Ananya's Spirituality

Growing up a child is a really big thing. And very hard too. For days you ask her to say chichi when she intends to pee and then one day she starts saying chichi right after peeing, you feel that your efforts have not gone in vain. You are so..o happy.

Have you heard of this? When new-borns smile in their sleep, it is said that God had secretly whispered some joke in their ears and that's why they are smiling. Such a cute thing na. I had started showing Ananya how to pray when she was 4 months old. So every night when we would finally go to our room which is upstairs  I  would ask her to touch the two idols kept on the corners of the staircase and then say her prayers rhymingly.
  Thambaayi..amuthine kaathurakshikane
   sothumuthine kaathurakshikane
   oru kedum koodathe varuthane
   rogam vannaal vegam bedhamaaki tharane
* Oh God, please always save my amuth, please save my sothumuth, let her never have any disease and if she has any disease please cure her as fast as possbile*

I dont remember when she started understanding these words. One day she started smiling when she heard these prayers. And then when I made her to hold her palms together, she held it together until the end of the prayer. She has been doing it ever since.

Today Ananya 'prays' everytime she sees lamps or portraits of Gods. And she never gets tired of it. She even reminds me to touch those idols in the staircase lest I forget it. And I found out that almost all the kids react in a similar fashion to "Gods". Maybe today they don't understand the meaning of Spiritualiy but they are the only ones who turn to God with the same purity everytime. They really love God. We, adults, have a lot to learn from them. Isn't it?



P.S. :-I really thought that I would be writing my first fiction as the next post. But it seems that fiction is not my cup of tea.

Blunders of the past

Firstly I am so sorry for the last post. I myself find it to be so incoherently written. Some of the lines which had to be explained further was just bluntly written. I never intended to do so. But you do know about my skills with a touch screen mobile. So Red Handed here's the clarification for the blogging lingo. Of course every blogger has his or her own way of writing. But a common thing is that may be because most of us want even a layman to understand it, we keep it simple. Or so to say there's a certain tone to how a blog is written. Certainly not a "professional" way. That's what I intended when I wrote the word lingo. And yes television, in the past it was either entirely conversational or entirely narrative. Taking a midway seemed so synchronous with the blogs.


Phew. . So what's making news these days. Well of course AAP is there. Their u-turn is certainly hitting the headlines. Thanks to FB, I am reasonably well informed of the current affairs if not all. Particularly since I have distanced myself from TV and newspaper. Well of course like many others I was also all in for AAP in the beginning but these days ahem ...

But of course we are not here to talk about AAP's blunders. Instead its all about me. For the past few days I have been trying to recollect and sort out incidents from the past. After chotti communi grew up.

There was a certain period in my life where in I was really dumb. Schooling marks the beginning of that era. I was not that academically weak. But I never wanted to understand why we were studying what we were supposed to.

1. Our principal once came in to our school to fill in our SUPW hour. He considered himself to be a math-genius or was he? Whatever. So he started explaining about REAL NUMBERS. "so what's the real purpose of these real numbers? Why do we use them? " he asked. A very valid question... Being a shorty I was always placed in the front row. And because of that insecurity I always used to be heads down, a very successful way of escaping teachers questions. But this time I was being poked by Vinod. And when I lifted my head, I saw our principal's fingers pointing me. Damn it. " To completely represent the number line" , I said. Ha ha ha.... He laughed," that's so similar to saying that you buy potatoes to put them in your pocket". The whole class laughed. To this day I don't know the answer to the question because at that moment I was just thinking about how my classmates would tease me after the class.

2. The principal was so pathetically addicted to maths. So when our 10th classes began, we were sorted into three sections, purely on the basis of maths scores, for a maths class during the assembly time. Now of all the people, I got into the first batch where our princi thought were our future IITians. So one day we were given a test paper IIT standard wala. One problem was solved stepwise and our question was to write whether the steps were correct or incorrect. We were supposed to explain why those "steps" were taken and yours truly wrote

Step 1:__________ correct
Step 2: __________ correct
Step 3:__________ correct
Step 4:__________ the final answer is correct.

3. KV has its summer vacation during May and June. Eventhough June was not "summer" in kerala, it meant that I was never able to celebrate my bday at school. I could never wear a new bday dress to school or distribute chocolates to my classmates. Even in the college june was exam time. But S8 we had classes in June and I wanted to celebrate my bday elaborately. But cash was limited. So I just bought munch for the girls alone. Somehow the boys also came to know about it. Next day morning I saw "is this the way to celebrate a bday" on the blackboard. Lesson learned if you can't do smething secretly don't do it.

4. Farewell party. I was never a famous girl. So I was highly surprised when the guy compering called upon me to emote actor Suresh Gopi. His famous dialogue pa pulle... Ormayundo ee mugham. Two other girls did it decently well and left the stage. My first phrase pa pulle was heavily applauded. I got excited. But then I always had this stage fright which made me say ormayundo ee megham.....*pore pooram*

5. Eventhough I know that I am not a bad singer, I don't even hum in public. The problem is that I have lyricsforgottophobia. Simply I forget them. But during one lazy afternoon at office, "emotional atyachar" stung my tongue. I just couldn't get it off. Things went off guard when I was walking to other end of the hall and I was singing literally loudly. Almost everyone in the hall stood up.

 Well I see that its already a long post.*yawns* . Blunders haven't ended but I am winding up for now.

P.S. :- What I have learned is I can only ask Ananya to understand what she studies in future not force her. If she can't who else to blame for the rotten DNA passed on.

P.S.S.:- The principal in the stories above is no more. He passed away few years back but not before he got his share of irutadi (literally he was beaten up in the dark)from his students' parents. Even after his death, I still cannot sympathise over him. He was such a terror back then. Ironically his was a punishment transfer to our school.

P.S.S.:- Mallus....please watch Drishyam. I haven't recommended a film in a long time. But this one's awesome.

its new year...

*Its 31st dec. And I am reading anita's blog on Christmas. It has been pending for a few day now. The post ends saying that it might well be the last post of the year. And something strikes me. Oh shit. The desultory mind. I type the address in the address bar. March 2013. Thank God. Something has been already written for this year. Yep, that's me. And that's how my blog works. Just so that I don't miss 2013 in my archives.

Jan 1st.So there's a lot of time to post, exactly 365 days. I hope its not a leap year. Communi back to the snail mode. *

Guys... Happy new year. 2014 is here and I kneel down and pray to God, please please let this be a better year. 2013 was definitely bad. Some of the events I don't even wanna remember had occured in this year. Of course. Ananya was always there. Her pretty smiles, actions, everything has been the wound heeler.

Come to think of it. I haven't written a word since March. Of course I have been on a lazier mood for the past few years, but atleast I used to think about blogging once in a while. These days its not even about getting inspired. But more so its about the mind. I had so..o wanted to write everything Ananya did. But... I promise you my sweetheart, I'll take all the effort to jot down those lovely moments with you so that one day you can relive those.

*Sweet kisses to the lil mischievous girl sleeping beside me. She has been haunted by a series of illness for the past two months. Poor baby. Though nothing has stopped her from throwing tantrums every now and then. *

When I started writing this post, I was a lil hesitant. But I now feel the gush of words. Its flowing. I have never felt that I am grammatlly pakka. But it had never stopped me from writing. And now I feel the pure pleasure of blogging. The only problem being my phone. I still haven't learned to type in this qwerty keypad. Dictionary was way easier in N72.

Talking about blogging, l find blogging lingo has creeped into television. I find the narration in the travelogues particularly the foodie ones having blog lingo. You know what I mean, right. Yesterday I saw a cute lady chef in food food channel preparing some Christmas delights. She was the one who made me think in this direction. She had both the narrative part and the dialogue parts. She was going on talking about being graceful in everything you do. Even while you are kneading dough for the cake. Really...

Whatever. Before even  2nd Jan finishes, let me post this or lazy me will wait for another day without contributing anything. And 2nd Jan reminds me... 3 of my classmates have 2nd Jan as birthday. So happy birthday guys.

P. S. :- Please forgive me for all the grammatical mistakes. I won't be able to find mistakes in a phone even if I read it a 100 times.

P. P. S :- I am quite skeptical about how the post would actually look like in the computer. I have no idea about the alignment of the pics.