Some time back I read a blog by a youngster about the things he stored in a big sack back home which his mother was not allowed to go through or even touch. They contain, he wrote, valuable things which still mean a lot to him, like that twelve year old rusted headlight of his [...]
October 12th, 2009 | Posted in memoirs | 13 Comments
It is all very well to tell me that I would be a star, not the filmy kind of course, but the ‘twinkle twinkle little star’ kind that shines in the sky, as if conferring the highest honor on me. Oh my God, imagine what a lonely life it would be with your immediate ‘star’ [...]
May 27th, 2009 | Posted in humor | 12 Comments
I was busy putting the final touches to the dinner one day a few years back when in walked the junior son all of 11 and casually dropped a bomb. I had to make him the ‘heart’ I had promised for his Biology class project. He had to take it to school the very next [...]
February 5th, 2009 | Posted in humor, memoirs | 16 Comments
It is almost a month since the junior son fractured his wrist. It is now time to have the plaster cast removed. So off go the Mom and son to KIMS. That’s Kerala Institute of Medical Science for you. It is a long drive from home. They make it in good time. Having completed the [...]
August 12th, 2008 | Posted in humor, life, memoirs | 12 Comments
A lazy afternoon about ten years back, I was relaxing having finished all my work. I was expecting my junior Martian home any minute. The school year-ending exams were going on. That particular day he had a test in Science. Soon he bounds into the room I was in, as is his habit on his [...]
June 11th, 2008 | Posted in memoirs | 8 Comments
On the left is Teddy and to his left is Pinkie. Such original names, aren’t they? It is bound to be so, coz aren’t I the one who named them?! They occupy a corner of my bed, though here you see them on my pillows. Whenever L & M (Lord & Master) is at home, [...]
March 24th, 2008 | Posted in memoirs | 14 Comments
When my younger son was around 2 years of age, I decided to give him a hair cut and ended up with the Elikaranda (Rat- Gnawed) Look!
I watched him nervously as he sat there playing. Oh dear God! What had I done to the poor beloved thing’s mass of curly mop??!! It looked horrible. [...]
March 12th, 2008 | Posted in life, memoirs | 5 Comments