Rain, Rain go away. When the Mother in law, entered the household as a daughter in law, some thirty years ago, there was no water supply, in the kitchen or anywhere nearby. She had to bring it in a big brass or copper Kodam, vessel, carrying all the way from a distant well, after pushing … Read more
My Meenasister had sent a dozen packs of Avakkai pickles from Hyderabad, for distribution here, to our relatives in USA . We Andhrites are crazy about Avakkai and the moment our pack came yesterday, I tasted and called her to tell that I liked her gift immensely. ‘Was the salt-chilly proportion OK?” When I … Read more
Two old women, one fair, fat and fondly, the other dark, sharp and skinny came to my mind, while going to bed last night. Very rarely do women, especially old, appear in the mirror of my mind, while going to bed, to be more truthful, any time of the day, any time of the night. … Read more
Raman Sir, was enjoying his first ‘murukkan’ pan leaf chew, seated on the thinnai, front veranda of his house, while I was passing through, with a torthumundu, towel on my shoulder, towards the pond. “Vada!”, he invited me for a ‘murukkan’ . ‘Oru santhosha varthamanam – one happy news. It is a boy and he … Read more
“Anna, I want a Gingera,” requested my brother, while we were searching for some Krishna idols to be carried to America, in the Guruvayoour shops. Gingera, as you know is Tambourine , a circular percussion musical instrument, with a leather top and jingles at the central rim which produce tinkling sound when moved or shaken. … Read more
‘Konjam Ovaltine tharavaa?’ Kindly enquired Shanthamma( that is how Ishaan calls his grandma) Ovaltine! Where have I heard that name? I rubbed my eyes and it took a minute to go back several years to my childhood days, when my mom, used to give that drink. I never had it later. My mom perhaps, wanted … Read more
Some Accounts -men see only accounts in everything. Life is a ledger of credits and debit columns for them. My friend Muthukrishnan was an auditor with good credit balance of expertise. Mostly, he used to be on tour and during the few days having food at home, his wife, affectionately used to stand by his … Read more
He was like that, right from his childhood! Collecting things, show -casing those and enjoying from a distance. Pencils, erasers, books, toys whatever came to his hand, he used to neatly arrange in a row and look from a distance, smile satisfactorily, but never used those. When appa took us to Thripunithura, where my mother … Read more
‘Appa waits for an opportunity to worry and keep on worrying about it,’ complain my children. ‘There are people who worry on insignificant things like a mole on the neighbor’s face,’ I tell them. Worrying about a mole on another face? Are you joking? No, I’m not. Just one example. You know my father’s customer … Read more
“SP, wait a minute please” Someone called me from the back when I was entering the diamond -studded first gate of the Heaven’s kingdom. “Dushtudu, evaru noovu, calling me back, rascal, while entering the mahadwaram, the royal entrance of Swargam? ” I turned back and yelled at the empty space as no human form … Read more