The promising rain

Waking up kids in the morning is a huge task. Do you agree? If they are school going kid and more particularly on a monday morning is toughest. Let me tell you why it’s tough first. You yourself would be in monday blues and when you go to your bedroom after your coffee to wake up your kid, they will be sleeping calmly and peacefully. The moment we brush their hair and call them with the pet name that we address, they shall give a cute smile and cuddle into you. In this cute situation who will have the heart to wake the kid up. And then after so many attempts when you make them open their eyes, we want our kid to wake up happily isnt it? 

That’s altogether another big process. We should have a script ready to make them feel excited to wake up. When some days Chota bheem helps us, other days some news about family or events at school or someone’s birthday. There are not to be said things too. 

Today being monday all the mentioned happened at my home too. I wake up to see that it had rained early morning. I thought this shall definitely excite my son as he love rains. So i wake him up telling the story of how it rained early morning and he gets excited. He wakes up fast and runs to open the window. I help him opening the window to see stagnant water at our apartment entrance and lushy green trees. He confirms with me if the water is due to rains or overflowing tank. I gave a promising smile and said it was because of rains only. 

I felt some sense of achievement but it was all for few micro seconds. The happy expression in my son’s face changed to sorrow one. I was completely confused. Hugging me tighly and with a sad face he asked – “Daddy, why does it always rain when I sleep?”.  A week back also it had rained when he had slept and keeping that in mind he felt sad and disappointed. I quickly had to gain back my energy and with a dramatic facial expression I said pointing my fingers to the sky “Hey you clouds, if you dont rain when D is awake next time god will punish you severly. ” Seeing this my son was super happy and proud. His prayer today also had request for rains when he is awake. 

And here are the rains now. Pouring heavily, making my son happy. I write this while I am waiting at the bike parking for the rain to stop and eagerly waiting to see my super happy son. 

Tales from my music diary – “Malargale malargale malara vendam”

It was a lazy noon at work. The lunch was showing off its results. Adjusting the nob below the chair to incline little to the back to have a feel of easy chair and take a power nap, I scrolled down the songs in my playlist. It was clear that I had been sticking to Rahman at day and Raja at night. I felt that the songs of other music directors where just quizzing at me asking “What happened today? Why coming to us?” and trying to escape from my sight. 

Feeling lazy to scroll, I just turned on the shuffle mode and plugged my headphones. The first song that played was my long time favorite. The song was “Malargale Malargale malara vendam” from the movie “Pudukottaiyil irunthu saravanan” sung by Bombay jayashree and music composed by Yuvan shankar raja. I quickly took my phone and switched on the ‘repeat this song’ button. 

The song starts with the sound created by walking in the water and I was taken to my college days when i have tried making the sound in rain water and singing the song. We shall spend our free time in my neighbor room listening to the new albums and this song did sprinkle the magic in me from the first time I heard it. I was addicted to this song to the level that even today closing my eyes I can remember my hostel corridor, the song playing in my neighbor room, the rain drizzle hitting my face and with tea cup in hand i hum the song along with my friend. The lyrics are still by heart. The lyrics on simple wishes, a happy-go-lucky lifestyle, a leisure talk with nature on a holiday,  leaves me amazed. Though its the heroine’s wishlist in the movie but I feel that it can be a simple dream for anyone. I remember how me and my bestie who loved music have spent nights at the hostel terrace, stone benches gazing at the stars and singing the song. 

The song keeps playing in the loop. I stare at my computer screen with some kind off happiness. Its not just people who can take you down the memory lane but music also does.

Cuddly cuddly sleep !!!

It was the second time in three and half years. I mark that night as one of the special nights. I didn’t sleep much that night. I was in my cloud nine and it took me some time to come out of the sweet shock and live the moment. 

Wondering what am talking about? It’s about my son and me cuddling and sleeping. Usually he doesn’t even come closer to me. He loves hugging his mumma and sleeping. I don’t know what happened that day. After his midnight course of milk, he came towards me calling daddy and hugged me and slept. The three year old son of mine has complaints about my beard which seems to irritate him when I hug him or kiss him. That day was an exception. He cuddled with me and murmured the words “love you daddy” which broke my sleep and kept me thinking if it was in real. 

I could hear him murmur in between about his grandma and grandpa. Guess he was dreaming about playing with them. He suddenly would go silent. I was just staring at the fingers that holder mine while sleeping, brushed his soft hairs, hugged him tightly because these things never would happen when he is awake as he is such a hyperactive fellow. Watching him lying down calm and quiet was really a boon.

This all lasted only for few hours and when he woke up in his sleep by early morning, he immediately gave a cry and jumped into his mommy’s arms. But I was still awake in amused…

Just a pose 🙂

Amma , our identity

‘Amma'(the tamil way of addressing mom) is more than a word. It has so much emotions packed in it. Let it be joy or sorrow her words are enough to soothe. When the whole world would point fingers on your mistakes, she would be the one who shall stand by you to support you and motivate you showing the positives you have. The list goes on for the super human who gave her life for her children.

My mom is one such super human who has a secret passcode to my anatomy. She knows when we would feel hungry, when we would fall sick, what i need when i travel etc. She is a successful home maker who has sacrificed her life for our family and never expected anything back from us. Her emotions are always extreme, could be happiness or sorrow and again its around only us(her children). Her demands are either around us or very lighter ones. 

As any mom and son, we share the best rapport. The best skills i have today are inherited from her. Be it maintaining friendship, doing crafts, painting, music and respecting everyone. The one thing which i still try to inherit is her patience and maintaining cool. 

She is a proud grandma now. Amma’s happiness and worries have now extended to my son as well. And he gets the 200% love which makes me and my brother little jealous. He became her world now.

She doesn’t care about this mother’s day celebration or dedication. When I wished her ‘Happy mother’s day’, she just replied ‘ok da. Now allow me to cook lunch.’ Love you amma. Wish you a long life with lot of love amma.

Me, my mom and my son 🙂

My Half relationship with my dreams

When did you dream first? Did it come true? Hey wait. I am not asking about the dream of receiving a chocolate from a fairy or a travel to a distance land but I am asking about the dream of achieving something. Have your achieved what you dreamt? If so, you should be lucky my friend.  

I am gonna describe the half relationships I carry even today with the dreams I couldn’t achieve through this blog.
It was during my summer holiday of class 6th or 7th and I had been to a relative’s house and thats where the seed of my first dream was sowed. During our casual conversation, they had mentioned about their friend’s kid who has took up fashion designing. I was curious to know what that course is about . It was only during that time that the course was budding in India. After doing some research and talking to the girl who has taken up the course, I decided that summer evening that I will become a fashion designer. I not only decided but I started following fashion and learnt to make sketches. But destiny had other plans.

After the failure of fashion designing career dream, I was completely shattered and felt that my world is crashing. I stopped sketching. I stopped following fashion stuffs. It was more painful than a love failure. But Sunit Tandon , Nalin kohli and Suganya Balakrishnan, the popular news readers of Doordarshan came to my rescue by visiting us in our television sets daily with their wonderful news presentations. The charm and charisma they had made me love journalism/news presentations. The winning of elocution competitions was another reason for me to love journalism as I knew that I had the capability of presenting something in a better way to the audience. The first step towards the dream was waiting for my turn or taking someone’s turn during their absence of reading news headlines during our daily school prayer assembly. When my friends were digging their heads into the brilliant tutorial books for medicine and engineering, I would proudly walk away saying I am going to be a journalist. My english teacher was so happy and proud that someone in the class is listening to him. He gave me extra attention and got me few more opportunities to compete in English elocution and debates. Though this dream lived a bit longer than the previous one , it couldn’t live forever.

I don’t regret for what I am today. I never dreamt of taking up engineering, excelling in my core subjects and leading a team today but somewhere in the corner of my heart my relationship with my dreams are unfulfilled. I didnt want to cut them off from me. I wanted to maintain an attached yet detached relationship with them. Wanna know how? I have started suggesting fashion to my wife, friends and well wishers. I design accessories for my wife. I have learnt to make beading and quilling jewellery. I do this to keep my half relationship with fashion and to fulfill my quench of becoming a news presenter or journalist, i invest my free time on blogging, working on conspiracy theories, hosting events at work and for friends.

The fire in the relationship with your dreams never dies completely. It just needs a blow from you to atleast maintain half relationship with it. 


P.S: I am sharing a Half relationship story at BlogAdda in association with #HalfGirlfriend.  You can also watch the trailer of Half Girlfriend by clicking here.

Five ways to make your kid’s summer holidays interesting !!!

Five ways to make your kid’s summer holidays interesting !!!

The summer holidays for kids is nearing or would have already started for few. Isn’t it a tough job to manage kids for 2 months at home? They will be bored and hence either they would be glued to the tv or be at ground playing cricket in the scorching sun or finding ways to spend the time frivolously. Can we plan something which can make their holidays interesting?

Following are the five tips from me , to make your kid’s summer holidays useful and interesting:

1. Learn to fulfill their basic needs : When we always wish that our kids should grow up to be an independent person, they should be taught basic household work like drying clothes, ironing clothes, make coffee or tea, clean small vessels, cleaning their cupboard and arraging them, dusting house etc. How much ever your kids live a luxurious life, they should know to fulfill their basic needs and should not rely on others. So make them feel proud to do their work and encourage the same.

2. Enhance skills: Lot of institutions organise summer camps for various skills. I googled and found that there are summer camps for anything and everything from handwriting improvement to developing android apps for school children from age 5 to 16. Enroll your kid for the course matching their skill set. Few may be interested in doing a theatre course while some kids might like to learn a new skill like swimming or painting or dancing. Use this holiday effectively by sowing a new beginning or watering the growing interest in yout kid to shape their future.

3. Volunteering to social activities: Parents should be responsible first to bring up a socially responsible child. Just by telling our kids wont help the society but we should make them understand and actionable. They can volunteer to visit an old age home or orphanage all the days during their summer holidays and help the inmates in their needs. They can also find out for social activities happening around your place for cleaning up beaches or painting schools etc through internet and contribute to the same. Encourage them on the same even after their school reopens.

4. Trip to a new place: Holidays are always fun with outings or a trip but for indian cities summer outings will definitely not be enjoyable. Hence take a trip to a new place (hill station) where you can escape from the heat. If you find that not affordable, make a trip to your native village or rural area where your kids can get along with nature. The kids will definitely have to understand the life of rural people too as being in cities the kids see only the lifestyle that we are into.

5. Learn a new language: Learning a new language shall improve the creative side of the brain. Also learning a new language shall be fun for kids as that will be informative as well as exciting. Kids always wish everyone to recognise the result of every action they perform and this is easy way to gain recognition from friends and family.

Apart from the above you can encourage them in developing their reading skills, enrolling them for fitness schedules, plan for picnic with their friends and parents etc. 

Let me know if the tips were interesting. Do you have any such tips? Share it with me in comments. 

Revival post

If only I am not lazy to type,

If only there is any mechanism to automatically drag and drop the load of my mind into a blog,

If only the random thoughts aren’t volatile,

If only I could think out of my work,

If only I read lot of books,

If only I get some idle time,

My blog wouldn’t be in a zombie state for a while now.