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.

Summer Trip to Texas

1 Heart to take to Texas.
2 Eyes & Ears to soak up Texas.
3 Boys to give me company during the Texas trip.
4 Chatted each night with my cousin until 4am.
5 Days in Texas – Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday.
6 Families that we meet in Texas – The Chinni’s (my cousin), The Tony’s (my Cisco buddy), The Palaniswamy’s (Kumar’s college buddy), The Ebby’s (Kumar’s school and college buddy), The Venky’s (Kumar’s school buddy),The Rema’s (Kumar’s cousin).
7 Cities/Towns visited during Texas trip – Dallas, Irving, Plano, Fort Worth, Houston, San Antonio, Austin.

I had a great reunion with friends and family. I was overwhelmed with the hospitality and the love shared on us during this trip. I laughed till my guts hurt and cried till my eyes hurt. I fell in love with Texas…despite the 100+ temperature.

Thank you to my buddies for being such gracious hosts.

Thank you to my friends Lalitha, Ganesh and Abi for providing a loving, caring house for our dog Rainbow while we were away. Thank you to my friend Vandana and her lovely girls for watching over Adi’s betta fish named Little Guy Jr while we were away.

Simple Kolam to grace the Household that I grew up in

Adi is having way too much during his India trip. He has been immersing himself in the rich Indian culture that I grew up in.

Kolam is a form of drawing that is drawn by using rice flour/chalk/chalk in South India. powder/white rock powder often using naturally/synthetically colored powders. Kolams are thought to bring prosperity to homes. Decoration is not the main purpose of a Kolam. In olden days, kolams were drawn in coarse rice flour, so the ants would not have to walk too far or too long for a meal. The rice powder also invited birds and other small creatures to eat it, thus welcoming other beings into one’s home and everyday life: a daily tribute to harmonious co-existence. It is a sign of invitation to welcome all into the home, not the least of whom is Lakshmi, the Goddess of prosperity and wealth. The patterns range between geometric and mathematical line drawings around a matrix of dots to free form art work and closed shapes. Folklore has evolved to mandate that the lines must be completed so as to symbolically prevent evil spirits from entering the inside of the shapes, and thus are they prevented from entering the inside of the home.  Source: Kolam

The day has finally come for Adi’s simple kolam to grace the household that I grew up in.  The kola dabba(box) is several decades years old and has been touched and used by several generations of people within the family.

Typically, the women in the family draw the kolam in the early mornings. However, Adi is an explorer. To him, the kolam is a piece of art. It didn’t matter who the artist was.

This generation is defying every boundary that we grow up with – racial and gender walls are being broken down. Are they not?