Enga Aathule Golu

The Hindu, yesterday quotes me recalling Thatha's creative Golus in the article titled

"A look at how Kolu's faring in the city"- http://www.hinduonnet.com/2006/09/26/stories/2006092605910600.htm
It says...
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" Krithika Shukla, corporate communications professional, is on a trip down memory lane this Navratri. "The person, who used to lead the entire family in celebrating Navaratri by setting up "bright and different" kolu, is no more. My grandfather used to make replicas of temples using thermocol every year -- Sabarimala, Tirupati, Palani, Vaideeswaran... There would be priests, gopurams made with gold paper... " At the end of it, everybody in the apartment complex sings and the family will gift `sundal' and some innovative gifts. "
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Each time I used to be the official inviter for my thatha patty's golus "Enga aathule golu vechirkom. Kattayam vandu vethalai paaku vangikanum" went the script. I remember parading in pavadai chattai to all my neighbours houses and singing earnestly to earn the sundal. What fun!

You a jar twister?

Did you know that the male ego is in potential peril when a woman asks a man to twist off the top of some type of container? You bet it is. Its a classic no-win situation. If the man successfully completes the task, its no big deal anyway because lid-removal is one of the few areas in which women find men to be of use.

If however the man fails to perform, the perception of his masculinity can experience major shrinkage.

So guys when you see a woman with a jar approach you --run away or better still keep a band-aid handy and quickly stick it on.

If you have better ideas to save embarassment, feel free to comment!

I fought with my little angel

When she smiled the first time, my heart did a double take. When she gripped my fingers tightly, I made a promise I’d never let her down. When she took her first few hesitant steps, I held out my arms to cushion her fall. When she hurt herself, I wished the pain was mine. When she said sorry the first time I forgave her all her future faults. When she implored me for a chocolate, I wished I could buy her the world. When she sang, my heart brimmed with joy and pride. When her beautiful curls were chopped away during tonsure, I was in tears. When she lost her first tooth, I wept.

God. How much I love my little angel.

But yesterday, I punished her for the first time.. I made her face the wall for ten minutes and asked her not to speak or move till I said so. This was as strict as I could get. Those ten minutes of watching her sad repentant face were the longest and most agonizing minutes of my life. It took me all my will power not to hug her and spoil the impact of the punishment. How bravely she handled her punishment! When I could take it no longer, I held out my arms so we could hug and make up for all the hurt.

But she turned away and plonked herself in front of the television. “No hug for mommy?”, I asked . “No. Because I still haven’t forgiven you for punishing me”, she replied calmly,

God. How I wish I knew how to handle her.

I have a perfect little angel to love. But will I ever be her perfect mommy?

Time will tell!

Unwinding at the Unconference

I am posting this while unwinding at India's largest blog unconference- blogcamp.in. This place is full of energy and excitement. I can see some eager beavers who are here so they may find a few more people who would read their blogs. Some "serious" bloggers as they would like to call themselves are here to say "Hey my blog has a purpose..its not just a diary". I am here as i want to learn. I hope I get to do that.