A Quest on Overdrive … :)

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


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A Sinner Confesseth!

Couldn’t not.

Been tagged by Sash ๐Ÿ™‚ And been instructed likewise by the Facebook Group ๐Ÿ™‚

And… When there is a spate of confessions that our High Priestess on SAGS, IHM is egging on Wordfully and Wordlessly; and multitudes simply revel in sins theyย  have gleefully and willfully committed; I am now giving in to temptation.How could I not! I have EVE to thank, don’t I? For me she is the Awesome SAGS ๐Ÿ™‚ (no blasphemy here, honest!!)ย  Well, she was told not to eat the fruit, and being a typical SAGS, very unlike a Gender Stereotype, she had to go and eat it. Adam, well, he was a good boy; and faithfully followed her out! I like to think of that as being the first time, perhaps,ย  Stereotyping, if at all intended with the package, got thrown a brick at!!!

I guess I do not need to go into the details of the tag, but since I have tagged others, I feel it is my duty to do so ๐Ÿ˜€

Please list at least ten things you have ever wanted or done which your gender is not supposed to. The tag is called โ€˜My Sins against Gender-Stereotypesโ€™. And you must tag twelve blogging friends :twisted: or else you will be cursed to wear blue clothes pants if you are a woman and pink shirts if you are a man โ€“ for next twelve years :twisted:

Bless me, O Others, for I have sinned… ๐Ÿ˜€

  • I am (not was, please note :D) a tomboy. I sometimes do not understand why they have to say “Tom””Boy”. Lol! Double underscore a variant in the gene? I grew up with boisterous brothers, and their gang. I played gilli danda, lagori, Cricket (Darned good at pace, I was!), Hockey, Basketball, Throwball (Now that is more girly, but I loved that too ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ) I still join in the Sports day stuff at school, cheer wildly and jump about, and egg the girls, especially, to go on and out and run and play and all… And watch sports channels. And discuss the latest on the EPL, Champions League, or even the WC, with the class ๐Ÿ™‚ You need nothing more to bring zip into the grammar classes ๐Ÿ˜€
  • Our neighbours would constantly tell my mother to get me out of shorts, during my school days. In Bangalore, way back then, we used to have rather conservative Mallu and Kannadiga neighbours. To give her her due, she did try. I didn’t listen! :P! Even now, at almost 50, in the back of the beyond of the backwaters land, in the small suburb of a semi rural city I live in, my favourite clothes, jeans, is what I wear most often. Not to school though. Dress code, you see. So I can’t ๐Ÿ™‚ You can, without any further help, imagine the the expressions I am met with. For a long while, I did not wear trousers; but, the past couple of years have released inhibition, and I am glad I sin ๐Ÿ˜€ :D!
  • I drive. And well. And I am darned proud of it :D! It’s been, what almost 30 years on, and I still love driving. That’s the car.
  • I cycle. I have gone a bit further. It was a Luna, in college. A Kinetic Honda later. Then a Honda Activa. Then a few of my discs kinda prolapsed and extruded. Got grounded. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ Then, the resurrection ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ˜› ! First Born allowed me to ride his Thunderbird. And that, let me tell you, folks, was the bestestestest!! The Nirvana of an auto aficionado! Can’t wait for Second Born to give me real time lessons, on it. A moped? Ha!!! I do BIKES!!!!
  • I know where I am going, and what I am doing, especially on drives! Can navigate and lead, and find routes better than locals. I discovered that, here in my hometown. I have been, since, giving tips to localites on how to get to places easier and quicker ๐Ÿ™‚ And I’m actually a transplant ๐Ÿ˜€
  • Need to have a curtain rod fixed? Or perhaps your plug is broken? No, don’t call me … ๐Ÿ˜† .. but these are things I have found to be very interesting, and so got dad to teach me, a long time ago. What he did not, I figured out for myself soon enough! Most of this kind of work at home I do myself.
  • I stand with and supervise workers, especially those who come to do electrical or painting or construction work, and constantly give them suggestions :P! And men here, as Shail has said in her fantastic piece on SAGS, are rather dumbstruck by it. They always ask for SAAR. I tell them I’m the SAAR!! I even do a bit of painting, window grills, frames, and patches, after they have left so that they dont waste time the next day ๐Ÿ˜› :P! Am planning to paint the upstairs of my house, the interior, myself. Long term plan for the vacation!
  • I read. And read. And read. Is that supposed to be something women don’t do, or like or have the time for, perhaps? I do!
  • I don’t like to cook much. When I feel like it, I do cook up a storm, but usually, am not a kitchen person :D! There’s food, and there’s FOOD. Not the be all and end all of life, for me!
  • I am net savvy.Something very very very few women around here are anyway. And it confounds the service persons who come home, when they have to deal with me, and not anyone else. I tell them about the problem, what I think has gone kaput, and what can be done. On occasion I open up the CPU, pull out the RAM, clean it and put it back, when I hear the long piiiiinnnnnnnnnngggg noise, and the monitor does not switch itself on ๐Ÿ˜€

Is that a ten? *Hi5* to all the other sinners. Actually, it’s not the non conformist in me that I am proud of. In fact it is not about not conforming. It is more about being who you are, man or woman, doing what you like, you love, really, and not thinking about, Oh! Should I?

There was a time, when I did, and conformed to the “T”… but I am glad I found my old self again, and now more than ever for I have found company of so many and that is such a comfort. Contrarily, even if there weren’t, I’d still be comfortable, because I am me, finally ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

And with all this; I still love wearing sarees; mundu vesthi (that is set mundu)–ย  (no, that is not me in the picture, just one I googled ๐Ÿ˜€ )a very very traditional Keralite two piece mundu, worn like a sort of half sareeย  :); I love embroideryย  and mirror work; I do mehendi designs on hands and feet for those who like to wear it ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ I love to pamper myself at the beauty salon… ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ I love the feminine, coochy coo me too ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ I’m a die hard Romantic, who weeps when she sees romantic comedies even ๐Ÿ˜€ :D!

I have sinned. And all the better for it ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ Now can I place this on my mantlepiece?

Oh, I need to tag others! Almost everyone I know here has, with great enthusiasm and obvious pleasure done it! So I am doomed to wear blue pants! (I love the idea though!!!)

Still, let me see….

Soumya, Poonam,ย  Aareet, Venkat (who has just started blogging ๐Ÿ™‚ ) , Praveen SR , Indygurl (even though she is busy ๐Ÿ™‚ )… Not quite the twelve, but what does that matter :D! I’m still a SAGS ๐Ÿ˜€

7 July, 2010


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Blessed!

*This one is for the SB… ๐Ÿ™‚ who makes me realize each day, how much more I have to learn, appreciate, and love ๐Ÿ™‚ Thanks a zillion, sweetheart ๐Ÿ™‚

Now that I am officially twenty-five years old, the X-files option to disclose is finally here!

By the way, why does to reveal have a word like “disclose”, to express it? Strange are the ways of the English Language! This will further get me into rambling about the vagaries of a favourite language of mine, so I had better stop before I start! ๐Ÿ˜›

Ah! You’re still here, and reading? Maybe you’re wondering what on earth I am going to disclose… ๐Ÿ˜‰ Just a status message on Facebook, by the SB wishing his brother a Happy Birthday, that goes like this ๐Ÿ™‚

Happy b’day Arjun Muralidharan on ur 25th ๐Ÿ™‚ It was nice growing up with someone like you, – someone to lean on, someone to count on… someone to tell on! ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ˜€ Hav a great yeah ahead!!

And his response?

Thanks bro.. wat do i say.. cudn hav done it without you. All those years, those games, those rides.. seems like it was yesterday and i sure do wish like hell it will remain like that forever. Though i shud say, i hate it wen u keep growing up.. i always wish ud remain “chotu” Love u loads.. BRO

I am reminded of the song, from Ram Lakhan, “Mere Do Anmol Ratan”, that I love so much.

That’s them… ๐Ÿ™‚

And what I feel most blessed is that the SB has found words, to express so beautifully his feelings! Prouder yet again, am I, of him :), for he has borne the brunt of many a dark day I have gone through, being there for me, always, but always… ๐Ÿ™‚ And though we fight the hardest, ๐Ÿ˜› :P, I know he will be the one who will pull me through the fires I burn in ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

Ash ๐Ÿ™‚ You’re the coolest, most happening person, ever ๐Ÿ™‚ Thank you, for you ๐Ÿ™‚

And though I don’t need to say it… Love you… ๐Ÿ™‚

13 April, 2010


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For My Little One :)

Disclaimer : All the research for this post is certainly non emperical, and based purely on personal observation and bias. Lol. Given that, please go on and read at your own risk. There is a sort of guarantee that you might fall asleep half way (being a rather looong ramble) so please have a cushion ready at the keyboard, where you are likely to topple as you gently fall forward, eyes glazed over. Now that is out of the way, do please continue ๐Ÿ™‚

Tag time again, and this one is a special one, for a special person, on a special occasion. The second born of course, after the first one got his place in the virtual sun, here and here ๐Ÿ™‚ IHM [again :)] had tagged me on how different the second born has been, and has he wiped the smugness off his parents’ faces ๐Ÿ˜›! Going back to her post, to revise and review, I came across my comment, part of which I’d like to quote, as a sort of introduction, to me too, a second born, the middle one of three, the ham of the sandwich, as I am so fond of saying!

Aeons ago I had this to write on IHM’s post:

Now that I know, and have been tagged :D , this is going to be interesting! I am a second born, and I am going to write about how my second born is so very much like me :D :D ! A stirrer and shake-up-er! Certainly wiped the smug proud parent look off the parentsโ€™ faces :P !

I know that IHM, Shail, recently, and others, Indygurl and Solilo have all done one or other version of the tag, both before and after IHM’s post, and each of them have been beautifully done. Being a second born myself, I have felt the heat, felt different, and weird, and all that jazz, and have often wondered, of late, if the little one too perhaps did. Now I don’t. I knowย  ๐Ÿ˜€ !

They say first born are…

  • way more angelic… ??? ๐Ÿ˜€
  • way more responsible ๐Ÿ™‚
  • seem to mature faster (they ought to, don’t you think, seeing that they need to make space for the second one in line :P)
  • more accomodating, adaptive..??
  • can be easier to engage, in activities…
  • perhaps better readers, too

These I have garnered from snippets shared on different posts with the same thread.

Going by my own history and what I see being made of my offspring (Gosh! what a thought!) I think these are the observations that I deem noteworthy ๐Ÿ™‚

  • First borns are indeed angelic ( go on and gloat, all you FBs..Lol!), though naughtier ๐Ÿ˜›
  • They’re very friendly and engaging
  • Very easy to care for
  • Not in the least fussy, which however, these days (at home, with my FB) is getting me rather impatient! I do wish my big ‘un would at least change clothes, freshen up when he needs to go out, even if it is with me or his friends :D!
  • They’re voracious readers. He can wade his way through a tome quicker than you can snap his fingers ๐Ÿ™‚ I think that has to do with the fact that he had so many story tellers as a child. He was the first grandchild for all his grandparents, and the first baby in the house, for his aunts and uncles too ๐Ÿ™‚
  • He’s mature and responsible, yes, but forgetful too ๐Ÿ™‚

That is the big ‘un. But then this is about the second born, who has been biding his time; and all that while after the April 12 write for the elder one, I have been waiting to do this for the little one. Though there is this verse, of sorts, intended purely for him, you know one needs to balance well, esp with the kids :)!

So, from Kunju, the elder, and me, this is for you Kunjunni, my little one ๐Ÿ™‚

Being a second born myself, I find ever so many commonalities in temperament and thought, that it is sometimes amazing. (At the same time I now sympathize and empathize with my own mother :P)And perhaps because of that we mirror so much of each others’ thoughts, and therefore end up having these absolutely grand arguments and fights, dramatically reacting and over reacting, silent sulks and verbal wars. Not to forget, of course, the fantastic wavelength we are on most times, speaking out each others’ thoughts Too!!

Where do I begin to tell you of him?

An angelic baby (who should have been a daughter, I have said ever so often!) he soon proved to beย  truly angelic, determined and single minded when it came to routine, people and activities.

It had been so easy to handle the elder one. He’d go along with anyone and everyone… grandparents, aunts, cousins, neighbours ๐Ÿ™‚ and could be kept so easily entertained. Well behaved too, if you dont take into account his fondness for throwing onions and potatoes, and on occasion, the heavy iron out of my parents’ 4th floor apt. in Mumbai :D! Stories fascinated him, and still do ๐Ÿ™‚

But, the little one? Oh no Siree! Only his Amma for him, thank you. Everyone else was to keep safe distance, and not even THINK of looking at him, let alone TALK. The very thought! Dear God! His lower lip would jut out, curl downwards, and he’d being with a small wail that grew in volume and intensity! To gloss over… travelling with both of them, on my own, which I had to do often, was no cakewalk :D! Exhausting? Way beyond all that!

It took all of four years for him to permit others to befriend him; till then no other than his immediate family, parents and brother, and maternal grandma were allowed into his hallowed space.

The same little one has a circle of friends too many to count, and all of them from a variety of classes and colleges, and places ๐Ÿ™‚

Perhaps, because, with the passing of time, he grew with a charm that seemed to knock people off their perch, while he maintained his space ๐Ÿ™‚ I have never figured out how he managed to do that ๐Ÿ™‚

He has been a quiet Lion. (Ok he is a Leo too :)) not the loud, and roaring variety; in his pre teens. All of which changed when he finished his Std X. The cub transformed then. Quietly there assumed a young lion whose leadership skills were as astonishing, as they were competent. Other colleagues at my school (where both of them studied, poor things :D) began to wonder at the “smiling baby” who seemed, all of a sudden to have grown up!

Do second borns transform suddenly? I’ve wondered. Growing up in the shadow of a more accomplished sibling (the elder one was a prefect and all that… :)), when they find the sun peeking out at them , after the shadow shifts, do they then bloom?

It seems to have been somewhat similar in my case.ย  With an extra intelligent, talented, athletic elder brother, who always topped his class, played in the U-19 state cricket team, who was Captain of the NDA cricket team later, it was hard to live up to expectations, though none were voiced ๐Ÿ™‚ Once he moved out of home, I guess I changed a lot ๐Ÿ™‚ First off, I changed courses at college without my parents knowing. From BSc to BA, later informed my folks, who accepted quite gracefully :D! And then got into every possible activity in school, and freaked out. Literally.

But back to my little one ๐Ÿ™‚

Once he began his engineering studies, the change became more pronounced. He came across as more confident, the diffidence of his early years having quite been obliterated ๐Ÿ™‚ Right up until yesterday, at the close of day, a succesful day of competitions at their inter branch internal competitions at college, he received so many messages of congratulations on his leadership and for his co ordination.

I wonder again. Do the second borns suddenly change with time, and …. I think so. ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ I did. Mine did.

Second borns… yes

  • They have a mind of their own, and are rather unlikely to change it for anything ๐Ÿ™‚
  • They experiment more… avidly; and daringly – hair colours, peircing ears, testing the limits of a parent’s patience ๐Ÿ™‚
  • I think they are more creative??
  • Are more emotionally insecure, most times?
  • Seem to always feel the need to prove themselves… ๐Ÿ™‚

And this young Lion of mine, I always tell him he is a class apart. He swells with pride. Either way, positive or negative that “class apart” may be, he’s happy not belonging to the herd ๐Ÿ˜›

He jumps in with both feet, into anything and everything

He also puts both feet in where they should not be, his mouth, a lot ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ :D!

And then the “sorry” game begins… more to soothe, than to repent ๐Ÿ˜€

And finally his classic line… all his, though he did appropriate it from “Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Ghum”

Parampara, Mom, Parampara

takes the cake!

Lol. It would seem that the kid has suddenly discovered his heritage, which he discovered similarities with the other second born at home. His mother ๐Ÿ™‚

And why, you wonder, am I telling you all this today? This lion, hot on the heels of another young Lioness is celebrating his birthday on 3 August.

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday Kunjunni ๐Ÿ™‚

Mr President you rock! (ref. to earlier post, to know why President..Lol!)

With fond wishes, and all our Love

The First Amma

The First Brother

The First Dogs – Chinnu, Kuttan, Appu and Paru

and

The First Cat – Malu

๐Ÿ™‚

May you be blessed abundantly. Always.

You certainly are your favourite thought personified.

Leadership is about Action, not Position