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Thursday, July 18, 2013
- When travelling using public/common transport, use head phones to listen to your favourite music
- When searching for stuff at the super market, put your trolley aside, not to block other people from looking out for their stuff.
- When you get your chance after waiting in a queue (at an ATM or a ticket counter or elsewhere), try to make it quick. There are other people waiting. (Of course you got to finish your job, but avoid spending unnecessary time.)
- When you are on the lookout for vacant parking space, make sure your hunt does not lead to traffic jam behind. May be someone is in a hurry.
- When boarding a train/bus/flight, try to settle on your seats as soon as possible. There might be an elderly/sick passenger waiting behind.
- When you do not get a table at a restaurant, wait patiently. It’s annoying if you signal to other diners to quit.
- Finally, wipe off the toilet seat after using the toilet at your work place/any public place.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
- Golu was started as a custom to promote business of clay idols and generate revenue when the crops failed. I am impressed by this kind of thinking.
- The way the dolls are arranged in nine steps has a concept behind. The top most steps is normally reserved for idols of Gods and Goddesses, the next is for saints and divine people, and then the next for great men like freedom fighters and social workers. Then comes the space for business men followed by common people. The last few steps are reserved for animals, birds and insects. The hierarchy is self explanatory.
Rangoli is another form of art that is displayed during these nine days. Also it’s a great opportunity for singers, be it professional or amateurs. Singing bhajans and devotional songs in front of the Golu is a custom when we visit friends during the nine days. Also there are a number of concerts arranged specially during this festival time. This provided opportunity to many budding artists.
Now having said all this, I am awaiting the day when I can re-create the good old days of Navarathri and have my daughter enjoy the spirit of the festival as I did in my childhood days.
Below is a picture of golu that was arranged by my aunt in Coimbatore.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
As I reached home, I found the house full of students. Admist them was my mother, glancing at a book through her reading glasses. I refreshed myself and ran to the kitchen shouting for my evening coffee. She came in a second later and started preparing my coffee. Then came in one the kids asking something. I shouted at her, asking her to get back to her seat and wait for two minutes. I hate it when someone gets between when she prepares my evening coffee and snacks.
Ten minutes and I was off to accompany my mother with my scheduled job of teaching. One hour had gone and mom reminded me that it was time to go for our dance rehearsal. She was already kick-starting the 'sunny'. After assigning them work, We left the stundents under my bro's supervision and proceeded to the choreographer's house.
Being known for her punctuality, we were at the spot on time to find no one else there. In the hall, we sat facing each other on the sofa. She looked at my wrist and suddenly something flashed across her mind. She spoke slowly, "I have got 9 rakhis at home. Tomorrow is Rakshabandan. All of them will be present at our place for avaniavittam. You can tie the rakhis then. Also I got 10 pieces of Diary milk. When you tie a rakhi you need to give a sweet also" I smiled. I wanted to ask how she knew what I thought hours ago and had already forgotten. But then I knew she did the shopping in the early hours of the day, long before I thought about it. Then I said, "for whom is that extra diary milk?" She said "That is for your uncle's helper boy, Murugan. Poor boy, he will feel left alone. So give him one too."
It might be apt to say 'Ask and you shall receive' when you talk about GOD. When it comes to her,
it's 'Think and you have received already.'
Nine years pass by since you bid adieu. But what I am today is what you did to me.
Monday, August 23, 2010
This post is to celebrate this year’s Rakshabandan and to wish all my brothers. Fortunately enough, I have always been surrounded by brothers from the time I can recall my memory. They are the best bunch – be it fun, talent or anything else. All the more I always was the only sis they had for a long time. Likewise my uncle always used to call me ‘Princess’. Being the only girl in a large family definitely has it’s own advantages. But the disadvantage was that you would be left alone at times. But this never was an issue, as I used to join these chaps in all their activities. I even remember playing street cricket with them at times or roam around the colony riding bicycles.
Rakshabandan normally falls on the same day as ‘avaniavittam’, a small festival celebrated by ‘Brahmins’. On this day, normally all the boys gather at one place to perform a rituals and change their ‘Poonal’ (the sacred thread). Also this day they get small gifts mostly in the form of money from the elders in the family. The first time I celebrated Rakshabandan was on of those days when all the boys had gathered in my uncle’s place. I can recollect the excitement I had that day to Rakhi. My mother had got the bands ready along with some chocolates. Since morning I waited for the arrival of each one of them and thrust the dairy milk into their hands and tied the rakhi. Then at the time of lunch, it was my little sis’s (the youngest) turn. She got the boys’s lined up and tied the rakhi. I bet that she being the youngest won the collection that day.
Here are a few photographs of this wonderful bunch.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Today I sit here thinking about the drama that was executed this day, this time, exactly eight years back when you bid adieu. Since then, there has been too many things happening around. So I just thought of letting you know what all you have missed to witness in this world till date.
If you could have postponed your journey by one year and a half, you could have witnessed your daughter’s convocation ceremony. All I could do is visualize you distributing sweets to your pals to celebrate your daughter becoming a graduate engineer. Also you would have seen your son passing out his board exams with flying colours, which I am sure was most awaited by you. Very soon did I get through my job interview. I did move out to a new phase of my life, while my sweet bro got into his engineering course with ease. Things happened so in such quick succession, but without your physical presence. All I could do was visualize the happiness on your passionate face.
Soon I got going with my job and I started realizing how much you missed the small milestones I reached. My first salary, the first gift I could get you, the first ever business card I got printed for myself, the scooty pep I bought, the weekend trips I made to CBE, the appreciation letters I received, the first promotion and so the list is endless. All I could do is shed a few tears for you before I got to bed every night.
As you taught me, Time waits for no man. Soon it was my brother’s turn to get through three job interviews consecutively even before he was certified as an engineer. Soon he passed through all the good things that happened to me as mentioned earlier. He didn’t stop there, for he got through his fourth one also with ease. By this time, I had already left the country to get my bread faster and better. All I could do was to visualize how you would have felt when you saw him in his formal shirts and pants, riding his bike to office every day.
Thus seven years passed and now it was time for me to tie my knots and move into another phase of life. I know you missed this a lifetime. But all I could do was to place your portrait on the dais.
All this time, I told you about the good things that took place. I don’t want to take you through the little unfortunate things we got through. All I would say is that I know you wanted to guide us through the bad phase of life as well. All I could do was watch your portrait for a minute whenever I felt your guidance was required.
Now here are a couple of points that you will be glad to know. Your son is very much like you. That is very much enough to get thoughts about you to flash across the mind of any soul. Also of late we had a chance to meet many of your friends. Every time I meet someone, my heart beats faster when they talk about you or shed a tear for you.
Now as I complete this short letter, I realized that you are omnipresent and probably you would have witnessed all the incidents that I narrated from the other world. It’s just that you are invisible to us. Though your voice is not audible to the world, it is being heard deep by our minds. The fact is that I have been missing you all this time!!!
Eight years pass by since you bid adieu. But what I am today is what you did to me.
With Tons of luv,
Your beloved child