Achan-Amma's Garden @ Arunoday

 Started by Achan, amma continues with her additions and deletions, based on our needs.

This has been the addition from her - the pomegranates. First she started feeding us all, and now started growing them. 

Flowers where always there, Achan started planting them, and amma continues. 

Amma got this from Thara's house. 

This is something she has been spreading everywhere - Now you find this in many of her friends house , There are two of these in the bridge.

Chetti was since achan's time.

This is from Chennai - in the pot, lovely smell.

Maylanji

Pomegranates ready to be plucked?  Not yet, it needs to become red. 

Favorite of us all - The bitter guards

The moon shines amids the coconut tree - The tri - Looks like Achama, Achan and Ammuma

The mangoes on the mango tree, Jackfruits on the jackfruit tree with coconut tree and banana plant

Can you count the jackfruits?

This is where he lie, between his plants

Achan's favorite  kaya and Chena

Chembu

Chena

This is what we got, to have a different color, as all leaves were green. This too have reached many houses.

The shoeflower

Pumpkin and Guavas 

Nutmegs - This is what we have lost after dad. When we moved to this house, he cut the clove, saving it takes lot of space, and now, we have no more nutmegs, as amma says, collecting and preserving it is difficult and it is not always possible to keep track of its cost. 

The Tapioca's  - Our Potato's we can make anything and everything out of these 

Bananas not yet ready to be plucked

Coconuts in great demand

Coconut and areknut tree - Everyone told dad to cut this coconut tree as it was just next to the kitchen, and he told all "Thengu Chadikillya' 25 years before. It's still there. 

The papayas

The well, into which my father liked to get down as often as possible, and his plan

With Amma's additions.

Praying  that there is always Arunoday on Arunoday. 

Schoolies

Between then and now, so much have changed. School was the foundation that sustain us, and has a big role in what we are today, our teachers were our nurturing mother, and schoolies our earliest friends with whom we carry lovely memories to reminisce. February 15th 1992 was our farewell day, and many of us have never met since then, some of them had become thick of friends, always together and few others, just in touch. We have moved and are scatted across the globe nurturing generation next, some have taken up their journey to the heavenly abode as well. Unfortunately we did not have a common directory of all class mates then. Thanks to technology, slowly we started catching up - first with Orkut, then with email groups, which moved to Face book page which brought us to a whatsapp group created with the intent to unite and bring together as many of our schoolies together. After 22 years few of the , class mates met on 4th May 2014 at Powai; and so began reunions. It was not just an yearly affair, it happened as and when possible, all across; few of us visited school together in August 2015 and had a get together with our teachers as well. 

First it was St. Judes School, from where a couple of them joined the new one. Patel Miss, Betty Miss, Jessy Miss, set our basic foundations. Amazing long walks with Raju and Rajani - either with their parents our ours, cannot be forgotten. As we travel down the memory lane, we remember the morning school assembly, the news, prayers and exercise, how we got into classes after that in line being checked by council members for the tie, badge and to see if the shoe is polished. Late commers were always made to stand out. Oh Man! We can go on and on. Charlie Chips, popcorn and Vada pav from canteen served by Girish Bhai and Raju Bhai. Being a girls schools; there were only handful of guys, we got to met in the school campus - The watchman, two office staff, two bhai's in the canteen, and for a very short period of time a PT Sir. Did all the girls together make Yadhav sir run away from school? How fortunate were we to have Gladys Miss as our English teacher, who was in the same school as the likes of Girish Karnad and Shashi Kapoor. An anglo Indian, she was the only teacher in high school who used to come to school wearing frocks, we did have Colin Miss in the primary schools, who still played guitar for school annual day events. A school for girls founded in 1974, owned and managed by the Maharashtra Holy Cross Sisters Society, a member of the religious congregation namely "The Sisters of Mercy of the Holy Cross" founded by Fr. Thedosius Florentini and Mother Maria Theresa Scherer in 1856 in Switzerland, our principal then was Sr. Mercy, Senior, we also had another Sr. Mercy Junior who used to teach us science. They inculcated in us Gandhian value of 'Simple living and high thinking'. We did have couple of other sisters as well teaching us like Sr. Neeta who was very strict and very particular about handwriting, Sister Jaya, but most of them were teachers, Few of them were a terror to all, some of them were liked by a few but others felt that they torchered them, while there were few teachers like Geetha Miss who was liked by all. She was always in the forefront, weather it be for Annual day, sports day, Guide, and was always one among the students. The various plays that she used to teach children for annual days were unique and outstanding. While Geetha Miss, Nigam Miss and Savita Miss helped us improve our Hindi, Lathike Miss, Louis Miss and Ghokhle Miss helped us with our Marathi. Kalyani Miss set our base with Mathematics, which was developed by Jessy Miss and polished by Prasanna Miss. We used to be in Aww of Alice Miss hair and often asked her how she maintained it, she taught us Chemistry, while Lathika Miss taught us Physics and Omana Miss taught us Biology, with the science class been taken by Beena miss. Our introduction to social science was given by Vikshalakshi miss, while Annie miss took us into the world of Geography, letting us live in igloos, tropical forests and greenlands. Sister Neetha and Sister Jaya, had a tough time making us remember dates and events from history and introducing us to the civics. There was another Jessy Miss who introduced us to economics, Bharathi miss helped us improve our drawing and craft work, while Aahere miss ensured that we participated in sports activities. We had PT period once a week, and Mass PT every Wednesday with different uniform. Motto of our school was 'Truth and Duty' ; with emphasis on love of God and service of man. So in high schools, girls had an option to choose between guide, social service and LTS. Margret Miss along with Geetha miss thought us different knots, songs and took us camping and hiking during our Guide sessions, praising Beden Powel. Margret Miss along with Chandoke Miss taught us English during the initial days. Rita Miss and Geeta Varghese Miss had set our basics. 

When they played an important role, in who we become or have become, it was schoolies, who helped create memories, each unique with varied talents. Over the years, some have developed it, and some have turned out into an all together different individual. It is so nostalgic, enriching and blissful to get in touch with each one of them, to learn and understand from them, and grow with them. With many people comming together, different groups could be formed, for charitable purpose, to meet/have fun, and to provide mutual help, which are all so rewarding. There are also differences of opinions, priorities, and needs. Hope and wish that we are able to find all our schoolies, and remain together - because Har dosth jaruri hai.

Amma - Mother

As always, after work discussion, in our official calls; we do discuss the festivals, weekend plans etc. As a part of which, the question popped up asking, what was the plans for the mother's day? Every Second Sunday of May, is celebrated as mothers day, and this year it falls on the 10th of May. In US children go to visit parents, with flowers, cards and gifts. Roots of the origin of the day lies in the time a woman called Anna Jarvis had held a memorial for her mother when she passed away in 1905. She did that at St Andrew’s Methodist Church in Grafton, West Virginia, the same place where the International Day shrine is held. It was also her who had started a campaign to recognize Mother’s Day as a holiday in the United States.Even though her efforts were defeated and the request to observe the day as a holiday was denied, she persisted. In 1941, Woodrow Wilson signed a proclamation after which the second Sunday in the month of May was declared as a national holiday to honor mothers.The day is celebrated at different places on different dates. In UK, it is celebrated on the fourth Sunday of March commemorating the memory of Mother Church on Christian Mothering Sunday. In Greece, however, it is celebrated on February 2, linking the day with Eastern Orthodox celebration.

Team India's unanimous answer was, every day is mother's day for us. In India we do nothing special this day; and we honour and remember our mother's daily. The importance of mothers needs no retelling. Our lives are stitched with their presence, both visible and invisible. There is none of us without our mothers, and there is nothing wrong in either celebrating her everyday, or have a single day for her. The most unconditional love that one would see anywhere is that of a mother for her Children; if there is anything more, it could be in some cases to her grandchildren. But that is more of caring.


Remember having written about Amma some years back, and how all mothers are crazy, and pat came back fire; saying how dare I call mothers Crazy - it's because I do not understand them. Well so could be, so could be not. It most do take a mother to appreciate another. Mother is a verb as well as a noun, so is she. Some people had great mothers but lost them, some had or have mothers, who are very dear to them, and some have mothers who never mothered them or stopped mothering them for some reason. I was fed; I was washed; I was clothed; I was taught; I was cared; I was guided, I was scolded, I was nurtured, I was protected, I was done and taken care of by mother, in all the ways she could and more. We have had our ups and downs, and still do. But I know deep down, there is no one who would love me, care for me, irrespective of my flaws, as she does. And I do have her in me - though I have always claimed, that I am more like my father. So quick fixes, in cooking, or dressing. Her dreams had been my dreams. A very independent person, she is so very efficient, capable, and do so many things in parallel, it is difficult to comprehend. Not just me, she was and is a mother to so many who are in need; as she is a daughter to so many around. Very few could be like her; for most of them would love their family - but it takes some extra heart to consider every human from the service providers, and the unknown - not only our kith and kin as our own.

Universally - Covid is special this mother's day. A Very hard Mother's day: Seattle man loses mom, 2 sisters to coronavirus - It was a hurting article to read; so also there are many; who would be missing their mother's this mother's day - not necessarily because of Covid. This includes Rajesh, given his mother passed away in August 2019.The loss is irreplaceable, and something that cannot be described or quantified. For each their own. That is one living mother, who gives birth, or brings us up. But, in parallel we do have many more mothers that brought us up and keep us going, and if we be the same to those around us,

Let us cherish, and Thank our mother when they are around, and pray for them, wherever they are. Let us imbibe in us a living lesson on unconditional, unspoken, Universal Love!

From 'The Maria Goretti Corner'

My mother taught me ..
All that I am..
Everything I do ..
She was strict ..
She was kind..
She did not have riches ..
But was rich ,of a different kind ..
She taught me not to waste ..
She made me slow down ,when I was in a haste ...
She told me , not to be in a hurry, to date ..
I will find what .has to be mine ..
Somewhere ,in this life time ..
Just wait ..
She taught me to have faith ..
To have immense hope..
To never give up ..
To work hard..
To not hold grudges..
To always be kind..
To not talk about anyone , that’s not right ..
To mind my own business..
To stand up for what is right ..
I have seen her struggle...
I have seen her cry ..
I have seen her go to work in heat and pouring rain ..
And also mend my shoes ,make me pretty dresses, garden, climb trees and put clothes out to dry ..
She taught me how to knit, crochet, cross-stich and darn..
She always did her best ..
And always kept us from harm..
And prayed that we always , would be happy in life...
At the end of the day ..
Our Mothers just love us, even if we may turn out , not all right !
.
And when we turn Mothers ..
We understand them better ..
And then we try and make right , where we went wrong ...
But we all have our own paths ..
And that’s where , we will tread ..
Just remember , you are you , because your mama was brave enough to never give up on you ..
With all, that she did and said ..
.
I wish I knew how to be a mom ..
But I’m learning through my mistakes et all..
Sometimes when I look at myself , through my kids eyes..
I see a dragon, all claws and fire , snarling outside ..
But inside all I want ,is that my kids turn out fine ...
That they are kind, brave ,strong and stand on the side of goodness , most of the time..
That they are happy ,from their insides and have enough to laugh about ..
And want to hug me , as long as I’m around...
And when my circle comes to an end ..
They remember me with laughs ..
And say , “God ! What a dragon she was , but loved us , as crazily as a bear who would brave stinging bees for honey !
Crazy kook Mommy ..

Sisters

Blessed are those who have sisters as their siblings. There might be many sisters around the world; but having one who is always there for you, to accept you as you are; to bear all your anger and short temper; and yet love you the same, is indeed a bliss. It makes me good and feel very proud to have a sister like you.

I might make fun of you when you keep telling, sit let us talk, but I am really glad, I have someone to tell me that. I might say 'shey' when you want to give me a hug many times, but I am really glad, I have someone to give me that. I might not say always, but I am so proud to have a sister like you, for what you are. Normally younger sister's follow the older ones, but it seems, here I have been following you; first to Chennai, then to US, then getting married, and the journey continue. Thank you for all the support and guidance.



You are one of the most important people, and I think I tell you first, almost everything that I have to let go. As kids, we lived together, we laughed, we cried, we fought, we suffered, we went to school together, we spend our vacations together, there is so much I learned from you. You let go, all the pranks I played on you. One of the best gifts, I had from God was having you. The best thing, is you are always there, a back up for everything, I would have to do. Your love for mom, make you do things by default. Seeing the pic of Neil, in your hands was a bliss! Can't forget that day, that moment.

“Side by side or miles apart we are sisters connected by the heart. Because I have a sister I will always have a friend. Our paths may change as life goes along but our bond as sisters will remain ever strong. Sisters make the bad times good and the good times unforgettable.”

There is no better friend, than a sister, and there is no better sister than you. Wishing you worlds best, Now and always!

Achan

Indeed 'A better man', that I have known, reading the book; did make me think of him more - and Rishi Kapoors interview with Simi Garewal, and Devi's blog on Fatherless added icing to the pain. Do every Child try to be like his father or want to be better than him?

Like Mukundan in 'The better Man', or how Rishi wanted to maintain a distance with Ranbir as he was with his father Raj Kapoor? Then like Devi who blogs at http://deviharidas.blogspot.com/2020/05/fatherless.html#comment-form ; I too wonder:

How do you get used to a father gone from your midst? The grief first shrouds you, then pulverizes your soul and finally drills a gaping hole that would never get filled..it remains there as a reminder of what was lost and what can never be found.


And it reminds you everyday of the joys and bonds of being a daughter – being a princess to your father – with a father’s death, the ‘daughter of a father’ also dies. It tells you of the smokescreen life that we lead – all the materiality in the world and the flimsiness of it all – it takes but a moment for all this to come crashing down – it took but a few moments for his laughter to end and his presence lost forever. And then I think of the callousness of my complaints – my job, a worthless promotion, a verbal spat with someone and an endless list of troubles…Troubles I call them? How does it even equal in the greatest grief of all – of a parent gone and never to return?


And life changes forever – every silent hour is deafening, absence more prominent than ever before – not a musical note that I can appreciate without tears in my eyes, not a laugh that I can end without thinking of him, not an art performance that I can breathe in without thinking of the man who introduced me to all the art and artists of the world, (the greatest epics of Ramayana and Mahabharath; was wondering who would introduce it to Neil - Thanks to Covid - DD did). And perhaps he left behind a bit of him in me – and each musical note, each chore at home and each rational (and irrational) thought brings me closer to his being.

Perhaps I honour him with each pure thought, each kind word and each rational act and I owe him my unbiased upbringing, my anti-extremist views and the will to never merge into the ‘crowd’ – for with his life he showcased the simplicity of a good life – all it needs is unconditional giving, a will of your own, fair thinking and the grit to live by your own ethos and principles.


And what remains is me and the zillion moments of beauty that he introduced me to for who am I without him – perhaps an extension of him and all I can ensure is to live by his tenets, continue the web of relationships that he spun to perfection, fight for the equality that he always ‘did’ than ‘said’ and continue my journey for appreciating art for simply being art and never anything else.


So I ask myself again - how do you get used to a father gone? The answer is never…

ഒരു ദശമുഖം

🙏 രാധേശ്യാം..

ഇന്ന് നല്ല ഒരു ദിനം .. നമ്മുടെ ഇതുവരെയുള്ള യാത്രകളെ അനുസ്മരിക്കുന്ന _ഒരു
ദശമുഖം-എന്ന ഒരു സോവനീർ ഇന്ന്, രാധാഷ്ടമി നാളിൽ പ്രകാശനം ചെയ്തു .ശ്രീമതി .വനജ വേണുഗോപാലിന്റെ മരുമകന്റെ സ്ഥാപനം (infoclub prints .Olari Tcr.)

ഉൽഘാടന വേളയിൽ ആണ് ഈ പ്രകാശനകർമ്മം നടന്നത്. ഈ സോവനീറിന്റെ പിന്നിൽ പ്രവൃത്തിച്ചത് ശ്രീമതി. വനജ വേണുഗോപാൽ ,തങ്കമണി രാമചന്ദ്രൻ ,കനകൻ ചേട്ടൽ ,വേണുചേട്ടൻ , വിജയകുമാർ പൈങ്കൽ എന്നിവർക്ക് ഭഗവത് സ്മൃതിയുടെ എല്ലാ അംഗങ്ങളുടെയും പേരിൽ .. ഒരായിരംനന്ദി ..നന്ദി ..നന്ദി

Mom's dream come true moment. Proud of Amma!

🙏🏻10 വർഷമായി ഭക്തർക്കു വേണ്ടി ഇന്ത്യയിലെ സുപ്രധാന ക്ഷേത്രങ്ങളിലേക്ക് തീർത്ഥാടന യാത്രകൾ സംഘടിപ്പിച്ചു വരുന്ന 'ഭഗവത് സ്മൃതി ' ഈ വർഷം ഇന്ത്യക്കു പുറത്ത് നേപ്പാളിലേക്കും യാത്ര നയിക്കുകയാണ്.ഈ യാത്രകൾക്ക് നേതൃത്വം നൽകുന്ന ആചാര്യൻ ശ്രീ ഹരി നാരായണൻ തിരുമേനി, ശ്രീ.മുരളി തിരുമേനി, ശ്രീ കനകൻ 🙏🙏🙏💐💐💐തുടങ്ങി എല്ലാവർക്കും അഭിനന്ദനത്തിന്റെ പൂച്ചെണ്ടുകൾ: ഈ സന്ദർഭത്തിൽ അവസരോചിതമായി വളരെ യത്നിച്ച് ഒരു യാത്രാ സ്മൃതി സമർപ്പിക്കാൻ മുൻകയ്യെടുത്ത ശ്രീമതി.വനജ വേണുഗോപാലും അണിയറ പ്രവർത്തകരും തികച്ചും ശ്ലാഘനീയമായ ഒരു സദ് പ്രവൃത്തിയാണ് ചെയ്തത്.അവർക്കും അഭിനന്ദനത്തിന്റെ പൂച്ചെണ്ടുകൾ സമർപ്പിക്കുന്നു.💐💐💐💐 ഹൃദയപൂർവം, വേണുഗോപാൽ, അമ്പാടി, .

Father's day...

Missing my father ....But was inspired by fathers who play both fathers and mothers role, had three of them , but Thanks to Ramya Udayan could spend quality time with her very positive, ever smiling (externally to give strength to his children) father with nostalgic story reminiscing the times spend with my father. The story was about a boy who lost both his parents. He was so heartbroken that he kept crying at their funeral pyre and pleading 'Yama' God of Death, to take him as well. God said nobody could leave this earth untill their time is over. The boy had no means of earning his livelihood. He was Blessed with the cure to remove poison from snake bite. He went to the neighbourhood village and brought back to life a wealthy man's daughter who was about to die. Later he married her, became wealthy and had many children. As he was leading a happy life, one day when he was about to take bath in his pond he saw the reflection of yama. Yama said it was time for him to leave earth. But he said he could not leave his wife and children and would want to live. Yama said that is not possible. Nobody would get extra time on this earth - Jisha Jose Ramya Udayan , Soumya Udayan Some super heroes don't have capes but are Dad's.

Udayan uncle never made his children realise the loss of their mother; but soon after her death; on their wedding Anniversery he too passed away.

The women is a reflection of her man. And this happens at time. Spouse departs within a year of the other.

Dad although you are no longer with me, I still think about you and miss you so much.Often remember my fathers favorite quotes: 'All for himself, God for all'; 'Time and Tide waits for No Man'.

Parents…..

Children begin by obeying their parents,
After a time they judge them,
Rarely if ever do they forgive them……

As children we are always with parents, listen to them, but when we start growing….well the above words says it all….would pray to GOD, that it should not happen to me, at least the third line. And because now I still love them, I thought of putting down all my feelings, so that it would be a reminder for me in the future too…..

Also right from the age of 10 or so, every year used to give some small token as gift for their anniversary which is on the 24th of January. This year could not do so, and therefore thought let this be our gift to them.

They were there every time we cried growing; they jumped with joy, when we first stood up. They send us to the best of schools, cooked our favorite food, brought things for us, instead of themselves during the difficult days. Took us to doctor when we were sick, gave their savings to meet our needs. Gave up their friends and relations, for us and our grand parents, i.e. for their parents….We love and care for you, for all that you’ve done for us thro these years. Hope that we could do the things, the way you do. Thank you God, for given us them. Which indeed is our greatest gift… ‘FATHER AND MOTHER I LOVE YOU’. That’s family….

It touches my heart to see people who are deprived of their love, either because God has taken back one of them, or though they are alive, both are not together, either because of ill health, or because of the craze for money, or to earn a lively hood, or because of some misunderstanding….

Two souls with different desires, ambitions, aims, coming together…its indeed an uphill task, for ‘Men are from mars and Women are from Venus.’

To begin with my Achan, he is a very short-tempered, sincere, hardworking and honest person, who cannot simply sit doing nothing, either he has to work, talk or watch TV, if he is not sleeping. He doesn’t think when to speak what and to whom, he would tell anything to anyone, and do not keep any grudge against anyone. He doesn’t care if the other person is interested in listening to his talks. A true man, who had enjoyed all the whims and fancies of life, with lots and lots of courage, to face things as they come, and have seen no person like him, who does not work for money, nor do have a need to save it. His favorite quotes are: time and tide waits for no man, and All for himself and God for all.

To speak about my amma, she was another mom for so many people…. A very simple and down to earth person. She has an especial ability to know the needs of the needy and do things for them. Many people can do things, but very few really has a heart to do it, and she is one of them. She takes up responsibility, understanding it, and not because anyone tells her to do. She loves teaching, and belives that education is a very important thing, and wants every people around to be educated. I remember how she used to teach people people around at kalyan east..Lyla and all to write their names…If not for her, we would not have been what we are today. Even now she is very much interested in learning new things like computer, emailing, sms etc.

Well that is something that keeps a balance here. While she is interested in this, father is interested in driving. Mother is more interested in indoor activity, while father is interested in outdoor works. But both of them believe that, their role in the society is to set right the things at home, and in their immediate family, and if each one in the world would feel so, the world would be a better place to live in.

They keep on doing things, without expecting anything in return. …well for children and parents everyone do, but they do it for those who they think help is needed.

Sincerely owing reasons and responsibilities to you….’ Sorry, for having ever hurt both of you.

Indeed my parents are here because of their parents, i.e. my grandparents…who are the sine co non for us. After my 12th and my sisters 10th, though we had good prospects, in Mumbai, they shifted to kerala, because for them it was their Mother and Motherland, that was dear…My fathers mother was not keeping well then, and we moved to kerala. With their blessings could have a home here at Potta, and my Achamma died here, on May 27th 1997, the English date was exactly the same, by Achachan too had died on May 27th but 1982. My muttachan passed away in March 2001, and since then again humarey pass ‘ma’ hey…Now I can understand the significance of the dialogue in Deewar.Thank you Dad….

Ammuma keeps giving good advises, which many may not like, she is infact a nimisha kavy.....if she had good formal education, she would have been a great writer for sure...though having studied only upto 4th, she is so well versed with the epics, even a bit of English, hindi and tamil....she keeps telling, dont be like Kudhikunikey pakshey, whose action indicates it asking 'Ennolam ponnu undoo Kolagathu....' Two things I have learned from this:
1.What we know is like drops in the ocean, what we have to learn is vast like the sea before...
2.So we should never be proud, or show off, what we have, and infact, Kadikudikugay anangilum mudey kudikanam....

She is the most modern person with her outlooks, who has a good emotional control, inspite of her forgetfulness and ill health......Kudose to you....I guess the presence of an elderly person at home makes a good positive difference, which the present generation fail to understand, and it is becoming a universal fact that people today conside old people at home to be an hinderance....Again remember but not correctly an couplet from Gyanapana: Satthukal shiksheche cholumbool, shatruvey poley krindhikunu chillar....

Speech or talk can make or break the barriers. And that is why my father to break the barrier speaks to all. But there are some, who do not want to break it, and when there are opportunity to break the barrier, tries to prevent it. For that we have airtel…right…..But then tongue weighs next to nothing, and it is difficult to control it right......

30th wedding anniversery of my parents on 24th January

Well it was the 30th wedding anniversery of my parents on 24th January, and then I had thought, of putting this, but somehow, was quite engaged in work……..

Little things, just wishing, sharing of little movements of joy, a call, an email makes us happy, But in this busy world, at time we either forget, or don’t realize...

Had send a mail to my sis saying:

IT IS A GOD WRITTEN TRUTH TO HAVE A PARTNER IN LIFE, THE ULTIMATE AIM BEING MAN CANNOT SURVIVE FOR LONG WITHOUT A PARTNER...IN THIS LONG JOURNEY OF LIFE, WE COME ACROSS MANY SUCH SITUATIONS WHERE WE NEED SOME MORAL SUPPORT FROM SOMEONE SO CLOSE TO US, SOMEBODY WHOSE HANDS WE CAN RELIABLY HOLD ON TO FEEL THAT "OK, I'M NOT ALONE IN THIS GAME, I'VE A PARTNER TO SHARE THE FRUITS OF MY LIFE, BE IT SUCCESS, BE IT FAILURE"..........IT GIVES A LOT OF POSITIVE ENERGY..........MORE THAN THAT, IT HELPS US BRING OUT A LOT OF POSITIVE ENERGY HIDDEN INSIDE US........THIS FOR SURE HELPS US ACHIEVE OUR GOAL OR THE ULTIMATE AIM OF OUR LIFE...As per the mail........

AS THEY SAY EVEN IN MANAGEMENT...WHAT ONE MAN CANNOT DO TWO CAN DO.... WHAT ONE MAN CAN DO.... TWO CAN DO STILL BETTER............BETTER R THEY WHEN THEY R FRIENDS...SO MANY MARRIAGES BREAK...WHICH IS HURTING...............BUT IT DOESNT MEAN THAT I WILL OR WILL NOT MARRY...MARRIAGE IS FINE, BUT IF IT DOES NOT HAPPEN IT DOES NOT MEAN THAT MY LIFE IS DEPENDENT ON IT...

YOU LIVE LIFE ONLY ONCE, IT IS NOT TO MAKE ADJUSTMENTS, CRY AND SPEND...YOU SHOULD MARRY ONLY THE PERSON YOU FEEL YOU CAN LIVE WITH, BETTER YOU MARRY THE PERSON, WITHOUT WHOM YOU CANNOT LIVE, AND FOR THAT YOU NEED TO WAIT...AND ONCE YOU DECIDE, THE DECISION SHOULD BE FINAL...

TO MARRY YOU GOT TO FIND SOMEBODY WHO LIKES THE SAME STUFF. NO PERSON REALLY DECIDES BEFORE THEY GROW UP WHO THEY'RE GOING TO MARRY. GOD DECIDES IT ALL WAY BEFORE, AND YOU GET TO FIND OUT LATER WHO YOU'RE STUCK WITH,ISNT IT?.

NO AGE IS GOOD TO GET MARRIED AT. AT TIMES I FEEL, YOU GOT TO BE A FOOL TO GET MARRIED. IT'S BETTER FOR GIRLS TO BE SINGLE BUT NOT FOR BOYS. BOYS NEED SOMEONE AFTER THEM.

But indeed we should not miss even the smallest opportunity to serve own parents!!!!!!!

Too much of sentiments cleans your mind n body together !!!May God bless all of US to achieve more milestones in life.....Everything is in his hands and as per his will.......

Mother-Today is her day…

Birthdays are like fresh bloom flowers, that promise us of joyful hours, amidst lives garden glowing insight, of Gods loving crystal light…Another time, to halt at and think over…. As a child one of the often recited quote by me, my sis and cousin, was ‘There is only one perfect child and every mother has it’ This is simply the law of nature…Just as it is said…. The things that we desire in life are expensive, but the truth is that the things that really satisfy us are absolutely free…. Love, joy, laughter and friends…. Mothers are simply crazy people…It is difficult to phantom their thought… Normally for many- birthday is a time for celebrations…Last month celebrated fathers Shastipurthi…. with so many people around…. and today there is nobody at home, and no Gas to prepare food…

And just before today, i.e yesterday, when ammas younger sister, Girija chitta celebrated her birthday with Raghee, ‘Ramanilayam’ the first house I was into since my birth, the dream of my grandparents, a part of their life time achievement….the house in which we had spend better part of our childhood holidays, plucking mangoes, eating jackfruits, running around squirrel, breaking cashewnuts, swinging, falling into motorshed of the well, and getting beating from Mutachen for that was finally sold out……How good it would have been if one of us would have taken it…..But………..

Achan even this Sunday kept telling….people till few years back had time for everything, especially because there was no current, TV and Computers….Without gas they could cook food for so many people….but now time has changed……Everything is at the figure tip of man but he has no time for anything, Mobile in his hand, no time to enquire about his near and dear ones….A poor life this, full of care, no time to stand and stare…as was put by Wordsworth-I guess- in his Poem, Leisure…..Today they felt happy and surprised, because I called them up early, before 6 am….They kept guessing how this girl with sleeping mania, who could not write her exam because she was late in getting up, woke up this early……

Thanks to 'both of you' for helping me wake up early since past few days….


Thought for the day: Children begin by loving their parents, After a time they judge them, rarely if ever do they forgive them…..Oscar Wilde
Nothing lasts for ever…..