MOTHER!

You know that no matter where you are,what you do and (who you do:P),could not resist putting that one!there is always your mothers voice somewhere deep in your head.So,for me it is like she keeps talking to me every time.

I have no regrets on that one though.I would want her to be there and talk to me and tell me all those things that i need to know.there is this running joke in our family “take a huge picture of you mom and frame it up near the door”.I would not mind doing that.

She went thought so much to put bread in out mouth,that it would not be enough to thank her in THIS LIFE.I miss her today and happy that she is going to be here with me soon :D.So here’s to all mothers around the world

LOVE YOU WOMAN!

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Paris, je t’aime (2006)

V and I were watching this movie called Paris,Je t’aime,the other day.One of my all time favorite movies till day. It give true meaning to story telling.

there is one story in it (segment “Loin du 16e”).Oh it is heart touching,it is about a mother who leaves her kid in the crehce and goes to work in another house to take care of another kid (there the story is said) and that is what is is all about.it is acted,directed so beautifully.

It takes just one minute to tell a story through lens and this ones takes that cake.Actually all the stories are too good to be rated bad.I mean each story tells you something new about life and emotions around it.There is another one by Gurinder Chadda (segment “Quais de Seine”),oh that one is too good.It is all said in about 5 minutes and the old man at the end makes it all.

If you have time please go and grab a DVD and watch it!

no,no curd in it!!!!!!!!

So, has anyone tasted sambar? of course yes.Then you go and mix that with rice.Now, what do you call it? I call it sambar rice.

But today I ate something same but different name, it is called ( all kannadigas will hate me for this)bisibelebath.I know, I know it is a kannda dish and it is supposed to be fantastic.However even the sambar that i make is good when you mix it with rice!

and then i tried to mix it with crud and V yelled saying that is an offence!Sorry but for me curd,pickle any day is a dish better than none

So I just took the Nablopomo oath,It is a neat idea and it helps most of us.i mean can you imagine a writer with a writers block for months together.This kind of oath helps us write regularly and keep up with words and say F*&k you block.

Writing about writers, there was this teacher of mine(yeh they means teachers write,so story co-relates to writing).i used to go to tuitions and the worst was those tuitions were walkable distance.yes, from my bedroom to the front room.Amma was so sure that I would bunk and go gallavanting that she got him home and got others kids in the colony to get home for those dammed classes.Anyway main story lo,he was one rude b****rd,he used to torture most of the kids in weird ways.Like pouring candle wax on hands (for neat handwriting) or he would make them (not me.If he ever touched me or beat me,i would scream and bite him and i did that once.bit off his flesh near his arm! 😛 so proud i am.) sit on one leg for 10 min.Can you imagine a 10 year old sitting like that for 10 min.F****r,if he was reading this he would die with pain and wince at my abuses.

One day there was this kid called Dileep,who was my friends younger brother.He forgot to get his maths book.So this bastard (there i said it),asked him to strip and made him stand naked near the main gate.Our home was close to the road and everyone could see what was happening inside the compound.Poor D was so offended and he was crying like a baby.Yes this D was in his 7th standard.I can still see him saying “sir,sorry sir,please don;t do this to me”.

That is when the miracle happened,my mother was just getting back from work and she saw this amazing spectacle in front,more like inside our home.I still remember her not walking but running faster than a deer,she pulled D from the bund and gave him a towel and then asked to change.She then got to know what happened.because the kids could not control anymore and we were talking like those 2 year olds who talk non stop when they realize they can!

You know what my MOTHER,AMMA,Thaye did????????

She politely asked my teacher to get out and before that she asked D to do what he wants to do with him.What did D do?? he looked and looked into the teachers eyes for about 1 minute and then said “idiot”.Ha,idiot that was it.by the time anyone could realize what was happening,I,me,naan,nenu, the great was at his feet dropping hot candle wax.He was jumping up and down like a F*****n freak and he ran and ran.

Dont know where D and his sister are or the broken master.But,whenever i see candle or the hot wax drops on me,i think of this and laugh and not wince in pain!

Bang Life!

There are so many things that come to your mind on everyday basis.Sometimes you just don’t give them much importance.However,few days you just ponder over and over on those thoughts and they hit you hard.I often do it and i feel sometimes that i am over doing it.So,the best way i realized was not to stop them,but let them ponder and then wander away and it is helping me.hope it helps you too.

I keep meeting so many interesting people in my life and feel blessed to have met them.Like after my move to bang i met few amazing people.M and N and S and R and many more.M is here with me almost everyday and helping me get over my fear of staying alone.I think sometimes i irritate her by asking her to drop by everyday.However she knows her and my limits and tells me exactly what is expected out and I kind of like that space.hope people get to meet good,crazy,normal people and know that sometimes,lets just stay sometimes they do exist.

my day 3 staying alone and i am not yet getting used to it.I get often tensed by around 1 am and keep pacing up and down and looking at the kid or standing in the balcony.there are so many well wishers who have given me amazing words of strength and advice and it is going to work (fingers crossed).I think the more i talk about it the more i feel like i am not alone but with parents,hubby and friends support

New Beginnings!

It has been more than a month since i posted anything here.Firstly no access to comp and second no access to life! I have been so busy with vyas and aku and vinod and the new home.that I am still setting home and adjusting to motherhood and many more things here in Namma Bengaluru.

It took a long time for me to realise that i have enormous responsibility now and that scared me a bit for a while.but then there is no running away from it.I choose to be this person and I am kinda adjusting to that person.However,this is not what I am.I never imagined myself sitting at home and doing things like washing clothes,cleaning the kitchen 24/7 or say not stepping out for more than a month for entertainment.

I sometimes stop what i am doing and just cry and feel terrible for feeling this way.I think it will take time for me to accept this phase and also move on to a new phase where i have time and space for myself and nothing and no one else.

On the motherhood side,vedavyas is a bundle of joy.He started recognising V and me and also his brother.He keeps us smiling and talking in his ugoo ugoo ways.His face is always calm and V got his pattern of sleep.He says that vedavyas sleeps only when he hears noise and that is soo like me.

Aku is adjusting to his new school and he misses it half the time.Reason being after an all nighter for me,i hardly wake up in the morning and he misses his school and is extremely happy about it.I think it is and will change soon.Also, he is got into the habit of reading a lot and reads a story called “The great sharp scissors”.He loves it and has been reading it before going to bed for at least 20 times in 20 days.

V is also trying to get used to the baby fatherhood.I wait for him to come home in the morning and take his bag from one hand and hand over vyas on the other :).He has not complained when i call him in the middle of night and ask him to rush home.He promptly drops his work and rushes to be with me.I just keep thinking if I am making him miss his passion photography and drown him in the husband and father role. He has soo much talent as a photographer here is his link http://www.flickr.com/photos/vinodchandramouli/

This is what life is for now.I am going to be a regular writer from now.I need a place to share my thoughts and also read much more blogs 🙂