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A birthday wish to Love personified

June 20, 2013 / / 11 Comments

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Amma,

Even before I start writing, I know very well that a post would not do justice to you and your love. Yet, I wish to write about you here to fulfill that small part of expression which I can at this instant, on this special day on which you were born.

There is this famous saying – “God cannot be everywhere. So he created mothers.” It is not without reason that they say this for what you have done for me till this day can be equaled by no one. Your protective womb was not only for those 9 months when I was a fetus but for my entire lifetime. When I look back in my life, there is not one instance when you weren’t there for me – mentally, physically supporting me in all ways. When it came to taking care of the family, nothing is impossible for you.

You make all the delicacies in the world, but never once have you made them because you wanted to eat them. It is for the family, always. For all the festivities, when everyone around switched from home-made delicacies to readily available ones in shops due to lack of patience and strength, you are the only one who refuses to back off from the tedious routine of making all the sweets and snacks. For you, we are the priority over your troubles. The coconut water out of each coconut used in our kitchen,whether a mouthful or a glassful, has waited for me specially until I wake up after my lazy slumber. This happens till date. I remember asking you every time –“You can have it na? Why are you saving this for me?” Your answer is always-“You like it na? So I want you to have it”. Every dish that you make is heavenly because I know there is that extra ingredient of your love which makes it so.

I can never comprehend how you work non-stop starting at 5.30 AM till 11.00 PM. You must really have some super-power! I look at your strength and my jaw drops. Not once have you lied down saying that you are sick even when you had health issues. It was me, Anna or dad who found out you were not feeling well and forced you to rest. How could you not get fed up with the annoying fights between me and bro when we were young? If at all you were strict with us, it was for the sole reason to teach us the value of a sibling, to discipline us. I now realize how much you have struggled to ingrain every aspect of discipline in us and at the same time pamper us where possible. How you brought the 2 aspects of parenting together is something that amazes me still.

Where do you get that patience to listen to my incessant blabber about school stories, college stories, how I fought with my friends, how I made up with them, who said what etc? When I first rode a cycle, then a two-wheeler, when I learnt swimming, when I won prizes, when I started earning, for every single milestone I reached, the look on your face – It was as if your life’s purpose was fulfilled. The ways you try to learn to use the computer, the doubts you ask.. It’s funny for me sometimes, but I always know it is a big deal for you to grasp the fast changing world and technology. But you do, for us. The world may outgrow you, but we never will. Anna and I will always be kids to you. The world may grow so much in technology but there will never be a time when mankind can invent anything even closely equal to a mother’s love.

I don’t remember a single time when you have ever wanted anything for yourself. Any sari that I certify as nice will be saved in my wardrobe though I don’t prefer saris. Your explanation would be “You might be interested in wearing them in future. So I will save it for you.” I have pestered you with the question-“How can you give away everything without any wants for yourself?” And your answer remains-“You will understand when you become a mother.” Frankly I am scared how I will be as a mother. The responsibilities you shoulder, the sacrifices you make, the pains you bear, all these seem impossible to do. Yet you are here, doing everything I call impossible, showing solid proof for who a mother is.

Your immovable confidence in me and my decisions made me stronger and more responsible. You gave me the freedom to fly high though you were scared to do so. You wanted me to experience everything life has in store for me. You understood the freedom of voicing my opinions especially well since you have never had the chance to in the society you grew up. The way you supported me when I expressed the biggest decision of my life..Despite your fears, hesitations and protectiveness, all that mattered to you was my happiness. Throughout the struggle, you prayed with me, cried with me, smiled with me, fought for me and finally won it for me.

I know you don’t give importance to this day, the day you were born. But how can we not celebrate the birthday of the soul of our family? Happy Birthday Amma! You are the best mother one can ask for. I can keep writing and there are not enough words in any language to describe your selfless love. So I end it here with my personal note – “With just a single call of “Ma” all my needs have been fulfilled, all my sufferings soothed, all my wants pampered, all my dreams made true. I may fly higher and higher but never beyond your reach. I may change with the world but never so much that you don’t know me. For you, I will always be the kid that you know me to be.”

Love,

Keirthu

To the missing day!

March 1, 2013 / / 13 Comments

This post is a toast to the day that comes every 4 years and an awesome guy who was born on that day in 1984!

To the best bro in the world,

As every non-leap-year February ends, I am confused of how and when to wish you a happy birthday. It doesn’t feel like your birthday. Feb 28 is not your birthday nor is March 1. Your day is as special as you – the 29th of Feb. Mom has told me that she was in labor almost 1 full day when she gave birth to you. She was admitted to hospital on Feb 28 but you made her wait until the next day 😉 To be born on that special day that comes only every four years on calendar. Remember how I used to nag mom about why she did not give birth to me on such a special day? 🙂

It was so much fun growing up with you. Remember how we used to play tag in the lengthy halls of our monumental home? The piggy back rides you used to offer in exchange for me not telling on you.. All those snacks you tricked me into sharing with you after having finished your share already.. All those running around to avoid beatings from mom after our fights – Actually, it was you running around and me getting caught! All those sneak sessions when we steal snacks from where mom had hidden them. All those crazy nick names and funny faces you came up with to annoy me. Those days when you were crazy about Rajinikanth – specially his film ‘Basha’. Remember when you used to yell ‘Basha!!!’ (imitating the background score of the movie) all of a sudden and cause me and mom to jump up?

Pestering grandpa for the macaroons that he buys specially for us (well, actually you! I always had the feeling that you were grandpa’s favorite.) was yet another pass time. He used to take only you to the movies, while I wail my lungs out refusing all explanations from mom that I am too young to go to the movies. The school days when you used to feel awkward acknowledging that you had a little sister to look after! Well, you were in that adolescent age when your friends’ opinions mattered more and you feared they might tease you for some or the other thing that I do 😛 Remember how you tried to teach me Maths and I would nod along every time even though I didn’t understand a word? That went well until you asked me to solve a problem after teaching me once and my pretense went down the drain.

As if in return, you used to be stiff about English and I got through English exams so easily. Dad used to tease you saying that when you prepared for the English exam, even Shakespeare would come down from the skies to help you. You used to shout your lungs out that much in the process of learning ‘The Merchant of Venice’. Remember how many hundreds of times you recited that one sentence ‘I watched more carefully that time where the second arrow fell’? How much ever I tried, I could never forget that sentence in my life 😛

I always wonder how you got off dad’s hook and I got caught every single time. Any time we do some mischief together, dad’s entry would be just after you finished it. Seeing you do it, I would have just started to try it out – Bam! Dad would enter, I would get the scolding and you would do the smirking!

I don’t remember the day we stopped fighting, do you? I guess the transition was phased out, maybe as you went off to college. You used to come home once a while and we didn’t have enough time to even catch up on each others’ lives and slowly fighting was off the list. During your college days, you used to have different interests every time you came home. It was singing (read yelling :P), then dancing, then gym, then something else… But the bottom line was whatever thing it was you were experimenting I was always the patient audience (also the experimental rat :P) for your shows. I still remember that day when you showed me how a dance step was done in a certain movie and when mom entered the room suddenly, you immediately sat down cross-legged and started pretending as if you were doing nothing! I was/am your confidante always and I am proud of it! 😛 You used to tell stories about your college life while I pressed your legs. You owe me many one rupee coins for those leg-pressing sessions, you cheater! 😛 How naïve and silly of me to think of getting a one rupee from you in return for pressing your legs.

We have always had a different relationship unlike most brothers and sisters. We never wished each other properly on occasions, never got each other surprise gifts. We would just have a hard time mumbling ‘Happy Birthday’ to each other. And when the whole world goes crazy around Raksha Bandan, we don’t even wish each other and the greatest part is we both don’t think we need a specific day to protect our bond. Remember that day when I went off to college? As per family tradition, I got blessings from all the elders of our home and dad asked me to get from you too. Though awkward, I tried to touch your feet and get blessings (for the sake of dad’s peace) and you jumped up and down as if you had seen a rat. 😛 Formalities are just not for us! We can just be ourselves around each other without all these.

Ahhhh… To remember all these, it gives an elated feeling. I could go on writing. No amount of words would be enough to finish writing about you. Happy Birthday Anna! I have to wait 2 more years to wish you on your actual birth date! 😛

Hope this long mushy post makes up for all the 24 years that I have known you!  Wishing you a happy birthday as you finish 29 successful years. Wish you get all that you dream for in life. You are the best bro in the world!

Love,
Keirthu

I am posting after 23:59 hrs and before 00:00 hrs, the closest I can get – somewhere between 23:59 hrs of 28th Feb and 00:00 hrs of 1st March lies hidden, my bro’s birthday for this year 🙂

Until later,
Keirthana 🙂

Love is just love!

December 3, 2011 / / 0 Comments

Originally written for DOV. Once I finished writing it, I felt very satisfied and full. So, wanted to record it here too 🙂

They were sitting on the stone bench on the park. “Love you” he said. “Me too” She said. They were lost in bliss. Time did not matter to them. Neither did the world around them. Lost in each other’s hugs, their smiles reached their eyes. Unlike those smiles that come when under the illusion that they are in love. Can you ever fall so much in love that you feel that your soul is no longer yours. Not your heart. Your soul. A single soul will no longer exist, rather an entwined strand that will glow in the darkest of time and also in the brightest of time too. Very few lucky people manage to find such a love.

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Many have said, “Love is divine” and even more people have said, “Love is dark” and some have said, “Love is mystic”. But very few realize that love is just love. No adjective can do justice to it. The ones who realize this will never attach any undue description to it. No classification. No conditions. No expectations. If any of these are there, then it is not love. It is only a mirage that the mind chooses to see. Half of the people die believing this mirage to be true and the other half dies when they are hit by the realization that what they believed to be true and lasting was indeed a mirage. An illusion. Only a few exceptions escape the mist and see clearly.

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Grey strands of hair and wrinkles decked their love. The couple seemed lost to the others in the park. A young man saw them and thought of approaching them to ask if they needed help. He had come to the park to calm himself down after a fight with his girl. Damn! He had resolved not to think of her again, at least for a while. He was so pissed off at the thought of her. So demanding and expecting she is, he thought to himself. Pushing the thoughts about her to a corner, her started towards the elderly couple to ask them if they wanted any help. As he neared them he saw that after all, they weren’t the ones who were lost and they weren’t the ones who needed help. The glow in their eyes seemed to be of a different kind, a different world.

He left without disturbing them.Without a word or even a look, the couple had managed to impart wisdom in him. From that day on, he kept returning to that park just to see them. To see that love emanating from them. The woman ran her hands through her mate’s hair softly smiling at him, as he lay on her lap looking deep into her eyes.

One day, they didn’t turn up. Nor did they, the day after. He went around, inquiring about them. Nobody knew who they were or where they lived.  Finally, a beggar who used to live in the corner of that park, guided him to a building on the opposite side of the road. It was an old age home. The place was so quiet. People moved about in slow motion, as if in a different world. He saw a lady helping an old man to his bed. He hesitantly approached her and inquired about the couple. She could not understand to whom he was referring to, because he had no names. And then after he described their looks and visits to the park, a knowing look came into her eyes. She asked him who he was and  how he knew them. By instinct, he answered honestly telling her all about how he ran into them and how he doubted if they knew him. He also pleaded her to allow him to visit them expressing his concern for them because in the past 6 months he had known them, they had never missed a day in the park.She asked him to follow her. He did, dutifully. She went across the road and inside the park. She silently pointed out to a piece of ground below the lone Gulmohar tree near the stone bench. “The place was their choice” she quietly told him. He went near the headstone that marked their place, apart from the red blossoms that the tree had bestowed upon them. As he slowly read the engraving that read “Born apart by destiny and lived together by choice. Love brought us together and we chose to let it do so. For Love is just love. Always.” tears made way to his eyes and down his cheeks. They were one of a kind and they had chosen this engraving for their headstone long back, she said. He nodded and left without a word. A part of him seemed lost and he knew where it went. Also he knew that the spot was a record for posterity. After all, love is just love!

Nine Loves

November 25, 2011 / / 14 Comments

Hey all 🙂

Awwww.. I think, I will enjoy doing this challenge. There are certain love of the life kind of passions/obsessions/likes for each person. Mostly we know what they are, yet sometimes we will need a knock on our head to remember/realize them. So to get on with my 9 loves,

1. Family: Of course, Family is my first love which includes Mom&Dad, Anna& Annie, Adhi& his family. Yeah. They come in packages. They are the best they can ever be and I love them for all the support they give me, all the understanding they shower me with, when I am being a brat. I love them for what they are and they love me for what I am. As simple as that.

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2. Friends: I have a very small circle of besties. To say more truthfully, I made the circle smaller. It is better this way for me. It is not like I am not a friendly person. I was an overly friendly person which led me into some troubles and hence I changed. Distance when by choice does you good 🙂 Nevertheless, I have certain friends who stood by me, no matter what, knowing fully, giving unconditionally. They are my second family. The saying ” A best friend is one with whom you can just sit in silence for an hour and leave with the satisfaction of having had the best conversation of your life.” comes true for me with these people.

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3. Books: I love books. One of my long-term dreams is to make a mini-library out of my collections. I have started working on it. In my ancestral house, where I grew up, I was struggling to find a proper place for my books. They would be locked up in boxes and covered with dust-proof sheets. But, I have always dreamed of having a big bookshelf/cupboard for myself where I can stack as many books as I can. Now in our new house, I got that and I am making full use of it. So, if you visit me when I am 40, I can promise that I would have that mini-library ready and ongoing 🙂

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4. Music: I am no expert in music. I just love it in any pleasant form. I do not know to appreciate technically, but I will be in awe when I listen to a worthy piece. I have always wished and still wish that I had learnt singing. Listening to my favorite songs makes me feel lighter. I listen songs according to my mood swings. I listen to songs that I could relate to at that particular moment. And this is the reason my Ipod is filled with a wide variety of songs of many languages, many genres and from various eras of music.

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5. Dosa: This would again feature in the five foods post, but then again Dosa is an inevitable part of my diet. My parents got tired of feeding me dosa all the time. My mom has even cursed that I would soon get fed up with it and refrain from eating it for the rest of my life. But nothing of that sort happened. Feed me dosa with any side-dish, I will eat. Feed me Dosa 3 times a day, 7 days a week, I will still eat. Even when going to restaurants (for a change) I would love to have Dosa, but for the sake of my friends and to escape from my dad’s scoldings, I will have something else.

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6. F.R.I.E.N.D.S: I do not know if there is any sitcom better than this and I do not care. I will watch it again and again and still laugh the same way I did when I saw it for the first time. It is my favorite stress-buster. Never failed to cheer me up. One episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S and I am good to go 🙂

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7. Cadbury chocolates: I go crazy over Cadbury chocolates. I am having a hard time controlling myself from eating too much of these chocolates. I wish I could be one of those people who never gain weight how much ever they eat/whatever they eat. Sadly, my metabolism functions properly and hence I need to keep a check on this. 🙁

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8. Animation movies: Call me a kid and I don’t mind. Animation movies always have happy endings and I love them. Filled with beauty, soothing songs and fantasies turning true, they help me get lost in a happier world than the one that I am living.

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9. Shiny/Glassy stuff: Anything that glitters is not gold. But, anything of that sort will catch my eye. One of my impractical fantasies is to live in a glass house fully furnished with shiny/glassy stuff. I know it makes no sense. But, a fantasy does not need to be sensible 🙂

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What are your loves? Let me know 🙂

Until later 🙂

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