Innocence_splintered

Ms. Cabot Homo sapiens, descendants of apes you are, she said, we believed, for she had proof, We giggled and that was it! cotyledons, monocot and dicot, the tiny seed that gives roots and shoots phloem and xylem transmitting life to branches and leaves pinnate and compound petals, sepals, calyx and ovary, o yes, an ovary in a flower and we believed, hibiscus and petunia cross sections and transverse sections laid before us for proof, vertebrates and invertebrates she differentiated all animals to molluscs, crustaceans, echinoderms, the words came flowing reptiles, amphibians, avians and mammals a look at the class and she asks “in which do man belong to?” avians a silly girl answers, “oh she lays eggs” comes the answer another giggle and that stuck to memory forever! engaging she was, and effective in discipline always a no nonsense but interesting class…

Let not the differences between your parent and their siblings hinder your love and respect for your aunts and uncles. They deserve your love and respect irrespective of their equation with your parents and it is your duty too. Listen to your parents if they have any grievances and empathize but do not let it take over you and reach out to your cousins without any prejudice in mind, if you feel they need your moral support … that’s a life lesson.

It's your choice to be happily ever after..... Twenty + years of wedded life is not a big deal, and shouldn’t be….but…the more we hear about divorces within a couple of years or for that matter within the very same year of marriage, it really seems like an achievement. Achievement of two people who pledged to ‘adjust’ their lives to sync with each other…LOL…I know there will be a chuckle there… Ingredients to a ‘happy’ married nah… I won’t say ‘happy’….. a long(er) lasting married life…. “shit load of humour sense, a deaf ear (only one should be deaf) yeah and if you like add one blind eye too great!, patience (kshamayude nellipalaka….no noolpalaka!!), a heart to apologize when you feel you are wrong, (not really necessary for the lady, the man would/should), an appreciating tongue for whatever the partner churns out of the kitchen, equal participation in bringing up the kids, their education and disciplining, equal importance for partner in decision making, …..well its...

BLISS!! After over 48 hours of agony and fear, he was laid upon my chest, wet but warm, hand in the air, the long fingers searching for something to grip on to. I offered the index finger of my hand that was free of cannula and tubes to which he held on to slightly whimpering. I placed the other hand lightly over him, felt like soft marshmallow, too delicate, I was scared to hold on for fear my rough hard hands might hurt him. The head which is supposed to be the hardest too seemed soft, it worried me if my hands with press on to his brain. Everywhere I touch I could feel the veins pulsating, the heart thudding against the chest so fast that made me think something is wrong. Gripped with fear and anxiety I looked for assurance towards the midwife, she seemed apathetic, I liked the Russian nurse on night duty, she was very considerate, I felt good when she held on the nitrous oxide mask and rubbed my forehead each time I cringed in pain.  A while ago the wholly worn out me was stru...

The Final resting place!!! As with most of the Sakthikulangarites, there’s this special bond that I share with St. John de Britto and thus far very strong. The more you find reasons both silly and grave to leave your homeland the more HE tugs at you to stay. You can put forward 101 justifications to leave but one reason to return and that’s HIM. “John Britto de mannu vittittu evide pokana”, the usual catchphrase that you get to hear with a deep sigh from the mommies around. While still a kid and away from Sakthikulangara land, I used to witness these discussions between the parents which sometimes end in arguments. The father for being where we were reasoning better facilities and education and the good of the children and the mother yearning to be back with her kith and kin which mostly ends in tears and a statement “enikku ente punyalante mannil jeevicha mathi”. Little did I know then, how this punyalan is going to play a part in my life too. He playe...

My li'l gentleman and me 😊  Naïve and ignorant, the mother I turned in all the rawness a teen mom can be when he came into my hands. Soft and delicate, always cheerful and merry! He was all smiles and giggles ready for his jolly ride. I did all sorts of tests & amp; experiments on him, he survived, not my credit but the Grace of God alone. I shudder at the very thoughts of how stupid I was with my precious one. I became very possessive of my newfound love, only I knew how to carry him the right way, how to feed him or wash him and put him to sleep, uncomfortable if someone else did these, be it even his papa. My OCD raised to levels uncontrollable, temperaments changed, voices raised, dislikes revealed, I could no longer remain quiet and smile all along, it all had to be vent out. I grew along with him, and we made it pretty fast. He became very hyperactive and I became an organized and mature mom if I can be called one by then… Well-mannered, polite and obed...