story of dosai maavu

Dosai maavu - i just dont want to translate it to english fearing it will loose the fun part of this blog and not many foreigners going to read it anyway...

Last friday, we ate dosa, from the maavu made with the help of mixie, and pongal as breakfast and left the balance maavu in the kitchen area in a vessel covered. we normally ask our servant maid to cook the lunch for us after she completes the regular work and this time we asked her to prepare chapathis and sabji !! when i entered the kitchen, she showed me the dosai maavu vessel and asked if it should be cleaned as well.... i explained to my best in bengali words, hindi words and some part by action and said just to leave it as it is.... as usual i asked her if she has understood and she smiled and said ok !!

she made very good chapathis and sabji and we all thanked her for the nice work and started enjoying the lunch... my friend just entered into the kitchen for taking pickles got shocked and shouted for me for immediate action.... i rushed to the scene only to see the dosai maavu vessel put on stove and being heated for more than 10 minutes.....

i could not control laughing and my friend was so upset as he took so much effort to get the dosai maavu made from the mixie and interestingly we were just discussing if we should do chutney or sambar for the dinner for the balance dosas......

we asked the servant, " aunty, why did you put it on stove? ". she smiled and replied, " the smell was not good, so i thought of heating it !! "

whose fault is it?? is it her fault for heating without checking with us, or is it our fault in not taking more care in explaining the nature of dosai maavu ??!!!!

Fun ? Agony ? Frustration??

Life is simple. are we complicating it??

Life as it is, is very simple. it is we who complicate it with our own feelings, expectations and understandings !! one beautifull example for this is an incident in my trip to chittagong. after crossing the border with all necessary documentation, i reached the Akoura railway station with an idea of catching the chittagong train. It was so crowded that i could not buy a ticket to chittagong. I approached the booking office through side entrance and was informed that there is no ticket to chittagong...Left stranded, i saw a local passenger train arriving the station. with my very little Bengali i understood that it is a local passenger train and takes more time to go to a place called COMILLA from where i thought i can take a bus. as the ticket counter ( only one was working on that day ) was too crowded, i just entered a compartment and got a very comfortable seat. as said above, here i complicated my beautifull journey... it was such a beautifull trip full of lush green farmlands, nice landscapes and wonderfull evening reminding me of the song, " pon maalai poluthu " ... as the train moved after a long stay, i just noticed the arrival of complications... the ticket examiner along with two railway policemen, was checking for tickets with every one... i just smiled to myself and decided to wait until he came near... first the policeman came and asked for ticket in Bengali... i simply said in English, " Sir, i want one to comilla !! " the examiner just collected 10 TAKA from me and allowed me to continue the journey ............... so .... moral of the story ...........

Tribute !!!!

i was planning to write up a tribute to my maternal Grand Father and circulated a mail among some of my cousins.... my uncles' children who started responding to my mail with some wonderfull memories about our Grand Father... interesting points from the mail
- we take love and affection for granted and never appreciate
- prejudice thoughts spoil positive relationship
- when you get a chance to see something positive, forget the past and appreciate the positive
- we assume we know so much about our grand parents, these mails say how little we know
- never postpone your feelings of appreciation to someone, you may never get a chance

relations !!

a relationship become beautifull only when it is built on love and affection.... love accepts people as they are and that is why many relationships do not go beyond the introductory stage... we do not accept people as they are.... we often expect everyone else to be perfect irrespective of whatever we are...
my stay away from home gives me an opportunity to sit and see every person on their positive sides and what i have failed to notice and how i should change my attitude towards them...
instead of waiting for changes on both sides i have decided to take initiative to break the ice and move one step further and make relationships more beautifull and more meaningfull...
after all, it is not just important how many you know and care but it is very important to understand and accept every one of them as they are...

father daughter

abirami my first daughter is my dream come true...... the name abirami was decided by me even before my marriage with the assumption that my first child would be a girl baby...God blessed me with her on 4th april 2002 and my beloved wife did not even suggest any other name....

from then on, i started realising a new meaning of love, a new meaning of caringness and a new meaning of my own blood.....

the trends she set in terms of mischief, the love she showered on my grand mother and the care and attachment she has towards my mother, and the deep unuderstood love and passion she has towards my wife , speak volumes of her character which i greatly admire and deeply love.

many a times she has come out running with towel whenever i am wet by rain and i would prefer getting wet again and again for this simple act of love even when she was three ... as days passed by she has grown fast with lot of maturity and understanding....

abi(rami)yum naanum is something very very special and i use to say i would have scripted it much better than the wonderfull director radhamohan...

ananya my second daughter is a blessing God has sent to ensure that there is an equalent soul that will take care of abirami as much as her parents .... yes ananya is unique, attractive, very naughty and mischievous ... but above all , very very caring and very very affectionate... she has become more attractive to everyone because she is very different from abirami ...

the characters of my daughters are special and wonderfull because i am blessed with a wonderfull soul as my wife .... any father - daughter relationship becomes ordinary unless there is a special mother because as time passes by daughters will move more closely towards mother.... because of my wife, i am enjoying the love, care, affection, respect, from my angels...

this is my first blog and will try other topics or more details in the later blogs...