A box full of freshly made homemade cookies

I kid you not.
I bet I am one of the most spoilt brats on this planet.

Guess what I came home to today afternoon.
This. A box full of freshly made homemade cookies.
Thank you Jyotsna!!

Now, what it left is this – I have to exercise all my willpower not to finish these before the boys get home today evening.

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We are all creatures of our Life Experiences

One of the questions that I have gotten asked over the years is “Did you tell Adi to do this?” or “Did you make this choice for Ari?”

I find this question completely ridiculous.

First of all, in this day and age, when independence is respected a lot, it is not easy to tell anybody (let alone a teenager!) what to do……it is not even easy to influence them. Peer influence takes on value.

And, here is the main reason. Long long ago, I lived in the Balakrishan household. Very contrary to that day and age, both my parents let me make choices.
They let me pick high school.
They let me pick friends.
They let him pick the undergrad school that I wanted to attend.
They let me pick majors.

Trust me….this wasn’t easy at all for them. Their friends wanted them to do what was common practice at that time – marry their daughter off as quickly as possible

I had landed a high paying job in my final year of undergrad school. I choose to not to go the job route. I gained admission to a grad school with a major that I wanted with a specialization that I wanted.

My parents defied the odds. They mortgaged their house to buy me a one way ticket to a country they had never been to.

Then, they did the most fantastic thing ever.
They let me pick my life partner.

It is not that they were not involved. In fact, they were super involved. They were big pillars of support. In many cases, they didn’t even understand the intricacies of the choices that lay in front of me. But, they trusted me.

TRUST – that is a very powerful thing, is it not?

I can go on. But, you get the story line.

So, let us fast forward a bit.

What do you think I’ll do when times comes for me to raise my kids?

I’ll trust…because that is what I got.
I’ll defy the odds….because that is what I got.
I’ll do my freaking best….because that is what I got.
I’ll let my boys make a decision and stand by their choices…because that is what I got.

We are all creatures of our life experiences.

So, let us make it a good life for ourselves and more importantly for everybody around us…especially the young’uns.

Sounds like a plan?

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Jasmines are Fragrant

How can I capture the beauty and the fragrance of these jasmines and the heart of the beautiful person who strung these jasmines.
How do I?

How can sheer words capture the beauty of our life experiences?
How do I start out saying “Jasmines are fragrant. They are a sign of prosperity in a woman’s life. They are worn on woman’s hair almost every day in South India.”

Those are such boring sentences to capture how I feel about this strand of jasmines.

Have you sometimes felt so overwhelmed about something so simple….yet so beautiful…it brings you to tears and you are at a loss of words.

That is how I feel about this strand of jasmines.

Today evening, I found myself today sitting beside my friend CK.
She pulled out this strand of jasmines.
Then, she pulled open a couple of slides/pins.
Then, she put the jasmine on my hair.

She has had a crazy busy week. So, her thoughtfulness in stringing the jasmines together..and given the zillion things she had to get done for the event today….the fact that she didn’t forget to bring the slide/pin to hold up the jasmine…..I find that more overwhelming than the fragrance and beauty of the jasmines.

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On Blue

This is a story about the color blue, and like blue, there’s nothing true about it.

‘True blue’ is a ruse, a rhyme; it’s there, then it’s not.

Blue is glory and power, a wave, a particle, a vibration, a resonance, a spirit, a passion, a memory, a vanity, a metaphor, a dream.

Blue is a simile.

Blue, she is like a woman…And, as a woman, she is deadly.

― Christopher Moore, Sacré Bleu: A Comedy d’Art

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At Omkara Ganapathy Temple on Ganesh Chaturthi Day

I have a thing for temples.

I am not religious. But, I still have a thing for any place of worship. One can’t deny that there is a reason that humanity gathers at these designated places of worship…to thank, to pray and to gain strength.

Many years ago, during a Thaipoosam walk, my friend Balu Rajagopal talked about a Hindu Temple in a city called Temple(!?) in Texas. He talked about the origins. He talked about bringing the Omkara Ganapathy statue in the temple. He spoke so vividly about the Kumbabishekam.

I shared with him my fascination for Concord Murugan Temple (the temple that was our destination after an 18 hour Thaipoosam walk that day).

I never thought that life will eventually lead me to move close to Balu’s much talked about Omkara Ganapathy Temple in Temple, Texas.
Not only that.
Somehow, this month, my fate/destiny/choice (or whatever else you decide to call it), made sure I stood in front of Omkara Ganapathy Temple, in utter awe, on Ganesh Chaturthi Day.

As I get older, I am completely mystified about these chance happenings in life…that don’t seem like chance after all.

Hope y’all had a great Ganesh Chaturthi Day!

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