Saturday, February 23, 2008


I will never forget 5:15pm to 6:00pm of february 22, has taught me numerous things...but this one which am going to say was not taught by life...but was made to realise by life..Love is not something which we all seem to know..its is not understood..but felt..

My grandmother suffered from a mild stoke on feb 20th..early morning...It disturbed me to a gr8 extent..I was not able to concentrate in my physics test,dint listen class...everything seemed nothing when i started crying for my paati...You may all say paatis or thathaas falling sick is natural etc..but i am not able to accept it..the reason is short and sweet......LOVE!!!

So...lemme say abt tat 45 min of today...The doctors wanted to take MRI{MAGNETIC RESONANCE IMAGING} scan for my paati so that they could diagonise the actual problem..So someone has to be with her inside that MRI thingy room and my paati's hand held me so tightly that i was made the victim..she showed signs of fear on her face..i really was in the verge of tears..and so..she was made to lie down and some light fell upon her eyes forehead and then some motor like sound was all that i heard..I sat there staring at the bed lik thing on which my paati was lying..

The radiologist was busy doing something so that the machine is working...suddenly my mind became a MRI machine{MIND RECALLING INSTRUMENT}...yes it began scanning my past...i got lost within my thoughts...

My paati and i are the bestest best friends...we fight a lot,chat a lot,dream a lot,taunt a lot..and what not?!

She always used to quote that i grew up only in her arms right from the 45th day of my birth..when i was a baby whenever she gave e farex i used to spit it on her face it seems..i never remember to have done those...but my mom and dad always say those are!

Then i grew up to go to school..and these things i myself remember..when i was a kindergarden kid she always used to run behind me with a bowl of rice...i never used to eat..{not to forget that this is continuing still!}
I still remember her scolding me for not eating ladies finger..she used to say"vendaikka saapta moola varum" for which i wud say "apo moola illadhavaa saapadatum"...this used to be an affair every time my mom makes ladiesfinger!

Always the reason for the fights between us was FOOD!!i dont eat much{she says saapdave maata which is a nice example for the word exaggeration}..the next reason will be for singing..she always wud want me to sing her fav songs which i got bored off!!so i won sing those and we fight...i really enjoy those kinda fights with her..

Then i came to high school...she started to pester me to read well..if i see tv in midst of a heavy study schedule she wud come shouting...she is well known for her pudungal!!lol!My fav timepass always is watching a cricket match with my paati...she wud make Harsha Bhogle run for his money by her comments...and if India plays in a match thats all!!she ll start scolding everyone from our team..the most frequent comment wud be.."NAMMA OOR PASANGA DHAAN SOMBERINGA..ANDHA OOR KAARANGA LAAM PAARU..BAAL ODINAA MUNNADI POI THADUPAA..NAMMA PASANGA NANNA THINNUTU BALL PINNADI ODUVAAN..APROM JEIKALANU EN FEEL VERA PANRAANGA"..
She address Harsha Bhogle as"sotta thalayan" and always wonders"ivlo pesraane vaaye valikaadha!!"..I enjoy her comments more than the match..Whenever ricky ponting comes to bat she wud say"indha ponting irukaane seriyaana aalu..thimiru pidichavan..paaru sirichunde varaan"..these comments really makes me enjoy the match as well...According to her India vs any other team cricket match is equal to a mahabharatha war!!

The next special topic my paati likes to discuss is the characters of filmi ppl....especially ppl lik simbu,kamal,sj.surya etc...The way she scolds them are being censored..beep!!but i cant deny that they tickle my funny bone even as i write abt these aft many days!!!

Suddenly her cough brought me back to reality...since she coughed in the middle of the had to be repeated again..i had to inform her to be steady for 30 more mins...

That was when i saw her face very close...i cudn see her in such a weak state...i immediately started to cry...She as far as i knew was a lady of steel!!!She got married to my thaatha at the age of 16 and had my athai at 26 she had for children outta which my appa was the last..and unfortunately in her early thaatha died..

She was to make her 4 children study and come up in life...with no education and no job..she started to live her life for her children..she sold some properties and made them read..sent them to the mean time many of her in-laws tortured her by overloading her with work..which resulted in her deafness...she bcame deaf due to nervous stress..But she dint give up..All the 4 children got placed very well and now here i am posting a blog on her...

I cudn control my tears seeing her suffer...i sat praying for her to all the gods i knew...the radiologist overthere was watching me pray this much with curiosity..i cud read his expressions which said"ITS AFTERALL A MRI SCAN!!"..I jus stared back at which i meant"YOU ARE AFTERALL A RADIOLOGIST WHO SCANS ORGANS OF PATIENTS..HOW CAN U SCAN MY HEART AND DIAGONISE ITS FEELINGS?!"

Monday, February 11, 2008

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Those people who are frustrated..who are hungry for success..please read the folowing poems..for i feel that would make you still more focussed in your journey towards success..because whenever i am disturbed or diverted..these poems act as my energy tonic..

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening-ROBERT FROST

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep........



TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o'erhead !

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;

Footprints, that perhaps another,

Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to walk.

Two enchanting poems...following which one can face life however it may be...
Lets keep on moving as there are miles to go for which we need to learn to labor and to walk!!!