2011

So 2011 has begun and we are well into the 13th day of the first month of this New Year. I began the year resolving to keep 'No Resolutions' but I am rethinking that resolve and trying to draw up a couple of resolutions that I can keep or may be break.

The New Year started on a quiet note for me, nothing fancy, the weather itself was such a spoilsport. It has been so chilly and cold and it is only now that the Sun has met with some success at trying to push its way through the fog and clouds...but the Sun's attempt was sincere, to say the least.

But I am looking forward to this 2011...especially now that I have some resolutions to keep, albeit simple ones...but I bet you agree with me that the simple ones are the ones that are tough to follow...like back in school...my resolution every year would be...'I will get 90% in all my subjects'....eventually, I learnt not to keep unrealistic resolutions so my hopes don't get dashed.

Talking of hopes getting dashed, my heart goes out to the family of Rajeev Jolly Wilson, a strapping young man in his 30s who lost his very life, in a freak road rage incident....Devastating! I wonder where Tolerance and Peace are...The two probably realized that the last time they made news was when Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi was shot dead. Their Claim to fame - The Newspaper headlines on 31 January 1950...

                             MK Gandhi shot dead... end of the road for Tolerance  and Peace

Speaking of newspapers, there's been a significant change in what's been making news in the last couple of years...as for me, I usually choose to start my day with the daily supplement mainly because this ensures harmony at home and there are no fights over who gets to read first. I choose to be the sweet, benevolent spouse ready to give up her claims!

Call me an escapist, but with news of road rage, murder, rape and honour killings, I would rather escape into the colorful pages of the Delhi times, where smiles may be fake and the grapevine rife with news of the    'Munnis'(courtesy: Dabangg) and Sheilas (courtesy  Tees Maar Khan) of our times, but at least it is a welcome relief, however short lived, from the stark news of our life and times. Indeed on the 1st of January 2011, Delhi woke up to the headline of how a  young woman had been brutally marauded by men who decided that the way to celebrate the New Year was by assaulting a woman's dignity and looting her of her greatest possession, her self esteem. This, on a day when more than 30,000 khaki clad were patrolling the streets of Delhi.

News has reached an all time high or low (pick what suits you) with inflation, sexual preferences, scams and crimes of passion hitting headlines...depressing.

Yet as I search for my haven in the glitz and glamour of the Supplement, I am innately aware, that this is not the real world because a lot of the celebs featured are paying fat salaries to their PR agents who do the job, that perhaps a lot of them are fighting depression, loneliness and alcohol and drug abuse and are battling their greatest fear of dying alone.

I shudder to think what a difficult world, my little boy has to grow up in...A world full of choices but no clear distinction between good and evil...where 'alternative' is the word of the day because it stamps a seal of approval over everything from lifestyle, religious belief, sexuality, food habits,agriculture and even fertility. 

Sigh....Sometimes I want to bundle up the little fellow and put him right back into my womb...where I can shield him. But then that's not possible and won't be correct. So then what will be?....

I guess it is time to take some resolutions. Not just frivolously but purposefully...not for the heck of it but to take stock of things....to do my bit to create a better world for my little son, to teach him the value of prayer to train him to listen to God's voice in the cacophony of the world so that when 'alternative' becomes his 'Word of the Day'....His only alternative will be to listen his heart, a heart that is right with God.

Time to turn back to God....Thanking Him for the years so far and trusting Him with the year ahead.

Happy tenth anniversary, Mancha!!!

We've made it thus far, crossed the first bridge,

Completed a decade in our Historical Hitch,

The walk's been good, since the one down the aisle,

We've already outlived the Seven Year Itch!

Being 'husband' and 'wife', sometimes made us twitch

I must admit, I've fancied if the 'roles' we were to 'switch'

So I claim not perfection and admit to many a glitch

But with Jesus in our hearts, we smoothened the marriage pitch

I know not why God chose you and me, His reasons still have me bewitched

We always agree to disagree in this, Our Glorious Hitch

Yet today completing 10 years of that Historical Hitch

I know this decade with you Manucha, has me so enriched.

I cannot think of better words that rhyme with the word 'hitch'!

So I am going to end this little poem, I hope you dont' say 'Tch, tch!!'

Before I go, I hope and pray that God gives ten times ten,

Another 90 years with you is what i'd like to spend

We'll grow old together, and laugh till we're in splits

In all the moments thus far, we've enjoyed most bits!

I thank you darling Mancha for having and holding me to be your 'lovely' wife

I may not be the Proverbs 31 woman, but I sure as heck have tried.

So God be with us Mancha; Joshua, you and me,

For He saw through our emptiness and made us family

We'll get by with God, through the laughter and the pain,

And this I pray till life's end, devoted to Him, we remain

shame on me

alright alright! i accept, i have been away far too long to tender an apology. i cannot tender a resignation since this blog is really me and I cannot resign from myself...i have tendered too many apologies as well and i have kept my little blog hoping that i will get back soon...soon has never been this long...so well, what can i say, shame on me...but well the positive spirit in me never dies and i have been wanting to tell you so many things that i shamelessly come back.

So why is this time any different- my little bro from Down Under, Ashi sent me a sleek Net book, that is my latest obsession as of now and gives me no reason to not be able to blog. we still have to get a WiiFii connection (hope that's the way to spell it, any way you can't tell)

but this time, hopefully this time, it is going to be for good and for a long time. lots of changes, lots of events, lots of happenings, lots to report, lots to be joyful of, lots to be embarassed of, lots to learn....in the words of Robert Frost....I stil have promises to keep and miles to go before i sleep...yes miles to go before i sleep...
Sounding so profound and melancholic. well i am pushing 30 now and so i must look and act profound to say the least. so that's it from me...another post on Hope for my Hopeless blog....no, you are not hopeless, i am hopeless..you are my without hope....

you gotta trust me this time, again...i know it ain't the first time...but surely all the nice news i have to tell you will make up for it....look, don;t sulk now ok..i even placed an apt title to this post...i have made my apology public...lets forgive and forget...
Love for now and always...
Me

Happy Birthday to Me!

turned thirty today and now thirty doesn't seem old...back in school we would talk of thirty year olds as though they were 60...but now at 30 having completed 3 decades of life, 'old' is the last thing i am feeling....may because this birthday is so veryspecial to me....very very significant....am a Mommee now...Joshua my little son is born to me this year....my mom was 21 when she had me and i was 21 when i got married, which means she was as young as 42, but when mylittle one is 21...i would have already completed my Golden Jubilee...sheesh, now that does feel a little old...Maybe when i do touch 50...old is the last thing i will feel...Until then look on the bright side, it will be so much easier for Joshua to calculate his mother's age since she is a multiple of 10 as compared to his age....Knowing my dyslexia towards Math (and I sure hope the little boy hasn't inherited that gene!) these tricks should come in handy for calculations...\

Sheesh...how random is that....it is my birthday and i celebrated it in style....Pa took me for a great dinner at this amazing seven star hotel called Dream...Ma and Joshua in tow, we had a fantastic buffet...husbandji is away in delhi so maybe i will have another celebration there....now, let's just see!!! Until then I will be 30 going on 13!!

Ghosts of the Past - Musings on a Holy Saturday in 2009

They crept up around her, she didn’t know a thing. They startled and scared her. They even surprised her. Were they still lurking around…lurking around in the dark corners of her soul, her heart, her very being? These Ghosts of the Past!

She had read somewhere that time is the greatest healer, she had even believed it, had hope in it and for a little less than a decade she had also been able to live it to the fullest but may be some sores are just too deep to be healed completely. Those years gone by were blissful…blissful because of the associated oblivion…she became innately aware of the fact that it was indeed only the oblivion which had kept them away…only the oblivion…because they were still lurking, lurking in the dark corners of her heart…These Ghosts of the Past!

And now she stood face to face, they were staring at her, laughing mercilessly, poking fun at her…These Ghosts of the Past.

She wanted to run…run far far away… for the truth and the pain of this was bitter...Why was the truth of it bitter? Strangely because the Truth was one big Lie and there was nothing she could do to change that. She felt extremely helpless in the face of it and try as she might, she could not change it…the sorrow overwhelmed her as she dwelt upon the absurdity of life and another’s life having such a deep impact upon her.
Why? Why? Why? Certain questions are much like hitting one’s head upon a wall. Other than the hurt and the bloodied state of the head, there is nothing one can gain out of this.

She had moved on, or so she thought. But when they came for her again, she felt like a soldier without his armour…the open battlefield and the enemy advancing…They mocked at her, jeered at her, called her names…these Ghosts of the Past.

But she thought she was made of stronger stuff…she had matured over the years. Mellowed a great deal, Life had been gracious but also taught her some beautiful lessons. But today she felt helpless; she had abhorred that feeling, that feeling of helplessness where she could do nothing. Nothing she said or did seem to make any difference. Oh! How she loathed that feeling, that emotion of being less loved despite having gone the extra mile.

She turned her face away, her eyes tightly shut, the brimming tears could hold on no longer, they gave up their balancing act and trickled down from the rims of her eyes. Then a strange peace wafted around her…a strange peace…the kind that passeth all understanding.
Her mind took her to a Face, disfigured, with a broken jaw, wounds on every inch of space on that Face, a bloodied mess! Yet through it she saw a smile…the smile startled her. How could one smile through all this pain? The smile seemed to say…I felt the same, yesterday…

Yesterday?... yesterday was Good Friday.

Note: Dear readers, perhaps a lot of you are wondering about the meaning of this post. That Saturday, I was thinking about how certain memories in our life just lie there...events, ideas, thoughts we think we have gotten over and then suddenly when they rear up again, how we are caught unawares. i was just pondering on that thought, when these words flowed on to form this post...I didn't think too much before penning down this post...just allowed my fingers to type effortlessly and speak whatever was coming to mind...perhaps some one can find a reflection of themselves, an old fear, a little guilt, a feeling of being hurt...resurfacing and causing us to gasp...So what is it that we do....I gave it back to the One who took away all the pain, all the sins, all the trauma, threw it in the deep, blue sea and as some nice preacher said it, 'He put up a sign saying- NO FISHING'

Hmmm!

That title aptly describes my current state of mind. I have slipped into pondering mode. Just finished polishing off a plate of pazham pori...etekya appam for those from Kottayam side...Plaintain bhajjis for the Non-mallus and Banana Fritters for the completely uninitiated...I can't explain any further. I am not particularly a fan of these fritters...i am not fond of the fruit Banana in general and Kerala has a variety of these...I wish it had more varieties of orange which is my favourite fruit.
So you're probably wondering why then did I 'polish' of the entire plate...well the entire plate had just 4 fritters on it...they were piping hot and if you were enjoying Cochin weather currently you would have also gorged on these!
It is 6:30in the evening at Cochin and we have just had a nice little shower of rain, that has the atmosphere really nice and cool...I love the rains when I am sitting at home...the way one enjoys Delhi rains is with a hot cuppa Chai and some garma garm pakodas - in Cochin it is with a hot cuppa Chaaya and some amazing 'etekya appams'... different strokes for different folks....After that satisfying snacking...my tummy is all well- fed and saying..burp...
May be the title of the post ought to be Mmmm! and not Hmmm!

Trying to Get back after a Hiatus

Tis' been a long time...hence aptly termed a Hiatus..but I guess the more important thing is to be back. So here I am...willing and wanting to write....I do hope there is no hiatus post this Post.

Love, PottersClay