..have been staying at home now for quite a long time and till today could not figure out what do all the ladies do at home from morning till evening and night . Basically they all have children with them so i guess it is 24*7 entertainment or job ..so hmm ..what am i doing at home ..!!
can say one thing it is very boring whether with children or not ..It will be boring and damn mundane . Basically it is so wrong to think that having children will make life at home very interesting or purposeful . It can never be like that and children also need a break from their moms .It will be the same waking up in the morning , the cleaning business , then the feeding business and then the nothing !! there is nothing else to do with your selves unless may be you learn some thing like music , be creative i mean. But then too The Money factor is worrying .
I suppose we got used so much to being Busssy that any free time you find it taxing to spend with your selves .
Monday, 13 July 2009
Friday, 10 July 2009
Memories Forever
May be when i turn 70 years old and look back at life ( If am alive at that age ) i will probably remember Chennai as the place full of memories and sad notes .
Went today to Mylapore temple after so many failed attempts from my side previously that it is funny to even recollect them .After the marriage i promised my self that i would come there and offer prayers to the Gods.A simple thing . But the thng i noticed many times was when ever i tried to go there there would be some obstacle after another . Firstly it was the distance , secondly my journeys to chennai were always added with confusion , tiredness and ..hectic. So i post poned the trip , re-postponed and finally I went there today quietly .God , has this strange ways of communicating things to us . He stopped me so many times and finally when there is no more a father i go there as if nothing happened .
The temple was so full of memories that it is difficult to go there any more .
Me and Dad eating the pulihora prasadam and dad coming there so many times .
Me , Amma , nanna going there in 2006 for the morning trip .
Dad and mom going there before he came to hyd finally and they attending the Dakshinamurthy pooja there .
We going there when we were planning to buy the voddiyanam.
I and nanna once going around the temple on his bike and seeing the pond behind the temple , the guy who disappeared without giving us the change for flowers and..
he coming to pick me up from airport the day i came to chennai in 2006 ...
Me and him going to George town branch office and he showing me the beach road ..
the shopping i did for him in Nilgiris .
.The house in Kasturi apartments ..
And finally the painful art of his tript o Isabella hospital ..
..and it was so strange that we shld come with the body to our house in nolumbur as if to fulfill his last words to come to our house ... The feeling i got when we stopped at vijayawada prakasam barrage , i felt as if he wanted to stop there purposely to offer his last prayers to the goddess there ..
I suppose these are the things that will remain with me for ever and ever ..
Saturday, 4 July 2009
Death makes no difference
..though i really don't want to mention it that's the truth ..Death of a person makes no difference ....
If a place called hell is there , it is no where but on this planet Earth , right , right under our feet . Today we went to dad's house in My lapore and even though i wanted to avoid the adventure i could not just push Hd and be at home . So there we were in the auto with a cylinder , all the related papers and a small cylinder to fill at any private outlet . Just look at the process of changing the address and name of the gas holder's name . You need to get the address proof of the person who is not there int his world.Just imagine this , the person has disappeared and you need a address proof of him .So i and Hd went to nanna's bank and got the expired rental agreement .
Nanna promised the watch man of the bank to give his bike for a very nominal sum . So looking at both of us his face glowed and he smiled most sheepishly and sweetly . It was kind of funny actually . We gave him the papers and asked him to collect the bike by 2 o clock .
So after taking the papers we went back to the agency and they terminated dad's connection and gave us a new one under third party connection . It was soo sad to see dad's signature on the papers and leave them to fill ours . Its the small things like these that make us realize that one day when we are not there on this planet , its not going to make any difference at all .
Dear dad , i need to tell one thing , you were perfect in providing us all the things we needed in this life , and it would have been really great if you were there here , sharing all the things of happiness with us , but looks like god had different plans for you . And the saddest thing is the way things get replaced when we are not there , they are just done by some one else .
After some confusion again , the present connection is cancelled and transferred to Hd's name since he is the only one having address proof. And the giggling watchman comes gives me 1000 bucks instead of the agreed 2000 and smiles again cleverly saying he needs some bucks for the repair of the bike . Man , the way people react when money is in between .Well i was in no mood for any argument took the new 5Rs bundle from him and again boarded the same auto and came back to noalumbur .
The last connections with Mylapore are closed , but the memories will always be there . Some times bringing a smile and soem times making me sad . I wonder how many more such experiences are there in store in different forms , different situations . Ugggggh!! this life.
If a place called hell is there , it is no where but on this planet Earth , right , right under our feet . Today we went to dad's house in My lapore and even though i wanted to avoid the adventure i could not just push Hd and be at home . So there we were in the auto with a cylinder , all the related papers and a small cylinder to fill at any private outlet . Just look at the process of changing the address and name of the gas holder's name . You need to get the address proof of the person who is not there int his world.Just imagine this , the person has disappeared and you need a address proof of him .So i and Hd went to nanna's bank and got the expired rental agreement .
Nanna promised the watch man of the bank to give his bike for a very nominal sum . So looking at both of us his face glowed and he smiled most sheepishly and sweetly . It was kind of funny actually . We gave him the papers and asked him to collect the bike by 2 o clock .
So after taking the papers we went back to the agency and they terminated dad's connection and gave us a new one under third party connection . It was soo sad to see dad's signature on the papers and leave them to fill ours . Its the small things like these that make us realize that one day when we are not there on this planet , its not going to make any difference at all .
Dear dad , i need to tell one thing , you were perfect in providing us all the things we needed in this life , and it would have been really great if you were there here , sharing all the things of happiness with us , but looks like god had different plans for you . And the saddest thing is the way things get replaced when we are not there , they are just done by some one else .
After some confusion again , the present connection is cancelled and transferred to Hd's name since he is the only one having address proof. And the giggling watchman comes gives me 1000 bucks instead of the agreed 2000 and smiles again cleverly saying he needs some bucks for the repair of the bike . Man , the way people react when money is in between .Well i was in no mood for any argument took the new 5Rs bundle from him and again boarded the same auto and came back to noalumbur .
The last connections with Mylapore are closed , but the memories will always be there . Some times bringing a smile and soem times making me sad . I wonder how many more such experiences are there in store in different forms , different situations . Ugggggh!! this life.
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