I was so busy cleaning my shelf and arranging all those old books. They are all nearly 7 to 10 years old, holding all those precious moments of my college days.
I touched each and every book, remembering whose subject it was, and the lecturer who handled the subject, his class moments, funny incidents and all those chit chats done during the class hours. All of a sudden, a small bit of paper popped out.
Oh, that was a chit paper, written by me and my close friend Savitha, full of our comments about the boring class. "Mythili, how many years jail punishment will this sir get for murdering me?"... "Hey look at that crow in that tree. It talks better than the person standing before me"... "What did amma cook today. I am bored with hostel food. Give me the tiffin box gal".... Lot more.
Since we were not able to abscond from the class and not able to talk, we made that chit chat.
My memories started flying back to those years, where we both used to be so thick friends that every one used to call us "Fevi Quicks". We always had the thought we cannot be away from each other and planned a lot of ways, on how to be together forever.
The days, we roamed together and time spent in each others home, full of fun and joy. But life changed all our track. After college, gradually the touch between us reduced and I don't remember exactly when it got vanished completely from the heart. In a ten years span, almost all are forgotten. Even when I remembered the college days in between my other works, I always had the feeling "Why me? She too has my contact details and she didn't respond to my mail that I sent 3 years before. Let her mail me, if she wants".
Now, the chit papers kindled my feelings, my friendship, from bottom of my heart. I opened my laptop and started typing a mail.
Wait... hold on...
Are you sure, she is checking mails regularly? Are you sure, she is going to respond your mail? I felt something raising and falling again and again inside my heart. No this time I am not giving up.
I ran to my book shelf again. My hands ran up and down, searching for something. Gotcha... Got it. The address book we created during our college days, having all our classmates phone number and home address. Now I feel a shivering inside me. I don't know why.
I ran to my Tata DOCOMO OneTouch Net Phone and started dialling Savitha's number. I know it is her home number and she got married within few years of our college and not sure where she is living now. But with hope I dialled the number.
Its ringing. I started hearing my heart beat. I didn't even had such a feeling, while waiting for my test results.
"Hello", a tiny little voice. "Yaaru venum ungalukku (whom do you want to speak?)".
"Savitha Irukkaala (Is Savitha available there)?"
"Amma unakkuthaan phone (Amma it is a call for you)"
Oh wow, is that Savitha's daughter? So sweet voice. I felt seeing that little tender.
"Hello yaaru (Hello, who is that)?"
I couldn't reply for a while. Her voice didn't change in this 8 years. She again asked the question who is this.
"Your friend. A forgotten friend". She recognized my voice. There was sudden silence.... and came a breaking little voice "Ammuuuuuuu" and this is how she used to call me...
"Yes... Your ammu... your forgotten ammu"... I felt my voice breaking and tears ready to roll out at any moment.
I heard Savitha's broken voice again and again saying "Ammu" and she was not able to talk any more. She cried. We consoled each other. After few emotional moments, we started talking... talking... talking... oh my goodness, it was nearly 1.5 hours I spoke to her.
She said she came home for vacation. We exchanged our contact numbers and promised each other to be in touch forever and for sure.
I felt light. The iceberg inside me is broken now. It is not heavy and all dissolved.
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Friday, 15 October 2010
Thursday, 7 October 2010
Bodyguard - Malayalam Movie Review
I have written the same review in the forum Digitalbhoomi. Digitalbhoomi is an Indian forum, where you can write about anything, and earn money for your writings. Also, Rs.3500 cash prize is given for best three posts, every month.
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OK, coming to the Story
The entire movie is a flash back, which starts with Jayakrishna (Dileep), son of a school teachers who has a different way of thinking right from his childhood. It continues even when he grew. He hates people, who fears for anything and everything. He admires those who shows heroism (or Gundaism) and likes to move along with them as their bodyguard. He comes across a person called Ashokettan (Thiyagarajan), whom he admires for his bravery and wish to join as his bodyguard. Though didn't like to have a bodyguard, Ashokettan agrees later as Jayakrishna came with a recommendation from a person whom he cannot say a NO. Within few days, Ashokettan and family was attacked by one of his enemies and Jayakrishna saves them all. This makes Jayakrishna's post as permanent.
Later, Jayakrishna was asked by Ashokettan to join the college as student, where Ashokettan's daughter Ammu (Nayantara) and her friend Sethulakshmi (Mithra Kurian), daughter of Ashokettan's secretary was studying, just to continue as Ammu's bodyguard there. The fun starts there. Jayakrishna always follow Ammu and this irritates her and her friends. So, to escape Jayakrishna, Ammu uses a plan given by one of her friend. She tries to distract him with a love call. She calls him from a Caller ID restricted phone and talks romantically. Though not interested in the beginning, Jayakrishna slowly falls for that unknown girl. Later when Ammu learns the real good nature of Jayakrishna and his respect towards her and her family, she too started loving him, despite of her engagement happened already to some one in London.
Ammu fears that Jayakrishna may reject her, if he comes to know that she was the girl, loving him through phone, as he respects her family and her dad more than anything. So, she asks for a promise from Jayakrishna that he should not reject her, when she comes before him. She asks Jayakrishna to elope with her, and asks him to meet her in the railway station in the evening of their last day of the college. But before she gets there, she was caught by her father. So, to save Jayakrishna, she sends her friend Sethulakshmi to convey the message that "Ammu was the one who called him so far and she wants Jayakrishna to wait for a while and she will never marry any one else".
But the story takes a turn at the end, where Ammu's friend Sethulakshmi couldn't say a NO to the emotional Jayakrishna and continues with him as the girl who called him all those days. Though she lived happily with Jayakrishna, she dies because of sickness. She left a diary for her son (Smelling the movie, Kuch Kuch Hota Hai?"), from which the 8 or 9 years old boy learns all these old happenings. Jayakrishna was invited by Ashokettan, where he founds Ammu as unmarried. Jayakrishna's son requests her to join them as his mother and Ashokettan accepts it, as he knows her daughter's wish. Though hesitated first, Jayakrishna takes her along with him.
In the railway station, Jayakrishna's son trashes the diary, as per his mother's wish that it should not be read by his dad at anytime. But Jayakrishna sees this and takes back the diary without his son's knowledge and learns all the truth. The train journey continues with all the three (Jayakrishna, Ammu and Jayakrishna's son) travelling together as one family.
Discussion
I didn't want to reveal the climax actually, so that the reader would like to watch the movie. But then, I really wanted to discuss few things about the movie here. So, just broke the secret.
The only strength of the movie is the commedy. Dileep is well known for his commical characters and he did justice for his job. The scences of the college days are all real good with full of fun dialogues to laugh aloud. Dileep's expression as bodyguard and his body language were all so good and a great applause to Dileep for that.
But there are lots of loop holes throughout the movie.
1. How come in all the movies, wife of the hero dies of sickness, if she is not the lady whom he loved or if she is not the main lead character? Bodyguard is no exception from Kuch kuch hota hai, where Rani Mukhrjee dies to unite Sharukhan with Kajol.
2. How come all the lead characters (the lover of the hero) waits till the return of the hero after the death of his wife? Nayantara is no exception from Kajol in that same movie Kuch kuch hota hai. In that Hindi movie, it was never shown why Kajol didn't marry anyone till that time, where Rani Mukharjee's daughter reads her mother's letter left for her and comes in search of Kajol and no reason why Kajol accepted to marry Salman khan after so many years, just before the return of Sharukhan. Similarly, no reason was shown about how Nayantara escapes from her marriage, which was already fixed and how she convinced her father and family to stop her marriage.
3. How come all those 7/8 years old kids read their mothers diary and understand the love feelings they expressed in writing? Because, at my age of 7 or 8, I was not even able to understand those romantic feelings, even by seeing the movies and pictures. Am I that stupid or are the kids now a days are so knowledged?
4. How come Jayakrishna's son got the diary of his mother who died when he was so young (like 2 or 3 years old) without his father's knowledge?
5. How come all mothers leave a note to their kids, thinking they will fulfill their wishes? Or why they leave note, if they don't want anyone to know it in future after their demisal?
6. How come all the heros able to replace their wives whom they loved for years, from their heart in a moment, when they find the truth that the other gal was the one they loved before marrying the wife?
I got lots of "How Come" questions.
But frankly, I have to accept the truth, that I had a good laugh watching this movie. No vulgar scenes, no dress less dances. Pure commedy, with little sentiments in the climax, which ends "Subham" as per the written law of Indian Cine Field.
So, if you keep aside your logical thinking for a while, then this movie gives you a guarantee to relax and laugh.
http://www.digitalbhoomi.in/forums/showthread.php?p=60805
Click here, if you wish to join.
OK, coming to the Story
The entire movie is a flash back, which starts with Jayakrishna (Dileep), son of a school teachers who has a different way of thinking right from his childhood. It continues even when he grew. He hates people, who fears for anything and everything. He admires those who shows heroism (or Gundaism) and likes to move along with them as their bodyguard. He comes across a person called Ashokettan (Thiyagarajan), whom he admires for his bravery and wish to join as his bodyguard. Though didn't like to have a bodyguard, Ashokettan agrees later as Jayakrishna came with a recommendation from a person whom he cannot say a NO. Within few days, Ashokettan and family was attacked by one of his enemies and Jayakrishna saves them all. This makes Jayakrishna's post as permanent.
Later, Jayakrishna was asked by Ashokettan to join the college as student, where Ashokettan's daughter Ammu (Nayantara) and her friend Sethulakshmi (Mithra Kurian), daughter of Ashokettan's secretary was studying, just to continue as Ammu's bodyguard there. The fun starts there. Jayakrishna always follow Ammu and this irritates her and her friends. So, to escape Jayakrishna, Ammu uses a plan given by one of her friend. She tries to distract him with a love call. She calls him from a Caller ID restricted phone and talks romantically. Though not interested in the beginning, Jayakrishna slowly falls for that unknown girl. Later when Ammu learns the real good nature of Jayakrishna and his respect towards her and her family, she too started loving him, despite of her engagement happened already to some one in London.
Ammu fears that Jayakrishna may reject her, if he comes to know that she was the girl, loving him through phone, as he respects her family and her dad more than anything. So, she asks for a promise from Jayakrishna that he should not reject her, when she comes before him. She asks Jayakrishna to elope with her, and asks him to meet her in the railway station in the evening of their last day of the college. But before she gets there, she was caught by her father. So, to save Jayakrishna, she sends her friend Sethulakshmi to convey the message that "Ammu was the one who called him so far and she wants Jayakrishna to wait for a while and she will never marry any one else".
But the story takes a turn at the end, where Ammu's friend Sethulakshmi couldn't say a NO to the emotional Jayakrishna and continues with him as the girl who called him all those days. Though she lived happily with Jayakrishna, she dies because of sickness. She left a diary for her son (Smelling the movie, Kuch Kuch Hota Hai?"), from which the 8 or 9 years old boy learns all these old happenings. Jayakrishna was invited by Ashokettan, where he founds Ammu as unmarried. Jayakrishna's son requests her to join them as his mother and Ashokettan accepts it, as he knows her daughter's wish. Though hesitated first, Jayakrishna takes her along with him.
In the railway station, Jayakrishna's son trashes the diary, as per his mother's wish that it should not be read by his dad at anytime. But Jayakrishna sees this and takes back the diary without his son's knowledge and learns all the truth. The train journey continues with all the three (Jayakrishna, Ammu and Jayakrishna's son) travelling together as one family.
Discussion
I didn't want to reveal the climax actually, so that the reader would like to watch the movie. But then, I really wanted to discuss few things about the movie here. So, just broke the secret.
The only strength of the movie is the commedy. Dileep is well known for his commical characters and he did justice for his job. The scences of the college days are all real good with full of fun dialogues to laugh aloud. Dileep's expression as bodyguard and his body language were all so good and a great applause to Dileep for that.
But there are lots of loop holes throughout the movie.
1. How come in all the movies, wife of the hero dies of sickness, if she is not the lady whom he loved or if she is not the main lead character? Bodyguard is no exception from Kuch kuch hota hai, where Rani Mukhrjee dies to unite Sharukhan with Kajol.
2. How come all the lead characters (the lover of the hero) waits till the return of the hero after the death of his wife? Nayantara is no exception from Kajol in that same movie Kuch kuch hota hai. In that Hindi movie, it was never shown why Kajol didn't marry anyone till that time, where Rani Mukharjee's daughter reads her mother's letter left for her and comes in search of Kajol and no reason why Kajol accepted to marry Salman khan after so many years, just before the return of Sharukhan. Similarly, no reason was shown about how Nayantara escapes from her marriage, which was already fixed and how she convinced her father and family to stop her marriage.
3. How come all those 7/8 years old kids read their mothers diary and understand the love feelings they expressed in writing? Because, at my age of 7 or 8, I was not even able to understand those romantic feelings, even by seeing the movies and pictures. Am I that stupid or are the kids now a days are so knowledged?
4. How come Jayakrishna's son got the diary of his mother who died when he was so young (like 2 or 3 years old) without his father's knowledge?
5. How come all mothers leave a note to their kids, thinking they will fulfill their wishes? Or why they leave note, if they don't want anyone to know it in future after their demisal?
6. How come all the heros able to replace their wives whom they loved for years, from their heart in a moment, when they find the truth that the other gal was the one they loved before marrying the wife?
I got lots of "How Come" questions.
But frankly, I have to accept the truth, that I had a good laugh watching this movie. No vulgar scenes, no dress less dances. Pure commedy, with little sentiments in the climax, which ends "Subham" as per the written law of Indian Cine Field.
So, if you keep aside your logical thinking for a while, then this movie gives you a guarantee to relax and laugh.
http://www.digitalbhoomi.in/forums/showthread.php?p=60805
Wednesday, 15 September 2010
Why this little monsters always have unanswerable questions?
Today is definitely not my day (or should I say my son's day?). I went to pick my son from school and the teacher told that he wastes snacks served. She said, "He thinks that it is a must to eat all the items in his snacks box. So he bites everything, but couldn't finish. We tried to tell him that instead of biting and wasting, he can leave the packet unopened and untouched, but he is not able to understand. So try to explain him in your own language".
My son is not familiar with English yet, so sometimes he cannot understand the teacher's instruction. So, they seek my help to convey messages to him. Today, teaching him "Not to waste his snacks" was my homework. So, when we started walking out of his school, I started my preaching which continued for 20 mins (I was not scolding or forcing. But in a casual way I tried to say that he don't need to take the snacks if not wanted and should not waste food items). He was so quite listening. Finally I asked "What did amma told you so far?" and the little rascal asked me back "oh amma did you say anything? No you were not saying anything". I was shocked and said "I should give you nicely". He smiled and said "OK". So when I pretended as if going to pull his ears, he said "amma amma, you asked me not to waste snacks, ok, ok?".
Man, 3.3 years is certainly not an age to make such a fun, isn't it? OK, the real show started later. He asked for a banana when I entered a shop to buy a tamil magazine. Later when we got into the tram, he peeled the banana and started eating. After half done, he said don't want it. I started the preaching again. "This is what amma said so far. You should not waste your food items. Else Kutti Krishnan (which means baby Krishnan - his favorite GOD) will not like you and won't talk to you". There started my trouble.
He slowly turned left and right and asked me, "Where is he here in this tram? He is in the temple (Guruvayoor he tried to mean). He is not in this tram and so he won't know that I wasted this". Really I felt astonished with his thinking. I replied him "No monu, GOD is everywhere. He hides and watches you all the time". The quick reply was "I didn't see him in the shop where we bought the banana. If he hides there, that shop uncle will catch him and give to police". OK, now I am holding the hand bar in the tram strongly, not to faint. Because, it was me, once told him that the shop uncle will hand over the mischevious kids to police if they run or hide in the shop, when he and his friend tried to play "Hide and Seek" in that same shop. Now I should be more careful in replying. So I said, "GOD travels above in the sky and watches". GOD, you tested me again with a question from him "No, I saw only smokes (clouds) when we fly in the flight and I didn't see GOD". Times Up. Need a break. So I changed the topic from GOD to muscle.
Monu loves his dad's arms with muscles (as he do exercises regularly) and always says that he is a big boy and he too is getting muscles. So whenever he makes fuss to eat, I used to tell "OK then you won't get muscles like your dad" and he finishes the food. So I took that concept and said "If you don't eat the banana fully, you won't get muscles". But he was not ready to come out of the GOD topic and so he asked "Amma, if I eat banana, then I will grow and get muscle. But kutti Krishnan is still small. Why?". OK, I understood. Today is definitely not my day. I know why this question came. When we went to Guruvayoor, we offered lots of bananas to the temple and when my son asked for a banana from that, we said it was for Kutti Krishnan and so will buy something else for him.
Now, he remembers that and wondered why kutti Krishnan is still kutti (small), though after having that whoelsome banana bunches. What should I tell? If I say, eating banana is not going to help kutti Krishnan to grow big, then the banana in his hand also will go to the bin. If I say kutti Krishnan have grown big, then he may ask for proofs. I was really mad and GOD felt "OK times up stupid gal" and gave me a phone call. I took the opportunity and started talking in the phone. Monu started staring out through the window and slowly biting the rest of the banana. He didn't continue his questions after the phone call. May be bored?
Now, I am holding my breath expecting the question session to start at any moment.
My son is not familiar with English yet, so sometimes he cannot understand the teacher's instruction. So, they seek my help to convey messages to him. Today, teaching him "Not to waste his snacks" was my homework. So, when we started walking out of his school, I started my preaching which continued for 20 mins (I was not scolding or forcing. But in a casual way I tried to say that he don't need to take the snacks if not wanted and should not waste food items). He was so quite listening. Finally I asked "What did amma told you so far?" and the little rascal asked me back "oh amma did you say anything? No you were not saying anything". I was shocked and said "I should give you nicely". He smiled and said "OK". So when I pretended as if going to pull his ears, he said "amma amma, you asked me not to waste snacks, ok, ok?".
Man, 3.3 years is certainly not an age to make such a fun, isn't it? OK, the real show started later. He asked for a banana when I entered a shop to buy a tamil magazine. Later when we got into the tram, he peeled the banana and started eating. After half done, he said don't want it. I started the preaching again. "This is what amma said so far. You should not waste your food items. Else Kutti Krishnan (which means baby Krishnan - his favorite GOD) will not like you and won't talk to you". There started my trouble.
He slowly turned left and right and asked me, "Where is he here in this tram? He is in the temple (Guruvayoor he tried to mean). He is not in this tram and so he won't know that I wasted this". Really I felt astonished with his thinking. I replied him "No monu, GOD is everywhere. He hides and watches you all the time". The quick reply was "I didn't see him in the shop where we bought the banana. If he hides there, that shop uncle will catch him and give to police". OK, now I am holding the hand bar in the tram strongly, not to faint. Because, it was me, once told him that the shop uncle will hand over the mischevious kids to police if they run or hide in the shop, when he and his friend tried to play "Hide and Seek" in that same shop. Now I should be more careful in replying. So I said, "GOD travels above in the sky and watches". GOD, you tested me again with a question from him "No, I saw only smokes (clouds) when we fly in the flight and I didn't see GOD". Times Up. Need a break. So I changed the topic from GOD to muscle.
Monu loves his dad's arms with muscles (as he do exercises regularly) and always says that he is a big boy and he too is getting muscles. So whenever he makes fuss to eat, I used to tell "OK then you won't get muscles like your dad" and he finishes the food. So I took that concept and said "If you don't eat the banana fully, you won't get muscles". But he was not ready to come out of the GOD topic and so he asked "Amma, if I eat banana, then I will grow and get muscle. But kutti Krishnan is still small. Why?". OK, I understood. Today is definitely not my day. I know why this question came. When we went to Guruvayoor, we offered lots of bananas to the temple and when my son asked for a banana from that, we said it was for Kutti Krishnan and so will buy something else for him.
Now, he remembers that and wondered why kutti Krishnan is still kutti (small), though after having that whoelsome banana bunches. What should I tell? If I say, eating banana is not going to help kutti Krishnan to grow big, then the banana in his hand also will go to the bin. If I say kutti Krishnan have grown big, then he may ask for proofs. I was really mad and GOD felt "OK times up stupid gal" and gave me a phone call. I took the opportunity and started talking in the phone. Monu started staring out through the window and slowly biting the rest of the banana. He didn't continue his questions after the phone call. May be bored?
Now, I am holding my breath expecting the question session to start at any moment.
Sunday, 1 August 2010
Another matter to say "No matter India or Switzerland, it is SAME everywhere"
Few months before, I shared an experience about Switzerland in the thread "No matter India or Switzerland, it is SAME everywhere". Now I got another matter to share in the same line.
When I came to Switzerland 3 years before, everything was good, except one matter. It is, "Closing" of all shops by 6.30 PM in the evening and whole day on Sunday. No matter what shop it is, whether a cloth shop or a book shop or a grocery shop, it will be closed exactly by 6.30 PM and it will not be opened at all on Sundays.
3 years before, my son was so young and so I rarely go out and used to depend on my husband, especially for shopping house hold items. He used to rush from his office after 6PM and within 20 minutes time, he used to buy all the essential items. Later we shifted to the method of shopping on Saturday for the whole week.
Once when I got to talk to a Swiss citizen, I asked her why the shops are closed by 6.30 PM itself, loosing potential buyers and business. She smiled and said, it was the olden style to discourage women to go to job. I was "Jaw" dropped. She explained me further that, though Swiss is an European country, with all modern outlook, it still possesses the "Man to work and women at home" concept, beneath it. The government itself loves that. Hence they try to make use of every chance, but without any violence (like our Sena group, beating women to force their concept). Closing of shops is one such olden style chance, forcing women to stay at home and take care of all the essential household chores (but now ladies are working on part time basis is a different story).
Later I started realising that the olden concept is still true and valued by Swiss people. Here living as "Family" is more valued. When we say we are "Married", we get more respect than those who say "Living Together". When we go out, people (especially old Swiss citizens) love my husband to speak in public and myself to stand behind. Once when we went to a hotel, where I tried to say something to the old man in the reception and that gentle man said "Ask your man to speak". I was so shocked. Actually my husband was taking some photos of my son and hence I tried to talk to that man.
Though people are changing now because of Globalisation and more foreigners getting into the country, still such old people do exist in Switzerland. Women have a long way to go. Sighhh.
So, again, no matter India or Switzerland, it is same everywhere.
When I came to Switzerland 3 years before, everything was good, except one matter. It is, "Closing" of all shops by 6.30 PM in the evening and whole day on Sunday. No matter what shop it is, whether a cloth shop or a book shop or a grocery shop, it will be closed exactly by 6.30 PM and it will not be opened at all on Sundays.
3 years before, my son was so young and so I rarely go out and used to depend on my husband, especially for shopping house hold items. He used to rush from his office after 6PM and within 20 minutes time, he used to buy all the essential items. Later we shifted to the method of shopping on Saturday for the whole week.
Once when I got to talk to a Swiss citizen, I asked her why the shops are closed by 6.30 PM itself, loosing potential buyers and business. She smiled and said, it was the olden style to discourage women to go to job. I was "Jaw" dropped. She explained me further that, though Swiss is an European country, with all modern outlook, it still possesses the "Man to work and women at home" concept, beneath it. The government itself loves that. Hence they try to make use of every chance, but without any violence (like our Sena group, beating women to force their concept). Closing of shops is one such olden style chance, forcing women to stay at home and take care of all the essential household chores (but now ladies are working on part time basis is a different story).
Later I started realising that the olden concept is still true and valued by Swiss people. Here living as "Family" is more valued. When we say we are "Married", we get more respect than those who say "Living Together". When we go out, people (especially old Swiss citizens) love my husband to speak in public and myself to stand behind. Once when we went to a hotel, where I tried to say something to the old man in the reception and that gentle man said "Ask your man to speak". I was so shocked. Actually my husband was taking some photos of my son and hence I tried to talk to that man.
Though people are changing now because of Globalisation and more foreigners getting into the country, still such old people do exist in Switzerland. Women have a long way to go. Sighhh.
So, again, no matter India or Switzerland, it is same everywhere.
Monday, 19 July 2010
The tension of a father - Parenting not easy again
The day started good as hubby was at home. Weekends are always good. There is someone to tackle my son. Saturday, the whole family took a walk and crossed the border of Switzerland, entered Germany for shopping. After busting hubby's wallet, I returned so happily dragging my shopping cart. My hubby walked along with my son.
Suddenly my son picked a big stone from the side and asked his dad, "Acchaa, ee kallinae aa valliya carilaikku eriyattae?" which means, dad shall I threw this stone on that big car? His dad was shocked and replied "Monu, acchannukku police station puvaan theer thalpariyamillaa (Monu, dad have no interest for a ride to police station). So, let us drop the plan of pelting stone". My son couldn't understand the relation between the stone and police. So he asked why. My husband replied him that a big police uncle will come and take him if he damages others property.
My son threw the big stone away and picked a small one now. He asked his dad, "Now this is small stone only. I will throw in a small car. Is that OK?" My husband was so nervous that his son may threw the stone any moment before his explanation. So he said, the police uncle will come even for small stone. My son quickly replied, "For small stone, only small police uncle will come. Can't you manage even him". My husband turned dumb and looked at me for help.
I was in no mood to help, as I rarely get chances to enjoy, seeing my husband suffering in my son's hand. So, I kept walking and told them "See you later, if not ended in jail". My son was ready with the stone, and waiting for my husband's permission (thank GOD, he has that manner of seeking permission before doing any activities outside home). My husband, plucked the stone from our son's hand and dropped it, picked him and walked fast from that location, in fear of wasting time running to insurance company and police station.
ohhhh how relax it is to see someone else suffering, especially the who often smiles when I were in trouble and turned mad with the little monster.
Suddenly my son picked a big stone from the side and asked his dad, "Acchaa, ee kallinae aa valliya carilaikku eriyattae?" which means, dad shall I threw this stone on that big car? His dad was shocked and replied "Monu, acchannukku police station puvaan theer thalpariyamillaa (Monu, dad have no interest for a ride to police station). So, let us drop the plan of pelting stone". My son couldn't understand the relation between the stone and police. So he asked why. My husband replied him that a big police uncle will come and take him if he damages others property.
My son threw the big stone away and picked a small one now. He asked his dad, "Now this is small stone only. I will throw in a small car. Is that OK?" My husband was so nervous that his son may threw the stone any moment before his explanation. So he said, the police uncle will come even for small stone. My son quickly replied, "For small stone, only small police uncle will come. Can't you manage even him". My husband turned dumb and looked at me for help.
I was in no mood to help, as I rarely get chances to enjoy, seeing my husband suffering in my son's hand. So, I kept walking and told them "See you later, if not ended in jail". My son was ready with the stone, and waiting for my husband's permission (thank GOD, he has that manner of seeking permission before doing any activities outside home). My husband, plucked the stone from our son's hand and dropped it, picked him and walked fast from that location, in fear of wasting time running to insurance company and police station.
ohhhh how relax it is to see someone else suffering, especially the who often smiles when I were in trouble and turned mad with the little monster.
Monday, 12 July 2010
Are you Indira Gandhi?
When I were in 7th standard, I had a friend called Meenakshi. She studied in Tamil Medium school till her 6th standard and joined in our class (English Medium) for 7th standard. She was one of the bright students, who used to secure within first 3 ranks till her 6th standard. But due to the change in the medium of education, she got failed in her 7th standard. We all moved to class 8, but she moved to 7th standard Tamil medium as she couldn't cope up with English as her medium of studies.
Few weeks after the school started, I met her during lunch hours to check how she was doing. She was happy asusual (she was one happy queen of our class, who used to take things light and keep moving) and said she was happy to have new friends in her class.
I asked her "Didn't your parents scold you for not passing 7th standard?" She replied, "Yes, they did. Even few of my relatives commented on me. They compared me with all others and asked, am I not feeling shame to get failed when all my friends of my age moved to the next class. But I asked them a question back and they didn't dare to insult me any further".
I got too surprised and was too eager to learn what that question was. She told me that she asked her parents and others, "Even at your age, Indira Gandhi managed to become Prime Minister and Gandhiji managed to become Mahatma. Are you feeling shame that you couldn't achieve like them?"
At that age of 12 or 13, I really couldn't believe that one could able to shut others mouth with logical speaking and keep oneself happy without getting affected by others words. If I were in her place, I might have cried out my life or might have stopped going to school in fear to face others and their criticism.
Few weeks after the school started, I met her during lunch hours to check how she was doing. She was happy asusual (she was one happy queen of our class, who used to take things light and keep moving) and said she was happy to have new friends in her class.
I asked her "Didn't your parents scold you for not passing 7th standard?" She replied, "Yes, they did. Even few of my relatives commented on me. They compared me with all others and asked, am I not feeling shame to get failed when all my friends of my age moved to the next class. But I asked them a question back and they didn't dare to insult me any further".
I got too surprised and was too eager to learn what that question was. She told me that she asked her parents and others, "Even at your age, Indira Gandhi managed to become Prime Minister and Gandhiji managed to become Mahatma. Are you feeling shame that you couldn't achieve like them?"
At that age of 12 or 13, I really couldn't believe that one could able to shut others mouth with logical speaking and keep oneself happy without getting affected by others words. If I were in her place, I might have cried out my life or might have stopped going to school in fear to face others and their criticism.
Sunday, 11 July 2010
Pains of NRIs
I'm writing the general opinions of most of the NRIs, as I used to get the details from the discussions which happen during our friends meet here. Few of them are :
1. We might have lived in individual houses with garden and compound walls in India. But now, we live in apartments with single bedroom, congested and small ones. But people back in India (not the one who really knows us) always imagine as if we are living in houses as the ones seen in TV programs (could be Britney Spears house).
2. When you return to India, no matter how close or not, every one who knows you expects a gift from you (atleast a foreign chocolate, if not a perfume). They never mind about the maximum weight (20kg) allowed in airlines. You should some how carried the gift. (But I guess now this mentality is reducing a little, as atleast one person from every home are now NRIs).
3. Once when you landed in a foreign country, you can never say a word about India or anything bad happening there. You are considered as not patriotic. You might have did the same, sitting there in India, but not now. (of course lots of NRIs do show off as if they were born and brought up outside India and never knew the pathetic conditions of India before).
4. The moment you took the flight outside India for a job, you will be considered as "Bill Gates". I mean, one of the richest person in the world. Relations and friends will ask for money / debt and if you are not able to give, then the rest of the happenings (like scolding behind you, spreading rumors about you to others) are left for readers imaginations. They never knew, we spend most of our salary in house rent alone. I guess, since we convert the amount of rent in Indian money and tell them, they imagine the house we live would be like Britney Spears house.
5. Each and every friend and relatives expects YOU to call them and never think that telephone is not FREE for NRIs. That too, they all expect your call on some special days like "New Year" and never accept that we cannot make 100+ calls in a single day. The head ache increases if we called one friend and left another one, where as this two shares the matter in our absence. Thanks to PC - PC calling now. It reduced the burden a bit now.
What you say, NRIs?
1. We might have lived in individual houses with garden and compound walls in India. But now, we live in apartments with single bedroom, congested and small ones. But people back in India (not the one who really knows us) always imagine as if we are living in houses as the ones seen in TV programs (could be Britney Spears house).
2. When you return to India, no matter how close or not, every one who knows you expects a gift from you (atleast a foreign chocolate, if not a perfume). They never mind about the maximum weight (20kg) allowed in airlines. You should some how carried the gift. (But I guess now this mentality is reducing a little, as atleast one person from every home are now NRIs).
3. Once when you landed in a foreign country, you can never say a word about India or anything bad happening there. You are considered as not patriotic. You might have did the same, sitting there in India, but not now. (of course lots of NRIs do show off as if they were born and brought up outside India and never knew the pathetic conditions of India before).
4. The moment you took the flight outside India for a job, you will be considered as "Bill Gates". I mean, one of the richest person in the world. Relations and friends will ask for money / debt and if you are not able to give, then the rest of the happenings (like scolding behind you, spreading rumors about you to others) are left for readers imaginations. They never knew, we spend most of our salary in house rent alone. I guess, since we convert the amount of rent in Indian money and tell them, they imagine the house we live would be like Britney Spears house.
5. Each and every friend and relatives expects YOU to call them and never think that telephone is not FREE for NRIs. That too, they all expect your call on some special days like "New Year" and never accept that we cannot make 100+ calls in a single day. The head ache increases if we called one friend and left another one, where as this two shares the matter in our absence. Thanks to PC - PC calling now. It reduced the burden a bit now.
What you say, NRIs?
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