31 January, 2011

Knitting hearts together...

This my friend, is a true story. Where, what, how - I'll tell you. The hero here (and always) is my father. No heroine, no villain. Just a boy who was small and then grew. To read on I'm gonna make it sound like a story. My dad will be called Velu (sans Swamy) and the boy will be called Karthick. It goes like this...

Velu is sipping his tea at the New Year Celebrations. In his hand he is holding a paper that has a printed version of his speech. Velu is the present Governor of the around 26 clubs in the district. The celebration is for all those 26 clubs. Velu's logo for his governing year is of two people hugging - the logo is made to look like a single heart, beautifully divided to make it look like two people. His slogan for the year is 'Knitting Hearts Together'. He took charge in June 2009 and ever since has been on his toes with a lot of work.

Minutes to go for his speech, Velu walks to the dais and joins the gathering once again. There is a loud applause for the speaker at the podium. The speaker beckons Velu to go ahead and address the gathering. There is a huge applause as he walks to the podium. He clears his throat and begins. He begins with thanking the previous speaker and then moves on to summarize the district's achievement in the past six months. There is applause for every achievement mentioned and every award won. Velu thanks his fellow club members and opens his speech for Q&A. No one has questions. Velu repeats that he is open to any questions regarding the club or any activities.

A hand rises among the audience. "Yes, you", Velu says. There is a gasp from the audience. Heads turn to see who it is. Just another member, of course. The woman rises and asks "In our previous meeting we had asked you why you selected the slogan "Knitting Hearts Together". You said you would answer that question in the next meeting. It is the next meeting now. Would you tell us now?". Velu smiles. He says "Yes, I will tell you now."

He begins "Do all of you know the graveyard behind Mangalam road?" Heads nod and a few answer in soft volumes saying 'yes'. Velu continues "About 3 decades ago, that graveyard used to be my cricket ground. I along with a bunch of other boys used to play cricket over there every Sunday. We used to meet up after breakfast, play on till late noon go back home, bathe-refresh and come back in the evening to discuss about our game. This was my Sunday. I used my bi-cycle to get there every Sunday. On one such Sunday, as we were playing we saw a group of people running towards one of the streets there. All of us gathered to see what was happening. A woman had lit herself on fire. People were trying to put out the fire. In no time the fire was out but the damage was done. I quickly ran towards that house and got into the crowd. I went forward and in no time there was a car arranged to take the lady to the hospital. Three men carried the woman and I ran to help them. We carried her and lay her in the car. The car sped off towards the closest hospital. As I saw the car leave, I heard one of the women cry saying the woman had no right to do this hen she had two fatherless children. I quickly walked into the house to see a boy aged around 8 and a girl aged around 4. The boy was carrying his sister in his arms and crying. I couldn't bear that sight. I called the two of them and sat them on my bi-cycle and cycled to the hospital."

The audience was hooked. Velu continued, "I reached the hospital and guided the kids to the department were they treated burns. The place was dingy and crowded. Among the three men who carried the woman with me, one was the woman's brother. The kids ran to their mama. The boy was at that age where he could understand what was happening. People present around started to give their blood samples to donate blood if necessary. I did so too. After a couple of hours, a nurse came to the crowd and said that the woman didn't make it. She had died while they were trying to treat her. I swallowed a lump down my throat and looked at the kids. The boy began crying. He hugged his mama's legs and cried. Poor thing! I can still remember how he ran towards his mother and cried. He was not allowed to hug her cause she was covered with a banana leaf. He couldn't cry on his mama's shoulder because he was carrying the boy's sister. All he could do was look at his mother and cry so loudly. I immediately ran towards him and hugged him. He constantly said 'anna, anna' and cried on my shoulder. The body was given to the family in an hour and we took her back to the house in the same car. The sad thing about this Sunday was - it had changed two children's lives in an afternoon. This Sunday had orphaned two children."

"The last rites were all performed by the little boy. His head was tonsured and he was clad in a dhothi. I was shattered to see the boy. The little girl just watched on. She couldn't identify her mother for there was no identification. All she did was watch as her mama carried her in his arms. After everything was over, I went back to our ground to pick up my cricket bat and left."

The audience was speechless. No one prompted out of anxiety or anything. They just wanted to know the rest. He went on. "Then my next Sunday was normal, except once I saw the boy playing with his little sister. I gave him a packed of biscuits once. He took it with a smile. Years went by, I graduated college. I started to look after the family business. I began my printing company. Then I got married in 86' to this gorgeous woman here. We had a girl 3 days before we could celebrate our first anniversary. Five years after that we had a boy. You all probably know them by name than face here." The audience smiled and nodded.

"In April 2009, I had some pain in my left arm and went to get a check up done. I was with our ex-governor when I went to the hospital. I hadn't told my wife or kids anything. The doctor shocked me saying I had 3 blocks in my heart and might need to get an angioplasty done. I came home and spoke to my wife. Luckily, my son's exam had just gotten over that day. So we decided to get the angioplasty done the very next day. Since my daughter had one more day of school, we picked her up on the way and I drover to the hospital. On the way, I asked her to sing for me. As usual she refused for the first 5000 times and then sang. She sang 'Iru vizhi unadhu', a song I loved. We reached the hospital. Hospital. Payment. Admission. Angio. After the angioplasty, the doctor said that a bi-pass surgery was necessary as the blocks were nearing 90%. My wife immediately went ahead and spoke to the doctor to know what kind of surgery and everything. Finally, they decided on April 1 and I was operated then. That morning, my kids visited me in the room before the anasthesea was given to me. They had prayed in the temple downstairs in KMCH and they came with the prasadham. I was then reeled into the operation theater. It was a 10 hour operation. The day was probably the slowest day in my family's history. Once I recovered I heard that several Lion members had come to donate blood for me.

2 days after the operation my kids and wife visited me in the intensive care unit. I was worried that the kids would be scared to see so many tubes in my body. The little one looked terrified on the first day. After a few days, I was brought to a room. Friends, family - all visited me during that one week. One Sunday, a young man walked in to the room. My wife told me that this young man had come to donate blood for my operation. He wanted to donate blood to someone before he left for work to Dubai. He had no reason to choose me. I thanked him and asked him what job he is joining. He replied saying he was going to work for a construction company in Dubai. He also said that he wanted to see how I was doing. I asked him where he was from and he said "Mangalam Road, Tirupur". I looked at him and asked him what his parents were doing. He said his father had passed away in a road accident years ago and his mother was also no more. He said he has a sister who lives in Tirupur. I plainly asked him if his mother suicided. He replied with a sober yes. I asked him if his sister was 4 years younger and mentioned the area of his house. He looked a little shocked and said yes. I then told him that I was with him when his mother passed away. I mentioned his mama and the entire hospital scene. He had tears in his eyes and me in mine. He shook his hand with me and thanked me. He said he didn't remember much from that day but was thankful for what I had done for him. He said his sister had gotten married recently. I told my wife to give him my visiting card. I told him to contact me for any help. He took leave."

There was sniffing in the audience. Some clapped. At the end Velu summarized saying "There was no need for me to be with that boy when his mum died. There was no need for me to donate blood. Similarly there was no need for him to come here and donate blood. But somehow both of us wanted to. I hugged that boy when he had no shoulder to cry on. The design of life is this - every human's decision and acts determines a change in someone else's. My decision to run towards his house and his decision to donate blood were both kind deeds. These two deeds came from our hearts. And that by time and destiny has knitted the two of us after so many years. Every good deed we do, is somewhere and in someway looking frantically to find us when we really need it. That's why 'Knitting Hearts Together!'"

The audience stood up and clapped for what was eternity. Velu thanked the audience and adjourned the meeting for dinner. Many members came our sniffing, mostly the women. There were sobs here and there. Dinner was served.


I heard this from my father when we were on our way to Coimbatore. We had crossed Mangalam Road and that's when my dad narrated this to me. That my friends, is the true story.

Beautiful Bhutta :D

Bhutta -yayy, yum! :)

My co-sister Suganya is very health conscious. She likes her dosais made of wheat, corn, ragi etc. She is one healthy person I'd say! She introduced into the home the 'Corn Dosai'. Basically Bhutta Dosai. A thick batter made from ground corn kernels, chillies, salt, and some other spices. Its a yellow dosa - urgh, agreed. But yumm is not the word! I can have 3 of these dosas whereas only 2 rice dosas.

Bhutta makes me think of those weekend mornings in Besant Nagar and Marina beaches. Long walks with Bhutta after our breakfasts at Murugan Idly Kadai :)

30 January, 2011

Sunday Sans Padhu

When one is at home doing nothing specific - there is no difference between a weekday and a weekend. Padhu is out inviting people for our best friend's wedding. Padhu kinda figured ow bored I'd be and brought home something last night to make my day better!

Well, the books and magazine - good, Ok. The chocolate bar - wicked, he won my smile with that one!

29 January, 2011

28 January, 2011

United colors of India! :)

I miss Republic day celebrations. The march pasts practices, awards, the one chocolate given and shared, the half-day happiness, the goosebumps one gets while saluting the flag.. I miss those student days! Last year I saluted the flag with my little cousins in their school. This year I didn't! This morning or maid walked in with vegetables and look what me smile!

Ask me to wear those uniforms again and do the march past practices again - I would say 'hell,yeah!'

BELATED Republic Day wishes everyone!

27 January, 2011

Reaching out..

Random click of one of those plants from my tiny garden :) (Not much to click around here)

22 January, 2011

picture broke

I realised there is nothing much to click in and around the house - so I went hunting for stuff to take pictures of. Well, I ended up with just this. I'm compensating for the past three days with the few below :)

20 January, 2011

Bros for life!

Remo and Chitti - my pets! Chitti was born on Nov 6,2010. Remo March 24,2009. Love them to bits!

18 January, 2011

Prajaktha flowers..

These flowers are called 'pavazha malli'. In Sanskrit 'Prajaktha' which means fragrant flower. Ever since I was a little girl I've had these trees in my garden. All you need is to get a grafted branch form someone who already has the tree and in 4 months - you have soooo many flowers! My aunt's tree is my tree's momma. These flowers have an orange stalk and 5 white petals and a beautiful fragrance. They are very very delicate. They bloom overnight and by morning they fall to the ground waiting to be picked up (very carefully). My mom somehow managed to make looooong garlands of these flowers to give to the Hanuman temple she used to go to.

Brother bear cuddles

Brother bear comes home for Pongal - and i bake him yummy chocolate chip cookies for a bear hug!

baby's benz!

A friend of ours gifted Eniya this stroller - we had already bought the 'child on board' clip-on for the car. We found it from our Singapore shopping bags and put it on her Benz (like my father in law calls it!)

Pongal is where I've been :)

All Padhu wanted to do during Pongal was make sure he was in front of the camera! 3/4ths a white tee and of course the pic explains it all...

Pongal 2011! - the first day is Pongal - The harvest festival.

The second day is Mattu Pongal - where we celebrate and pray for the welfare of our cows. The Ko-maatha logic!

12 January, 2011

baby cuddles

That's my mum and my brother in law's daughter. No name yet for this bundle of joy - I personally think she is an Eniya! Mum is sooo great with babies and kids (look how i turned out to be ;)) Babies love my mum's baby talk and instantly connect. This is one such moment!

11 January, 2011

Chilli - Milaga

My official duty every morning is to pluck flowers and decorate the puja room - blah - i know. Well, today I found a bunch of chillis in the single chilli plant in our tiny garden. Clicked it!

8 and 9 January :)

Yesterday we had a 'bring home baby' pooja for my brother in law's girl baby. they still don't have a name for her. There was so much shopping to be done - So I didn't post any pictures. Well here they are though.

Amazingly, Padhu had no work this Sunday. More amazing - he wanted to shop. Unimaginable - He wanted to shop in Coimbatore. Well, so off we went to CBE - or the closest civilization can get. We stopped for lunch at 'That's y food'. I didn't carry my camera along, so I had to take these pictures on my phone. I've given them the Sepia tone so that they look not so 'phone-taken'.

We had been given a big glass vase as a wedding gift and it has been lying empty ever since. Let me warn you - husbands will throw in any bits and pieces of paper from their pockets at the end of day if there is an empty vase lying around like this. I finally found some decent artificial flowers in Westside, Coimbatore (that's right - now we have a Westside!).

08 January, 2011

my husband's mistress

Well, they say 'if you become friends with your husband's mistress, your life goes your way and so does you husbands!'. Actually - no one says that. Its just something I made up now! Well, Ranjith is somehow my husband's mistress. There's soooo much lou, it makes me wanna kill him most of the time! But he's so sweet - he likes my cakes though they are disastrous :)

This is the two of them posing while I fidgeted with the cam :)

07 January, 2011

Cookie cravings :)

For over a month Padhu has been using the words 'chocolate chip'. One of his garment orders is called Chocolate chip - so whenver he says it I keep wondering how those cookies untouched by me in Subway are doing. Soooo much craving! pah. Well, finally Padhu bought me these cookies from cafe day - though they aren't as good as the ones in Subway - I love them!

06 January, 2011

Its OK the first time!

My first attempt at eggless baking. I would rate myself 55/100. My father in law happily devoured 5 huge pieces and so did my brother! So I didn't throw any out!

Starting with a smile!

Well, I woke up January 1 to this! It took Padhu a minutes to register the typo but when he did, we laughed for almost 5 minutes! I loved it that we started our first day laughing so much! Happy New Year folks!

From Jeans to Pattu!

Yes, another blog! Well, since I have had a transformation I thought I'd name it that!

From Jeans to Pattu! which means from Jeans to Silk. Silk! I know its a pretty expensive transformation I'm talking about. yes, it cost me a lot. It cost me a job and a wardrobe (which is obvious!) The transformation is difficult to learn and not comfortable at all but from the looks of it - I'm close to expertise!

Well, apart from my other blog - this one is an inspiration from Nagalakshmi. A picture a day :) I hope I stick to this one. I really do!

Back to the grind

With the start of the academic year here, life is almost back to the grind. School is priority uno for both G boy and me. This year looks pr...