and dance talents of Chitra, Roshni and others, the ambition and determination Anjali (not to mention her dramatic skills as well)  – she went on to become the topper at both the Class X and XII Boards, at school – the quiet but vocal enough presence of Varsha (fierce competition for Joe, on stage too!),and Ah! I cannot forget Dencil and his “gang”, always adding to “events” in class.

And there was Joseph. He stood out. I would not say, in physical stature – he was of average height, slightly rounded – and though he liked to spend more time outside class, on the ground (which self-respecting student does not? 😀 ), I would not call him “atheletic” , no Sireee, I would not! His friends know! But he probably knew all about the games, even if he did not play much! He brought much that was “hatke” into the class, creative ideas, different perspective, and the wealth of his voracious reading. Sigh. Those were the days.

Voracious is the only way to describe his appetite for books. Interesting, his grandmother said the same thing, when we went to visit with his family. I understood.

I remember, once he tinted his hair, a light brown, I think, in the same class. It glinted in the sunlight, and that is how he got noticed. Well, obviously :D. While he remained unfazed at our protestations (unwritten rule, you cannot do this in school 🙂 ) we had to admit that it did make a difference, telling him, because we never had to talk to him about it again.

Ok, I should not be playing favourites, but I have a theory as to why there is this connect we had. Perhaps the rebel in me connected with the runaway in him. Maybe. My perspective. 🙂 Joe, well, Roshni, one of his closest friends tells me, just the other day, he “adored” me. I’m flabbergasted. No, way beyond that. She also tells me that he would never ever admit it either. But he did, to her. That finds resonance, deep within. His parents said that he spoke of me, and his Class Teacher, Vasantha, with the same fondness. They say how grateful they are that the Bhavan’s here gave him an opportunity to discover his talents, his passion, and build his confidence. Smiles wreathed our faces as we launched into animated discussion about him. It’s like that with Joe. We each had our own special special moments to recall!

That is why this is written, because, though I never got a chance to tell him, he will be just as special to me. Always. In fact, his friends speak of the “connect” which seemed obvious to them in class! Varsha talks of how the whole class would sit back, once Joe got up to “clear” a doubt. Frankly, except for the fact that the portions seemed to lag, always, in my class, I welcomed those arguments, and discussions. It was very hard to convince him of something unless… well, there was no unless, with Joe! 😀 . He’d begin with “But, Teacher, I think/ don’t you think that…” . He remained unconvinced that Julius Caesar was not ambitious; that  Shelley was not influenced by Tolkien and his “Lord of the Rings”, when he composed “Ode to the West Wind”. He converted me to being a fan of “Lord of the Rings”. (My first born, Arjun, started it, but he made sure of it! 😀 )- so I was lucky, just lucky that I knew about LOTR and its author when he asked the doubt :D!

To have been a favourite teacher of a child makes you blessed. Especially if that child is someone you’ve been fond of, but been stern and strict with, at the same time. That he/she has gone beyond the stern façade and found something worthy to look up to. I’m flummoxed (of course, Joe’s concurrence to this fiction is assumed 😛 😛 ), and deeply honoured. I’m blessed. Oh yes, indeed!

Joe, with his creative streak, was extremely so, especially at Exam time. He could write up a storm but most often off topic :D. Sounds familiar to many of you I think. It is a familiar scene from my own school/college days. However, on the other side, with a different coloured ink to write on the same paper, well, it becomes difficult! I wished I could have given more marks, only because he knew,  and he knew I knew he knew; he would instead treat me to a treatise of some unusual perspective. His grandmother recalls this incident, where he told her that he had written so much for the exam, but he did not get good marks. He mentioned also that he realized that he had gone off the track! So I humoured him and me, telling him where the answer could be improved. Of course he already knew. So did I  🙂

He was deeply involved in stage performances. Be it acting, which he did with such aplomb, or behind scenes, scripting, planning digital backgrounds, doing voice-overs for the Annual Day, Voices of India programme. In Class 9 – class drama “Mirabai” was the once in a life time performance that had us in splits- He, as Rana Sanga, Mirabai’s father in law,  was supposed to tell Mirabai that she should worship only Goddess Durga – and with all the fire and rage, he gave it all he had – “You WILL worship KRISHNA, Mirabai”, he said, and stomped off… leaving us speechless, momentarily, then  breathless, holding our sides in laughter! Of course, though he was a bit put off, he still was proud of what he did 😀 :D. That class, I tell you was something else!

The young Vivekananda convinces the King (Joe) - middle

The same year, for Annual Day, we had a drama, scripted by one of our teachers, Ms Preeti Neelakantan, on the life of Vivekananda. Guess who auditioned? And he did not want to be Vivekananda. We had a stalwart, perfecto Swami in the form of Aravind Menon, of my son’s batch; no, Siree, Joseph wanted to be a King, with the works, in costume, hair,

Joseph, the King, arrogance personified, on stage!

moustache! He wanted flowing hair, and a really heavy moustache. Getting him ready in that costume was hilarious! The kids were ready, and the programme was getting delayed. Now, you have to understand how this costume works – the King’s and all those who had the dhoti contraptions. You had to tie the flared part of some shapeless cloth

Line-up of the Cast - Vivekananda - Joe is on the far right

aroung the waist, TIGHT, then loop a lot of frills and stuff, between the legs, wrap around once again, tie around the waist. Then you have a sort of long tail, hanging down the front, which is again to be looped and tucked in at the small of the back. He wiggled, complained, and once everything was in place, he said, Teacher, what if I want to go to the toilet? Hummphrrrfffff :D! I gave him a LOOK. And he said, Oh it’s alright, OK, teacher :P!
That drama was such fun, getting the boys ready, having kids right from the Primary to Class XII – the Vivekananda! And learning from the internet, how to tie a saree the Bengali way, having the narrators all attired in  Bengali traditional dress. Such nostalgia. Have shared only pictures where Joe has shown up here 🙂

Much has been spoken about this batch, especially lately, while each of us were thinking of him. A lot of good stuff, and lot that could have been different. I told Roshni, when we met at his house, that day, that I see him in class sometimes, even now, a “doubt” growing in his eyes, and how I remember him from our classes together, those years ago. She came back with a teary smile, she said, “Outside class, teacher, that was where he was most of the time; except perhaps English class.” True to a great extent. In Class XI, I never got an opportunity to meet him inside the class, but outside, well,  sometimes, he would be at the door of a class going on… you know what that means, don’t you? 😀

Though I met him only a few times outside school, after he left school, we did not “talk” much. He was with his best buddies, Arjun Varma, and Vishnu Menon. Theirs was a friendship quite apart. I spoke briefly to them, looking more to talk to Joseph.  We did not really, but I knew we would catch up later, sometime, and talk of things. I was so sure of it. Though he was doing his B.Tech. and had put his creative plans on hold for a bit, that he would get there was a certainty. I knew we’d get back to discussions on it. Nothing would stop him. Nothing could, I told myself. How wrong I was!

And then that got me wondering about his friends too. If we, in our chronology, and our so called experience of life find it hard to accept such harshness from life, I wonder what it is doing to his friends. I know this one thing though, that he was blessed to have those friends, and they too were to know him. I’d like to reach out to them too, and tell them I understand, but would that be anywhere near the truth? How can one understand the way another accepts, or does not? I only hope that they are moving towards knowing how magical, how almost perfect it was, knowing Joe, and remembering the good times and laughter, to get them  through all those times when the world, like that stage, darkens.

He’s gone on to weave a tapestry of his ideas and thread them with his words, for the Blessed, Above, and left us groping in the dark. The stage is darkened, and though the curtain will never fall upon his time on stage – the light that shone on him, for now, has dimmed a bit to a silhouette and vivid flashes in our hearts and minds.

Joe your life has been a joy to share in, in whatever way we could. And this is just a celebration of it. The Good Lord is probably being entertained to your version of the Lord of the Rings right now, I guess. Peace. And prayers for you, always.

7 February, 2012

The Class 5 drama photo has been shared by Anjali; the Vivekananda Drama photos have  taken from Sarawathy’s FB album on the entire drama. Will share the album once I get Saraswathy’s permission 🙂


Hot on the heels…

of the earlier awards received, for this space, are a few more, shared by warm souls, in their generosity. This is going to be a smile splattered page 🙂 🙂

The ABC Blogger Award – from Soma 🙂
The Rules:
Go on and share and spread the joy around, as you tag and gift as many bloggers as you wish 🙂

Share something of yourself, in a word or two, for each letter of the English Alphabet 🙂 Else if you wish to try your own language, vernacular, you are welcome!

The 7X7 Link Award, from Soma and Tito 🙂

Tito had been also mentioned in the same list of awardees (Oh! how important that sounds :P!), and he has kindly passed it on to me, along with a few others.







 Genuine Blogger Award, gifted by Soma again 😛




One Lovely Blogger Award, From, who else, Soma!

Here’s my list of winners… all of you, infact, who come by, are free to carry it back to your blogs. Seriously 🙂 All the same I’d like to make a special mention or two 🙂 (Of course, there is always a catch 😛 😛 )





The ABC Blogger Award says you have to describe in a word or two, the first thing that comes to your mind, about you, when you think of the letter of the alphabet 🙂 Here goes;

A – aesthetically inclined as against academically 😀
B – Bossy?
C – Certified 😛
D – Dumb, but daring 😀
E – easily charmed 🙂
F – fiercely loyal
G- gooood gurl (Neeti 😛 ) – from My Fair Lady 🙂
H- Harps incessantly at car drivers who take women drivers for granted 😀 :mrgreen:
I – incredible? Lol.
J- Just
K- Keen, on most things
L – Lively, in class, at least 🙂
M – moody
N – nerdy
O – on overdrive, pun intended, most of the time 😛
P – perceptive
Q – queer, in the real sense of the word 😛 (now dont go getting ideas :D)
R – Raring to go… errrm … where did you say?
S – Sweet? Nah! Serious? More likely
T – Turbulent
U- unputdownable 😛
V – verbal massacre -er
W – weird
X –  now that is a trick letter – will follow Soma’s tactic – Xtra lenient during the final exams in corretions 😀
Y – yearns , a lot… 🙂
Z – Zany. Been wanting to use that word for ages 😛


The Link 7 X 7 Awards ask you to link seven of your own blog posts you like. Only 7? Oh. Here goes: My seven.
Sepia Dreams
Beyond Sepia Dreams
A Woman Extraordinaire
Job Description: Teacher. What’s that, you say?
I am Twenty-five 😀


Awardees, please line up, in order please 🙂 🙂 😆

The list is exhaustive, from my favourite regularly visited blogs, to those I have discovered recently, and more importantly, those who found this space, “follow-worthy” and have done the deed of clicking “Follow”. Your patience has to be rewarded, even if you stopped just to look at the home page 🙂 🙂

Indyeah Am so darned happy to see her back! Sincere, bubbly and soulful… 🙂
Smitha – her book reviews, and her posts on parenting/education are really good
Shail – Shail’s Nest and her verse , Words in Verse, I haunt 🙂 Versatile, and awesome, all the way. I covet her Luci, and her writing skills 😀
Indian Homemaker – for all the reasons there are 🙂

Both bloggers I’ve grown with, though they’re my kids’ age, they’ve taught me so much about everything 🙂 My inspirations 🙂
Govind – wit, personified. Subtle, but rib tickling always! Wish you’d write more often!
Soma – a sensitive, beautiful soul, whose heart is on her page 🙂
Deeps – a place I love to visit!
Hitchy – poetry, to prose, to cricketing history, statistics and critiques…all there
Deboshree – prolific, and always there with a kind word
Pallavi – views, humour, a day’s tale, parenting… you have it all!
Bindu John – empathy for one in the same boat 🙂 Only she steers better, I have found 🙂
Meena – a blogger, writer, thinker who goes deep, in thought and expression
Ajith – or ordinary guy he calls himself… more than ordinary writing… lots of humour, stories and experiences shared!
Shilpa – Counting down for herself, the 1000 days to her 30th. She’s a high end achiever, a script writer, director, film-maker, amongst a whole host of other things 🙂 A former student, for whom I did not take class, but was highly inspired by… 🙂
Sunitha – yet another student from my class, a regular encourager of this space too 🙂 Writes lovely verse 🙂

Ladywhispers – Pssst, and your name is? Love the way you involve the words in your writing!
Arjun Sharma – A young, talented writer. The third sailor I know, named Arjun. The other two are here and here 😛
Ladynimue – loverrly verse there 🙂
Tito – a writer always on the go… who makes you think; and whose sharp wit  you always come back for 🙂
Leo – Met him through twitter 🙂 ( @startonomics) His share of the Homily given by his uncle, on the death of his friend, is worth reading. As are a lot of his other from-the-heart shares 🙂
Maryanne Pale – interesting blog, with much history on the ethnicity of the natives of the Pacific, between Australia and the American Continent.  And some lovely poetry!
PinsandAshes – A blog that is so alive 🙂
Jessica – of Authored Angioplasty (her blog). Exquisite poetry 🙂

All the awardees are to accept please, and go on and share the happiness 🙂 Spread the love and cheer, as Soma says 🙂

Phew. 2 days, and the hyperlinking, gosh. Clean takes a disc away from the spine 🙂

But I loved doing this. Congrats to all who have got the awards. And those who pass this way, if your name is not here, please consider this an invitation to pick any one, or all three off this blog, and add it to your own 🙂 Congrats to you all too, and thank you, for doing it 🙂
5 February, 2012


Ms. Pea, the Princess!

Once upon a time
On a mid-November day
To happy parents, was born
A pert little Princess.

Full of face
Maidenly grace
A tomboy impishness
A child’s innocence, openness

Quirks, and
Sudden spontaneity
Were all gifts she grew with, into,
And carries, even now

Pretty, is she? Oh yes!
Poetic? Undoubtedly, the best!
Passionate? About almost everything,
Especially a certain…*ahem*!!!
Pouty, petulant? Errrmmm, only to charm! 😀
Playful? Always, as the child
She’ll always be,
No matter however many years pass!


Pea? Ah! Therein lies a
Sweet fairy tale, of the Princess
Who enchanted (as a mermaid would, perhaps)
A sea-faring, handsome young man
Only to be enchanted herself… 🙂
Knowing, through lifetimes lived
And yet to live, he was the ONE
To complete her! Her Prince.
The other Pea, in the pod :D!

So Ms Pea, and her Handsome Pea
Will soon find their day, their way
To the ever after horizon…

But, wait –
No that , but this day
Is hers alone, to be celebrated
To be loved, all the more

To be always wished
All of life’s happiness and love 🙂 🙂

Happy Birthday, Sash-
God bless! Always!

15 November, 2011, for 16 November, 2011 🙂
Pic. stolen from Sash’s DP on FB 😀