Money tank and water bank

Yesterday volt was folding clothes. Smaller ones like towels, kerchief, pillow covers etc. She was doing a decent job. I appreciated her. She stopped whatever she was doing and told me in a matter-of-fact tone

“Amma you didnot teach me to fold clothes ok. My school teacher taught me. My SCHOOL XYZ taught me. You didnot OK. ”

I can never take credit for the good stuff I guess.


We were going by an auto and she spots a big overhead water tank. She stared at it for a minute and asked me

“Amma did you go to this tank today morning?”

With a puzzled look “Eh! NO, why”

“Did you go to THIS TANK to get money”

BANK became TANK in her head and our auto ride ended with a smile so wide which we couldn’t hide (ok I will stop before you chop) (Ok reeaalllyy stopping) ūüėÄ




I am waiting – 70

It is raining . non. stop.

Our road(?) is special , it gets slippery when there is even 1 mm rain in neighbouring state. It is raining non stop since midnight . Now thanks to some gas company, they have dug the road and all those 10 stones which protected us from skidding has gone inside earth and fresh loose soil is on top.

It is like 3 kms of multani mitti facepack(road pack!) on road . I went to pick up my kid and to avoid skidding , we took short cut. I made her jump the compound wall and asked my MIL to catch her on the other side. I could not jump thanks to my back, took the longer multani mitti route (Don’t see any glow in my feet though), got drenched in rain. What? Umbrella? Ya. Because you see there is wind above, mitti below. And in between if you have to balance your umbrella… you will end up with a face/bum pack for sure.So I didnot take one.

I am waiting for some angel to knock at my door and get me a super moist warm chocolate cake to make this a happy day.

Angel..dude …if you are listening..come flying OK.. Don’t even attempt to walk on our road. Andha chocolate cake bathiram!

Mothers! – 71

Yesterday I had to take my mom to the hospital for a follow up. She was at her place. I tool bus and we met each other at a point and started walking towards the hospital. It was a good 1.5 km walk.

My mom had got two hot samosa for me to eat it on the way. Usually the doctors in that hospital are late by an hour. She thought since I would have left home as soon as finishing my work , I wouldn’t have had any snacks and brought those hot samosa. And she was right. I was hungry and super happy on seeing those samosa

No person in this world can ever think like a mother does !!!

Day 5 – of Jodi no. 1 during travel

These are my most favourite Jodi s during travel . They all take no. 1 position.

Idli smeared generously with idli podi and sesame extra plain idli to balance the spice level.

Soft dosai smeared generously with idli podi and sesame oil

Soggy not crisp yes soggy pooris with aloo masala placed strategically between two pooris

Soft chappathi with spicy tangy thick tomato chutney

Vaai la pota vazhukara# curd rice tempered generously with mustard seeds and urad Dal ,with a spoonful of mango thokku on top of it. By the time you eat the essence of thokku will be all over that curd rice and gulp * gets carried away*

#put it in your mouth and it just slides into your tummy before you know it

* Returns after 5 minutes*

Puliodharai with fryums and curd

Idli with coconut thogaiyal with a small piece of banana leaf separating the Jodi

Food and myself

* Extra points if the food is packed in banana leaf. It is an art I Tell you! An Art!!

what is this new technique

Read this post by GB…Same thing happened to me.

A well dressed man in bike came to me when I was walking back from office few weeks back (I was close to my home) and asked me where the nearest mechanic is. I pointed to the nearest one. Then he asked if he can lend me some petrol!!

I was walking and I don’t need petrol for that. I ¬†agree that I sometimes call food as my petrol but never even thought of drinking/carrying actual petrol. Anyway . I stood perplexed. Then he asked where I work, where I stay. Before I could answer he said “you must be staying nearby can you get some petrol” I said no.Then he asked for money. The moment he said money I started walking. He tried calling me but I didnot turn back. After few steps I got scared.

What if he is following me, what if he finds out my home. I thought of changing route if he was still there but when I checked he was gone..with his bike which seemed to be running ON PETROL!!!

Now what GB shared sounds too similar isn’t it?

Another incident..I was walking from office to my bus stop. A gang of women and men came to me and asked if I can speak Hindi. For some reason I went ahead without answering. After few steps I stopped felt terrible for not helping. I thought of going back and helping them.It was a main road,what could happen. For some strange reason, my brain refused to go back and I had this urge to keep going and not turning back.

Two days later, again similar gang, at same place asking same question!

I am telling you today I am really scared to help people.All these are happening in broad daylight where vehicles keep moving.Though one part of my mind feels guilty for not being helpful, the other part says “Better safe than sorry”

Nenje Ezhu*…

I don’t know what got into B.He was OK till last week.This week he suddenly installed an app,took out his shoes and started his morning walk!!! He even carries a water bottle. Too much I say! As if that is not enough,he along with my mom are forcing me to go for a morning walk. What is wrong with these people.

I know I loved those days when wherever I went my legs would be the first thing to enter that place instead of my stomach.But walking? in winter?Please No.

B: I have installed an app in your phone.It motivates you.

Me: It will only drain my battery.

B: You can charge it again.

Me: I can easily cheat that App.

Me: Smiley

Me: Amma you take care of volt the whole day.Atleast in the morning you should take a break.Not fair.So what if I don’t walk.I feel guilty ma.
Smiley Smiley

Amma: Its her nap time.Go away

Me: Smiley

I switch on that stupid App and play some inspirational songs like “nenje ezhu” from mariyan and vetri kodi kattu from padaiyappa.

I walk exactly like dhanush in nenje ezhu.Slow,unsteady,sad face.

After 20 minutes it starts drizzling ..what if I catch cold and die..No way.I go into the car parking area and when I am about to reach the lift B comes out (on his way to office).

B: Done? So soon?

Me: Drizzling

B: ok.ok.Good.Walk in the parking lot.

Me: Smiley

Bored I check the app which is still running and it shows 40 kcal.

First Reaction- Whatttt ONLY 40??? Come on.I walked faster that that uncle who was standing near A block.

On Second thoughts – Hmm..40? 40!No idea how to interpret this?Too much?Too less?

Suddenly my brain starts understanding everything.OK.How much does the Marie biscuit packet say for 100gms how many calories..Quick Quick Quick..OK Lindt dark chocolate..calories per serving..Ok… hmm Dove dark chocolate with almonds,,… ok ok ok ok..(A+b) the whole square…cos theta by tan theta…. OK OK OK!!!!Smiley

So if I walk one more round I can eat 1 extra lindt chocolate and two more Dove (chocolate)! Yess!!!!!!! Smiley


Moral of the story: Motivation comes in different flavours and servings.

Credits: Smileys from

* This song

I am thankful – 6

Everyone is tired these days .The long commute to work, the traffic, the dust, the work, the food makes everyone tired by 5 PM.Whether you are a 12 year old or 32 year old, you feel tired. Older people seem to be brisk and happy compared to us. The reason I said all this is these days very few people get up in the bus or other public places if they see any old or needy person to give their seat.

Atleast that is how I feel at the end of the day. In my route I don’t see old people often but sometimes I do see pregnant women in bus and I give my seat. When I see people with small kids many times I had continued my journey without offering my seat.Especially when I am having back pain.

When I was pregnant we boarded a volvo bus. In volvo bus I have never seen people offering their seat to others. But there was one 16-17 year old boy who immediately got up and gave me his seat. Not sure how many would do that when a ticket costs 80 rupees.We exchanged smiles and then he got lost in the crowd.

I was 8 months carrying at that time and was waiting in front of a mandapam while B was trying to talk to its manager and the gates were closed. It was early in the morning ,the security person who was watching all this, brought his chair and asked me to sit on it while things were sorted out.It was very kind of him considering his age and how tired he must be.

Two days back I was waiting in front of a medical shop with volt when B was inside buying some medicines. A watchman came from nowhere and asked me sit on his chair while B finishes his job.

These random act of kindness definitely lifts your mood up.This post is to thank such people who respond immediately and help perfect strangers.

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