Posted in Blogathon 2017, childhood, Happy Little things, Nature, Nostalgia

Day 4 -of leaves and flowers

Till I was in school, we used to have a nice garden at home. Lemon, mango , banana,coconut, hibiscus, many rose plants , don’t know their English names flowering plants, jasmine, crotons, tomato, snake guard, snakes pretending to be a plant .So many we had. Garden used to e my study area.

We also had fencing with plants. Which meant you have book in one hand and a stick,stem , leaf or flowers in other. the peace those plants would bring cannot be compared.

Moved to the city and we completely lost that feeling. I tried to grow plants in pots but frequent travel spoiled everything. And believe me you get attached to your plants pretty quick that when you see them dying it hurts bad.

My mother always says that plants are a huge responsibility.

Last month , getting inspired from one of our friends we kick started our gardening project again. 4 pots. Tomato brinjal ladys finger and coriander.

After a week of singing and watering the babies came out. Then I realised that I have made a big mistake. I have planted too many seeds in a pot.

I don know how to shift the saplings without causing damage. Any experts out there, need your help please.

Posted in blogathon 2016, childhood, daily daily, Happy Little things, Volt speaking

Amma kaanummm*

Ammmaaaa…kaaanummmm  (Lets play hide and seek)

I will close my eyes only for 0.75 seconds and then I will start peeking.OK. Its been too long. Let me find out amma.

Ah! She is not there in that place where she hid last time. Let me check the place where she hid last to last time.Not there too.

This lady will never understand the game..ufff.Lets ask appa where she is.

Appaaaaa..Ammaa kaanummm  😯

Appa gives hint..I see Amma..But let me continue the drama a bit longer..

Paaati.. Ammmaa kaanummmm.. aah aaah  😯  😯  achucho Ammaaa kaanummm

Everyone has to play along. Paati also acts shocked.

OK.Lets end this. Finds amma with a shock on face. Ammmaaaaaaaa..

I win.

Lets play again.

Ammaaaaa Kaaanummmmmmm

*Amma missingggg

Posted in blogathon 2016, childhood, Cooking adventures, Uncategorized

Potato podi(powder)

My mother always makes this podi with mor kozhambu. While everyone else mixes mor kozhambu with rice and eats I hog on this podi alone. Hot rice, one spoon ghee mixed with this podi and mor kozhambu as side dish makes me the happiest person on earth.

After marriage I made this podi at home and B too started liking it. When my mom makes it, I ask her to prepare in bulk and I eat it for breakfast,lunch and dinner.Will never get bored of this. I made it last week. Unfortunately I don’t have any pics. You know food goes from stove to photo/video and all never crosses my mind.

I will share the recipe, try it once.

1.Boil one medium sized potato in pressure cooker, peel the skin and mash it.It is ok to have small lumps that makes it even more tastier.

2. Take one tsp oil, add 4-5 tbsp of toor dal and 3-4 chillies (add more according to your spice level), add a pinch of asafoetida powder, roast till the dal turns golden.

3. Shift the contents to a plate immediately so that they don’t burn. Once it cools down ,add salt and grind it into a coarse powder.

4. Now mix the mashed potato with the above podi.

5. Take hot rice, add one spoon of ghee, add some podi mix it and eat it with papad.Yummmm. Mor kozhambu is the best jodi for this.

The beauty of this dish is even if the potato qty is too much or too less it will still taste good . If potato is too much you can always make the above powder in 2 mins and add it.

Posted in childhood, Nostalgia

I want volt to

Look at the stars and the moon and to show off that the moon always follows her #notTheStickersOntheCeiling

Tell me what images she sees on the moon..whether it is a Kozhi (hen) or a paati sutting vadai

Tell me what shapes she sees in the clouds

Pluck the flowers from the garden and count the number of petals, tear them, squeeze them and throw them on someone’s head #notTheDoNotPluckTheFlowersGarden

Cook a lunch for me with those flowers,leaves,sticks and wild fruits picked from the garden #notToWatchMasterChefUS

Smell the first drop of rain

Jump on the puddle after heavy rain and enjoy it #notToWorryAboutGermsOpenDrainageSpit

Spot the crows,parrots,cuckoo on the trees and show them to me #notThePigeon

Imitate a dog/sheep/crow/hen/cow as  bowwow/mehh/kaakaa/kokrokoko/maa #notWoofwookCock-a-doodle-dooMoooo

Feel that enjoying all these is not a vacation thing but what a normal day feels like !!

P.S. I wanted to show her a flower and took her to the garden.There was a beautiful white flower . Twice I tried to show her that but she kept looking at something else. Third time when I tried she took one look at it,grabbed,plucked, squeezed the flower and threw it away and continued with her work 😀

Posted in childhood, The heart speaks


I was 14 and had been to my mama’s place. When I saw him hugging his daughter who was almost of my age and laughing loud and my aunt shouting from kitchen that he is giving his daughter too much chellam but her voice was never heard as their laughter was so loud, I was just standing in a corner and missing you.
I was only 15 when I had to ask help from my uncle as one idiot kept following me everyday to my school. My eyes were blinded with tears on that day not because of that idiot , but because it was so embarrassing for me to explain it to my uncle. If it had been you, it would have been much easier and you would have comforted me then and there. I missed you that day.
Every Christmas I buy a plum cake and enjoy it so much. It was you who introduced Christmas and cake to me. When I was 12 we planned to decorate the Christmas look alike tree at our house . But then you just left suddenly and when I told the relatives about the decoration idea , I was just frowned upon. I missed you that day.
When I got three centums in my 12 th board exam I missed you.
We had an auto when I was small and till date every time I board an auto and sit with style ,relatives immediately say that I am so comfortable in auto because I am an auto owner’s daughter whatever that means but I miss you when they say that.
I missed you when I had to fill my first application all by myself, I missed you when I had to go to the bank for the first time, I missed you when I joined a prestigious college, I missed you when I joined work, I missed you when I had to find a place to live in a brand new city without any help, I missed you when I got my first salary, I missed you when I cooked for the first time, I missed you when I had to introduce B to our relatives, I missed you during my wedding.
I wanted you to taste the first Sambhar I made, I wanted you to meet B , I wanted to tell you that you are going to become a thatha soon….. I want you to know that sometimes volt sleeps with one leg bent and properly placed on the other just like you do.
Today when I watch volt jumping into her father’s hands with her toothless smile , my heart fills with joy.

Posted in Blogathon 2014, childhood, Happy Little things

Flashback – II

Childhood and hometown always brings back happy memories.Especialyy if there are many children in neighbourhood and all of them are like family. After I published yesterday’s post lot of memories came to my mind which I wanted to share.Since this is not one single story or such I will just put it in pointers.

-> Like nungu one another famous seller on bicycle during hot summer is “Ice vandi” .They don’t have all these fancy icecreams like chocobar not even cup or cone with various flavours.All they have is shaved ice in 2-3 flavours. Some will be in the form of stick and the other variety is called “pepsi” in our area. The crushed ice will be made in the form of thin long tube with some flavour added and packed in a plastic wrap. You just cut one end of the wrap and start sucking. If eating is fun then showing off the color in your mouth is super fun.Pink,orange and violet colours are common.

-> During pongal, my thatha will get us sugarcane.First he will cut it into pieces ,each about 1-11/2 feet length.Then he will cut it open in the middle vertically.With “Paakku vetti” (a cutter used to cut betel nuts) he will make bite sized marks so that we can easily bite it without breaking our teeth :D. Once it is ready we all sit on top of our compound wall and start chewing discussing about world affairs ! Our world was anyway very different then 🙂

-> We had so many rose plants at home. The simple varieties in baby pink ,pink ,yellow and white color. The baby pink one will bloom in dozens that my amma uses needle and thread to tie them together 🙂

-> At noon when it is too hot , we go to any one person’s garden(everyone owned a huge garden then) and sit on a mango or jackfruit tree, while the bees and garden lizards are busy with their job we continue our chit chat.

-> The fences usually are made with thorny plants. Mostly it will be dry but sometimes some plants start growing in the fence itself.Investigating the fence is another timepass in summer.

->I don’t remember the plant name here but there used to be tiny plants with yellow flowers. The competition will be to flick the flowers using your thumb and middle finger and see whose flower covers the maximum distance.

->How can I forget running behind thatha poochi trying to catch it.

If  I think more, I will get so many more memories to share. These were never a big thing those days but today when I sit in a place where I hardly see a thatha poochi flying and where a bee is considered as a dangerous animal 🙄 I can feel how much we are missing. How much our kids will miss!

p.s. All things I have shared are from my childhood when I never bothered to know the English names. So I used the same names which we used then. Sorry that I could not translate or write it down well. It is there so beautifully pictured in my thoughts but I really have not written it well. So Sorry.

Posted in Blogathon 2014, childhood

Have you ever had nungu?

When I was in school we lived in a small town. During hot summer, people used to sell “nungu” , the sellers rode a bicycle with a bamboo basket filled with nungu. And for 10 rupees, they take out a mini basket made of palm leaf and fill it with like 20 pieces.If you are regular customer you get extra.

There are many ways to eat nungu. My appa eats with that white skin. It tastes little bitter,I can’t have it but he says the skin is very good for health. Myself and my cousins patiently remove that white skin and gulp that jelly like seed(wikipedia calls it a seed).The good ones will be really really soft that no way you can remove the skin without breaking it and spilling all the juice. The juice inside will be cold , sweet and heavenly. We used to lick our hands so that we don’t miss that juice and the jelly will be so soft that one cannot remove the skin without breaking it + we will be in a hurry to finish the whole basket.

One of my friend in college told me how they eat it at her town.Each fruit will have 3 jelly type seeds placed in 3 socket.The sellers there just cut the fruit in such a way that the sockets are exposed and she used to poke the white jelly inside with her finger and drink all the juice without spilling! Clever ! 😀

One of my cousin, since she does not like the fruit she applies it all over her face as mask. On hot days it will be so much fun to sit together and enjoy this.

When we came here we were super happy to find nungu on our street. Me and B brought for 50 RS ( now it is too costly) and happily went home and ate. It was so hard but still we didnot want to throw it away so finished the whole thing. After 2 hours we both had terrible stomach pain,we were literally rolling on bed with pain.Somehow we slept off and it went away in sometime.Only later we came to know from MIL that overripe fruits will cause stomach ache! If it is overripe you can cook it in a pressure cooker with some milk and eat it,it seems. Sounds not so interesting to me. I like it soft , broken with the cold juice spilling all over 😀

p.s It is called as “Ice-Apple” it seems.Perfect! 😀

Posted in Blogathon 2014, childhood, Happy Little things


I like to read children’s class notebooks.Whenever I go to a close relative’s place who has small kids, I spend time looking at their notebooks with their permission of course :P.

If the kid is young and is still using pencil to write, that makes it even more interesting to read.

Small kids generally get very enthu if you start looking at their books/notebooks. My youngest niece teaches me 1,2,3.. and all types of fruits. 1,2,3 may be I know but many fruit names frankly she taught me 😀

Whenever I visit my youngest cousin’s place I start reading her science books and class work.I love biology. The thing is she also gets interest and brings all her notebooks and shows them to me.

Sometimes we laugh reading her scribbles in between the class work .

I love the squared notebooks which we used for maths as kids to write numbers(how big a struggle it was then to write the number inside that tiny box), and also the maths notebooks which has margins on both sides in higher classes (I don’t remember its name)

English and Tamil handwriting books – double line and four lines notebook 😀 Those are the best. I love the double line notebook more .

If I see a stationery shop I have to work hard to control myself from buying these awesome notebooks.

I like all these now but not sure how much I liked them when I was actually using them in school 😛

Posted in Blogathon 2014, childhood, Nostalgia

Paatti enum beauty

I lost both my maternal and paternal grandmother at a young age. They both fell sick . We were in a different city during my early days and we came back to our hometown only when my paternal grandma was not well. I could not spend much time with her. And my my maternal paati was living in a different city. We would go there during my holidays.She was suffering from cancer and was bedridden . She would be in pain most of the time. Sometimes she would call me in and ask me to sing songs for her. Those times it never occurred to me that I should sit next to her, talk to her spend time with her. I would just go in, sing songs and run away to play with my cousin.

Only later I realized how much I miss my paati’s love. In college one of my close friend’s grandma used to invite us during weekends. I found her cooking so delicious. She would have just made arisi upma with simple coconut chutney, still it would be like devamirtham. I remember pushing my friend away and sleeping on her grandma’s lap.

My other friend shares lot of stories about her grandmother. She shares many interesting recipes that her grandma is famous for. She shares with me the mythological stories that her grandma tells her. These conversation always excites me. I keep telling her that I want to meet her grandmother.Her grandmother used to collect Bhagavadha Purana stories from a weekly magazine and bound them together into a book.She still has it, it seems. She knows to speak in 3 languages. She makes the best madhur vada .When my friend shares all these info with me, I can see how proud she is of her grandma. For some reason I feel proud too.

I feel so happy when I see kids bond with their grandma. One of my cousin’s grandmother – she is 80, she is so beautiful.Well all grandmothers are beautiful,me thinks. Everytime I go to her place she gives me a hug and I love that softy soft hug.Even if I forget she calls me and hugs atleast once. Recently one my cousin had a baby and I like to hear baby’s antics more from her grandmother than from her mother.I just feel so happy when a grandmother talks about her grandchild.My cousin’s kid, her bestest friend is her great paati. She ignores everyone else  including her mother when her old friend is at home.It is so beautiful to watch the two of them bonding and playing together. *touchwood*

I am sure that this post will bring you lot of happy memories 😀 Share it when you have time OK?

Posted in childhood, Nostalgia


I am leaving to office from home and it is 730 AM. I see a father start his bike to drop his daughter at office.As they went past me I realized the smell. The familiar smell of petrol and oil mixing up, from my childhood. That smell meant that my appa and chithappa have left for the days work and all kids in our street are ready for our morning meeting. We were 9 – 10 people of almost same age and same height. We would go one round in our long street talking about things I don’t even remember now.
If it had been a rainy day some special treats would be waiting for us. Those days grass was abundant and the beauty was they din’t come with the board “please.don’t walk on me. Let me live”. If it had rained last night there would still be few persistent drops sticking to the end of the flexible grass blades. My immediate reaction would be to remove my slippers and stand on them to feel the chillness spreading from my feet to head. This is something my father taught me.
After this small relation with grass we would be walking talking, talking walking when someone in the group would have pulled the low hanging branch of a neem tree. Then there would be a mini shower of rain drops. When a tiny smile spreads across our faces for few seconds there would be a sudden confusion as some insect would have landed on one of the not so brave person. Then follows the ceremony of chasing and sending the poor insect to heaven.
Sometimes there would be small pools of water here and there if it had been a little heavy rain the previous night. The group of 3-4 feet figures would be surrounding the pool to spot tadpoles. Topic of discussion would shift from fighter planes to cars to whales to diwali crackers but eyes would be following the tadpoles for reason unknown.
And sometimes suddenly we would hear a big group approaching us and on turning back we would see a big herd of sheep coming that way. From tadpoles spotting we would shift to who-is-the-leader-sheep spotting. There would be 2-3 with very big horns, one of them should be the leader we would have thought and then will come a man with a long stick shouting hha hah hoh hrr..hhh ..brrrrr.

If it is a lucky day, we would spot some bright red small velvet insects crossing the muddy road. We don’t know its name till today. One creative brat from the group would start telling stories that this is the insect used to produce silk . The other curious would ask how and Mr.creative would start spinning some horror stories.One example: They would collect 100 such insects and put them in one big kadai and .. OK the rest is censored! :D. We all would be looking at the insect with a sad face.
Morning sessions would be interrupted by one of the grandparents/parents asking his/her grandkid to come home for breakfast. The whole group disperses for a short time only to continue the next meet at someone’s house veranda 🙂
vroom.. vroom.. vroom…I returned to present with the sound of baj starting his bike. The smell is different, the mud pools are dirty and I can’t see any grass.

P.S. I want to share many more things from my childhood. The worm following, the fence breaking, plucking wild flowers, running behind garden lizards,holding wet sand in dress ,running away from frogs, slipping and falling in the mud.. much more.. I will do one more post I guess 😀