Archive | September 29, 2009

Maternal grandma

is no more. She is called by everyone as “ayimma” and for us the grand children she is “pattatha/chinnatha”. Her real name is “Pattammal”

Last time we were together was when Adi was born. She reached home when my due date was nearing and stayed back till Adi was 2 months old. She was in the hospital when Adi was born. She took care of E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G even bathing me for the initial one week. She prepared all medicinal value food for us and massages Adi with the baby oil at least 30 minutes before she takes bath. She was handling all the home remedies and old aged good stuffs that a mother and new born should take care of.

She has 9 grand children and 14 grand-grand-children. She was a part of almost all the birth stories of these grand and grand-grand children. Maternal grandpa passed away almost 15 years back. Till yesterday she was cooking self.

She is an expert in making south Indian sweets (especially somasa (not samosa) and jangiri). Till my school days I spent all summer holidays at her place with other cousins. She enjoys buying matching stuffs (bangles, ear rings, skirts) for me and my younger cousin sister. When we are with her she prepares idli batter with the “aatukkal” and makes idli for us as we may catch cold if we eat the “paazhaiya sadam” that she eats. She will be behind us for every meal as we roam around. The proud in her face when we walk along with her on streets “en pethi leave-kku vandhirukka (Eng: My grand daughter had come for vacation”)”. The tea she makes mid morning. We keep her super duper busy for that one month. Like normal patti’s she doesn’t carry advising/complaining nature with herself. She handles things coolly and better understands this generation. At her middle age she was a commendable partner for my thatha in field works, and milks the cows herself twice every day once early morning around 4:30 am and another mid afternoon around 2:30 pm. She doesn’t sell them during our stay. She knows to ride bullock cart. My mom after serving us through out the year enjoys food at her hand when she stays with my patti. She was a living role model to many people in our village. She was staying with my mom for the past one month and went back to village just a week back. Guess, the whole village would have assembled there by now.

I am blessed to have experienced so much of care and love. My thoughts are after you chinnatha. This post brings back all sweet memories. I don’t know how else I can pay my tribute to you other than dedicating this post to you.

May your soul rest in peace.

Swim classes

Last Saturday Adi started her swim lessons. It was an indoor pool close to our home.Fall classes were starting on that day and the heat for this year was switched on only on that day.Adi was okay until she was outside. The moment she was asked to step into the water she started mumbling.She sat on the edge holding the rails for some time and then a lady instructor carried her into the water.They were in for about 10 minutes and all that time she was staring at me that meant “en ennai ippadi kodumai paduthareenga? Wish some good people push you into the water at 12 feet level right now”

The lead instructor then declared that the classes are cancelled as the water is too cold. You should have seen Adi’s face. Thousand watts bulb was glowing.

Hopefully the classes should happen next week as the heat system should resume to its normal working condition.
On the way back home Adi said “Amma naa en swimming pannala theriyuma because the pool was very big and there was too much of water. I would not have cried if there was little water”

M commented “Ok pappa I have a plan after we go home I will give you a glass of water and you can learn swimming in that is that a good plan?”

Adi gave a dirty look to him and walked  strolled along with me. Of course she was too tired to walk after the looonnggg swimming classes!!

These days anything and everything you want to convey Adi should start with “Pappa I have a plan” and end with “is that a good plan”. At times you get a happy “yes” response and sometimes you should be ready face the mad girl.

A mad girl can do anything from “throwing away things on hand” to “hitting you gently so that it just gets swollen for just couple of days”.
Last statement is a little amplified just to show the mood of a mad Adi.

Also she is now totally infected by an “I am a big girl” virus.