Flash Back

After a nice dinner out to kick-off the weekend, found myself with absolutely nothing to do this evening. Rummaged through the bookshelf in our bedroom looking for some old forgotten book (love the comfort of re-reading). And stumbled on my diary from my pre-teen years (yes, that fossil!).

Found this letter in there, preserved carefully for soooo many years (ok, might as well make that decades).

I must have been 11 then, in 7th standard. Pen-pals were all the rage, I recall. I was beyond thrilled to receive this (unsolicited) letter from (what I imagined) was some dashing 14 year old in the UK.

After reading and re-reading the letter a few times, I giddily ran to Appa. I distinctly remember standing in the kollai of Thatha and Patti’s house (why? perhaps washing up after a meal, who knows?). Anyway. I breathlessly informed Appa that I had a letter from a kid named Nick Waspe and asked if I could please write back to him. “Is that a boy? No, no writing back to this boy.” was all Appa said as he walked back into the house. I remember standing there in the kollai looking at his departing back, soooo disappointed, but yet not saying a word. That was the end of the discussion (take note, little N and little A – such parental obedience displayed by your fabulous mother). I didn’t even think to suggest to Appa that perhaps I could write to Nick’s friend Andrea (a girl, as he puts it). I really pined for a pen-pal for a while after that, I remember (at least till non-stop studying took over in 10th grade and thereafter).

I know that I have a strong memory and all, but looking at this letter today, I could viscerally recall the twinge of disappointment that my 11-year old self felt. Looking back, I wish I had rocked the boat a little and asked Appa for a reason as to why I couldn’t write back. Perhaps he didn’t actually feel that strongly about my writing or not writing. Perhaps I could have worn him down if I had asked a couple of times.

Was it Lewis Carroll that said “In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take”? Satya vachan! πŸ™‚


Friday Morning Walk



Solitary morning walk
Glorious sunshine

(Now that I am firmly in haiku-land, you didn’t think I would actually go back to writing full posts, did you? Also, you may have noticed that I am not rhyming all my hailkus. Do you know how hard it is? I rhyme when I can. Ok, then.)

Walking down bike path
As morning commute snarls by
Lovely job I hath.
Pausing during walk
Writing haikus as I go
What a load of crock! πŸ˜‰

Kaiku’s Haikus

I am in so much trouble.
I woke up an hour later than usual today. Still, I am standing in my kitchen ignoring lunches that need to be packed (quickly), and am trying to finish up a haiku that just popped in my mind about Memorial Day.
Hmmm…. obsession is a sweet (but typically unproductive) thing.
Plus, I feel that I am cluttering up my blog with one three-liner after another.
Worry not, I am not retiring my haiku-ing within 24 hours.
I am merely organizing my pearls of wisdom elsewhere.
Check out https://momto2cuddlebugs.wordpress.com/kaikus-haikus/ for my daily updates.
Can’t wait to churn out more today! πŸ™‚


Told you that I would be back, didn’t I? Didn’t expect that I will be back in 10 minutes, but that’s where we are. You ready?

I was called kaiku
When little. Did someone know
That I will haiku?
Paruppu saadam
With green cabbage and keerai
To top off, baadam.
Learnt something today
Haiku-ing makes me silly
All play, no work, yay!

I LOVE it, if I say so myself. πŸ™‚


On a recent podcast, Gretchen Rubin recommended writing a haiku. Really caught my attention.

You know what’s coming next, don’t you?

Oh oh, you say? Correct.

Here are a couple that I just wrote.

Starting to Haiku
It will be super fun; you
Try too, no saaku

(who said it should all be in one language?)
Teen on her iPhone
Engrossed in what, I wonder
Best leave her alone
Ugh, dirty dishes
Calling out my name, oh no
Time to feed fishes

Ok, the last one is kinda petty, and just my immediate to do list. Still. You get the idea.

I am finding it quite tough to follow the 5 syllable – 7 syllable – 5 syllable rule. Not a lot of room there, forces you to be creative. Think I will rhyme the first and the last lines (for more fun).

I am liking this haiku-ing. Makes me focus with a lot more intention on things going on around me. Hmmm…. Think I will write at least a few haikus a day and publish them here.

Don’t go away, I’ll be right back. πŸ˜‰

Baahubali 2

Watched Baahubali 2 last night with the family. What rock have you been living under, you ask? Well, getting to a movie within a month of its release is pretttty good for me. Was quite surprised when, early last week, both little N and little A agreed to go (almost never happens). N and I immediately rushed to advance purchase the tickets just in case (i) one of the chickis changed their mind at the last minute; and (ii) the considerable desi population in our neck of the woods all decide to land on B2 at the same time as us.

Reached the theater half an hour in advance with me fretting that all the good seats would surely be taken. Entered the theater to find that we were amongst the first there (and later realized that the desi population had all come and gone in the past month). Anyway, settled in with a bucket of popcorn and too many mozzarella sticks to enjoy the second coming of Baahubali.

My impressions:

1. Amarendra Baahubali way more impressive than Mahendra Baahubali. Same dude, but Baahubali dad somehow had better presence than junior.

2. Tamanna had a miniscule role in B2, which made it a big win for me already (sorry, that chick resembles Angelina Ballerina too much for me to take her seriously).

3. Anushka seemed more in her element in B2 than in any of the Singams. Perhaps it helped that Baahubali is roughly a foot taller than the petite lion. πŸ˜‰

4. Cast of a million in B2, but a lot of them had weighty roles. Quite something, how they managed that.

5. Lots of violence, but like little N pointed out, when too many people get killed in a movie, it’s somehow less violent than when only a couple of people get murdered. True, that.

What I personally found v. impressive?

Baahubali standing up to his formidable mom in support of his fiancΓ© saying “Amma, you were wrong.” Powerful message. Finally a movie from Desiland with incredibly strong women characters, and a too-good-to-be-true valiant and super supportive husband. This chick dig.

Bachelor boys, take note and learn! πŸ˜‰