A Quest on Overdrive … :)

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


Cheers Mate!!

… is a common enough expression, where he’s at. He uses it often enough, aptly enough, and for me, watching him conduct his conversations… he uses it amazingly enough. ๐Ÿ™‚

This here, is the young lad who clung to his momma as a wee one, refusing to let anyone other than close family, literally close ๐Ÿ™‚ He is our Chotu, his father’s Kunjunni, Ash, Ashwin as he grew older… with a whole lot of other names I’m sure I do not want to know ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ˜› You know how it is!!!

From a shy Lion cub, to the engaging, handsome Lion he now is, his has been a journey of fortitude and determination. Today I remember, with pride, and a rush of such love, some of those times that brought to the fore, the quiet cub being transformed, as a revelation!

How he blossomed from the young lad who couldn’t speak up confidently, to someone who regularly took part in Recitation and Gita Chanting programmes, much to my delight, and his, I’d like to believe ๐Ÿ™‚ A quantum leap in self – confidence, all wrought by himself. ๐Ÿ™‚

How he took up the reins of leadership with his cousin, as House Captain, Vikramsila (and me now being Viswabharati House In Charge ๐Ÿ˜› ) ensuring that they were champions that year ๐Ÿ™‚

Being unfazed by a 5 digit rank at the entrance, and finding his way to the Course and College he intended to join, albeit not a Government College! But what the heck, it was whatย he wanted ๐Ÿ˜€

There had been no looking back since then. College, friends, football, crazy drives, falling in love, getting to keep that love close โค – he’s made so much work for himself ๐Ÿ™‚

Most of all, making a move to a time and space that wasn’t a comfort zone. If you knew my lion cub like I do know, you would know how difficult that had to be! Leos like to be in charge, and this one was anything but, during that rather testing time of life, when he moved to Australia, where his partner (in crime ๐Ÿ˜› ) Neeti was . Long months of patience paid off, and he, through his own application to the tasks at hand, carved a niche for himself, and found himself a job ๐Ÿ™‚ It took time, but he did get there…

But most of all, it is the wide eyed wonder of the child in him, the easy possessiveness of his “Ammakutty” that I treasure ๐Ÿ™‚ We fight, we argue, we gossip, we even have the most mushy conversation moms and sons have…. and at the end of it all, I’m just so glad I have him, almost parent like in the way he cares ๐Ÿ˜€ Turned tables on me, he has ๐Ÿ™‚

Who he is today, is also because he, clever as he is, has found the spark to the fire that burns bright in him… his lovely lovely partner, Neeti ๐Ÿ™‚ Their story is here (LINK)


Linda Goodman’s Sun Signs is an entertaining read, which , if one reads with an open mind, does lead one to discover a fair amount of similarities to personality types of the different Zodiac Signs. ๐Ÿ™‚ About the Leo Child she has this to say. Interesting, given that this is about a Leo Child โค

“Remember that he’ll pretend to be very brave, but secretly fears he isn’t. Hug him tightly every night and love him with all your heart.”

Today, suddenly, this thought comes to mind, for all the courage of his convictions he’s had, and still has, there is this cub I want to hug real tight, to tell him, yes, it’s going to be okay โค โค

It’s another special day for him, my second born, my Chots, my Ashwin โค


Happy birthday dearest Chots, from all of us! You’re wished a lovely day, a lovelier year ahead ๐Ÿ™‚ You’re wished laughter and good company of friends and loved ones. You’re wished endless supplies of all that makes you sweet and happy (this is as much for Neeti too ๐Ÿ˜› ) You’ll always be wished so much love, so much love that you catch your breath at the sheer volume of affection pouring down upon you โค You’re special, my dearest bachchaa, and nothing ever, is going to change that ๐Ÿ™‚ And may you always be enveloped by the benediction of blessings and prayers as you and Neeti voyage on ๐Ÿ™‚ โค



I miss you so! Love you Chots… May this be the awesomest year yet! God Bless!

So here’s this song, that I found on a random search ๐Ÿ˜› Okay, not really random, but it was chosen from a list I keep going back to, each year. It has a 100 songs, that list. Should help, I guess!

Enjoy this sweet sweet melody, my dearest Achukutts ๐Ÿ™‚ โค I love you so!

Cheers Mate!!! Let’s get a Foster’s, shall we? ๐Ÿ˜€

2 August, 2017, for 3 August, 2017

Earlier Blog Tradition blogs for Ashwin, each year, are here ๐Ÿ™‚












I Know You’ll Dance…

(Lee Ann Womack’s beautiful songย “I hope You’ll Dance”ย  is the inspiration for this title ๐Ÿ™‚ The video is embedded at the end of this post,ย dedicatedย entirely to an awesome dancer, in the family! The one who never sat out a single dance in the course of his life. My second born. Ashwin.

The steel grey Gucci Suit Wala Dancer – Ashwin!

Royal in Blue ๐Ÿ™‚ Ashwin!

This one, sweetheart, is just for you. The song, I know, was written with you in mind. But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. This is getting to be really enjoyable, the build up each year, to 3 August; and I know this is one tradition I will keep, for as long as words allow themselves to be charmed into this space, for you. ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ Tradition. For this blog too! )

Right, before I go ga ga all over again, over my Lion Cub, I do want to share those “traditions” :D. It started in 2009, with “The Right Age”, the went on to “For My Little One” (incidentally he’s a few millimetres short of being 6 ft tall ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€ ), to when he flew the coop, in “When Nestlings Fly”, and Metamorphosis and settled in with “Pride”ย  in 2010 and 2011, last year. And here is where he tells me it’s no fun doing something unless your mom says NO. So it is 3 August again, and, as my kids in school say, “his happy birthday”! ๐Ÿ˜†

What can I say, or wish him, that I already have not? Would you believe, I can ๐Ÿ˜€ (Ah! and you thought, here she is, quite having run out of more words, will allow us to listen to that song, and be done wishing him! But oh no…!) Oh yes, I can! *gleeful, evil grin on her face, and she anticipates the dammed words waiting to break and flow* … pun intended! ๐Ÿ˜†

Boy oh Boy! Am I going to enjoy this! *lifts fingers from keyboard long enough to rub her hands in glee* ๐Ÿ˜€

So here goes… ๐Ÿ™‚

Years before, as a timid, tiny lion cub, you always made me wonder how you’d find your feet. I know, NOW, I needn’t have worried! Your feline sense of balance would help you land, feet firmly on ground, steady as ever.

Today, I want to extract each memory, as if from a pensieve, each shimmering thought strand, playing out a favourite scene of you, of how you used to be, of how we used to be… ๐Ÿ™‚ (I wish I had those photos too, to go with these threads :), but could only manage these mobile pictures of photographs from the old albums ๐Ÿ™‚ )

Happy happy ๐Ÿ™‚

Shmaille no, pleaaase?

You, Achukkutts…
… your grudging smile, reserved ONLY for family and Anu/Ani, the little girls from the ground floor of the barsati we lived in, in Delhi (Just look at you, above.. ๐Ÿ˜€ That is how you were most of time, till you turned about 2 and a half years old ๐Ÿ˜› )

… of how you idolized your big brother, right from the beginning and how you fought so hard with him later; and how I’m accused even now ( ๐Ÿ˜† ) of being partial ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ˜›

At NDA, for Arjun’s POP, Khadakwasla, Pune December, 2007! Love this picture ๐Ÿ™‚

Awww… he would smile only for his family ๐Ÿ™‚ proof here!

Stolen from Malu’s collection ๐Ÿ™‚ The smiles were getting bigger and more uninhibited ๐Ÿ™‚

Awww… ๐Ÿ™‚

… of your reluctant, first, LATE baby step – so terrified of gravity – after having done EVERYTHING else in record time: turning over ALL by YOURSELF, in 2 months flat! IMAGINE!!! Never thought it would take you over a year to walk!

Achchante Kunjunni ๐Ÿ™‚

… your charming smile; how everyone loved to see it; how hard they tried to make you, and how you just did NOT! ๐Ÿ˜€ Ask Chitta ๐Ÿ™‚

… how once you discovered that smile, you showered it with so much joy on all and sundry, and how you still do… Padmaja Teacher (HOD, Social Science) refers to you even now as a “smiling baby” ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ˜›

… how you made friends slowly, and how they always were forever ๐Ÿ˜€

Ashwin, second from right, along with Abey, Praveen and Hrithu ๐Ÿ™‚

Ashwin Shining ๐Ÿ˜€ From an Onam Celebration picture at College. Ashwin in the Centre ๐Ÿ™‚

Abey’s farewell treat? Or Hrithu’s? Standing: Govind, Hrithu; Sitting: Pious, Ashwin, Abey and Cezil ๐Ÿ™‚

…how you make friends so darned fast, these days ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

… your Gita Chanting feats, and “Sherwood”, that memorable year, when you wowed me with your recitation! I still wonder at it!!!

… that proud moment, when you and Lakshmi became Vikramsila House Captains, and more so, theย jubilant moment, when your house was Champion House!!! Those were days!!!
…how we pored over those Hotel Management courses, and that online test for MS Ramaiah! R.O.F.L.

… and how you went and became an engineer, with the huge rank you had ๐Ÿ˜› :P, with a course you wanted, in a college you wanted! Oh yes! you had your guardian angel watching over you. Still do ๐Ÿ™‚ Achamma ๐Ÿ™‚

…. and asking me if you could pierce your ears! High point. ๐Ÿ˜€

…. and announcing you found your soulmate… boy! was I jealous ๐Ÿ˜› :P!!! Not anymore, dont worry, N!! ๐Ÿ˜€ ๐Ÿ˜€

Soulmates ๐Ÿ™‚

…and growing wings, trying them out, and sailing out, smooth and fluent, and free…. ๐Ÿ™‚

I miss you. But I know you’ve gotta do what you gotta do, and be where you have to be ๐Ÿ™‚ Life’s quirky ways. We know, don’t we, that’s the way we are, and no matter what you’ll always be the baby in my arms,

That tiny head, of the baby swathed in a pink wrap is YOU :D! At Viju’s wedding… all of 28 days ๐Ÿ™‚

from twenty odd years ago, no matter you’re a hulking handsome young man now ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ Hugs, big huge bear hugs, my dearest!

Clicked by Govind? Classic Hunk ๐Ÿ˜€

Happy Birthday, Ashwin! You should be here, with me, considering this is the last bachelor party you’re going to have, for your birthday :D! May you be just as sweet, just as strong, just as fair, and just as loving, as you have always been. May God bless you and keep you safe, always. May you ever be loved, and may you always find love, in each and every moment of each day… especially when you’re down ๐Ÿ™‚ May you always be in high spirits, and may the world take its cue from you, on how to be the best you can! I do love you so!

I do love you! Bear HUG ๐Ÿ˜€

And here it is finally:

“I hope you dance” by Lee Ann Womack ๐Ÿ™‚

And another one, so so beautiful, it made my cry ๐Ÿ™‚

My Wish” by Rascal Flatts

I found them both at this place ๐Ÿ™‚

From 31 July to…1 August 2012
For 3 August, 2012.
Scheduled post ๐Ÿ™‚


When Nestlings Fly…

A flutter of wings when you did not seem to be sure
Was enough to set my feathers a-quiver ๐Ÿ™‚

Peering out of the edge of the nest,
Beak on rim, wings spread,
Eyes faraway, you perched.

I watched.
And waited.

Though you did not.

And when the time was right,
And the wind blew quiet,
There you sailed, as if you knew
All along.

I knew, that you did.
But you had to know too!

And today you do…

As I watch, another one leave the nest!
Happy and proud,
To be a bit of that buoyant breeze
That has lifted and let you be.

The best you could ever be.

And yet…
You know, don’t you?

The best, my nestling, is yet to come!

Online ๐Ÿ™‚
3 August, 2010

Happy Birthday, Ash ๐Ÿ™‚ And Congratulations!
For the wonder of an offspring, who found himself a job ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ Just been selected, but he will make it, I know ๐Ÿ™‚
Congrats and best wishes for always, but always, dearest Ash ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

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A Mother’s Heart

A mother’s heart
And will,
Never, but never

No matter-
What destiny throws;
No matter-
The scriptures preach;
No matter
Rational Rationale
Solace and Consolation
No matter that
Even she tells
Herself so.

His head
In her arms,
Lying across her
He smiled,
A final smile;

So she smiles-
Even now,
For her heart
Cannot grieve;
Having still not
To fate’s answer.

For her,
He Still Is-
Never Was.

A mother’s heart,
After all…
That never
Gives in…
Gives out.

And so
A Memory Lives.

Usha, 21 March, 2008


The Right Age

When I tried those stilettos,
His deeply disapproving look
Simply served to fuel my determination:
I bought them.

The other day, I coloured my hair;
And he caught me in the process.
His exasperated, quizzical sigh
Ensured it had to be added to my routine!

And, if ever, I take the wheel,
(When he magnanimously
Grants me the opportunity)
Gosh! Itโ€™s all I can do
(As I listen to him droning on
About my nonexistent -to him-
Driving skill)
To not ram into the nearest tree-
Deliberately, I might add!

Still, I must admit:
Heโ€™s the one to soothe my frayed nerves;
And never complain, at the black coffee
He gets, when I forget the milk is over;
Heโ€™s the one, whoโ€™s seen me through
Dark and desperate storms of tears
When our dog took a walk, at midnight,
Without my permission!
Heโ€™s the patient tutor, for all those Football Matches
EPL or Championโ€™s League or La Ligaโ€ฆ
And the endless laps of the Grand Prix;
I drive him crazy, as Hamilton drives to victory!

Heโ€™s the one whoโ€™s held me up
When my back gave way;
And made me laugh,
When it threatened to Rain, deep in my Heart!

And finally, no matter how misbehaved I am,
His final salvo, as he shouts:
โ€œGrow up, MA!!โ€
Assures me, as nothing else does:

I am the Right Age!!!

13 April, 2008
For Ashwin, the second born ๐Ÿ™‚ย