I am liking it ! amma …

Hammer in hand, a little 8 year old sits in her balcony on a rainy Diwali morning bursting the inane pottu pattasu of the previous year . It can be weird like that you know. It used to rain on some Diwali mornings. It can be boring when it rains on Diwali. Even more boring if you have pattasu from the previous year that fails to ignite. And this rainy diwali has etched itself on my grey cells for many years now. It was a diwali that didn’t exist for us. Born in a TamBrahm family meant every few years not celebrating at all – what with distant cousins of the father, grand fathers, kollu pattis and thathas passing away. And what is smirk worthy is that you only mourn when a distant cousin from the fathers side passes away . Technically speaking you could even go ahead and marry even if a close grand parent from the mothers side passes away. oh well that’s a discussion worthy of another post altogether. Lets get back to the ganga snaanam business

As kids, we felt very disappointed with such Diwalis – we missed the badushas amma made, the pattasu  that was so carefully bought so as not to surpass the budget or the only  other occasion other than a birthday when we got new clothes.

So passing away of a distant aunt or a thatha meant no diwali – no badushas, no hoopla surrounding the diwali galatta.

This Diwali reminds me of that diwali in Neyveli, where I sat bursting the previous years crackers. The father in law who was very very dear to us passed away. We have been ingraining no diwali into the head of the 4  year old . When  I was pleased when he said ” No diwali for us. because thatha became a foto” , I  thought the boy has come of age, mature and all that

But the things on this side of town has been so tempting – what with lanterns, bullet pattasu and all that. The boy wanted everything – from colors to lighting to pattasu. First I got home the bullet pattasu , hoping it will satisfy the pattasu cravings.But alas , when I cannot resist the inane purchases I do on jabong, how can I resist pattasu temptation from a 4 year old

Off I went, him and me in an auto to the nearest pattasu store and got back home shanku chakkara and flower pots and many sparklers, and me muttering under the breath – please forgive us thatha !

On the way back home, holding a huge pattasu agarbati, the boy proclaimed – I am liking it amma . and also mouthed – battameez dil  and a  mini jig to match it , all on the road . . The boring curd rice too was devoured with much gusto, because we were waiting eagerly to do pattasu post dinner.

So we have been having a diwali – bursting crackers , squealing in delight, happy with all the pattasu kuppai (cracker mess). In the Tamil world, your happiness quotient during diwali is directly proportional to the kuppai you manage to accumulate.

… what I intended to finally say was that amidst death, amidst mournings and amidst remembering the father in law when you have a satisfactory meal, you revel in the happiness that children bring in , what with their quirly dialogues and all . . “Every body is doing diwali, because their thatha didn’t die” ..

… What you give to your children are memories. worthy of a lifetime. Of squeals, of laughter, of bathameez dil and dialogues such as “I am liking it amma”

So laugh, have fun, enjoy the long weekend minus the status calls and emails, have fun family moments, eat food – Kya pata. Kal Ho na ho

But in all that remember your loved ones – remember them in the arachu viitta sambar and remember them in the beans poriyal that you cook for lunch . mourning happens . Every day.  In the meal you cook, to the curd rice you lick off the plate . and sighing ” Thata used to lick his hands off the plate like that “.

Thata – you are missed dearly!


Relish Life. Savor it

Life events – of joy, of happiness, of get togethers, of good food and above all accomplishments

Accomplishments – that you manage to achieve amidst the daily rush, the achievements you manage to  gain single handedly, amongst tears and frustation

Do you get time to savor your accomplishments ?

Or does the maddening mundane rush of bugs, releases , conference calls and “Business as usual” dampen your celebratory spirit

Remember the bugs bring home the mulla , the money.

It helps you pay the insurance for the birth of the baby – if its a birth you are celebrating

The job helps you apply a bank loan – if its a home you are celebrating

So do you feel the mundane pressure of job and deliverables as a hindrance to your enjoying your life event ?

Or is it some thing that enabled your life event

If life @work is in deep shit , can you still savor your life event ? How successful you are in life depends on how successful you can detach from your thoughts ? ain’t it.

..Sometimes I ponder and cannot find an answer

I cannot waste time mulling over these thoughts.

Hence Winding up – Its business as usual. Mind it !

P.S : Added later, Happened to read this on the news. So I guess priorities go to families unanimously., Remember bugs happen every day. But we don’t make  love  babies everyday nor do we build homes every day