Ambal’s Work Life

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The Truth is so Brutal

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows

Everybody knows that the boat is leaking
Everybody knows that the captain lied
Everybody got this broken feeling
Like their father or their dog just died
Everybody talking to their pockets
Everybody wants a box of chocolates
And a long-stem rose
Everybody knows

Everybody knows, everybody knows
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows

—- Cohen

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Glorious Childhood

“Because children grow up, we think a child’s purpose is to grow up. But a child’s purpose is to be a child. Nature doesn’t disdain what lives only for a day. It pours the whole of itself into the each moment. We don’t value the lily less for not being made of flint and built to last. Life’s bounty is in its flow, later is too late. Where is the song when it’s been sung? The dance when it’s been danced? It’s only we humans who want to own the future, too. We persuade ourselves that the universe is modestly employed in unfolding our destination. We note the haphazard chaos of history by the day, by the hour, but there is something wrong with the picture. Where is the unity, the meaning, of nature’s highest creation? Surely those millions of little streams of accident and wilfulness have their correction in the vast underground river which, without a doubt, is carrying us to the place where we’re expected! But there is no such place, that’s why it’s called utopia. The death of a child has no more meaning than the death of armies, of nations. Was the child happy while he lived? That is a proper question, the only question. If we can’t arrange our own happiness, it’s a conceit beyond vulgarity to arrange the happiness of those who come after us.”
― Tom Stoppard, The Coast of Utopia

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A Wild Trip to Mexico

It all started a few weeks ago.

I gave Kumar one of my awesomely brilliant bright ideas.

“Dey Kumaru, boys have had a busy and rough year. So much has happened this year and we haven’t traveled much. Why don’t we take the boys somewhere…someplace quiet…..just to relax”.

The rest, as they say, is a danger-vacation story to be told and retold for several decades to come.


Dec 22 evening:

Within an hour and half of landing in Mexico, my hand bag with cash, credit card, passports, car key etc was stolen.

It has been a nightmare.

The boys are possibly beginning to find out how bad humanity can be….with what they saw on the security camera and how slowly everbody is moving on this case.

It is dark learning and this isn’t the kind of learning I intended for them in #Mexico.

We are trying to contact the Usembassy.gov to sort out paperwork.

Send us your positive vibes. Thank you.


Update on Dec 23 morning:
Thank you Friends for sending us prayers and positive vibes and reaching out in every possible way to help us. It has been a maddening nightmare in the last 18 hours. Boys and I are safe. We are at the embassy trying to sort out the mess and get emergency passports.


Update on Dec 23 evening:
We had a crazy day roving Cancun to take passport pictures, file for emergency passport and also fill out police report.

The 3 boys proved to me again they were men of mettle with how they handled all the curve balls with calm and resolve.

Thanks much to all of you for the flood of messages sending wishes and queries for how to help.

I am also thankful for those of y’all who tried to put a smile of my face by asking the following question in many different forms – “Given your penchant for drama and grandeur, did you stage the whole thing to teach the kids about safety when traveling !?”

Special thanks to my buddy Rohit for sending the boys birth certificate to Embassy to expedite emegency passport issual. I owe him a lifetime worth of chai.

We are safe. I count my blessings for that. I also count my blessings for a husband who never told me in the last 24 hours – “You should have kept the purse more safely”.


Update on Dec 24 afternoon:

Still lots of mess to clear up.

But, figured it is about time to bring the boys to the ocean and coconut trees.

Despite the lost passports/purse and all the ensuing mishaps, I am beginning to fall in love with this beautiful country and the effervescent smiling “hola” saying Senors and Senoritas.

For the record, Kumar is getting way too many “holas” from the beautiful chicas who are possibly mistaking him as one of their very own Hombreros.

Thank you for the outpour of good wishes, prayers, encouraging words and wise cracks that really did crack me up.

Love and light.

Anyways, one thing has led to another and before you know it, I find myself on this airport bench waiting to catch the flight back home.

After we get back home, I have to get new passports, new drivers license, new car keys, new house keys, replace credit card…as if that wasn’t enough, have to do loads of laundry and much more.

Hope y’all are having a great holiday and getting ready to call it a year.


Update on Dec 29 evening:

#ingratitude #homesweethome

We are back home! Yipee!

Thank you for sending prayers, white light and best wishes for us to return home safely. We appreciate it more than words can describe.

My bandana is in honor of the friendly folks at US consular office who moved so swiftly to get us the emergency passports.

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Unconditional Love

I practically do nothing for Rainbow…except remember to give her food and water.
I don’t play with her.
I don’t rub her belly.
I don’t take her for a walk.
I don’t put her on my lap and spoil her silly like the boys do.

I don’t do anything of that.

I think she missed me quite a bit when I was gone for most of this week.
Perhaps, that is why she has been camping out under my chair ever since I returned home.

It is kind of sad that she can’t speak and use words to tell me how she feels.
I can only wonder what goes on under those beautiful brown eyes.

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