The Lady`s Son : Exploiting Innocent Minds :-0- Part 2

                          Exploiting Innocent Minds :-0

Part 2 : The story of the 100 Re Note :-)

As the process  of eating our omelettes continued...........One such day Jayan came up with some other demand . He demanded hundred rupees and said that it  was very urgent . We were asked  not disclose it to anyone at all with the normal swears and things :-(

He told us that we should take the money from our parents somehow ,without them seeing and hand it over to him secretly the very next day when he come to collect us for school.

We were again made to swear .We poor souls were very much scared and  in lot of tension. All way  back home we kept on worrying . We dint know what to do and how  to go about it . We were scared to tell our parents because we were worried about the swearing and was afraid of the consequences if we break them :-(

In the evening ,after the school hours , back home we changed and went out for play with our friends . How could we play when we were this much tensed ? We were not able to concentrate on games or anything . I think our fear and tension was quite visible to our eldest play mate .....the old grandpa next door . He was always with us during our play time , sharing stories and directing us . 

He came to us and asked if everything is alright . A first we were reluctant and kept distance and avoided his questions , but then maybe we saw a true friend in him . We told him the whole story .After listening to us ,he was silent for sometime .Later he consoled us ,told us that we shouldn't worry and he will take care of the situation . We were totally relieved .

the play time with grandpa

He told us that we will catch him with his own card :-) That day our project was to help the grandpa to work his plan out . He asked us  to bring colors , paper ,etc . We were very excited , we ran here and there to get the things he demanded. And after hours of work he finally made a exact copy of a hundred rupee note and handed it over to me .He asked us to hand it over to him the next day ,the same way as he as asked us to do .

play time

We were bubbling with excitement and of course fear was there because now the promise was broken anything evil  could happen anytime . Next day morning ,we were all ready for the adventure . I was assigned to hand over the fake note to Jayan the maid`s son . We waited .....and waited ...yes here he comes ....I  was trembling like anything .............I was too scared ............but collecting all the strength I slowly walked towards the window........there he was standing with a devilish look ..........checking here and there ........I  slowly put my hand out through the window and handed him the money .

The moment he took the money ,he kept it in the pocket and  suddenly  out from somewhere came our grandpa  along with my parents . They caught him and scolded him  for what he did  . Meanwhile someone went to call his mother, She came and whole story was detailed to her and she was asked to take him from our premises once and for all .

Jayan n his mom

From that day onwards till we left the rented house  , never once did Jayan come back to take us to school or for any purpose at all .

With him out of sight , and sensing that nothing evil happened to us even after we broke the promise made to him ...........myself and y sister showed the courage to tell our parents about the eggs we never had :-( 

The Lady`s Son : Exploiting Innocent Minds :-0- Part 1

                              Exploiting Innocent Minds :-0

Part 1 - The Omelette Story :

Sthree n her son

As I have mentioned in my earlier blog "The Lady and Her Son ' ......at times when the lady was ill ,then her son would come to take us all to school . After kinder school , our parents put us into one of the most  prestigious Convent Schools in the city . The school was about  two   kilometers  from our rented house . We used to walk to school and back ,with  very thin traffic and lot of friends to cat with the distance was never an issue 

There were a number of incidents that happened during this time . But I would like to share two such ,which are still fresh in my memory :-)

Our Lunch Box

The lady and her son used to bring lunch for us  .The Lady`s  Son ....his name was Jayan . He used to bring us lunch when his mom was away . He waits for us near the school gate . The school gate was very huge and very big . Myself and my sister , we both used to come running during the lunch break ,as soon as the bell goes .

There behind the huge  front gate , we used to stand and then he will open the lunch boxes for us .
Inside the lunch box ,there would always be an egg omelette on the top and underneath that would be rice ,curd and some curry mixed together in both the lunch  boxes  .

Our mouths used to water when we see the egg . As we take the egg  to eat , Jayan would say , that we should not eat the egg .If we eat the eggs , we will get all the sins and some thing very deadly would happen to us and our loved ones .He used to say that he will take care of it and he will drive the evil away by taking the eggs himself .???

By saying so he would consume both the eggs and we used to satisfy ourselves with the rice and the rest of the curry :-( 

And that is not the end of the story , we were warned  to keep  this a secret throughout . He scared us saying that if we dare to tell anyone then that will be the end of us .We were even made to swear on God everyday and we with all  our fears and doubts sincerely obeyed him  ;-( 

AFYI :  we were only kids under the age of  eight or nine !!!

"The Lady and Her Son "

The Mystery  behind the addressal ??

Sthree and  Sthree`s Son ( "The Lady and Her Son " )  that is what we used to address them . The middle aged lady who took us to school everyday . She carried all the bags and tiffins on her head , balancing it with one hand ,and with the  other hand ,she managed to hold us all , directing ,scolding and leading us to the school . Like a flock of sheep ,we used to follow her ,chattering  ,laughing ,and shouting all the way to school 

At times ,.when she is sick ,then her son would come and take us to school . He was more friendly ,as he was may around fourteen or fifteen . We always wondered why he wasn't going to any school .Why he was wearing all shabby dresses  ?Why he was having no friends ? 

We were told that they were poor and couldn't afford all those luxuries that we are having . We dont dare to ask them more ,but we always were sorry for him and his mother 

After all these years I still wonder , why were calling her "Sthree ( Lady ) and her son Sthreede  Mon (lady`s son ) ....I sill remember , after all dressed up for school , when we see her coming , we used to call out to our mom  "Mom , Sthree has come " or " Sthreede  Mon has come " ;-0

Our parents dont remember why we called her so  :-(  

Recollecting the reference which we gave her , seems so funny now ,but then the quench is  still there to find out who directed us to call them so ??

How daring one can be at the age of three ?

       How daring one can be at three ?

Naughty Naughty Me :-)

Exactly as the heading says , how daring can one be at an age of three  ? As I`ve already mentioned in my blogs I have been very naughty ,mischievous and stubborn all through my childhood . My analysis for my behavior will be done in some other blog . 

Before I start narrating the incident ,I would like to give a picture of my school . My school was an old Christian school , which was located on the main road . It was a junction where  three other roads meet. It had a main gate near the junction and one side gate .From my home if you go straight right , first you`ll cross a junction again you`ll have to go straight and on the left side of the road just before another junction  was my school.

As it happens , I was put in a nursery school near by our house ,at the age of  three . As my parents were working , I was taken to school by them and later I come back home in the evening  by the school van. Well maybe I was not very  happy with all those happenings in my life , maybe I had better options at home rather than in school , maybe I was not comfortable with the teachers and  friends there .

Whatever the reason maybe , one  such day  as always my parents dropped me at school with a bag containing nothing other than a small book , some biscuits and my lunch  . By afternoon , I got so bored of all .So the little devil mind  of mine started working ...after having my lunch , I went to wash my hands ( the wash area was near the small gate ). I took my bag and went to wash my hands , thanks to my lucky stars ....the small gate was open a bit .

I looked here and there ,there was no ayah in sight ,nor any teachers . I slowly got out of the gate and started walking towards my home . I,  a child of 3 years , a liliput ,must have caught lots of attention .As i walked a bit two boys came to me and asked where I was going .I said that I was going home .I don't know what else they asked ,but then they told me that they`ll accompany me and I promised them that I`ll show them my home . And I  showed the way to my home , crossing the junctions and they came with me till my home and left me with my maid and left .

As  this happened  forty two years back ,when there was no phone connection or any other means of communication ,my poor maid waited till my parents came back from work . They must have talked , discussed and worried a lot about me ,thinking of the consequences of my act . But I was happy myself , as I got a whole afternoon to be at home . And I noticed that no one was questioning me , scolding me ,so I quite happy .

I think I  got a great impression about myself . The next day ,I was again taken to school .I had all  plans set up in my mind .As planned after having my lunch ,I went to wash my hands ....Good God !!! I couldn't believe my eyes !!!  There ......the door was open again !!    How could I miss  one more such a golden chance .And I looked here and there .......Yes :-)  there was nobody there watching me ....slowly and started to move out ..........Hey Hey What is this ?  Suddenly I felt some one stopping me ,I turned back to see the ayah standing there and also some of the teachers :-( 

Caught red Handed :-(

I don't remember what their expressions were . I have no clue whether they scolded me or warned me or made me understand the danger in doing so. But after that day never did I attempt to cross the rules , never tried to run away from the school .

Sadly enough ,  from that day on wards that gate was always closed , not a single time was it opened  .And as years rolled by , the school got renovated , new structures came up and  to add to all the changes , they removed that gate too and built a wall . Now that school has only one gate that is the main gate !!!

I still don't know what made me do such an act ? I don't know why i was not punished or beaten up ? I don't know why I never dared to do it again? I still wonder what was that ,that made me do it  , and what was that , that made me stop it ???

If such an incident had happened these days :Then with all the crossroads  and heavy traffic I would never have survived .The boys  who had helped me could have done anything to me and my parents . Anything could have happened .

As a parent ,what would have  done if one of my kids had done the same ? Would I have handled it  the same sensible way as my parents did ? Would any parent reacted to such a situation the same way ??

Our country has changed a lot and so have the people and their minds .I`m sure that in this present society a  running away of a three year old would have been different scene  and so would have been the consequences . The entire scenario would have been another !!!

An Evening At The Beach ;-)

                              An Evening At The Beach

A Sunset at the Sanghhumugham beach 

It was a Sunday evening ,as if following a regular pattern we were to visit the beach (evening were either a visit to the beach or a movie ) . But then this time with us were amma`s elder sister , and her daughter . 

We reached the Shangumugham beach . Both of us ...me n my sis were going crazy seeing the sea. We started running towards the sea .As always my hyper tensed mom was screaming , warning and calling us back . But then that was the regular scene and we were least bothered 

In between we came back ,soaked up till the waist  ate a mouthful of hot peanuts and ran back to the sea .Acha was with us all the time .Chechi  (our cousin sister ) was also with us . Amma was busy talking with  her sister . 

It was nearing sunset , amma came towards us to call us back . We were insisting to stay a bit more and then it happened ............All of a sudden ,we saw a huge wave coming .........indeed a huge one .....Chechi ran back to the shore ..........and in fraction of seconds  the whole scenario changed 

As  the wave  hit the shore ....Acha came running  and took hold of amma and was dragging her back to the shore .......we two were  stranded ......in the waves ...going deeper inside the sea  .....hearing acha amma shouting some fishermen came running .....They jumped into the water and carried both of us into the shore . 

All soaked ,wet from top to bottom , i don't know whether we were scared  or excited or whether we were enjoying the scene . But as I recollect these moments ...I realize there was not a bit of fear in both of us because we still continue to enjoy the waves and sea ...of course amma put a ban to our most awaited Sunday treats for sometime ...........But then as memory faded ,we were back to our routine ....enjoying the sea ,the breeze , the hot peanuts........  :-)

The Mandapam At the Beach 

Drubbing Days !!!

                                      Drubbing  Days !!!!

I was very naughty and stubborn all through my childhood . And I would go to any extreme to gain attention!!!

The usually calm acha became the 'angry young man ' at times when my naughtiness cross all limits .My sister was seldom a victim ,because she was so calm and quiet all the time . She used to put herself into trouble whenever she follow my path and keep my side watching all my kriyas!!!

There were many instances of whacking ....bcoz my naughtiness was unlimited .....I remember a few instances :

Once while our  milkmaid  was having kanji sitting in the front door steps , i came  running from somewhere and put a bunch of pink flowers ( a hanging bunch of  wild flowers ) into her plate and ran away with the same speed ............there I get whacked :-(

Once I did some mischief on the house  maid ,and then she started complaining . Acha was on the way to see off his sister back to Ambalapuzha ,. He got too angry .............there I get whacked  :-(

And one time ,must be the  act was so sinful ,that acha locked my sister in the 'Oovu  Muri ' adjacent to their bedroom. I  was heartbroken , because of me she was suffering .....and the melodrama queen in me woke up ....I went outside the "Oovu  Muri ' . There was a window on the top of that room .I started singing :  

        "  Manja kili , chella kili ,

      Mayilpeeli kattile   varna killi 

ninakk achanundo , ammayundo ?  aniyathi  kootinundo ?"

Seeing all  the melodrama , acha let her out . She came out all red and pink after all cry :-(

Another time ,when acha used to catch us by the skirt for the whacking sessions ......I used to cry out loud  "  kollalle   muthalalli    kollallee ."

Courtesy to all the Malayalam movies he took us to :-)

And finally one day acha stopped his whacking , when accidentally one of those days when he was holding me to whack ,his mother came in to stop him and the beating just fell on her hand . from that day even after ammumma left for Ambalapuzha , whenever acha used to hold us for whacking ...I used to shout 'Ammumma . Ammumma '  and achan`s hands used to go numb 

I escaped many by using the same trick .....Now when I look back I realize how much  hurt he must have been with that incident ,that never once did his hands raised against his kids ....that was his love for his mom !!!

BTW : whacking sessions will be incomplete without sharing this special secret ......after all the beatings and crying ......acha used to leave the house ....returning back with a bag full of sweets ...ladoos , jilabi`s and what all :-)

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The Ride !!! Savari Giri Giri :-)

                        The terrifying  tricycle ride by My Grandma

The Tricycle 

Our Ammomma (granny )was soooooo  different . She was quite adventurous too . I`ll come to her in later sessions of my blog . Now when I am still at Vijaya Mandiram .....One incident of hers is still fresh in memory .....I can actually visualize every scene after scene 

It was like any other day . Our parents had left for work . At home ,there was only we three plus our maid Sulochana . We had a tricycle which we used to ride inside and outside the house . That particular day , while I was riding the tricycle inside the house ...to be exact in the pooja room ( as I`ve already mentioned ,that room had plenty of space ).....grandma  was there watching me ,doing something in the pooja room .

 She then asked me " Nee maaru , Njan onnu  odikkatte ( Will you please move , Let me try to ride ) "

Granny in her thoughts :-)

I obediently got out from the cycle , hold it for her to sit . The moment she sat , the cycle fell back ......There she was lying with her head down and legs up . 

I thought  she would die now and i`m responsible for that . I yelled and cried " Aarengilum  oodi  vaa .....Ammumma  ippo   chathu   pokum (  Somebody please come , granny will die now ) 

In between all the melodrama ,she slowly got up on her own , before anyone came to the scene :-)

She promised me that I should not tell anyone , and I told her that I`ll not 

* The first thing I did when amma came from office was to go running to her and narrate the whole incident ;-)

The Unforgettable Ride :-)

Will you call me chechi (sister ) ??

                         Will you call me chechi ?

The day was young . Our parents had left for office . Ammumma was busy in the kitchen . Myself and my sister had nothing to do in particular . 

Some idea got into our mind . There was plenty of vacant space in the pooja room . We thought ....Why don`t we practice somersault ?  And thus the game began ....we  ran and brought pillows from amma acha`s room .....arranged them away for protection ....

It was my sister`s turn first . Maybe I was a bit scared to do it first ;-) I volunteered her to do it first and that angel obeyed readily . She lied down first ,raised her legs up vertical , and then I carried it to the other end ......YES  !! YES !!!  YES !!! ........A successful mission completed !!!

Now it was my turn , I lied down , raised my legs to the top and my sister pulled me to the other side ......Alas !!! Something happened ....some nerve got twisted in the stomach area ..... I was not able to breathe properly .....I couldn't stand too .....the pain was severe ....I knew that I was going to die any moment .....And at that moment ....I had only one wish ....which I told my sister ...."Please  ,Will you call me chechi ?? " That was my last wish and my sister dutifully obeyed me .....She called me "chechi ' 3 times ....after a few seconds the pain vanished on its own !!!!(Maybe it was a small twist of nerve or maybe gas ,I dont know )

Later all set back ,room back to normal ,we behaved as if nothing has happened at all !!!

And would like to add one more thing ..........My sister is just an year younger to me .........and that day ,that time was the first and last time she had called me chechi :-)

The Lil Monsters ...The Kuttipattalam !!!

         The Little Monsters.....The Kuttipattalam !!!

We had a gang of friends there at Patoor . I being the eldest was  the leader of the gang . Our gang members were Sabari , Manju , Manoj , my sister and myself . We planned our evenings before hand . Under the supervison of  'Pakali  Appoppan ' the elderly appoppan next door .... our gang played variety of games everyday !!!

small tomatoes like fruits 

We used to eat it happily :-)

Our entertainments varied everyday ........our entertainments were  Hide & Seek , pakki  pidikal  (running all through the weeds and shrubs to catch the butterflies and moths ) 

 making the thumbi carry the small stones , collecting flowers all wild and even the smelly ones :-) 

....cooking ....which included making of the furnace with three stones  ,  we collected the twigs and small branches of trees ( we were not allowed to play with fire ) and taking vessels from the kitchen  we acted as if we are cooking  the flowers and leaves ,and served each other  happily .

the wild kanakambaram 

the small mushrooms on the trees 

After the butterflies !!!

Another hilarious entertainment of us were burying the  dead ants and insects  !!!!  We used to roam about to get the dead bodies , or sometimes Sabari used to kill a Tumbi or a Pakki .

 We then burned them to ashes in a proper way ...... we  used to make them lie on a leaf , carry them in twigs to the burial ground . We would arrange twigs and dry leaves and keep the dead insect on them and under the supervision of Sulochana , our maid , who used to burn the "chitha' with a match stick . We cried ,consoled each other .

We never were into indoor games , our territory was always the open spaces ,the ground ,the swing  in between the coconut trees

 , and also under the 'Pulinjika Maram "where we used to play 'veedu veedu 

the pulinjika plant 

Climbing the Guava tree and the Pulinjika tree were  banned acts from the elders ,but then  we did and entertained ourselves secretly .

Activities Unlimited 

Sunday ..The fun day !!!

                          Sunday ....Always a fun day !!!

Don`t you agree ??

Sundays were always fun days for me and my sister . The day come with great expectations and excitement  . for it  is the day when acha go to the market to buy  vegetables for the week , and with them come some surprises ( we already knew there would be some in store for us :-) 

We eagerly wait for acha to come from the Palayam market , in between the vegetables ,he would carefully hide "the chodakku "for us . I don`t know exactly what it is called in English . I even don`t know whether it is still there in this country for we no more see it these days :-(

But those who have seen the bunch of 'chodakku " and experienced the blowing of it and bursting them on forehead ,arms on each others cheeks .......would  certainly understand what I mean . It was so fun and it made us so happy :-))

the leaf of chodakku plant :-)

Another added attraction to the Sunday was ,after the breakfast , the much awaited time of the day !!! Acha used to climb on the guava tree and get us big ripe guava fruits .......another treat for us ( yes , the tree was so strong and its branches spread all over the roof ,as if it wanted us to enjoy it )

Afternoon lunch would always had been sumptuous...... Amma would cook fish...... naimeen or konju (prawn )curry and fry ......hmmm  mouth watering isn't it  ? 

Some surprises and extra toppings were a bonus to us ....like taking us for the movie , or to the  Shangumugham  Beach .............they were all  royal  treats for two lil minds 

And mind it till the day comes to end we two masters were always in the best of our behavior ....waiting  eagerly and in the anticipation of more and more fun !!!!

What more could a 8 & 7 year old want for fun and to be happy ?

A Rainy Day at Patoor !!!

                                         The Rain

A dance in the rain

I still remember one rainy season at Patoor .There is a dirty drain at the furthermost end of the plot .As the rain become heavy , the water overflowed the drain ( hey don`t worry the drain was full of pure water then due to the  non stop rains  :-)  It started filling the land . The water started coming up ,covering the steps to the house . 

We as kids had a mast time then . No school . with a number of friends around ,wearing a petticoat ,our main hobby was to make boats and put it into sail . When there was no one watching us ,we used to walk on the water ,throwing ,splashing water at each other ...until someone catch us red handed :-)

Making paper boats 

Vijaya Mandiram , Pattor

Vijaya Mandiram !!!

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This is where our childhood dreams lie .....here I am cherishing every incident as it comes to my mind ...Enjoy !!!!

Vijaya Mandiram 

A  beautiful place to  live in . It holds  in it many  many stories ..the vast plot with coconut tress and cofee plants , Chundakka plant and many many weeds ....from tottavadi  to slate chedi .I remember the butterflies and the pakkis...yellow ,orange ...multicolored ones.......that was on one side of the house  .During Onam a swing used to be put up in those tress . On the other side of the house was the Pulinjika maram ,our favourite spot . Behind the house was the Guava plant ,bearing throughout the season plenty of big guavas 

The house was beautiful with a sitting room ,on both sides of the sitting room were two other rooms ,one  on the left ,which we used to call as Ambi chechi`s room .On the right was a narrow room ,which was the Pooja room . From the sitting room we enter another room , here we had two beds on either side ,which was used by my ammomma and one by us .From that room  to the left was acha amma`s bedroom ...instead of a toilet ,we had a Ovu muri  with a small window on the top. From the middle there was an outlet to the veradah outside .The verandah was small and outside the veradhah stood our favourite guava tree. On the right side of the middle room ,there was the dining space ,which holds 2 long desks and 2 benches .Food was served here . followed by the dining space came a kitchen ,work area and also a store room 

Pattor house was like community living ,because in the same compund lived many families together 

Matha ,Pitha ,Guru ,Daivam !!!

                                        Matha ,Pitha, 

I would like to start my blog in that order ....with all due respect to all of  them...hoping and praying for their sincere blessings....here I go  

                                         Matha....My Mother!!!

Short and sweet is how I would describe her and if you ask me what are her prominent qualities , I would say .....Sacrifice and Dutiful   !!!

Yes ,that is what she is ....but then I know there are lot of adjectives and inner meanings to those two words when it comes to her .

I`ve never seen her expressing her love for anyone in words , and once in a while if at all some love comes out she feel embarrassed 

All through her life she has been everything  .....departing her duties towards her mother like a loving daughter  ,towards her  hubby , kids ,siblings ,relatives ....attending and properly managing everything in a timely and orderly manner ... she has been assigned to . Never once have I seen her lying down ,relaxing ,taking rest ......even when she suffered from major migraine attacks.....nothing could stop her .....for her duty came first and last came her health or her well being .

As a child I used to watch her , hastily swallowing pain killers and then finishing off the chores of the day ....neglecting her health for her family and the former eating her slowly until it succeeded in making her a chronical kidney patient .

Running all through her life , finishing off all the work at home and then off to the work place and from there back home ....entertaining a house full of guests , in between teaching her children , making dinner and the list goes onnnnnnn !!!

Till date I haven't seen a single day or time when she spend time for herself . Her looks ,her health were never a priority for her .Yes ,she was worried whenever she fell ill with the thought that she would be putting us in trouble.

She has been and still managing all tasks of life with the best of her ability . She worries at the smallest of the smallest things . She foresee  the  future of her children and her grand children and plan accordingly .

Being a mother myself , I doubt whether I have all those patience , so much dedication towards my kids ? Or to all the relationship I`m into ? Am I giving a 100% to all my duties ?

As my age progresses , I realize what a gem of a lady she is ,and I`m totally spellbound by her capabilities and sacrifices .I admire her a lot .Her life is teaching  us a lot of lessons . Hats off to that wonderful lady in my life ....

Mom you are the best and there  are no words to praise you enough !!! Keep guiding us always as you do now , for without you our life is meaningless !!! 

Now when she has crossed 70 , as I  watch her ....I see helplessness , fear , emotionally tied up , worry and anxiety in her eyes . Her eyes seem to ask for appreciation , for love ,seeking attention from all her loved ones ...and with that whole motto in her mind  she strains herself to hear the speeches of guru ....to change her into a better person ....Let me tell you ...Amma  ,you don`t need to listen to any prabhashan ....you don`t need to change ......You are indeed a very unique person .....the leg pulling we do every time with you .....is just a way of ours to get your attention ....nothing more .....

Do forgive us for all the hurts we have given you all the way ......forgive us for the immature minds of ours ....We understand  your intentions are always pure and unconditional ....it is we who take it the wrong way :-(

                                         Pitha ...My Father ! ! !

Tall and handsome is how I would describe him ....for if you ask me what his prominent qualities are I would say ...Easy going and Loving !!!

Acha is so easy going . we have never seen him angry . Yes , my childhood memories do have a picture of an angry young man , but then managing two chatterboxes would never had been a easy job ;-)

Lovable as he is ....He is never tired of expressing his love his loved ones .I must say kids are his weakness , and for them he is always their moon appoppa :-)

He love crowds , enjoys a house full of people .....and if alone  he seem so distant 

He introduced us to the world of reading ....from Amar chitra kathas to Vanitha 
to Aeosep`s  fables to Vikramaitya stories .............the list goes on ....

Now as he crosses 80 , I see him so lonely ......he still enjoys the crowds ...kids are still his weakness ....but then I feel he is lost in his own thoughts most of the time ......I always wonder  what must be going through his mind ?  Is he feeling lonely ? Is he too craving for  more love and attention ?  Or is he scared ?  

As Infinitheism  Rangarajan  Sir  ,says in his speeches ....however hard we try ...we will never be able to find out what goes in the mind of others ...however much we love them .....even then it is impossible for us to read what is going on in their minds ....because it is impossible for us to go behind the eye balls of our loved ones  to  see and to  feel the world the way they are feeling !!!

Acha ,you are the best father .....no doubt ....I still remember the return from your tours ....our visit to Lakshmi stores ....the Sunday feasts... the movies you took us to ....everything .......

Love you both ...........God blessed us by giving such wonderful parents and  we are indeed thankful to him 

                                  Guru ...My Teachers

Remembering all my teachers ......from the nursery to post graduation......A big salute to all of them ....without their support and proper guidance I would never have been what I am today !!!

Some faces do come to my mind ......Thankom teacher , Vimala teacher , The sisters of our Convent who taught us the basics of  English to the pronunciation......the faculties of the colleges ...Sukumaran sir  , Chandran sir ......

Guruve  Namah !!!

                                  Daivam  ....My Lord

Most importantly..... the one and only force that holds all of us ....The lord ....from Rishimangalam  Krishna  to Attukal devi ............Bowing to all you with a koopu kai .......seeking blessing from each one of  you .............and I would like to thank my parents , and my grandmother ...who taught us the way to peace ....the bhajans, the slokas , the sandhya  keerthanas ....... who taught us the different rituals and ways to seek the blessings of Almighty ... 

                                                                      God Bless !!!

Pebbles

                       Pebbles  .... Oru  Ormakootu !!!

Pebbles is what I like to call my Blog . Well many names wandered in the mind ......A journey down lane , Memories , Smrithikal ............hey  even Bubbles :-)

But then finally I decided to go with   Pebbles : Oru  Ormakootu  ......Yes,  indeed pebbles they are ...recollection of small events ....some happenings .......raw and unpolished as they are ....stored in my memory ...some   sweet ,bitter  ,funny ,sad and happy happenings  of my life 

Pebbles  small and tiny as they are ...with them here I am building a castle of memories ....Oru Ormakootu !!!

First and foremost , I would like to dedicate this to my my strength and weakness ...........my  loving parents , my dearest hubby , my little flower buds S & S , my sweet sister , my wonderful brother , my adorable cousins , my close friends and ............................to my entire familyyyyyyy    &  friends ....well that would say it all !!

As my mind take me down memory lane , pictures come flashing into my mind .The incidents maybe random  from here and there as it comes  ,sometimes raw ,rude ,untidy and maybe funny at times . I am trying to draw a picture of my life as and how the memories flash into my mind .Mind it ...it may not be orderly ;-) .But then dear friend ,all my thoughts and views expressed here ,disclosed here are purely from my heart , and I have no intention of hurting anyone in particular .