I will marry mama!!! When these words were uttered everyone was shocked, because this was uttered by a 14 year old girl.
The mama in picture was a happily married man with two daughters. He would often come to this girl’s house. Let’s name this girl X. X was the only daughter and was properly pampered. The daughters of mama also were very friendly with X and would play together and have fun.
Mama stayed in Madras. When the second daughter was four, mami passed away. It was really difficult for mama to look after the daughters. So he called his mother in law to Madras to look after the kids. She looked after the house for almost two years. But unlike other mothers-in-law, she was constantly pestering her son in law to have a second marriage, which he always postponed saying something or the other like any other man.
When he had come to X’s house after a long gap of 2 years, he started talking to X’s father about this issue. He was like “who will marry me? Even if someone marries will she be a good mother to my children?”… So X’s father was like if u are really interested don’t worry we will try and find a good girl from our family. For which X said the above words.
Everyone was surprised that she is hardly 14 and how will she look after the kids who are just 4 years younger to her. But she was like I like the kids and I can manage. The kids also were very excited that she would be coming with them to Madras and they could have fun. The marriage was performed. And the kids teased her through out the journey. She was damn excited as this was her first train journey of her life.
This is a true story which was told to us by my eldest athai (father’s sister), when she came over this time. And X is none other than my paati. We never knew this version of the story, and were quite shocked yet thrilled to hear something like this. We fought with our athai for not telling us about this when paati was there as it would have been really fun to tease paati And in fact this athai is the eldest of the two daughters whom I talked about. Though late, it was really enchanting to such a nice story of my ever great and selfless paati.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
A Cherished Trip(Last Part-Three)
It was actually decided by us, on the fly that we extend our trip by a day, halt at Coorg on 29th December and come back by 30th. But as luck goes, Amma strictly said no, and told that we shud return by 29th as we had told her before we left. Very disappointed, we decided that we will take a very long route. We decided to drive all along the coast.
We checked out at 10a.m., after having dosas. One must agree that dosas that you get in Kerala are so crispy and just don’t have any oil in them. From Kozhikode we started our drive towards Kannoor…We drove along the Chaliyar river for a long time… Then we came to the main road where we saw this amazing beach called Beypore beach…I got permission from my bro to get down and stand near the beach…I enjoyed that for some time and drove along the beach. There was a bridge and when we were on the bridge Lo behold we saw backwaters on side and the river and sea meeting on the other…Wow man that was surely a sight to see…How I cursed my bro for not bringing the charger of the digicam :(
Then we found a deviation to Kappad beach. Though we didn’t venture into the beach, we drove to Kappad beach…It was an awesome beach with white sand…It was so picturesque…So beautiful…I felt so bad that I could not venture into the water…After we came back, when I was browsing the net I came to know this was the beach where Vasco Da Gama first put his step.
Then we drove occasionally seeing the sea, then we reached Mahe, and I was bent upon to see the beach. Even this beach had white sand and was very beautiful. But Mahe on the whole is a small and dirty place. The beach resort was so deserted. After we crossed, Mahe there was this excellent stretch to Kannoor, where we zoomed. The highway was just done and was really nice. We had our lunch at the, so called, three star restaurant at Kannoor, which was worse than a Darshini at Blore. We thought probably a dosa would have been nice.
We started off from Kannoor to Mangalore. Anna had played a pleasant music, and I don’t know when I had dozed off. I usually don’t doze off, if the person is driving and there is no one else in the car. But I seriously don’t know, I had such a nice nap for about less than an hour. When I get up, I saw that he had switched of the music, lest it would wake me up, and also he had slowed down, as the roads very a little bumpy and I would wake up. After I got up I badly wanted tea/coffee, but we still had not reached Kasargod. When we were nearing Kasargod, we saw a deviation to Bekal fort and Bekal beach. It didn’t strike us, as to where we had heard about it. But we decided to go, though it was 16 kms deviation. When we reached there, we realized that this is where “Bombay” movie was shot…The beach was simply beautiful with a flock of cranes or swans, I don’t know some white birds. We decided to walk in the beach; I kept jumping, as there were crabs running here and there. The fort simply looked awesome and beautiful, but due to lack of time we decided against going to the fort.
We reached Mangalore at around 6.We went to coffee day picked up coffee. We called mom with the anticipation that she would say stay and come tomorrow. But she simply did not budge, and didn’t mention anything about it. Then we decided that we will not ask her and we will go to Bangalore by 12 or 1. SO we started off from Mangalore after sunset.
As we went past various villages, and we came to Uppinangadi, where we asked to take a deviation via Subramanya and go to Gundiya, due to some accident. This cost us almost and hour and half. The road was bad and it was a little of ghat section. All we had to eat was packet of lays and some kurkure. And we were feeling so hungry as it was 8.30. After we reached Gundiya, there was a small jam due to the lorry traffic. Then we got on to the Ghat section to Sakleshpur, reached Sakleshpur by 10.30. By the time we reached Hassan it was 11. We called home, and mom told halt in Hassan and come the next day. It was like, why could she not have made this decision earlier. Then we checked into a hotel in Hassan, and didn’t have dinner, as all the hotels were closed. We had some Marie biscuits and went to sleep. Next day we left Hassan at 10, and reached home by 1 for lunch.
The drive from Hassan to Bangalore was very thrilling and nice. We had a kind of race with a lancer, whose ego was constantly hurt that an Indica was overtaking him. He started driving really rash, and then we decided that let him have his way. We were almost couple of kms behind him. When we entered Blore limits, we again met him. At a signal, my bro being a very intelligent driver overtook a lorry and that guy in Lancer followed in the same way. During the second overtake, that guy didn’t notice or didn’t analyze the situation well and was stuck behind a bus. My oh my! look on his face was really a sight to see. When we overtook and he would overtake us again, he would give a kind of grin as if he was Schumi. But this time, it was the looks, which simply can’t be described. My bro ands I thrilled as if we had won a Grand Prix. We simply were grinning for almost 15 min. and were just hoping that he could catch up with us. But we had left him behind at quite a distance.
Well there ended the memorable trip!!! But hoping we get time to go for more like one.
We checked out at 10a.m., after having dosas. One must agree that dosas that you get in Kerala are so crispy and just don’t have any oil in them. From Kozhikode we started our drive towards Kannoor…We drove along the Chaliyar river for a long time… Then we came to the main road where we saw this amazing beach called Beypore beach…I got permission from my bro to get down and stand near the beach…I enjoyed that for some time and drove along the beach. There was a bridge and when we were on the bridge Lo behold we saw backwaters on side and the river and sea meeting on the other…Wow man that was surely a sight to see…How I cursed my bro for not bringing the charger of the digicam :(
Then we found a deviation to Kappad beach. Though we didn’t venture into the beach, we drove to Kappad beach…It was an awesome beach with white sand…It was so picturesque…So beautiful…I felt so bad that I could not venture into the water…After we came back, when I was browsing the net I came to know this was the beach where Vasco Da Gama first put his step.
Then we drove occasionally seeing the sea, then we reached Mahe, and I was bent upon to see the beach. Even this beach had white sand and was very beautiful. But Mahe on the whole is a small and dirty place. The beach resort was so deserted. After we crossed, Mahe there was this excellent stretch to Kannoor, where we zoomed. The highway was just done and was really nice. We had our lunch at the, so called, three star restaurant at Kannoor, which was worse than a Darshini at Blore. We thought probably a dosa would have been nice.
We started off from Kannoor to Mangalore. Anna had played a pleasant music, and I don’t know when I had dozed off. I usually don’t doze off, if the person is driving and there is no one else in the car. But I seriously don’t know, I had such a nice nap for about less than an hour. When I get up, I saw that he had switched of the music, lest it would wake me up, and also he had slowed down, as the roads very a little bumpy and I would wake up. After I got up I badly wanted tea/coffee, but we still had not reached Kasargod. When we were nearing Kasargod, we saw a deviation to Bekal fort and Bekal beach. It didn’t strike us, as to where we had heard about it. But we decided to go, though it was 16 kms deviation. When we reached there, we realized that this is where “Bombay” movie was shot…The beach was simply beautiful with a flock of cranes or swans, I don’t know some white birds. We decided to walk in the beach; I kept jumping, as there were crabs running here and there. The fort simply looked awesome and beautiful, but due to lack of time we decided against going to the fort.
We reached Mangalore at around 6.We went to coffee day picked up coffee. We called mom with the anticipation that she would say stay and come tomorrow. But she simply did not budge, and didn’t mention anything about it. Then we decided that we will not ask her and we will go to Bangalore by 12 or 1. SO we started off from Mangalore after sunset.
As we went past various villages, and we came to Uppinangadi, where we asked to take a deviation via Subramanya and go to Gundiya, due to some accident. This cost us almost and hour and half. The road was bad and it was a little of ghat section. All we had to eat was packet of lays and some kurkure. And we were feeling so hungry as it was 8.30. After we reached Gundiya, there was a small jam due to the lorry traffic. Then we got on to the Ghat section to Sakleshpur, reached Sakleshpur by 10.30. By the time we reached Hassan it was 11. We called home, and mom told halt in Hassan and come the next day. It was like, why could she not have made this decision earlier. Then we checked into a hotel in Hassan, and didn’t have dinner, as all the hotels were closed. We had some Marie biscuits and went to sleep. Next day we left Hassan at 10, and reached home by 1 for lunch.
The drive from Hassan to Bangalore was very thrilling and nice. We had a kind of race with a lancer, whose ego was constantly hurt that an Indica was overtaking him. He started driving really rash, and then we decided that let him have his way. We were almost couple of kms behind him. When we entered Blore limits, we again met him. At a signal, my bro being a very intelligent driver overtook a lorry and that guy in Lancer followed in the same way. During the second overtake, that guy didn’t notice or didn’t analyze the situation well and was stuck behind a bus. My oh my! look on his face was really a sight to see. When we overtook and he would overtake us again, he would give a kind of grin as if he was Schumi. But this time, it was the looks, which simply can’t be described. My bro ands I thrilled as if we had won a Grand Prix. We simply were grinning for almost 15 min. and were just hoping that he could catch up with us. But we had left him behind at quite a distance.
Well there ended the memorable trip!!! But hoping we get time to go for more like one.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Why does this happen???
I have been wanting to blog about this right from Sunday but didn’t do it… Today on the way to office I was reading this month’s issues of reader’s digest. There was an article about child sex workers. This is seriously something which disturbs me a lot.
On Sunday I watched this movie called “Kutti” on one of the channels. One of the amazing movies I have seen in recent times. It’s a movie which was released I think a year or two back. And the girl who acted in the movie won the National award for it. The story goes like this.
Kannamma, which is her name, is working in a house in Chennai. The aunt and uncle of the house simply adore her and feel bad that they have employed such a young girl who is just 10 for work. They really care for her and look after her very well and affectionately. Bu there enters the villain the rakshasi of the drama, the mother of the uncle. She tortures the poor girl and treat her very badly as she is just a servant. As the grandma treats her like that, even the son of the uncle treats her so.
The actual story of why she came here is shown as flash back as bits and pieces. She is the daughter of a potter, who earns a living which can barely meet the needs of his family of four. But he treats his daughter like a princess, does not allow her to do any work and has a dream of educating her and making her a collector. Her mother is not spared from the words of people around her, who taunt her saying this is not the way to bring up a girl child. So takes the wrath on her husband, for which he simply cuddles his daughter and says that she is a Raj Kumari and she will no be like other kids. But as the fate had decided, the father is killed in a accident, and Kannamma is thrown to the reality of the real world. She fights with her mom, for food and new clothes. And complain that without appa nobody loves her. At this point, someone in the village seeing the plight Kannamma’s mother, says that she will take Kannamma to the Chennai where she can work in a house and that she will treated very well there. Both of them are happy and Kannamma comes to Chennai.
Not able to withstand the torture by the granny and her grandson, kutti decides to elope in the night. When she comes, she sees a man from the same locality and tells him that she wants to go to her village. Then they show that she is getting down from the bus and runs to her mom and she is very happy. But actually she was thinking that this is how her mom will receive her, lest she knows that, that man has actually sold her to some men in Mumbai and she is in a train to Mumbai. There goes her life????
What do people get by making kids a plaything…Well this is not just with girls, even young boys are not spared…And if they resist to this, they are tortured physically…when I read the article, it said how these children had such a bad impact that they hardly could face their family or the society. With no fault of theirs they are branded as “Dirty”…There is no point in blaming the government for not being able to control this…I think its the duty of every individual as a human being to realize that this causes so much destruction to every single child and the society on the whole…This is seriously something who upsets me a lot…Well all we can do is to pray or help any such kid if we come across one…
On Sunday I watched this movie called “Kutti” on one of the channels. One of the amazing movies I have seen in recent times. It’s a movie which was released I think a year or two back. And the girl who acted in the movie won the National award for it. The story goes like this.
Kannamma, which is her name, is working in a house in Chennai. The aunt and uncle of the house simply adore her and feel bad that they have employed such a young girl who is just 10 for work. They really care for her and look after her very well and affectionately. Bu there enters the villain the rakshasi of the drama, the mother of the uncle. She tortures the poor girl and treat her very badly as she is just a servant. As the grandma treats her like that, even the son of the uncle treats her so.
The actual story of why she came here is shown as flash back as bits and pieces. She is the daughter of a potter, who earns a living which can barely meet the needs of his family of four. But he treats his daughter like a princess, does not allow her to do any work and has a dream of educating her and making her a collector. Her mother is not spared from the words of people around her, who taunt her saying this is not the way to bring up a girl child. So takes the wrath on her husband, for which he simply cuddles his daughter and says that she is a Raj Kumari and she will no be like other kids. But as the fate had decided, the father is killed in a accident, and Kannamma is thrown to the reality of the real world. She fights with her mom, for food and new clothes. And complain that without appa nobody loves her. At this point, someone in the village seeing the plight Kannamma’s mother, says that she will take Kannamma to the Chennai where she can work in a house and that she will treated very well there. Both of them are happy and Kannamma comes to Chennai.
Not able to withstand the torture by the granny and her grandson, kutti decides to elope in the night. When she comes, she sees a man from the same locality and tells him that she wants to go to her village. Then they show that she is getting down from the bus and runs to her mom and she is very happy. But actually she was thinking that this is how her mom will receive her, lest she knows that, that man has actually sold her to some men in Mumbai and she is in a train to Mumbai. There goes her life????
What do people get by making kids a plaything…Well this is not just with girls, even young boys are not spared…And if they resist to this, they are tortured physically…when I read the article, it said how these children had such a bad impact that they hardly could face their family or the society. With no fault of theirs they are branded as “Dirty”…There is no point in blaming the government for not being able to control this…I think its the duty of every individual as a human being to realize that this causes so much destruction to every single child and the society on the whole…This is seriously something who upsets me a lot…Well all we can do is to pray or help any such kid if we come across one…
Monday, March 07, 2005
A weekend without Amma
This weekend was a really relaxing one. After almost 2 months I spent the whole of weekend at home. But the best or should I call it the worst part was that amma was not in town right from Wednesday. So weekend was kind of not very relaxing.
We don’t realis how much mom’s work in the house when they are there. It is so nice to get back home at 7.30 in the evening shouting from the door “Amma wats for dinner”. And then shout at her if she has made something we don’t like. These 4 days was truly difficult. Get up in the morning, make the bed. When amma is around, we are so lazy that we just get up and dash into the kitchen for T which ready and is piping hot. Now I had to make the bed, clean the room and then make T for Nandu and myself. Then I had to make breakfast. That’s easy when compared to cleaning the vessels. I don’t know from where sink gets filled with vessels. The sink is like “Akshaya Patram”, it just does not become empty at all. And the evenings, get back and cook, wash vessels, do a little bit of cleaning. My god mom’s truly have a long day at home.
So I thought this weekend, I should relax and have a good time. I was not keeping well the whole week. If amma was around, I would have got up not a minute less than 9:30 or 10. But this Saturday I was up by 6:15, making breakfast and T and packing dabbas for appa n Nandu. Then there were instructions for washing a whole load of clothes, had to dry them, give them for ironing. The servant maid turned up after 3 days, so had to be behind her back and make her do all the bit of cleaning. By the time AI finished all this it was 11. So then I decided to have my weekly luxurious oil bath. I missed amma the most at this time. It was so difficult to take clothes out of almirah with oily hands. If amma was around, all I would do is go to the bathroom, and then shout from there for things like towel, podi, and what not and what not. After the bath, I had to have lunch all alone, which I am just not used to. After which had a nice long nap for around 4 hours. Then my sis and appa came back, we watched kannathil mutham ittal on sun TV got dinner from outside and slept late. Sunday also was uneventful with the same old chores. But it was more relaxing as I had finished all the cleaning, and Nandu was there at home to help me out in washing vessels. Appa was a great sport and adjusted by eating all that we cooked. He also helped us in the doing the vessels one night. Then we just lazed around the whole day doing nothing but watching TV and waiting for amma to come.
I hope to have a seriously relaxing weekend this week with amma around and me bossing her around like always. Love u amma!!!
We don’t realis how much mom’s work in the house when they are there. It is so nice to get back home at 7.30 in the evening shouting from the door “Amma wats for dinner”. And then shout at her if she has made something we don’t like. These 4 days was truly difficult. Get up in the morning, make the bed. When amma is around, we are so lazy that we just get up and dash into the kitchen for T which ready and is piping hot. Now I had to make the bed, clean the room and then make T for Nandu and myself. Then I had to make breakfast. That’s easy when compared to cleaning the vessels. I don’t know from where sink gets filled with vessels. The sink is like “Akshaya Patram”, it just does not become empty at all. And the evenings, get back and cook, wash vessels, do a little bit of cleaning. My god mom’s truly have a long day at home.
So I thought this weekend, I should relax and have a good time. I was not keeping well the whole week. If amma was around, I would have got up not a minute less than 9:30 or 10. But this Saturday I was up by 6:15, making breakfast and T and packing dabbas for appa n Nandu. Then there were instructions for washing a whole load of clothes, had to dry them, give them for ironing. The servant maid turned up after 3 days, so had to be behind her back and make her do all the bit of cleaning. By the time AI finished all this it was 11. So then I decided to have my weekly luxurious oil bath. I missed amma the most at this time. It was so difficult to take clothes out of almirah with oily hands. If amma was around, all I would do is go to the bathroom, and then shout from there for things like towel, podi, and what not and what not. After the bath, I had to have lunch all alone, which I am just not used to. After which had a nice long nap for around 4 hours. Then my sis and appa came back, we watched kannathil mutham ittal on sun TV got dinner from outside and slept late. Sunday also was uneventful with the same old chores. But it was more relaxing as I had finished all the cleaning, and Nandu was there at home to help me out in washing vessels. Appa was a great sport and adjusted by eating all that we cooked. He also helped us in the doing the vessels one night. Then we just lazed around the whole day doing nothing but watching TV and waiting for amma to come.
I hope to have a seriously relaxing weekend this week with amma around and me bossing her around like always. Love u amma!!!
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