I remember with reverence some good women, who loved and cared me like their own child. My mother’s eldest sister, our Periammai, stand on the top among those. Parukutty Periammai, was with our family throughout my childhood. We were six kids and she spent the best of her life, helping my mother to bring … Read more
Amid the unpleasant messages emanating from near and far, from East, South, West and North and uncertainty of life itself, my face blossomed this morning when Megh. Kept before me hot kaappi, along with a shining plate filled with ‘adai’( a dosa variety), plus vellum (jaggery pieces) and butter, for my breakfast. What is so … Read more
‘We missed you’, said my good hearted close friends, when I returned to FB after a break. My memory goes back. The one person whose love for me was unquestionable, never uttered the words – ‘I missed you’ ‘Where is the question of missing your absence ? You’re always with me’- she used to … Read more
The mango tree at the back of kitchen whispered – from my blog Time 3.30 pm. Vicha ‘s electronic brain clock woke him up from his post-lunch nap. ‘Anna, kaappi’ ‘Wait man, let me solve this Sudoku four star’ After a minute or two- ‘Anna, still with Sudoku ?’ ‘Vicha, kappi has to … Read more
Annam Brahma. I was not ‘mad’ after food, till I grew old, though I did like food always and ate well. During my bachelor days in ‘Panchavadi’ a 10 years- long period, I used to have lunch in our Lab. canteen and for dinner used to walk eight miles to the Taj Hotel in Secunderabad, … Read more
He taught me life. An ideal teacher, who made his own life or mansion, from a scratch. Of all his practical lessons, the most important one I learned was the affection and respect he gave to his mother, who was in her late 80s when I saw her, as a child. After closing his shop … Read more
No nadaswaram procession I grew up at Olavakkode, a Muslim- dominant area on this side of the Kalpathy river, the other bank being the famous Kalpathy village. Our neighbor Vavukka’s family was like our extended family. The kids from that house, were my father’s pets and I remember a twins lying on my father’s lap, … Read more
‘Anantha Jyothy’, my Habsiguda house – takes birth. Bhoomipooja, nearly four decades ago, in the presence of my mother, who was fortunately available at Hyderabad then. She did stay for short periods in this house later, but my father did not, though I was happy that he lived to see the completion of the … Read more
My pooja room is an integral part of the springs and winters of my life. I have seen its golden as well as its dark days. My Moorthis dwelling in that tiny room reflected my waxing and waning! For my Appa of usually advanced thinking, there were a few conservative ideas such as … Read more
Almost all oldies, except me and including my brother Vicha, feel that they have all the problems under the sky but unrecognized or underestimated by others. Early morning today, he neighed from his bed, ‘Anna, odivaa, come rushing!’ ‘Enna aatchu Vicha! Are you still on the plain or flying up?,’ I enquired and went … Read more