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Delhi boy and Mallu gerl

One thing that I find it hard to explain to people is that I am NOT a Mallu even though both my parents were born and raised in Kerala . My mother tongue is Konkani and I speak it fluently.  (and if you really want to know, I am  a Konkani GSB). But I also speak Tamil, Malayalam,Hindi, Kannada and can understand Marathi and used to speak Gujju too! (apart from English of course) :)
I grew up in several places all over India and I find it hard to answer the question
"Where are you from?" (I am a TRUE Indian)

So it somewhat amuses me when my good friend Mayank Mittal presumes I cannot speak Hindi. Whenever he texts me in Hindi, he takes care to translate the same into English within brackets. I always reply back in proper  'Shudh Hindi' surprising him. (I proudly boast to my north Indian friends that I scored a 84% in CBSE Hindi course A and I can tell my purushvachak sarvanaam from my anishchayvachak sarvanam and I can also reel off several  dohas and samanarthak sha…

Life is what you make it- a few facts

Thanks to a readerNikhil Muralidharan who clicked this photo and shared this with me on my FB page.
I loved this pic.

'Life is what you make it' was declared a National best-seller in the second month of its release. It has now gone into seventh impression. It has been consistently topping the Hindustan Times top ten best selling fiction list. It has appeared on India today top twenty best-selling list too. It is number one onFlipkart best sellers. It is  on the Landmark best seller list too.

It's listed on Amazonas well now :-) (and yeah even if you live in UK  you can get it on Amazon.co.uk

If you have read it, a big thanks to you for making this happen.

If you haven't read it, what are you doing reading my blog?! What is your excuse?! Go buy!! :-)

You can get it in all the leading bookstores in India. But it is really flying off the shelves, so in case they don't have it, you can get it over the phone.
(If you live in India, you can just order it over phone by…

Are you looking at a closed door?

“When one door of happiness closes, another opens, but often we took so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened up for us”                                                              - Helen Keller

Hellen Keller sure knows what she was talking about. She was born deaf mute and blind. Hers is a truly inspiring story and if you haven't heard of her, you must read up about her!

Many of us are guilty of looking at closed doors all the time. Sometimes, some things happen because that was just the way it was meant to be.  Think of your life now and think of how it was on this day four years back.

How have you come to where you are now? What are the events that have brought you to where you are today? Do the things that you were worrying so much over in 2007, matter today? Have you consciously wronged anyone? Do you have any regrets? Would you have done something differently if you could?
Are you spending too much time looking at a closed door?


I think …

Just a face in the crowd

Photographs capture that unique moment, frame frozen for eternity. Each photo tells a story, creates a memory. I absolutel y love clicking photos, as you may know if you have been reading my blog for a while.

A few days back, there was a huge celebration for Onam happening in my residential complex. My daughter was a participant in the folk dance which they had organised. I did not want to miss it for anything in the world and I happily reserved my place with many others. It was a large crowd.

My husband was clicking photographs (as I could not click pictures from where I was sitting) and he must have clicked at least a hundred photos of her dance. After her dance, he was desperately trying to catch my eye across the room. Finally he managed to make eye contact with me and then he aimed his camera at me.

I smiled. He captured it.

Of all the pictures he has clicked of me, this one remains my absolute favourite.


You are loved!

Yesterday I had posted a question on my Twitter to which I got many interesting responses. What I had asked was this:

"Do you believe blessings of people come true? By corollary, do you believe curses can?"

The reason why I asked it was because I get so many mails which express gratitude for what I write. They tell me how much my words have helped them, how much they have motivated them, moved them, healed them, comforted them and they share a bit of their lives with me and send loads of love and blessings my way.

In my life, even though I have received several hard blows, I have been always fortunate to have really fought whatever situation life has thrown at me and to have won. Some might call it luck or destiny, but I do firmly believe that good wishes of people do play a large part.

When someone sends you love  and best wishes sincerely and whole heartedly, it is positive energy they are sending your way. Good vibrations, good thoughts. Mostly you have to earn them by y…

There's someone awesome in your life!

Not everybody will always treat you fair. You might have done everything you possibly could for them. You might have been there for them in their times of need. You might have had some really great moments with them. You might have cherished their friendship,even treasured it and given it a lot more importance than it deserved. Yet, when it came to what matters, when it came to counting on them, when it boiled down to being there for each other, they might have let you down. Real bad.

You hurt and you hurt. The pain is almost physical. And you learn a real good lesson.

And then when you let go of the past, someone even more awesome walks into your life.

Someone who will stay and will not walk away.

You hold on to them, cherish them. You travel a few thousand miles to be with them.
They are there for you. They always were--only you took a while to recognise them.

And let them into your heart. (oh the debris left by the ones who left had to be cleared first!)

If you know what I am talk…

From a small corner in God's own country .A picture story post

This is my mother's cottage. I must have clicked a countless pictures of this. It enthralls me just the same no matter how many times I see it. I am compelled to click a picture.





 A close up of the flowers that adorn the cottage entrance.

And on the verandah this little old man and old woman welcome you and usher you inside :)



 The path leading to the Tulsi plant. My mother lights a lamp here every evening.


 My mother is very good at making such lovely things out of waste junk that is thrown away. Here you can see how well and how creatively she has used a discarded light frame and discarded plastic carton which once held buscuits..



 There are always butterflies in her garden.


And  a dew drop that glistens like diamond on her plant :)






There are baby goats grazing nearby.



 Her silver lamp which she lights at her altar radiates so much peace and calmness.

 As does her Brass statue of Lord Krishna. My dad had gifted it to her.

 This one has been a part of my life ever since I can r…

I did not die.

If you have not read my post of 7th Sept 2010, do read ithere, before going further.

Right now, I am typing from a remote little  village in Kerala, lying on the cool granite floor in my mom's cottage. I am surrounded by miles and miles of  lush green rubber forests. There is also silence, darkness, the sounds of crickets and  a myriad other insects chirping and the soothing sound of rain as it dances hesitatingly outside, like a shy maiden teasing you  with a gentle sway before she breaks out into a full-bodied frenzy of tantalising movements to seduce.

I am so glad I was able to make this trip. The last year and the year before last, I was living in  the UK  and it  was not possible to come to India. I had gone to a cathedral in Norwich and walked the cold English country side, all by myself, remembering him alone. But now, it's so much easier to come to Kerala, whenever I please, to be with my mum. My brother too has come here and it's just my mom, my brother and me. J…