Life at 25

This noon, I was sitting in a corner of my room-silently sipping tea and tickling my thoughts.. In the process, I realised that in a month or may be 23-22 days, I am turning 25… I felt like a reel with subtitles being re-wound and played through my head…. Here’s the gist and thoughts of mine ๐Ÿ™‚

#1 Goals:

10 years ago exactly, I pictured myself driving my own Navy blue car- I always wanted to drive a Ford car, don’t know why, but it did and it still does fascinate me-sometimes. I had many a goals… May be, I will just laugh at them now… ย I never knew what career was way back then… The only thing I knew closely was Food/Lunch Carrier (I did not know the spelling also ๐Ÿ˜› ).
I sometimes said I’d be a Doctor, to some- a Lawyer, to some more- a Scientist… None of these have ever neither come to me on a piece of paper as a degree, nor have I practised any of them… I felt crushed for a moment, coz most of those my age were pursuing or have already pursued their goals…
I may not have reached any goals that I had set for myself.. I know I did not even buy a toy-remote car for myself…

I realised that all these years I’ve not been setting any goals for myself , but I have only built Castles in air…
But then, I justified myself;ย Though I did not get a degree or certificate in the above three mentioned streams, I have been a Doctor to many pained and troubled hearts that wanted to be healed ๐Ÿ™‚ . I have been a Lawyer and stood for myself at many a places… Though many of those who claim to know me well may not consider this, well, I have been there for myself always and have argued not just with others and their perceptions & opinions, but also to myself-my thoughts… Coming to being a scientist- researching – innovating-creating stories and entertaining my readers has made me a scientist too ๐Ÿ˜€ .
Career wise, I am still going with the flow… I am loving the work I am doing… As long as I am satisfied with the work I am doing, I am happy and I feel that I need not convince anyone by simply lying about doing big things or build fake expectations about myself to anyone, for, I know, in the flow, things will just happen… I need not really run behind it, just the right efforts are enough ๐Ÿ™‚

#2 World’s Elasticity:ย 

The transition from a teenager to an adult seems like a blink of an eye-lid now… All these years, there have been several ups and downs…
There have been days when I’ve felt very happy, laughed till my tummy muscles stretched and ached… Time never bothered at all… It just passed off so soon…

There have been days when I’ve whined, curled, cried and shouted till my throat tore apart…. I have vented anger silently, sobbed with a smile on, masked all my feelings. All these days of sadness felt longer…Each day, I eagerly awaited to smile even under the mask… I wanted to remove the smiley mask and smile for real…

When I met people whom I never wanted to be a part of my life actually came into it, I always felt that the World is a small place, populated with morons…

When I am in search of that one “special” person, I now feel that the World is so large and each day,it is stretching miles and miles longer…

With a collection of Paradoxes, I now understand that, ย People walk-in and out of our lives, Situations arise and fall teaching us many lessons… It is we who must be well aware of the lessons taught by people, situations and feelings. Making ourselves aware of this Elasticity of Infinity and prepare ourselves to remain Neutral to everything-be it any Ups or Downs.

#3 Achievements:

I see a lot of my classmates, friends and cousins post their achievements very proudly… I see my fellow 25 yr old’s reach stars already in various fields… I see people posting their pictures and status on the social media stating their achievements… Someone telling that he is heading for a 3rd Masters Degree, some one telling she opened her own boutique, someone or the other in some corner of the world , everyday, is achieving something or the other…someone else is struggling to achieve what the other person has achieved.
For some, achievement is in career, for some-in family, for some-in the public…
While someone in some corner is achieving something, accomplishing some or the other task, I feel, I am not a part of that corner of the World… Coz, my World is a Circle and it has no Corners at all ๐Ÿ™‚
Living and surviving all these years is the greatest achievement… Every breath, every heartbeat counts… Isn’t that one of the greatest of achievements???

“Living this moment is an achievement, rest all are just ย accomplishment of minor tasks” ๐Ÿ˜‰

#4 Earnings:

5 years ago, I pictured myself heading a Team of professionals, earning not less than 12 L.P.A… Then, as days passed, I saw my friends, classmates and cousins either earning more than me or struggling to equate my salary..
Days passed… Several situations of several people made me realise a lot…
When you are thirsty in a Desert, you can’t drink money. When there is an earthquake and your millions worth bungalow is all damaged, even a hut made of bark seems like heaven. When loneliness hits you hard, money cannot buy you love.
Money can buy you only materials, never Love…
All these 25 years of my life, I have Earned a lot of love, affection and care from a few people- if not the world as a whole ๐Ÿ™‚
Money, wealth, luxuries are short lived, when you die, even your name and fame dies with you- if not immediately, after a few years it will-coz you will be succeeded by someone for sure… All that remains are the memories of yours, with your loved ones-all the love that you gave and that what you got from your people… Live a Life worthy living- not just for yourself but even for others-That is where you will make a difference-Be a legend”ย 

#5 Learning:ย 

Learning for me has always been learning a new subject in school/college, write exams and fare them with some good grade…
Later, after years-Today, I figure out that I have learned a lot from every smile, tear drop, loudest of laughter, silence of words and anger that has been vented…
As most of us talk, we have either talked about our greatness or have criticised someone… Because of these acts, we have and still do, lose people from our lives…. In order to show the world that “I too am sustaining”, we are trying to superiorize ourselves to others.
I see a child locked up in every individual- locked up and buried deep inside with thick and big walls of EGO. That child who is crying and pleading us for freedom…. That child who is feeling unjust within us, for doing those actions that are not liked by him/her… We are all bottling up many of our emotions, trying to prove ourselves to the World… Trust me, World is never asking you to prove anything… Everyone, is in some or the other way facing some or the other problem and every child in every grown up individual is crying for freedom from falseness.

For once, I learned that I have to let out my inner child, regain that innocence and accept everyone the way they are, correcting myself and expanding my Circle to give space for everyone to stay in, expanding my Circle’s boundaries, vast enough.

If you bind your book called Life, with the thread called Love, this World would be the most peaceful place to live in”ย 

My learning never ends here, it is a journey that stretches infinite miles longย ๐Ÿ™‚


Love & Cheers,
Meenu Iyer A.k.a Aarya

Disturb your Loved ones – Express it out!

Hello Readers!

Long time… I know… It has been really long I have blogged some sense too… Well, all these days I was held up with various things… ย Right from my studies to work to personal life… It was all hectic ๐Ÿ™‚ . ย Now that I’ve found a lot of time to write, I wish to write something that I’ve learnt in the process of “living” all these years… “Survival” is totally different than “Living” and I understood the difference on the go of so many years… Let us see if most of us are “Surviving” or “Living” .

It all started with a text message, way back in 2008,ย ” You are a wonderful person and you do mean a lot to me Zubin, you have always been there for my help, how would I forget you after Intermediate?” which I typed in fluke to one of my class mates in the college and he still sticks to it and stands as a very good friend of mine. Initially, I thought he was trying to flirt with me whenever he ran for my help, even for the silliest of things, but then, recently, when he met me with his wife, he told her ” Farah! see, she is that friend who made me feel so good with her words…Had she not texted me that day telling that I am a wonderful person, I wouldn’t be who I am now… Her words meant a lot to me that day when I felt used up by my friends… She was the only one among all of them who spoke such soothing words to me… It did work well on me… I was so stupid that I went to an extent of ending my life for nothing… I felt that my survival meant nothing but then came her text, and today, I am a doctor-Saving many a lives!!”
I did not know that one message actually is saving many a lives today… It was totally un-intentional.. I thought Zubin got emotional coz we were all going to finish our intermediate education and were going to part our ways soon… I never knew that there was so much to it… I smiled and went back to a few more such instances where some people made my life worth “Living” .

One such instance is when I cleared my Accounts exam, in the final semester of my MBA… I had failed terribly for 5 times. This time- I passed!! I called up to my parents, sister and a few of my well wishers, to tell that I was now a Post Graduate. Their responses were all the usual wishes and “I am so happy for you” , “You did it-finally” kind of ones… I straightaway went to my Best Friend’s place to convey the good news… Though I had already conveyed the news to her over phone, when I went to her house, I saw the happiness and achievement in her eyes… She felt like she achieved something, that Pride filled happiness was so much visible on her face… She laughed her heart off and finally, she saidย “Hey, let me take a Selfie with you… You are an MBA now and it is no big joke… After your MBA, the first ever selfie you are taking is with me, remember that!”ย  That moment, I literally had tears in my eyes but I could not express myself… I felt that my hard-work was totally justified… My bestie did not tell any words… She very well expressed her happiness for me.. Infact, she was more proud of me than I being proud of myself for passing the exam… Though it was a simple gesture, it did mean a lot to me, it still does…

Similarly, many a instances have occurred in my life due to many people and to many people because of me, where both- the person/people and I have felt that “This life of mine is worth living”ย 

Most of the time, many of us don’t express it out to our loved ones.. Be it our parents, our siblings or our friends or colleagues… I know it is difficult to express out how we are grateful to someone, but at some point (the sooner you say, the better it is), express… ย Every now and then, when you are speaking to someone or when you are with someone, speak about what good they did to you and how you are thankful for it…
It need not be a big speech… It can be a simple gesture like a smile or may be a nod.
May be you can tell how much your friend means to you, with a small gift, a small note on their birthday, or may be a greeting card ย or a simple text message sometime, when they never expect it coming from you. ๐Ÿ™‚
To your parents, gratitude would be a very small word, hence, the best gesture you can show is giving them your time… May be 30 min… We have a lot of time for social media and friends, but not to our parents/family. The best ever thing to express how much you love your family and how much you care for them is to give them some of your time everyday… I don’t see any harm in giving an hour’s time to my parents and sis, every evening after a hectic day at work.

I may not be qualified to speak on how to express love to your spouse or gf/bf… All I can say is, there is more to show your love to them rather than just telling “I Love You”-cinematically… I always laugh when some one says I Love You to their spouse or gf/bf… It is as stupid as that.. I don’t understand why should some one tell it always when they are actually together because love is the one that binds them. There are many more things to express love to your other half is what I feel… As I already mentioned that I am not qualified enough for this now, I will slowly but surely decipher better ways to express ๐Ÿ˜›

Remember one thing friends, most of us must have felt good and worthy of living our lives, when we are appreciated, when we feel loved by others and when someone praises us and our work… More than anything, we personally feel good when someone lends their ears to us, without judging us, even a bit, without offering any sort of solution but calmly assuring that they are with us, we literally feel on cloud9… So it is, with others… With smallest of gestures or may be smoothest of words, we could make some one else’s life worth living.. .May be a word or two, may be someone out there needs more than a pair of ears- a heart to understand, a heart to empathise, a shoulder to lean on, a calm yet strong assurance that they have someone by them… May be your simple smile can brighten someone’s day.. May be your simple text message with some soothing words can make a person change to a whole new person… You just don’t know…
Most of us think that the other person is busy in their life and it is not just right to disturb them with a phone call or a message… Trust me, this is just a myth!

  • If you feel you need some help, don’t ever hesitate to ask… Be it even at the mid of night, feel free to disturb them and ask for help – This way, they too will feel free to approach you when you are needed…
  • Tell the person how much their presence in your life has impacted you, make them feel good and worthy… They will do even more than before… Don’t mistake this for flattering.. Be honest and tell them the truth..
  • It is always better to express gratitude to the person immediately, it need not be a simple thanks… It can be a small gift, a note, a FB post, or a simple text message…
  • Build trust in people’s heart that you are always there for them, they will also do the same to you…
  • Call your friends once or twice a week and text them everyday. Appreciate them humorously or simply tag them on any random post on FB so that they comment on it and you can have a good chat with them and constantly be in touch with them.
  • Above everything, lend your time to people around you, give them wholehearted attention coz sometimes all that a person may need is a heart that silently listens and ensures them to stay strong and fight their odds…

Remember something Friends, all of us are Humans…at some point of life, we do crave for the need to be appreciated, loved and cheered… Just like how someone helps us feel good, it is also our duty to fulfil their needs as well… Remember that people keep coming and going in our life to teach us something, to make us feel worthy and worthless as well… We often sit and waste our time in judging and assuming things about others… Why not for once, we think only good and send good vibes to all those around us… It will surely reflect back to us some day… Let us not expect it, but there is nothing wrong in making someone “Live” rather than just “Survive” … All of us would be animals if we solely depend on water, food and air for our survival… We, as Humans need more – We need Emotional connection, may be that is why we have an extra sense and we are made special by God… We can talk… Lets make great use of these senses.

There is no harm in making the ones around you feel special by disturbing them with messages or calls or making your presence being felt by them at the right time ๐Ÿ™‚


Meenakshi Iyer a.k.a Aarya











Gumbalo Govinda Prayaanam

Hello everybody! Long time I have blogged…. I am presently working and work is pre-occupying my mind… Well, all that aside, I have something to share with all of you… Last week, with the grace and mercy of my manager, supervisor, colleague, receptionist and trainees- I was given a leave of 4 days, to attend my cousin’s wedding at Palakkad… I was an unannounced passenger with the team of 40 odd family members and friends who were travelling to Palakkad for the wedding…
Well, here are somethings that I observed and have been observing and might observe during the group travel with “Namba vaal” 😝😝😝😝
There are some mandatory-stereotypical things which happen during the travel… And it goes like this…

1. Vetty bandha at the station: See, when you go and meet your gumbal-mates as in, your travel mates, ie., your relatives-mama Mami, Anna Manni, Akka Athimber, athai athimber and so on relatives and some aandies and unkuls who are your family friends who are more of your family than friends, it is a necessity that you smile at everyone at the station , the FAQs that you face will be
Epdi Vandhel, Ola 🚕 va?? We came by ola only.. It had AC and weefee (WiFi) and all you know ah.. What a big car I tell you.. Nalla cab aakum…
My mind voice (MMV) “ Prime la vanden nu bandha va… Mokka naaye, free ride kadacha without la kuda vara jenmangal pathi enaka teriyadhu 😂”

Epdi vandha enna, ellarum ore edathuku daane da porom 😝😝😝😝

2. Office work: There are these Velaikaaras- that only , the so called Workoholics who open their laptops, plug in the charger, plug in their headphones and update their Facebook status 😣😣😣😣 , in the name of doing office work…
MMV dei unga kadamai unarchi ki oru alave illiya da

Because I was one among the last moment joinees, I had to mandatorily mooku aala azhudufyingly explain about my leave grant and of course curse my manager, supervisor, colleague, receptionist, office boy , trainees and all those at my workplace… 😂😂😂😂

3. Bhojanam seiya vaarungal: The traditional lunch for gumbal travel- puliyodharai and curd rice boxes with potato chips packets were distributed among all of us… I got to hear these from random people…
1. Puliyodharai acidity aagum pulippu romba jaasti
MMV puliyodharai la pulippu illama vera enna daan irukum?? ๐Ÿ˜ฎ
2. Thayir pulikave illa 😁
3. Puliyodharai ah biryani nu nanachu sapdu… Indha muruku daan leg piece – MMV naan eppo da biryani venum nu keten.. Leg piece naa kannala kuda paathadilla.. Vena un leg ah piece panni kaka ku podren 😣😤
4. Diet aakum.. Roice chopdamaachen (stylishly one aandie said rice chapda maten) Adi paavi, appo nee sapdra potato chips la enna anti fat products ah iruku.. Illa , konja neram munnadi kudicha apple milkshake enna zero cal ah??
5. Enna ma neeyum diet ah? :D:D
MMV: Vitta tubelight, bulb ellame sapduven.. Pakanuma ? 😣

4. Pechugal- Varthaigal-Jokesu- Tamaash- All through my journey , there were only these topics that were talked about
1. Husband- Wife jokes, sexist, racist jokes
2. To-be married gals ku teaching Wife sciences
3. Peethikal- even about their dog’s poop(which is extremely essential)
4. Ennoda kalyanam appo ennachu…
5. En college days la.. Work days la.. Etc etc…
6. Talking about politics, random people, relatives, gossip and vendaatha kisu kisu…
7. Aduthadu un kalyanam daan
MMV : neenga sollanum nu aavisyam illa

5. PUBLIC DISPLAY OF THE LOVESU 💑💑💑💑: This has to be explained acc to age group 😂 let me start with the recently married ones…
1. 2-5 years of marriage: These couples romance kallathanama in the public waiting for a chance to display the lovesu… 💑
There are these new parents 👪 .. The new thaaikulams keep on getting annoyed and show off as if their kid is giving them a tough time… Then they force the kids Appa 👨 (who pretends to be on some official work/call appo daan) to clean the kids 👶 kundi and change the diapers.. Then they peethify that their aathukar is so cooperative, nalla Appa to the kid and all.. Sathiyama this kids kundi cleaning act and diaper changing may look cute just once, every time the kid does aai, it is as aayish as the amount and stench of aai in the diaper! 👶💩😠😠😠
2. 20-30+ yrs of marriage: These mamas in shorts feel like they are recently married and call themselves as youth and can still be as potential as a youngster.. All their manmadha leelais they show off here only… They talk and advice people of my age about married life and adjustments and all…
One mama even put his hand around his mami’s shoulder to show off how young and romantic 💏 he was and the Mami blushed 🙈🙈… Trust me, it was not at all 0.000001% cute 😒
3. Lovey doviest talks and all they do here only.. Who cares what nickname you call your spouse?
4. Mandatorily they talk about their relationship, tell kutham korai about their spouse and suddenly praise their spouse.. Sathiyama I did not understand why are they doing this…
My amma and appa also joined and I threatened to get down in the next station and go back to Hyd! 😣
5. During a conversation, someone told me “Meenu, aduthadu un aathukaar ah naangalaam pidichundu unaku katti veikarom di…” 😝😝😝😝
Me: En aathukar ah neenga yen pidikarel kattikarel?? Legally naan daan pidichupen naan daan kattipen..
* And she felt embarrassed* 😂😂😂

6. MOBILE VERIYAN MAMA- CANDY CRUSH MAMI- MOBILE DOCTOR 📱📱📱📱- Speaking the truth, I got to know one thing that the mobile usage by humans of 50+ age group is actually the highest among all the humans of other age groups….
There are these mamis who play candy crush for hours together, fight with us for mobile charging slots, then play the game and discuss it for hours together… Andha kandravy candy crush la apdi enna daan iruko 😫
There are these mobile veriyans who curse the mobile because the old malayalam songs are not playing in their phone’s YouTube…
Then they come to me for repair… Once for all, I became a customer service and troubleshoot executive for iPhone, Samsung phones and tabs…
When I was shivane nu listening to songs in my lotta lenovo phone, one mama comes and asks me to repair his phone.. I do it and there comes a queue of 10 odd mamas and mamas 👴👴👴👴👴👵👵👵👵👵 asking me to repair their phones 😫😫😫
See, it is absolutely not annoying for me to help them out.. But then, after math of the repair, I get to listen to annoyingly-sillily-stupid words from them.. Something like this
Neengal youth ellam eppo paaru phone liye irukele adhunaala ungaluku ellam teriyardhu.. Enga kaalathila idellam onnum irukalai… Ippo daan.. Ellam chatting vandriku.. This chatting and all naala minds kettu pordhu, kandi kanda pera kalyanam panni divorce aagardhu… Naan unna sollalai ma.. Podhuva indha kaalathu youngsters pathi sollaren”
My mind voice : Aama naan daan 24*7 candy crush valadaren, naan daan kakoos la YouTube video pathundu enga iruken enna panren ne teriyama ukandruken paaru… Yov ungala madri silaper irukardhu naala daan innum indha India urupadaama iruku 😤😤😣😣😣😣

Ipdi daan Palakkad poi, Hyderabad vardhu vara oru gumbalo govinda journey aachu 🚎🚋🚋🚋🚋🚋🚋🚋… Though it was so annoying, I still did enjoy a lot.. But then, the next day, when I saw my fb, it was filled with friend requests from 28 odd mamas and mamis… And then, someone even made a Whatsapp group and added me into it (which I muted unable to bear their mokkai) … And then one day someone called me up to ask regarding some job for their peran and end of the conversation, they put a big vedi gundu on my head telling- “Meenu… Unnoda kalyanam ku ide madri ellarum travel pannalam… Same to same.. Romba jolly ah irukum”

Sathiyama telling, this vedi gundu is not letting me sleep past few days 😵😵😵😵

Govindas of the Gumbal

The All-Age Ladies Poojais

“Appa, vara velli kizhamai nanna iruku pa, poojai ah vechikalam annike… Thalli poda venaam pa… Enna di Meenu, Sarasu sollarel??”
“Engaluku seri daan ma.. Anyday is fine for me… Naan college lerndhu permission potudaren…” ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜‹
“Di Meenu… ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ˜ฃ ennoda office enna mamiyar veeduย  nu nanachiya chumma leave kuduka… Any day nu sollarai… Konjam iru ketu sollaren…”
“Adiye yen chella Akka… Unga director kitta sollu *Mami Mami one day leave kudungo Mami… Vena engathu suvasini poojai ki neengalum vango Madisar onnu free ah tharen* nu” ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚
“Ey over ah pogadha… She might be a tambrahm adhuku nu apdiya pesardhu..she is my mentor”
“Indha mental ku oru mentor vera… Seri seri… Seekram edo onnu solli leave kelu… Poojai pannina daan di un kazhuthula thali yerina daan en route clear aagum” ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜
“Amma iva vaaya moodindu iruka sollu Maa… ๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ˜ฌ”

* It was all fixed, sarasu got her leave approved, which amma thought is totally ambaals blessings on all of us… Mamis and Kanyas were invited for the Suvasini and Kanya poojai on that Friday, being the auspicious Thai Velli Kizhamai.. We made all the arrangements for the 5 ladies And 5 little girls aged 5-9 yrs of age…. Our aasthana aathu chef Vaikunttham mama gave us appointment to cook at our place… (He cooks for all poojais and events in madi hence gives meeting appointment to Obama mama also very rarely na paarungolen… Naangal evalo kuduthu vechrukom!) *
*4:30 am- Utthishta jagadaa dhaare..trailokyam mangalam kuru….*
Kamakshi suprabhatam by M.S.S Paati was being played in the living room.. Suddenly someone plugged into my ears, their headphones which played Eminem song….
It was my thambi Kicha ๐Ÿ˜
Kicha, Chitti and Chittappa had come all the way from Chennai to participate in the function…. I was delighted coz Kicha and I as a team, made so much fun of Sarasu and our cousin Gayu akka… Sadly, Gayu akka could not come coz she had to attend her in-laws who had come to their place from Mannargudi…. Gayu akka promised to join us via skype that day….

“Sarasu, Meenu podavai kattindela di?? Aacha ennadhu help venumaaa??”
“Aachu chitti…. Idho naan vandhuten… Sarasu room kadhavu thattu chitti thoongi poirpal aval… ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚”
“Illai chitti… Idho naan ready… Tulasi poojai panna ponen adhaan… Andha thookamunji Meenu daan innum ready aagiruka maata… Poi naalu potutu kutindu va chitti…. ๐Ÿ‘ฟ ๐Ÿ‘ฟ ”
“Yei Meenu ennoda vesthi pathiya di, idhuku nu vangindu vandhen”
*aamam edo Ivan vandha suvasiniyal ku vethilai paaku thamboolam kudukapora madri la scene otaraan…*
“Meenu I heard your mind voice… Vandha yaaradhu mamis la oruthi en Nandini oda amma va irupa.. Nee vaena paaren ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜‹”
“Kudumi la malli poo vechi pinniduven…odiru…. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜”

**Vaikuntham mama arrived with his Ak47 karandis and aapais on his TVS50**
The aroma of melting jaggery with that of roasting of sambar masalas, paruppu vadai and fresh clarified butter mixed with the scent of fresh malli poo maalais delivered at our doorstep by Anwar bhai and the smell of warm smoke of sambrani from the pooja room filled our house…. Somehow, it felt like being in a temple’s fest…..

Mamis, along with their kanya grand daughters and mamas started coming home one after the other….
“Meenakshi andha paai ah virichacha?? Mami ki laam chair podu…. Mamas ku unnodu room la match paarka Kicha arrange pannirukan avaala anga azhaichundu po… Seriya? ”
“Seri ma… ”
**aiyo ennodu room daana noku kadachuthu match ku ๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ˜’ ? Seri, anga clean ah daan iruku… En room locker ah modhalla pootanum adha pannitu varen**

Sarasu ushered all the mamis and kanyas to the Pooja hall, after amma-appa, chitti and chittappa washed their feet.
Mamis were given new pattu madisars and the little girls were given pattu pavadais, which chitti specially brought from Kanjivaram…

“Mami neenga laam en kooda vango change panna ore room daan iruku.. Ungaluku aakshyabanai illena please Inga change pannikongo…”
“Meena, we are 5 ladies, idhula 2-3 people don’t know how to tie.. So we will all change it together so that one can help the other…”
“Aiyo Mami… How? ๐Ÿ˜ต๐Ÿ˜ต”
“It’s alright ma”
OK OK… As you say!
Mamis went into the room for changing… Suddenly there was an unexpected powercut… One Mami shouted alarikattifyingly….
I ran into the room with an emergency lamp ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚
Anga paatha daan terinjudhu…. While tying the madisar, due to power cut and no light, Saroja Mami took Raji mamis madisar’s kosham and thinking it is hers, she tucked it…. Raji Mami on the search for her kosham bent down and when she took it Saroja Mami fell down with a thud on Janaki mamis feet… Janaki Mami thought it was some cat or something that fell and alari kattifyingly shouted ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚
Luckily none were hurt and the power was also restored!
*Ambaals grace you see*
Madisar kattindu mamis group groupa selfie vera eduthunda ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ along with me also one or two mamis took selfies and sending them to each other on WhatsApp, mamis slowly came out and sat on their aasanams…
Mamis were then given mettis to wear… They wore that also….
Appa-Amma, Chitti-Chittappa did the Shodasha upachara poojas to these Suvasinis, equating them to Goddess Gowri…. Suvasini poojai successfully got over…
It was turn for the Kanya poojai now…
We gave the little girls aged 5-9 Pattu pavadais, dressed them up and made them sit on chairs… Just like suvasini poojai, our parents and chitti-chittappa performed kanya poojai to them, equating them to Bala Tripura Sundari, the 9 yr old goddess….
We were all very happy seeing the kids so silently seated and accepting all the poojais being done to them… They were amused at everything… Some looked at each other and giggled while some others were looking at their bangles and other accessories and compared with each other – little girls you see…
It was time to give them some more goodie bags for being so cooperative… Sarasu handed over to each of them pink princess bags with all Disney princess stationery, chocolates and some cute toy…. The girls took them and opened to see what they were given…
Appo varai chamatha irundha kozhandel kutty rakshasis ah maara aramchuduthu… They started fighting for their favorite princess… One said she wants the one with blue frock while one more said that’s her favorite too and she would not give it to anyone at any cost….
*Kichaaa come here for some aid da… See these kids..they are so adamant… Take them to that store and get them what ever they want…*
“Saras Akka wait, I have a trick up my sleeve…wait and watch ๐Ÿ˜Ž”
** Hey beautiful princesses in pattu pavadais.. Come with me… See I have a nice camera… I will take your pictures and make you look like real princess… Come here**
-The girls followed their Kicha anna-
Don’t know what Kicha told, but the girls came back silent calling themselves with the names of Indian princesses….
“Kicha apdi enna da panninei?”
“Meenu, adhuku daan mandai la irukara kidney ah appapo velai panna veikanum… You should watch cartoons and know how to deal with kids… I clicked their pix, gave them a historical name and told them that they are real princesses… They felt happy and posed for more pix ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ ”
” Peru ku yetha vithai vechrukai da nee” ๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜…

It was time for lunch… Amma Appa and Chitti Chittappa, who were in their respective madisars and panchagajam only had to serve the suvasinis and kanyas… We were in the kitchen helping with refilling the dishes….
Gayu Akka was calling me over Skype and I put it on a video call…
“Gayu… Gayu…. Noku oru maatuponna paathu vechruken di… Sriram ku seriyaana Jodi na paaren ๐Ÿ˜‚”
“๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ yaarri adhu?”
“Andha light blue pavadai la ukandruku paaren, chamatha ketu vangi sapdradhu paaru… ”
“Aiyo romba cute ah iruku di ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜„ andha kondhai…. Ippove vena naa engathula vechundu valathikaren di…”
“Yei meenu, Gayu Akka enna di pesikarel?? ”
“Sriram ku oru ponnu pathu vechrukom da Kicha.. Andha blue pavadai iruke adhaan”
“Aiyo andha kondhaiya… Adhu hachi nu thumminaale Sriram vizhunduduvan di.. Adhu kutty rakshashi… Adhu kitta you are Rani of Jhansi nu sonnen, appo en kudumiya potu izhuthu enna potu naalu chaathu chaathithu… Ippove ipdi na Gayu Akka oda nilamai, Sriram pavam di venam ๐Ÿ˜จ ”
“Gayu indha Rani of Jhansi daan di unaku yetha maatuponnu” ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚
“Seri seri naan ratri varen..ippo poi mamiyar kuda shopping ponum.. Tata… ”
“Vaa da Kicha nama sapda povom.. Pasikardhu”
“Naan already saptachu mamas oda…nee kelambu” ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜‹
* Sarasu and I did namaskaram to all the Suvasinis and Kanyas, giving them their packets of thamboolam, only to be blessed “Sarasu ku indha varusham kalyanam, adutha varusham same Thai velli kizhamai un kalyanam sapadu sapduvom naanga” and the kanyas nodded*
“Adhu yen di meenu, eppo paaru iva laam unnoda kalyanathulaye kuriya iruka…”
“Dei Kicha, Meenu kalyanam pannindalo illiyo, vitta nee nalike maalaiyum kazhuthuma varuvei pola… Ennoda pethi oruthi iruka da.. Ava Peru vandhu… ”
“Nandini ah mama? ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜”
“Illai da… Ava Peru Snigdha… LLB pannindruka… Future la noku vaena parkalam…”
“Peru la enna iruku mama… ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜‹ ”
Finally, the poojai and all got over and as we relaxed, Appa’s phone rang…
It was the Chennai guy’s Appa who had called up to inform that they were coming for the “ponnu paarkal” on the Sunday….
“Sarasu kalyana… Vaibhogame…. ” all of us sang in chorus…

**All Ambaals Grace**

P. S. – Suvasini poojai and kanya poojai are performed to the divine feminine power, Shakti, in the form of a married woman- Gowri and Kanya poojai to Bala, who is shakti as a 9yr old girl, who hasn’t reached her puberty yet… These poojas are performed with utmost care by the couple, providing all the materials like saree, bangles, toe rings, mangalya sutram, gold coin, thamboolam, flowers, fruits etc… And to the little girls, materials such as pattu pavadai, bangles and other such accessories are given… 16 upachara Pooja with dhoopa deepa neivedyam are given to them and without seeing their age or anything, one is supposed to kneel down and touch their feet seeking their blessings…
Indian culture equates and respects every woman as Goddess… It is indeed beautiful!
Wishing you all a very Happy Pongal

Meenu a.k.a Aarya


All Confusions But Great Combinations

It was one week of joining work at the Pune branch of his office…”Enna da Muruga, not even one Tamil speaking EE-Kaka here…What is this Atrocity of the Pune City..Are you hearing me…. What is this ya!” Mahesh was wandering around in Pune Central Mall all alone… The aroma of freshly popped corn mixed with that of sweet sugar candy and various perfumes at the Mall was no match to the smell of Vibhuti mixed with the aroma of Chakara pongal at Kapaleeswarar Koil… Mahesh missed it a lot…. An extrovert that he was, he went to the Emcee who constantly blabbered something in Marathi….. “Hello Pune, I am a newcomer to this City…. Yaaradhu Tamil Pesaravanga inga irukela, Any Tamilian here?” He said in his deep voice…..
“Oye Sandhya, why you smiling re ?” “Tamil.. I just heard someone speak in Tamil….That Emcee must be a Tamilian let’s go and find out…” “Arey Paagal! finish your burger first….” Wrapping up the burger like idly in the newspaper, Sandhya rushed to the first floor of the mall, where Mahesh was talking about his city and its culture…
“Heyy…. Naan inga iruken….” She said as she panted and smiled seeing a fellow Tamilian…
“Looks like one Madrasi found his fellow Madrasi… Mic dijiye Iyer sahab” “Before I hand over this Mic- thanks for giving me this opportunity…I am leaving you for this only reason…Dare not you call any South Indian a Madrasi” ๐Ÿ˜ก
“Sorry Sahab… I know…was just joking… All the best sir ji”
Mahesh cooled down a bit seeing Sandhya grin at him….. (Indha pasanga paavam pa! yaaradhu ponnu light ah ilicha podhume, evalo kovama irundhalum apdiye thalai mela ice vecha madri cool aayiduva ๐Ÿ˜€ )
“So, Mahesh….Saptela? There is a good restaurant upstairs… Why dont you join me… my friend just left and I think I should have lunch all alone….
“Hmm…. Its just been a week I am here, I somehow miss home food… Nothing like hot rice , a dollop of ghee eaten with sambar, potato fry and appalam… I so miss home today ๐Ÿ˜ฆ ”
“If that is the case, there is this restaurant – South Indiesย just beside the mall, we shall have lunch there”
“Hey, its my treat to a fellow Tamilian today”
“Welcome to Saauth Indies Sir, I hope you enjvoy your weekend lunch with us, sir-madam; that is perfect for a couple to have a romantic lunch”
Sandhya burst out laughing at the manager while Mahesh smiled shyly and walked silently towards their table….
“Evalo perusa yepam vidarel Mahesh neengal?” ๐Ÿ˜ฏ
“Its been long I had home food… 7 days feels like 7 decades, Sandhya”
“Cool, anytime you feel like having some rasam saadham, please come home… This is my contact number”
“Thank you Sandhya…so kind of you..”
This way, they met, exchanged their numbers…. It was almost a month and Mahesh was held up with work…
Sandhya’s friend worked at Mahesh’s office and everytime Sandhya cooked Sambar or kootu or any fav. dish of Mahesh’s she would send it through her friend to him…. (Sweet no? ๐Ÿ˜› )
Margazhi Maasam just began and Sandhya made sure to visit Narayanpur Balaji Templeย  every morning, to recite Thiruppavai and Vaaranam Aayiram….
It was at around 7:00 am,
“vaaraNam aayiram suuzha valam seidhu
naaraNa nambi nadakinraan enredhir
pooraNa porkudam veithu puramengum
thoraNam naatta kana kanden thozhi naan”
As Sandhya opened here eyes, she saw Mahesh smiling at her….
“Is he the one? ๐Ÿ˜ฏ ” She thought…
“Renduperum jodiya nikkarel, enna kalyana naal ah iniki, seri seri gothram sollungo, Archanai pannaren”
“Shandilya gothram” They said together….
Peru sollungo- “Mahesh” she said, “Sandhya” he said….
“My flat is nearby Sandhya, why don’t you come home… Amma is here and she would be delighted to see you, above all, amma has brought lots of coffee powder, she makes the best Kaapi- trust me”
“Hmm…. do I have to come home today? Some other day…please?”
“Sandhya, this bachelor has none to make kaapi for anyone on regular days…Amma is here and she will treat you with some nice kaapi and breakfast…I know you crave for Mom’s food too… so please join in today…”
“Hmm.. Seri…. ๐Ÿ™‚ ”
“Bike la yerungo….koocha padadeengo, just sit…it’s alright”
Madaki kattifying his veshti in style, Mahesh started his bike and Sandhya graciously sat behind him adjusting her saree’s pallu….

“Amma..Iva daan Sandhya… My one and only fellow Tambrahm ย friend in Pune…. My only hope for some kootu, rasam and Sambar here… She sends across these to my office sometimes through her friend who works in the accounts dept in my office….”
“Vaa Sandhya… Nice to see you today.. Everytime he told me that he had home food, I thought he cooked for himself or bought them from some South Indian restaurant…”
” ๐Ÿ˜€ I have none to experiment these dishes on, except myself… Glad that I met Mahesh…. I now have a company to taste and tell me about the dishes I make”
“Hahaha, that sounds nice, come let’s have tiffin and kaapi”
Mahesh’s amma served soft idlies with molagapodi, ghee, sambar and sweet coconut chutney… there was some kesari and ofcourse, it wasn’t complete without a steaming hot cup of filter coffee…
Every time Sandhya took a sip of coffee and smiled at Mahesh, his heart skipped a beat…
“Sandhya, are they seeing matches for you? ”
“Yes mami….”
“It has been 1 year, mama and I are searching matches for Mahesh…. some or the other reason, we are not finding the right one for him… Give me your parent’s number… I will take your horoscope and see its match with that of Mahesh’s”
Mahesh grinned shyly and so did Sandhya….
15 days passed…. They spoke the same way…hoping for the news of their horoscope’s matching.
“That manager at South Indies thought we are a we really look like made-for-each-other? Thought Mahesh…
Meanwhile, Sandhya ย even dreamt of “Kameshwaran-Thiruppu” sequence from Michael Madana Kamarajan movie one day….

Several months passed… Their wedding cards were printed….
The wedding was at Chennai… At Raghavendra Kalyana Madapam…. Which had 4 floors and 2 mandapams….
“Mahesh weds Nithya” – “Sandhya weds Guru” read the boards…

SHOCKED- Aren’t you? ๐Ÿ˜‰

Few months ago, Sandhya received a call from her amma….
“Adiye Sandhya…Andha Mahesh paiyana Lovvu givvu pannariya di, you fell in love with him ah??”
“Yen ma, suddenly you are asking me this question?”
“Aiyo he…. he”
“What ma? He is what?” *Several thoughts crept into Sandhya’s mind regarding Mahesh….* “Aiyo I hope he is not some gay..Narayana..I dreamt as if being Aandaal and all..” she spoke to herself…
“Hey He belongs to our gothram di….Shandilya gothram… But there is a better person…he belongs to Shrivatsa gothram…He is from Pune only…He said he will meet you this weekend…”
“Aiyo….Ok! bye”
*Sandhya rushed to meet Mahesh who was on leave that day*
“Hi Sandhya… Come in…” said Mahesh’s Amma with a surprised expression….
There was a girl with her parents on the couch, with orange juice glasses in their hands….
“She is Sandhya…Mahesh odu friend….She cooks very well..Nalla ponnu”
Sandhya understood that Mahesh knew the gothram matter and sat silent till the guests left….
“Hey, How is she, Nithya, Mahesh ku paatha ponnu…”
“She is nice mami… looks perfect for him… ”
“Sandhya, I am sorry… It was all of a sudden…Amma-Appa arrived this morning and asked Nithya and her parents to come today…. I had to put a sick leave….I actually thought of meeting you this evening on the way back from office…It turned up this way…”
“It’s alright Mahesh… Well, this Sunday some one is going to meet me regarding marriage… if possible could you please accompany me to Central Mall?”
“Sure… I will bring Amma-Appa also and after you guys meet, we shall go out for a long drive…”
*On Sunday @ Pune Central Mall- Shivaji Nagar*
Sandhya along with Mahesh and family arrived and waited at Cafe Eataly on table no.6
“Mahesh, look there, Nithya is here with her family…they are coming towards us”
“Hi Sandhya, I am Guru… She is my cousin Nithya and they are my Chittappa and Chitti”
“Hi Guru… That is Mahesh and they are his parents…”
“Oh yes, I know him… My athimber that he is ๐Ÿ˜‰ ”

This is how their matches were made… And yes, in Sandhya’s dream sequence of Aandal, she visualised some one like Guru and not Mahesh…. Also, after Kameshwaran-Thiruppu dream sequence, Sandhya was greatly disturbed coz in that also, Guru came as Kameshwaran and not Mahesh… She was greatly confused but then, that day, at Narayanpur temple, she did open her eyes to find Mahesh smiling at her after reciting Vaaranam Aayiram, but then, she saw a tall man in veshti and khadi kurta, who patiently listened to her recital and smiled at her when she finished it…

Mahesh and Nithya tied the knot and so did Sandhya and Guru in the muhurtham that was 10 min before Mahesh’s muhurtham….
The newly weds arrived to the ground floor to see Arundhati after rituals, as a mark of completion of the wedding….

“Mahesh Anna…. Coming Karthikai Pournami, I want My Nathanar Seeru from you!”
“Done, Sandhya..We will all celebrate the festival together”

_The Beautiful Beginning of 4 new lives_

So…Children, What is the Moral of the Story?
The Moral of This ย Story is “Always ask for the person’s Gothram before you ask their name ๐Ÿ˜› ” ๐Ÿ˜†