'Vishu' is celebrated as the first day of the Malayalam Calender. The auspicious day when the head of family arrange a 'Vishu Kani' for the family to bring luck and prosperity to the family for the entire year.
In 2011, this day fell on 15th April. I had the tickets for my hometown booked two months back. I travelled to Kerala on 12th April. It was the first Vishu for us after the marriage.
On 15th April, at 5.30, we were called up for viewing the 'Kani' in our Pooja room. As a part of the custom, 'Vishu Kaineetam' ritual took place. We visited my younger cousins and gave 'Kaineetam' to them. My In-laws joined us for Vishu on 15th April by noon, in Kollam. We had the Vishu Sadhya at my home. As part of the get together, we visited some of our relatives. The air was good and everyone had a good time.
We returned to Chennai on 20th April. Thinking back now, we had a good time back in Kerala. A rememberable Vishu indeed after our marriage.
To end this post, let me wish each and every reader a prosperous year ahead.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Reviving those memories
This was when we went to hometown in April; away from the busy and hectic Chennai.
We really find home, a special place when we are away from it. It was quite sometime since our last journey to hometown. I felt the freshness in my mind, when I heard that the climate was rainy. Same feeling which I have felt many times; during my college days, when the rainy season was near the doors... the urge to get back to home.
I sat in the doorstep facing our backyard. I narrated to my wife, the times of my college days where I used to sit in the same place; watching the rain. The backyard was teaming with life. I have heard those sounds a lot many times before. But suddenly, I felt like, I was hearing them for the first time.
We have a coconut tree at the east, near to the compound wall enclosing the plot. I used to watch streams of sunlight passing though the leaves of the tree during sunrise, those old times. I noticed that tree. It has been a long time. The rain was heavy and I noted the leaves. It seemed like those old leaves were still positioned there... or was it an illusion?
I used to count ripples in small pots of rain water in those old times. I watched them now... I didn't feel like counting. We change a lot when we grow up... Small things like this, when thought about, explains a lot... a lot about how we were then and and how we are now.
The wind was getting heavy. My mother was calling us inside. We have to catch the train back to Chennai the next day. Thinking about that, a cold was unacceptable. Life is different when away from home. Sometimes, that life doesn't understand certain subtle elements like these.
Defining Life, get going is the new motto. And, we go about it, the way it's layed down.
We really find home, a special place when we are away from it. It was quite sometime since our last journey to hometown. I felt the freshness in my mind, when I heard that the climate was rainy. Same feeling which I have felt many times; during my college days, when the rainy season was near the doors... the urge to get back to home.
I sat in the doorstep facing our backyard. I narrated to my wife, the times of my college days where I used to sit in the same place; watching the rain. The backyard was teaming with life. I have heard those sounds a lot many times before. But suddenly, I felt like, I was hearing them for the first time.
We have a coconut tree at the east, near to the compound wall enclosing the plot. I used to watch streams of sunlight passing though the leaves of the tree during sunrise, those old times. I noticed that tree. It has been a long time. The rain was heavy and I noted the leaves. It seemed like those old leaves were still positioned there... or was it an illusion?
I used to count ripples in small pots of rain water in those old times. I watched them now... I didn't feel like counting. We change a lot when we grow up... Small things like this, when thought about, explains a lot... a lot about how we were then and and how we are now.
The wind was getting heavy. My mother was calling us inside. We have to catch the train back to Chennai the next day. Thinking about that, a cold was unacceptable. Life is different when away from home. Sometimes, that life doesn't understand certain subtle elements like these.
Defining Life, get going is the new motto. And, we go about it, the way it's layed down.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Life of a Sand Castle
They were there... All along the beach shore. They live for the day. At the end of the day, they go back to the place where they belong - the mother, the sea.
We saw this one when we went to beach today. There was a birthday celebration on the beach. A group of children started constructing a sand castle in the shore. Youngsters from the party joined them. They might have worked for more than 30 minutes on that. At the end, there were smiles on those faces. For children, the achievement was overwhelming and for youngsters; it was like the revival of their childhood memories.The children sat besides the inch high wall of their castle. At the end of the photo session thereon, the party concluded. The sand castle was left behind by the team.
The life of the sand castle is not always predictable.
Children playing in the shore consider the place as their playground. Half of the sand castle went down once their games were over.
Time passed by. Tides were rising. Waves started breaching the walls of the castle. Afterall, it has to go back to the place where it belongs. Slowly, we started walking away from the beach.
The Sand Castle lived for one hour; It was just another day for the sea...
We saw this one when we went to beach today. There was a birthday celebration on the beach. A group of children started constructing a sand castle in the shore. Youngsters from the party joined them. They might have worked for more than 30 minutes on that. At the end, there were smiles on those faces. For children, the achievement was overwhelming and for youngsters; it was like the revival of their childhood memories.The children sat besides the inch high wall of their castle. At the end of the photo session thereon, the party concluded. The sand castle was left behind by the team.
The life of the sand castle is not always predictable.
Children playing in the shore consider the place as their playground. Half of the sand castle went down once their games were over.
Time passed by. Tides were rising. Waves started breaching the walls of the castle. Afterall, it has to go back to the place where it belongs. Slowly, we started walking away from the beach.
The Sand Castle lived for one hour; It was just another day for the sea...
Sunday, January 30, 2011
The 'Bond' is complete
Time flies by... It was on 1st November 2010, that I got commited to Radhika. I recall now that, It has been nearly tow and a half months, since the wait started.
17th January 2011. The wait ended on that day. The day on which a bond of lifetime, was created. Our marriage was held at Contour Backwaters, Changanacherry. The sacred 'muhurtham' for the 'Thali Kettu' was between 12.15PM and 12.45PM.
At 12.30PM, I tied the sacred knot on Radhika.
As per the custom, Radhika's hand was joined with mine with a Betel leaf. I journied alone till that moment. We start our journey together, hereon.
Epilogue:
I tried to reach all my friends for inviting them for marriage. If I have missed you, It might be that, I wasn't that lucky to have you for my marriage. I apologize for my incapability in reaching you.
For those who managed to reach me during that time via mail or sms or call or by presence, my sincere thanks for thinking about us associating that gracious occasion. I felt that, I could atleast try to pay my gratitude and express my regards to you though this writing.
All is well.
17th January 2011. The wait ended on that day. The day on which a bond of lifetime, was created. Our marriage was held at Contour Backwaters, Changanacherry. The sacred 'muhurtham' for the 'Thali Kettu' was between 12.15PM and 12.45PM.
At 12.30PM, I tied the sacred knot on Radhika.
As per the custom, Radhika's hand was joined with mine with a Betel leaf. I journied alone till that moment. We start our journey together, hereon.
Epilogue:
I tried to reach all my friends for inviting them for marriage. If I have missed you, It might be that, I wasn't that lucky to have you for my marriage. I apologize for my incapability in reaching you.
For those who managed to reach me during that time via mail or sms or call or by presence, my sincere thanks for thinking about us associating that gracious occasion. I felt that, I could atleast try to pay my gratitude and express my regards to you though this writing.
All is well.
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