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.
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…
Every girl is her dad’s princess and is pampered a lot by everyone around but someday she has to be the queen and take care of her people around.
Yeah this blog is about one such beautiful princess who became my queen and on how she transformed herself from a care free lady to a responsible mom. My wife K was a carefree, workaholic lady who shall be happy to spend all 24 hours at work. She used to have a hectic schedule on weekdays as she had to manage both work and home . She had no regrets about being busy. She infact loved being busy. Our weekends were crazy. Some weekends would go watching back to back movies, making wonderful recipes, singing, shopping etc while some weekends were spent just by sleeping for long hours, eating random stuffs.
The scenario changed during the April of 2013 when the pregnancy tester stick displayed 2 lines confirming the news of arrival of our love. The girl who was care free started planning things. Though it was little bit strange as I haven’t seen her so, I felt proud. Her workaholic nature didn’t change. She used to work from home for hours. Doctor advised her not to take much stress and it was hard to believe that she stopped working late hours from the very next day. There were mood swings but she remained calm and cool. She never complained about nausea. She lived the baby kicks and used to get tensed when the baby kicks were less. Her thoughts were always only about the baby.
In Jan 2014,our little boy came into our life. K took the role of responsible mommy seriously. From the second week of delivery she started doing everything for our son. Be it bathing, dressing etc etc, she would only do it. Her sleeping times were just 4 to 5 hours a day. I always wondered how a girl transforms to a mommy so smoothly and never complaint about any discomfort. The lady who loved watching movies back to back has a long list of movies pending to watch in her hard drive. The lady who loved sweets and chocolates have stopped eating them as her kid shouldn’t eat it. The lady who loved trying out varied dishes in restaurant has turned to be an amazing cook who cooks variety of dishes just because outside food is not good for health for her baby. The workaholic lady quit her passionate job to take care and be with the kid when he needed her. The changeover is so huge that I can’t explain in words.
Darling K, I have seen you transforming from a care free girl to a doting mom. Salute you for the sacrifices you have made and love you a lot for all the challenges you have faced with a smiling face through this journey of motherhood so far.
‘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.
The social networking sites which were enjoyable and helped in connecting to friends, family and like minded people seems to be turning out to be a annoying place to be in. The once facebook addict me, now feel that its creating too much chaos around. The memes, the so called intellectual videos, negativity, intolerance, sarcasm and criticism on anything and everything are the main annoying factors today.
Vblogs or Video blogs : Everyday 1000 of videos float through the internet and most popular are the ones that speaks gossip about actors/celebrities or that contains controversy. The titles of these videos are more annoying. For instance a celebrity had tweeted that the guy she is married to is her second husband while her job is her first husband. The title of videos that talk about it are ‘Celebrity is married twice and is expecting her baby from her second husband’. Dei who are you guys da???
Negativity : Being in India and also being active in social media, the toughest part is to find positivity. There are ‘n’ number of people who in the virtual world try to make us believe the following :
We reside at a cruel, blood thirst, non secular nation where only worst of the worst happens.
We eat only harmful food which will lead to cancer.
Fat people shall get cardiac diseases and slim people shall live forever.
A particular religion is great while others are fake.
Whatever we have believed to be our cultural identity is all fake and we have been living in a shell.
And lot more…
Sarcasm and criticism : Meme is a trend now. But its so annoying to put a meme for anything and everything. From a woman’s dressing to the government policies, from an actor’s interview to a movie celebration, from a social issue to supporting anti national activities, the sarcasm and criticism have grown hugely in the social networking platforms which really spreads more negativity.
So what can we do? Quit social networking sites? Get depressed watching all nonsense shared? Not necessarily. Here are my quick tips for you to enjoy being in social media:
Everyone who you know need not be your friend in social media if their ideologies or the content they share is annoying you. There is always an unfriend option to click and remove them from your social circle.
Take oath to spread positivity and motivate people around.
Whatever is said or shared need not be true always. Hence don’t get upset with the share against your ideologies.
You need not always defend the activities that you believe in. Remember there is life outside social media.
Join groups that matches your interests and get to know people who share your interests and keep learning new stuffs.
Subscribe to pages or people who inspire you. Read more stuffs that motivates you to move forward in life.
Stop sharing and arguing over politics and religion as that gives a huge peace of mind. Learn to ignore.
These are what I follow to overcome the negativity that’s passed through social media. Lets use social networking sites to spread positivity and peace rather than creating chaos. Everyone has right to share their views and you have the right to choose what to take in and what not. So be smart and be happy.
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. Iwas 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.