Today, I sit and think as to what to write on our 7th anniversary....
But I just can't seem to write...
So, I tell myself, that our love has reached beyond words...
Or how else would you have bought me that gift
from the very store I was thinking of getting you, your gift....
We have reached a stage, where our love has gone beyond the words...'I love you'
But still, I would not stop saying them, as long as you have me around...
Loved you once...
Love you still...
Always have...
Always will....
Happy anniversary to us!!!
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Showing posts with label Love and me. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Unakkul paarkava...Ulladhai sollava?
The other day, you, my dear hubby, asked me as to what I know about you and what I have understood about you in these almost 7 years....and this post has been pending in my draft section, ever since that day! And, finally it's seeing daylight today! So, here's the list.
- You are short-tempered (even though my mom doesn't admit it)
- You are patient enough to handle me, when I am in my worst moods.
- You handle pressure situations very calmly.
- You don't get tensed even if whole hell breaks loose. You are interested only in the paper and TV.
- You like to tell Swathi, that I love her sister more, and you intend to do that even after they grow up!
- You love to irritate me!
- You always like to pull Kicha's leg, and this irritates me further!
- You like to show off your love for me, in front of your friends. (I'm not sure, if it's the effect of your friends, but I like it, nevertheless)
- You, like a kid, become irritated, if you are hungry.
- Even though, you are not the typical romantic types, you have all it takes to be a wonderful and caring husband. The other day, when my car's rear view mirror broke, because of an auto, and I called you on the spot, the first question you asked was, 'What happened to you?', and not 'What happened to the car?'. Do you know, how much that meant to me? (Though God knows, what would have happened to you, if you had asked the second question, first)
- You love our daughters, more than you love me....(or is it as much as you love me?) I'm jealous!!!
- You take pride, when they achieve something in their schools.
- You claim that they are your girls, when they are good, and that they are mine, when they are cranky. You look utterly childish, when you say these.
- You are not a mother's boy. In case of arguments, you neither talk in favor of me, nor your mom. You only support whoever is right, be it me or your mom. You are balanced.
- You like to help others in need. You don't think twice.
- You like vacations.
- You are a typical businessman!
- You like organizing functions.
- You, just like me, like to watch our marriage photos and CDs, over and over, again and again.
- YOU LOVE ME. (Poor me, I have to say this as well.)
And there are many more in the list. But they are only for you, and not for this post. :)
Happy Valentine's Day!
Come, let's fall in love....all over again!!!
- You are short-tempered (even though my mom doesn't admit it)
- You are patient enough to handle me, when I am in my worst moods.
- You handle pressure situations very calmly.
- You don't get tensed even if whole hell breaks loose. You are interested only in the paper and TV.
- You like to tell Swathi, that I love her sister more, and you intend to do that even after they grow up!
- You love to irritate me!
- You always like to pull Kicha's leg, and this irritates me further!
- You like to show off your love for me, in front of your friends. (I'm not sure, if it's the effect of your friends, but I like it, nevertheless)
- You, like a kid, become irritated, if you are hungry.
- Even though, you are not the typical romantic types, you have all it takes to be a wonderful and caring husband. The other day, when my car's rear view mirror broke, because of an auto, and I called you on the spot, the first question you asked was, 'What happened to you?', and not 'What happened to the car?'. Do you know, how much that meant to me? (Though God knows, what would have happened to you, if you had asked the second question, first)
- You love our daughters, more than you love me....(or is it as much as you love me?) I'm jealous!!!
- You take pride, when they achieve something in their schools.
- You claim that they are your girls, when they are good, and that they are mine, when they are cranky. You look utterly childish, when you say these.
- You are not a mother's boy. In case of arguments, you neither talk in favor of me, nor your mom. You only support whoever is right, be it me or your mom. You are balanced.
- You like to help others in need. You don't think twice.
- You like vacations.
- You are a typical businessman!
- You like organizing functions.
- You, just like me, like to watch our marriage photos and CDs, over and over, again and again.
- YOU LOVE ME. (Poor me, I have to say this as well.)
And there are many more in the list. But they are only for you, and not for this post. :)
Happy Valentine's Day!
Come, let's fall in love....all over again!!!
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
This day...That age...
Yeah,he forgot. As usual! He never remembers this day. Or may be he wants to forget this day.... May be! But this time I have learned enough not to ask him about this day. Every year, like a dumb idiot, it is me who goes to him and asks if he remembers this day...but this year, I didn't. I DID NOT ASK HIM. The temptation was high, though!
Even if I had asked, I know the reply. The conversation would have gone somewhere similar to this...
He: *watching cricket / reading paper / sleeping*
Me: Darling...
He: mmm.....
Me: Daaarllingg......
He: mmmmmmmmm.....
Me: I want to ask you something...
He: mm...
Me: *silent, thinking if should really ask him, in this going-nowhere-conversation*
He: what??
Me: *surprised that he responds*
He: What?
Me: Do you know what day today is?
He: Sunday.
Me: *Irritated. What a brilliant answer! My daughter could tell that.*
He: What about it?
Me: Nothing...so shall we go out?
He: Its 6 already...why bother?
Me: Whatever!!!
Darling, if you still don't remember, just to remind you....last sunday was our "Ponnu Paartha day." - the day we first saw each other...I still remember and am very happy about this event. How about you?
Happy Ponnu Paartha day to me.... (Poor me!)
Paartha nyabagam illayo....
Even if I had asked, I know the reply. The conversation would have gone somewhere similar to this...
He: *watching cricket / reading paper / sleeping*
Me: Darling...
He: mmm.....
Me: Daaarllingg......
He: mmmmmmmmm.....
Me: I want to ask you something...
He: mm...
Me: *silent, thinking if should really ask him, in this going-nowhere-conversation*
He: what??
Me: *surprised that he responds*
He: What?
Me: Do you know what day today is?
He: Sunday.
Me: *Irritated. What a brilliant answer! My daughter could tell that.*
He: What about it?
Me: Nothing...so shall we go out?
He: Its 6 already...why bother?
Me: Whatever!!!
Darling, if you still don't remember, just to remind you....last sunday was our "Ponnu Paartha day." - the day we first saw each other...I still remember and am very happy about this event. How about you?
Happy Ponnu Paartha day to me.... (Poor me!)
Paartha nyabagam illayo....
Saturday, February 19, 2011
The writer in me...
Well, the only thing which keeps me sane during my tiring 1.5 hour journey to office is reading books. Somehow, I have a passion for books (read as ‘addiction’). The moment I start reading one, I am hooked to it. Now, this time, it is “2 States” – by Chetan Bhagat. Another love story, which is too too good. Yes, it is about how his own love story which ended up in love marriage. What’s with all these guys writing their love stories as books? It’s good to read them, nevertheless. If I had had my way, and if I were single, I would have got down at Nungambakkam station, sat in the chair near the steps, completed this book and then left for my home. However, I have two kids and a poor husband who doesn’t sleep unless he watches his wife have dinner, even if the wife comes home at 11 in the night. So, I was able to complete this book only today, after two days.
Ok, coming back to the point. How I wish, I could end up reading my own story in a book. Well, expecting my guy to read a book (let alone write) is like expecting me to drive a bullet. The only way for me read my story in a book is for me to write it. So, now, I have developed this very strange desire to write books. Yes, I WANT TO BECOME A WRITER. There, I have declared it aloud.
Somewhere, along the story of this book, he – the author says to his lover, that he wants to become a writer some day and inspire his Indian readers. I think, he has achieved that, at least in my case, unaware of the terrible consequences. I am definitely inspired by him to start writing. Someday, in the future, if I become a writer, and if I am bad, Chetan Bhagat is to be blamed, not me. The credit, of course comes to me.
Even as I express my desire to write a book, I think I know exactly how many readers I will have. Number one, my poor friend, upon whom I can very happily force this book for the sole purpose of torturing him and number two, my guy, for whom I shall write the book, if at all he decides to read. But somehow, I still cannot imagine my hubby reading a book, even if it is written by me. “Why bother to read, when I already know what happened” would be his instant reply. My blogs, yes, he can manage to read, because he doesn’t lie to me and he has to give me a positive reply, when I ask him if he read my blog. But a book, I am really not sure.
When I was blabbering to husband about my so-called desire to write a book, he was trying to listen, or so I believe, and at the same time, switching channels in TV. (What would these guys do if cricket was not invented? Or TV, for that matter) When, finally, there was a commercial break in almost all the channels, he fully realized my intentions and brought me back to my senses, saying that writing a book may be in my hands, but definitely not publishing the book. This was not some stupid blog site, which I can open for free and start scribbling things. That the publishers should be ready to accept and publish my work, if at all, I get to write any, that is. He's got a point there, I guess.
This is not some stupid new year resolution, which I can conveniently forget after Jan 1st week, but a desire deep from the heart. I need to work out the possibilities and see what needs to be done to publish a book. And then start writing. But since there is nothing much, I can do about it for the time being, I use my “Blame him for everything” strategy and tell him that he is not encouraging enough, doesn’t take any initiative for his wife becoming a writer, and blah…blah…blah…
For now, all I can do is to post my future intentions in this blog, and do nothing else about it.
P.S: Readers, be aware that you are reading the blog of the author of upcoming India’s No.1 Bestseller book. So, all those who post comments here, will definitely get free signed copies of my book, when it gets published. Don’t miss it!!!
Ok, coming back to the point. How I wish, I could end up reading my own story in a book. Well, expecting my guy to read a book (let alone write) is like expecting me to drive a bullet. The only way for me read my story in a book is for me to write it. So, now, I have developed this very strange desire to write books. Yes, I WANT TO BECOME A WRITER. There, I have declared it aloud.
Somewhere, along the story of this book, he – the author says to his lover, that he wants to become a writer some day and inspire his Indian readers. I think, he has achieved that, at least in my case, unaware of the terrible consequences. I am definitely inspired by him to start writing. Someday, in the future, if I become a writer, and if I am bad, Chetan Bhagat is to be blamed, not me. The credit, of course comes to me.
Even as I express my desire to write a book, I think I know exactly how many readers I will have. Number one, my poor friend, upon whom I can very happily force this book for the sole purpose of torturing him and number two, my guy, for whom I shall write the book, if at all he decides to read. But somehow, I still cannot imagine my hubby reading a book, even if it is written by me. “Why bother to read, when I already know what happened” would be his instant reply. My blogs, yes, he can manage to read, because he doesn’t lie to me and he has to give me a positive reply, when I ask him if he read my blog. But a book, I am really not sure.
When I was blabbering to husband about my so-called desire to write a book, he was trying to listen, or so I believe, and at the same time, switching channels in TV. (What would these guys do if cricket was not invented? Or TV, for that matter) When, finally, there was a commercial break in almost all the channels, he fully realized my intentions and brought me back to my senses, saying that writing a book may be in my hands, but definitely not publishing the book. This was not some stupid blog site, which I can open for free and start scribbling things. That the publishers should be ready to accept and publish my work, if at all, I get to write any, that is. He's got a point there, I guess.
This is not some stupid new year resolution, which I can conveniently forget after Jan 1st week, but a desire deep from the heart. I need to work out the possibilities and see what needs to be done to publish a book. And then start writing. But since there is nothing much, I can do about it for the time being, I use my “Blame him for everything” strategy and tell him that he is not encouraging enough, doesn’t take any initiative for his wife becoming a writer, and blah…blah…blah…
For now, all I can do is to post my future intentions in this blog, and do nothing else about it.
P.S: Readers, be aware that you are reading the blog of the author of upcoming India’s No.1 Bestseller book. So, all those who post comments here, will definitely get free signed copies of my book, when it gets published. Don’t miss it!!!
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Sweet Nothings...
Arranged and then Loved...that was our marriage...
Our marriage was arranged and we had a nice 6 months before our marriage….to begin our love journey together…
At the end of those six months nobody would have believed ours to be an arranged marriage even if we had done a “karporoam adichi sathiyam”.
First only his parents came to see me and the “Mr.Handsome” was to meet me only after his parents approved of me… So on my first meeting with my would-be-in-laws, I told them that I cannot decide to marry their son until I talk to him, because I am a person who will talk only when spoken to. So I wanted my husband to be a talkative person …atleast to me… My parents went “WhoooooaaaA????” at my attempted 'thimuru' .
So, dutifully, my would-be FIL called me the next day morning at 7:00 AM and said that I can talk to his son (Mr. Handsome). So courteous was my to-be husband that he shouted over the phone to his father “Ennala pesa mudiyaadhu.... po paa....Yaara kettu...."(we can exclude the rest of the dialogue for obvious reasons). How sweet!
But reluctantly he started talking and from that minute there was no going back….Even in our first call, we, sorry, HE spoke about his likes, dislikes, etc., etc …He even told me that his father used to shout at him and his friends comparing them to the kutti suvaru in the movie "Thulli thirindha kaalam" and we were talking for about 45 mins (till 7:45). I so very liked this guy that I didn’t even notice that it was getting late for my office until he reminded me of it. (Love at first voice.. I suppose)
The week after he came to see me, and the week after, he got a mobile number for himself and a new mobile for me too with a corporate connection. (My first gift from him, which I conveniently lost in pallavan transport, 2 years later.)
There was not a weekend till our marriage when we didn’t see each other and not a day when we didn’t talk for atleast one hour together. (All the sweet nothings which I doubt he remembers now)..and not a movie released which we didn’t see together.
We got married on 05 Sep 2005, and not once till this date, have I doubted my decision of marrying this man….and I know that I never will. It was this guy who gave me the special gift of “being loved by someone you love”
Some 2 years back I had to go to S’gpore officially for 10 day training and since I was pregnant 2nd time, my darling hubby didn’t want to leave me alone and so he gave up his business and joined me for 10 days. It so happened that we wanted to buy things for everybody and since I am a shop-alcoholic, we spent every single dollar we had for buying gifts for others and we both didn’t buy any single thing for ourselves, since we had only enough money to come back to India. So we came back and I am distributing gifts to everyone in the family and suddenly I find one box, which I did not buy. I open it to check whose gift it is and find one beautiful stone and pearl set in it. I look at my hubby and he looks at me and smiles back. All these years I was brooding over my husband's lack of giving surprises and here this man has bought something for me without me ever knowing it. That moment I was at a loss for words. Finally, my constant bickering had borne some fruit.
So, love means...constantly torturing your husband to give you surprises, even though you will sound pathetic and your husband asking you as to what surprise you want, which will sound even more pathetic!!! But still, I am glad that I ask, and I am very very glad that he listens!!!
Happy Valentine's day!!!
Our marriage was arranged and we had a nice 6 months before our marriage….to begin our love journey together…
At the end of those six months nobody would have believed ours to be an arranged marriage even if we had done a “karporoam adichi sathiyam”.
First only his parents came to see me and the “Mr.Handsome” was to meet me only after his parents approved of me… So on my first meeting with my would-be-in-laws, I told them that I cannot decide to marry their son until I talk to him, because I am a person who will talk only when spoken to. So I wanted my husband to be a talkative person …atleast to me… My parents went “WhoooooaaaA????” at my attempted 'thimuru' .
So, dutifully, my would-be FIL called me the next day morning at 7:00 AM and said that I can talk to his son (Mr. Handsome). So courteous was my to-be husband that he shouted over the phone to his father “Ennala pesa mudiyaadhu.... po paa....Yaara kettu...."(we can exclude the rest of the dialogue for obvious reasons). How sweet!
But reluctantly he started talking and from that minute there was no going back….Even in our first call, we, sorry, HE spoke about his likes, dislikes, etc., etc …He even told me that his father used to shout at him and his friends comparing them to the kutti suvaru in the movie "Thulli thirindha kaalam" and we were talking for about 45 mins (till 7:45). I so very liked this guy that I didn’t even notice that it was getting late for my office until he reminded me of it. (Love at first voice.. I suppose)
The week after he came to see me, and the week after, he got a mobile number for himself and a new mobile for me too with a corporate connection. (My first gift from him, which I conveniently lost in pallavan transport, 2 years later.)
There was not a weekend till our marriage when we didn’t see each other and not a day when we didn’t talk for atleast one hour together. (All the sweet nothings which I doubt he remembers now)..and not a movie released which we didn’t see together.
We got married on 05 Sep 2005, and not once till this date, have I doubted my decision of marrying this man….and I know that I never will. It was this guy who gave me the special gift of “being loved by someone you love”
Some 2 years back I had to go to S’gpore officially for 10 day training and since I was pregnant 2nd time, my darling hubby didn’t want to leave me alone and so he gave up his business and joined me for 10 days. It so happened that we wanted to buy things for everybody and since I am a shop-alcoholic, we spent every single dollar we had for buying gifts for others and we both didn’t buy any single thing for ourselves, since we had only enough money to come back to India. So we came back and I am distributing gifts to everyone in the family and suddenly I find one box, which I did not buy. I open it to check whose gift it is and find one beautiful stone and pearl set in it. I look at my hubby and he looks at me and smiles back. All these years I was brooding over my husband's lack of giving surprises and here this man has bought something for me without me ever knowing it. That moment I was at a loss for words. Finally, my constant bickering had borne some fruit.
So, love means...constantly torturing your husband to give you surprises, even though you will sound pathetic and your husband asking you as to what surprise you want, which will sound even more pathetic!!! But still, I am glad that I ask, and I am very very glad that he listens!!!
Happy Valentine's day!!!
Monday, January 31, 2011
What women want?
I read the below content in a book named “34 Bubblegums and Candies” and couldn’t resist posting this in my blog. So all women, enjoy reading this and all men, atleast try to understand women from now on….
Dear husband/boy-friend/current man in my life,
When we see you at the end of the day, and say, “I have had a really hard day today”, just hold us and give us a hug instead of asking “Oh, really, what happened?”
Sometimes, we don’t want you to make things right, we just need a hug.
When we ask you if that gorgeous, slimmer lady is more attractive than us, please say. “Yes, but I’m sure she isn’t as great a wife/mother as you are.”
Sometimes, we just want to be assured that we still matter.
When we ask you if we look fat in an outfit, please say, “It suits you well.” If it really looks horrible, please say, “I think you will look better in that other outfit.”
Sometimes, we just need a little straight talk.
When we ask you if you mind taking us out, even though there is a cricket match on TV, please be honest and fix a time when it will not interfere with your match watching. Taking us out and glancing at your watch every five minutes, makes us feel guilty.
Sometimes, we appreciate honesty too!
When we ask you if miss us when you go on those outstation trips, please lie a bit and say that you cannot wait to get back home, even if you are having a great time, at a five star hotel paid for by the company.
Sometimes, we need to hear a bit of lie too!
When we tell you that another guy seems nice, we aren’t thinking of getting into bed with him. We are probably thinking that he would make a nice husband for that single girl-friend of ours. We are NOT mentally comparing you.
Sometimes, atleast sometimes, don’t doubt our intentions.
When you are driving us back home after a nice dinner at a restaurant and we ask you, “Do you want to stop for coffee?” please say yes, even if you really do not want coffee, because it means we are asking as we want to stop!
Sometimes, we like you to mind-read too!
When we sometimes complain to you about our problems, please do NOT give us solutions.
Sometimes, we just want you to listen and be sympathetic.
With love,
The woman in your life.
PS: To the husband in my life, when you asked me why I am posting this as a blog when I have already read it, because I am sure that you can never read a book in your life, and putting it in a blog was the only way, I could make you read this. Hope you understand me:-)
Dear husband/boy-friend/current man in my life,
When we see you at the end of the day, and say, “I have had a really hard day today”, just hold us and give us a hug instead of asking “Oh, really, what happened?”
Sometimes, we don’t want you to make things right, we just need a hug.
When we ask you if that gorgeous, slimmer lady is more attractive than us, please say. “Yes, but I’m sure she isn’t as great a wife/mother as you are.”
Sometimes, we just want to be assured that we still matter.
When we ask you if we look fat in an outfit, please say, “It suits you well.” If it really looks horrible, please say, “I think you will look better in that other outfit.”
Sometimes, we just need a little straight talk.
When we ask you if you mind taking us out, even though there is a cricket match on TV, please be honest and fix a time when it will not interfere with your match watching. Taking us out and glancing at your watch every five minutes, makes us feel guilty.
Sometimes, we appreciate honesty too!
When we ask you if miss us when you go on those outstation trips, please lie a bit and say that you cannot wait to get back home, even if you are having a great time, at a five star hotel paid for by the company.
Sometimes, we need to hear a bit of lie too!
When we tell you that another guy seems nice, we aren’t thinking of getting into bed with him. We are probably thinking that he would make a nice husband for that single girl-friend of ours. We are NOT mentally comparing you.
Sometimes, atleast sometimes, don’t doubt our intentions.
When you are driving us back home after a nice dinner at a restaurant and we ask you, “Do you want to stop for coffee?” please say yes, even if you really do not want coffee, because it means we are asking as we want to stop!
Sometimes, we like you to mind-read too!
When we sometimes complain to you about our problems, please do NOT give us solutions.
Sometimes, we just want you to listen and be sympathetic.
With love,
The woman in your life.
PS: To the husband in my life, when you asked me why I am posting this as a blog when I have already read it, because I am sure that you can never read a book in your life, and putting it in a blog was the only way, I could make you read this. Hope you understand me:-)
Thursday, December 9, 2010
30 days passed
It’s been 30 days since I last saw my family, my loving kids and my beloved husband. Somehow, the 30 days have passed.
On the official front, I am now confident enough, than I was during the beginning of this trip. We have attained clarity on what needs to be done, and what’s not to be done. Having gained that, time seems to run very fast. On that note, it’s only 7 more working days before I leave offshore and there’s a truck load of work to be done. And I am working really hard (though some of you may say that I hardly work – stop that PG!) to complete my assignment, mainly because I want to do justice to this trip and most importantly, I don’t want my trip to get extended because of the delay.
Time has a very bad habit of speeding up when you want it to slow down and slows down when you want it to speed up. I wish it would slow down when I am in office and speed up when I return to my room. The eight hours in office vanishes before I know and another day has gone pushing me closer to my deadline. But the moment I enter my room, loneliness hits me. I think of the days when my daughters come running to me when I return from office, leaving behind whatever they were doing, the fight between them as to who gets to me first and so many other things. I while away my time thinking of those moments, and obviously end up crying to sleep. And the worst part, there are still TEN MORE DAYS to go. Given a choice to stay and complete my work or return immediately, which one would I choose? Family or career? It would definitely be my family (as my hubby already knows), because, I can manage these tasks anytime from offshore. How I wish that a fairy would come in front of me like in the Cinderella tale and take me back to my family – THIS INSTANT... Time, time, fly away fast…
The countdown still continues…
10 more days to go…
On the official front, I am now confident enough, than I was during the beginning of this trip. We have attained clarity on what needs to be done, and what’s not to be done. Having gained that, time seems to run very fast. On that note, it’s only 7 more working days before I leave offshore and there’s a truck load of work to be done. And I am working really hard (though some of you may say that I hardly work – stop that PG!) to complete my assignment, mainly because I want to do justice to this trip and most importantly, I don’t want my trip to get extended because of the delay.
Time has a very bad habit of speeding up when you want it to slow down and slows down when you want it to speed up. I wish it would slow down when I am in office and speed up when I return to my room. The eight hours in office vanishes before I know and another day has gone pushing me closer to my deadline. But the moment I enter my room, loneliness hits me. I think of the days when my daughters come running to me when I return from office, leaving behind whatever they were doing, the fight between them as to who gets to me first and so many other things. I while away my time thinking of those moments, and obviously end up crying to sleep. And the worst part, there are still TEN MORE DAYS to go. Given a choice to stay and complete my work or return immediately, which one would I choose? Family or career? It would definitely be my family (as my hubby already knows), because, I can manage these tasks anytime from offshore. How I wish that a fairy would come in front of me like in the Cinderella tale and take me back to my family – THIS INSTANT... Time, time, fly away fast…
The countdown still continues…
10 more days to go…
Monday, November 15, 2010
Yeh pyaar kaise hota hai....
Woh pehli baar...jab hum mile...
haathon mein haath..jab hum chale...
Ho gaya yeh dil deewaaana…
Hotha hai pyaar kya? Kisne jaana??????????
haathon mein haath..jab hum chale...
Ho gaya yeh dil deewaaana…
Hotha hai pyaar kya? Kisne jaana??????????
Thursday, November 11, 2010
The Countdown has started….
You never know what you missed until you experience it. (Old)
And you never know how you would be suffering, until you experience it. (New)
For so many days, I have wanted to go onsite and was waiting for one such opportunity. Now that I have got one and I am here in UK, I don’t want it. Hope my manager does not hear this statement. No, its not because of the work, just that I have started to get home-sick. Yes, within two days of staying away from my family. And to think that I have to manage for another 5.5 weeks, God save me.
Since it has already been established many times that I am a sentimental idiot, why, why, why did I think that I can manage without my family for 6 weeks? And why Sri, Why did u let me come here?? Why didn’t you stop me from going? It should have been like he got back his bachelorhood without his wife around for so many days. It must have been too good to resist, and that’s why he said OK. I know it was all my choice and I am using the ‘Blame him for everything’ strategy again, but that’s OK. After all, being his wife, I do have that liberty, don’t I? And I don’t even want to come near the kids section. They are being wonderfully nice and managing beautifully without me. How I wish that I had such maturity. My MIL was right in saying “Ur daughters will behave well. See to that, you don’t come back crying, half-way through your trip.” It seems like her words might come true any day.
All I have been thinking ever since landing here is “What made me think that I have the will power to stay away from my family for so long?” I agree that six weeks seemed like a short duration when I was in India. But now, oh God, time is just not at all passing. Every night, when going to sleep, I just count the days passed, and not even a single week has passed since I came here. Its again like my courtship days, when we were doing the countdown for the marriage day. Dear, the countdown has started again.
38 days to go…..
(Oh God, please help me)
And you never know how you would be suffering, until you experience it. (New)
For so many days, I have wanted to go onsite and was waiting for one such opportunity. Now that I have got one and I am here in UK, I don’t want it. Hope my manager does not hear this statement. No, its not because of the work, just that I have started to get home-sick. Yes, within two days of staying away from my family. And to think that I have to manage for another 5.5 weeks, God save me.
Since it has already been established many times that I am a sentimental idiot, why, why, why did I think that I can manage without my family for 6 weeks? And why Sri, Why did u let me come here?? Why didn’t you stop me from going? It should have been like he got back his bachelorhood without his wife around for so many days. It must have been too good to resist, and that’s why he said OK. I know it was all my choice and I am using the ‘Blame him for everything’ strategy again, but that’s OK. After all, being his wife, I do have that liberty, don’t I? And I don’t even want to come near the kids section. They are being wonderfully nice and managing beautifully without me. How I wish that I had such maturity. My MIL was right in saying “Ur daughters will behave well. See to that, you don’t come back crying, half-way through your trip.” It seems like her words might come true any day.
All I have been thinking ever since landing here is “What made me think that I have the will power to stay away from my family for so long?” I agree that six weeks seemed like a short duration when I was in India. But now, oh God, time is just not at all passing. Every night, when going to sleep, I just count the days passed, and not even a single week has passed since I came here. Its again like my courtship days, when we were doing the countdown for the marriage day. Dear, the countdown has started again.
38 days to go…..
(Oh God, please help me)
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Letter to hubby...
Since it is now confirmed that I am moving out of the country officially for the next 45 days or so, I would like to tell you a few things to keep in mind.
1. Please, please spend some time with our girls. Whether it is Smruthi who wants to show you her homework or it is Swathi who wants you to pick her up, please listen to them. The TV and the newspaper can wait. Our daughters are more important than all the news in the world. I am leaving it up to you to make sure that they don’t feel bad when I am out of town.
2. Unlike Smruthi, Swathi likes to brush her teeth when she gets up in the morning. The moment she wakes up, she would point to the bathroom. Take her there and she will let you know where her paste and brush is. Remember, she will NOT let you rinse her mouth until she sees her brush is loaded with the paste. So, first put the paste in her brush and only then, she will let you rinse her mouth. Don’t let this habit die because you get up late, or because it is late for Smruthi, or whatever the reason is.
3. As to Smruthi, well, nothing can be predicted about her. Leave her in her own way, and she will be alright.
4. Control your temper in the household. Remember, I will not be around to say Sri, Sri….. everytime your temper starts rising.
5. Hope you don’t do the “En pondaatti ooorrruukkkuu poitaaaaaaaaa” act in the Airport. If I ever come to know that you have done it, remember your fate is in my hands. I will be back to Chennai in a few days, so its just a matter of time.
More updates will follow as and when I remember. For now, all I can say is “U will definitely be missed.”
1. Please, please spend some time with our girls. Whether it is Smruthi who wants to show you her homework or it is Swathi who wants you to pick her up, please listen to them. The TV and the newspaper can wait. Our daughters are more important than all the news in the world. I am leaving it up to you to make sure that they don’t feel bad when I am out of town.
2. Unlike Smruthi, Swathi likes to brush her teeth when she gets up in the morning. The moment she wakes up, she would point to the bathroom. Take her there and she will let you know where her paste and brush is. Remember, she will NOT let you rinse her mouth until she sees her brush is loaded with the paste. So, first put the paste in her brush and only then, she will let you rinse her mouth. Don’t let this habit die because you get up late, or because it is late for Smruthi, or whatever the reason is.
3. As to Smruthi, well, nothing can be predicted about her. Leave her in her own way, and she will be alright.
4. Control your temper in the household. Remember, I will not be around to say Sri, Sri….. everytime your temper starts rising.
5. Hope you don’t do the “En pondaatti ooorrruukkkuu poitaaaaaaaaa” act in the Airport. If I ever come to know that you have done it, remember your fate is in my hands. I will be back to Chennai in a few days, so its just a matter of time.
More updates will follow as and when I remember. For now, all I can say is “U will definitely be missed.”
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Kann vizhithu soppanam kanden…
For one of my team-mate, marriage has been arranged and fixed. Like how mine was before 5 years. And he has got a nice 5 months time before marriage. Like how we had. And needless to say, he is constantly on the phone, like how we were. So, here I go, back to my flashbacks, day dreaming about those lovely, ever-green days and torturing hubby everyday (for the past one week) talking to him about those days. Till date, he is patient enough to listen to me and say ‘mmm’ and ‘yes’ at all the appropriate places. (Dunno, how long this patience will last though!!!!!)
Soon after the official match-fixing was made, I mean the ‘pen paarkum padalam’, I still remember how I was waiting for my supposed-to-be-fiance to ask me out for a date. The expected phone call from him never came. How much dumber can a man get? Does he expect me, the girl to call him first and ask him out for a date? What if my whole idea backfires and they think me cheap? So, I waited, hoping that some day he would call me, at least once before marriage. And all in vain for one week. Finally, when I lost my patience and was about to call him, he luckily called me and saved me from embarrassment. Unable to control myself, I, like a stupid idiot, asked him why it took him ONE WEEK to call his fiancée. And the answer I got??? “I fell sick the day I saw you.” What a romantic beginning!!!!!!!!
But, that was just the beginning, and there was no stopping us after that. Not a single day went without each other talking over the phone till the battery went dead. Not a single weekend was wasted. Not a single movie released in town went unseen. Not a single restaurant was left. And not a single sundal-boy was missed in the beach. The special ringtone for that special call, the sweet nothings, the wait for Gud morning and Gud nite SMSs, the continuing sms even after the gud nite sms, the shopping sprees, the wait to see each other, the countdown for marriage, each and every minute was enjoyed and looked forward to. Even the teasing from friends and relatives seemed enjoyable. No matter how much enjoyable and romantic the marriage life is, nothing can ever replace this golden period. Even after 50 years of a happy married life, the memory of these courtship days is what will keep the marriage young and fresh, throughout life.
Love…brings a smile in our face when we wake up in the morning, a reason to get up, (inspite of only a few hours of sleep). Love makes life worth living for. Love makes life more beautiful.
Fall in love. Live Life King Size.
Soon after the official match-fixing was made, I mean the ‘pen paarkum padalam’, I still remember how I was waiting for my supposed-to-be-fiance to ask me out for a date. The expected phone call from him never came. How much dumber can a man get? Does he expect me, the girl to call him first and ask him out for a date? What if my whole idea backfires and they think me cheap? So, I waited, hoping that some day he would call me, at least once before marriage. And all in vain for one week. Finally, when I lost my patience and was about to call him, he luckily called me and saved me from embarrassment. Unable to control myself, I, like a stupid idiot, asked him why it took him ONE WEEK to call his fiancée. And the answer I got??? “I fell sick the day I saw you.” What a romantic beginning!!!!!!!!
But, that was just the beginning, and there was no stopping us after that. Not a single day went without each other talking over the phone till the battery went dead. Not a single weekend was wasted. Not a single movie released in town went unseen. Not a single restaurant was left. And not a single sundal-boy was missed in the beach. The special ringtone for that special call, the sweet nothings, the wait for Gud morning and Gud nite SMSs, the continuing sms even after the gud nite sms, the shopping sprees, the wait to see each other, the countdown for marriage, each and every minute was enjoyed and looked forward to. Even the teasing from friends and relatives seemed enjoyable. No matter how much enjoyable and romantic the marriage life is, nothing can ever replace this golden period. Even after 50 years of a happy married life, the memory of these courtship days is what will keep the marriage young and fresh, throughout life.
Love…brings a smile in our face when we wake up in the morning, a reason to get up, (inspite of only a few hours of sleep). Love makes life worth living for. Love makes life more beautiful.
Fall in love. Live Life King Size.
Monday, September 6, 2010
5 reasons...
Dear Mr.kg3,
Its our fifth anniversary…Can you believe this? FIVE GOLDEN YEARS… And you have given me all reasons to be a proud and happy wife of yours. Here are the first five reasons why I love you…
1. I can be myself to you. I need not think twice before talking to you.I can be stupid, oversmart, cry baby, act intelligent, be a dumbo,whatever…and you don’t mind.
2. More than a loving husband, you are a wonderful father to my daughters.I saw you glow with pride when Smruthi showed you the medal she won for her running race, and when they stay away from us , you miss them more than you have ever missed me. I know it though you don’t show it.
3. Inspite of me pestering you to buy me gifts and surprises, you never take pains to do any of that. You just say “I love you” when I least expect it and that is worth all the gifts and surprises in this world.
4. I don’t know if you even remember, but once before our marriage, in our favourite beach, you held my hand and said that you will take care of me like a princess “Unna raani maadhiri vechu kaapathuven”, and you have lived up to that, atleast till now.
5. Dude…I don’t need a reason to love you. Even if I don’t have any of the above reasons, I will still love you, as always….
“Love is not because of something….its inspite of everything…”
Happy Anniversary to us….
Its our fifth anniversary…Can you believe this? FIVE GOLDEN YEARS… And you have given me all reasons to be a proud and happy wife of yours. Here are the first five reasons why I love you…
1. I can be myself to you. I need not think twice before talking to you.I can be stupid, oversmart, cry baby, act intelligent, be a dumbo,whatever…and you don’t mind.
2. More than a loving husband, you are a wonderful father to my daughters.I saw you glow with pride when Smruthi showed you the medal she won for her running race, and when they stay away from us , you miss them more than you have ever missed me. I know it though you don’t show it.
3. Inspite of me pestering you to buy me gifts and surprises, you never take pains to do any of that. You just say “I love you” when I least expect it and that is worth all the gifts and surprises in this world.
4. I don’t know if you even remember, but once before our marriage, in our favourite beach, you held my hand and said that you will take care of me like a princess “Unna raani maadhiri vechu kaapathuven”, and you have lived up to that, atleast till now.
5. Dude…I don’t need a reason to love you. Even if I don’t have any of the above reasons, I will still love you, as always….
“Love is not because of something….its inspite of everything…”
Happy Anniversary to us….
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Thaana...thom..thanana...Thaana..thom..thanana...
I fall in love with a song even if it remotely says something about love. Such an idiot I am. Ok..Ok..Having established that fact, lets move on to the next fact. Whenever I hear such a song, there will definitely be atleast a single line in the song which will impress me. (Even if the so-called love song is a huge flop.) And having been impressed by that line, what do I do next?? Go back to my flash-back scenes - yes, I am talking about the good-old kadalai-potta days between me and my hubby, recalling any particular incident. That incident would have been the main reason why I got impressed by that line.
Now, why am I like this today?? Because I heard one such song today and NO...this song is not some such stupid not-so-good song. Everything about this song is so good....right from the lyrics, to the singers, to the music....I have not seen the song yet. So, I cannot comment on that part. I am talking about the song "Pookal Pookum.." song from the movie Madarasapattinam. OH MY GOD!!!!! So good...so romaaannntiiic, so melodious....that I was not at all in a mood to work today. I was sort of even addicted to this song, that the moment my PM was out of sight, i popped the head-phones to hear this song.
There was this particular line "Netru varai naeram poga villaye...unadharuge...naeram podhavillaye...." aiyooooo kadavule....such a beautiful line...and my darling hubby knows (hopefully) why i am impressed by this line....and there was this one more line "Netru thevai illai...Naalai thevai illai...indru indha nodi podhumee....", impressed again for the same reason.
Here are the lyrics for the song. Dedicated to the most special person of my life......
Pookkal pookkum - Madarasa pattinam song lyrics
Pookkal pookkum tharunam aaruyirey paarthadhaarum illaye
Ularum kaalai pozhudhai muzhumadhiyum pirindhu povadhillaye
Netruvarai naeram pogavillaye...unadharugey neram podhavillaye..
Edhuvum pesavillaye...indru eno...edhuvum thoandravillaye idhu ennavo..
Iravum vidiyavillaiye, adhu vidindhaal...pagalum mudiyavillaiye...poondhalirey…
O… O… O…
O… O… O…
Vaarththai thevaiyillai vaazhum kaalamvarai paavai paarvai mozhi pesumae
Naetru thevaiyillai naalai thevaiyillai indru indha nodi podhumey
Ver indri vidhaiyindri vin thoovum mazhaiyindri
idhu enna ivan thoattam pooppookkudhey
Vaal indri por indri valikindra yutham indri
idhu enna ivan ambu enai velludhey
Idhayam muzhudhum irukkum indha thayakkam nenjikkullum irukkum
Idhaiyariya engu kidaikkum vilakkam adhu kidaithaal sollavendum enakkum
Poondhalirey…..
Endha megamidhu endhan vaasal vandhu engum eera mazhai thoovudhey
Enna uravu idhu edhuvum puriyavillai endraboadhum idhu nee enben
Yaar endru ariyaamal perkkooda theriyaamal
ivanodu oru sondham uruvaanathen
Yenendru ketkaamal thaduthaalum nirkkaamal
ivan poagum vazhiyengum manam poagudhey
Paadhai mudindha piragum indha ulagil payanam mudivadhillaiye
Kaatril parandhey paravai maraindha piragum
Ilai thoadangum nadanam mudivadhillaiye
Idhu edhuvo……
Thaana thom thanana, Thaana thom thanana
Thaana thom thanana thaananey nananaa
Thaana thom thanana, Thaana thom thanana
Thaana thom thanana thaananey nananaa
Now, why am I like this today?? Because I heard one such song today and NO...this song is not some such stupid not-so-good song. Everything about this song is so good....right from the lyrics, to the singers, to the music....I have not seen the song yet. So, I cannot comment on that part. I am talking about the song "Pookal Pookum.." song from the movie Madarasapattinam. OH MY GOD!!!!! So good...so romaaannntiiic, so melodious....that I was not at all in a mood to work today. I was sort of even addicted to this song, that the moment my PM was out of sight, i popped the head-phones to hear this song.
There was this particular line "Netru varai naeram poga villaye...unadharuge...naeram podhavillaye...." aiyooooo kadavule....such a beautiful line...and my darling hubby knows (hopefully) why i am impressed by this line....and there was this one more line "Netru thevai illai...Naalai thevai illai...indru indha nodi podhumee....", impressed again for the same reason.
Here are the lyrics for the song. Dedicated to the most special person of my life......
Pookkal pookkum - Madarasa pattinam song lyrics
Pookkal pookkum tharunam aaruyirey paarthadhaarum illaye
Ularum kaalai pozhudhai muzhumadhiyum pirindhu povadhillaye
Netruvarai naeram pogavillaye...unadharugey neram podhavillaye..
Edhuvum pesavillaye...indru eno...edhuvum thoandravillaye idhu ennavo..
Iravum vidiyavillaiye, adhu vidindhaal...pagalum mudiyavillaiye...poondhalirey…
O… O… O…
O… O… O…
Vaarththai thevaiyillai vaazhum kaalamvarai paavai paarvai mozhi pesumae
Naetru thevaiyillai naalai thevaiyillai indru indha nodi podhumey
Ver indri vidhaiyindri vin thoovum mazhaiyindri
idhu enna ivan thoattam pooppookkudhey
Vaal indri por indri valikindra yutham indri
idhu enna ivan ambu enai velludhey
Idhayam muzhudhum irukkum indha thayakkam nenjikkullum irukkum
Idhaiyariya engu kidaikkum vilakkam adhu kidaithaal sollavendum enakkum
Poondhalirey…..
Endha megamidhu endhan vaasal vandhu engum eera mazhai thoovudhey
Enna uravu idhu edhuvum puriyavillai endraboadhum idhu nee enben
Yaar endru ariyaamal perkkooda theriyaamal
ivanodu oru sondham uruvaanathen
Yenendru ketkaamal thaduthaalum nirkkaamal
ivan poagum vazhiyengum manam poagudhey
Paadhai mudindha piragum indha ulagil payanam mudivadhillaiye
Kaatril parandhey paravai maraindha piragum
Ilai thoadangum nadanam mudivadhillaiye
Idhu edhuvo……
Thaana thom thanana, Thaana thom thanana
Thaana thom thanana thaananey nananaa
Thaana thom thanana, Thaana thom thanana
Thaana thom thanana thaananey nananaa
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Dear hubby
I am writing this because, I wanted to thank you for something which you did yesterday. When I lost my job yesterday and informed you after coming home, you were neither disturbed nor worried about this. You told me that it didn’t matter much to you. You told me that I am capable of getting a better job anytime and that is the reason why you were not worried. Do you know how much this confidence means to me? You also told me that even if don’t get a job, I can be a home-maker as per my wish anytime, and you trusted me enough that I will be able to manage financially too. Thanks for that.
When I got this news yesterday and when I informed my colleagues, almost everyone appreciated me at how well I handled the situation. Even when the news came as a sudden shock, I didn’t react and I took the news very boldly. That’s what they said. But you know, how much ever I project myself as bold and confident to others, I can be myself to you. That is why I cried the moment I saw you. I knew very well that you will not think me crazy or over-reacting, when I express myself to you.
You always give me advice when I need one most. In other times, when I feel let down, you just lend me your shoulder to cry on and that is all I have ever wanted. Love you Sri. Be there for me in both good times and bad – Always.
Love,
Ur one and only wife.
When I got this news yesterday and when I informed my colleagues, almost everyone appreciated me at how well I handled the situation. Even when the news came as a sudden shock, I didn’t react and I took the news very boldly. That’s what they said. But you know, how much ever I project myself as bold and confident to others, I can be myself to you. That is why I cried the moment I saw you. I knew very well that you will not think me crazy or over-reacting, when I express myself to you.
You always give me advice when I need one most. In other times, when I feel let down, you just lend me your shoulder to cry on and that is all I have ever wanted. Love you Sri. Be there for me in both good times and bad – Always.
Love,
Ur one and only wife.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Happy Ponnu Paatha Day!!!
Congratulations sweetheart….it was on this day five years before that we first met…I am so lucky to get you as my wife…..Here’s ur gift…..
Naan kaanbadhu enna kanava…illa nanava…..I pinch myself and OUCH…..kanavu dhan….
My dream is disturbed and I wake up to find my darling still sound asleep. Some choice words come to my thought, but I refrain myself from saying them to him, since this is supposed to be a special day. Having known him for five years, I don’t expect anything and I continue my routine. (For those of you who continue reading thinking that there IS some surprise gift for me…..pls don’t. There is absolutely nothing at all and that is the reason why this blog is written in the first place)
Every year for the past five years, I try to control myself from asking him “You know what day today is?”, but No, I simply can’t. I never learn – do I? The moment I ask this question, only the moment I ask this question, he remembers. (Thank God, he remembers atleast then…) He has a readymade excuse– “I was just checking whether u remember” – as if he remembered. He knows to hell that I will not forget even the teeny meeny things which we spoke before marriage – let alone these dates.
Y are guys like this?? I don’t understand. I simply don’t understand. It beats me how my husband loves to get surprises from me, but it just doesn’t strike him to give me one is something beyond my understanding. And then there is the very fact that I TELL him that I too love suprises every time I give him his gift. Poor me!
There are times when I get most irritated and I feel like not giving him any gift – (leave out surprises), but always in the last minute, I go and buy something for him. Why? Simple. I love him. To hell with this love. I can’t even maintain my resolution. But, even he loves me. Then why? It was all so romantic when the first time he answered “I myself am a big gift for you, then y another gift?”, but every year…same dialogue – man! Give me a break. I NEED A SURPRISE. There! I’ve said it aloud. At least change the dialogue and say something romantic.
How did I – who live for surprises land up with someone like this from the opposite pole? Opposite poles attract – they say, and of course we are attracted to each other…but darling, don’t u think it would be even more attractive if there are some surprises?
PS: Dear….surprise or no surprise…gifts or no gifts…I will always love u…and I am very very glad that this day happened in my life five years ago….Happy ponnu paatha day!
PPS: But I will still never say no to a belated gift either…so plan something fast so that I can post my next blog. Love u always.
Naan kaanbadhu enna kanava…illa nanava…..I pinch myself and OUCH…..kanavu dhan….
My dream is disturbed and I wake up to find my darling still sound asleep. Some choice words come to my thought, but I refrain myself from saying them to him, since this is supposed to be a special day. Having known him for five years, I don’t expect anything and I continue my routine. (For those of you who continue reading thinking that there IS some surprise gift for me…..pls don’t. There is absolutely nothing at all and that is the reason why this blog is written in the first place)
Every year for the past five years, I try to control myself from asking him “You know what day today is?”, but No, I simply can’t. I never learn – do I? The moment I ask this question, only the moment I ask this question, he remembers. (Thank God, he remembers atleast then…) He has a readymade excuse– “I was just checking whether u remember” – as if he remembered. He knows to hell that I will not forget even the teeny meeny things which we spoke before marriage – let alone these dates.
Y are guys like this?? I don’t understand. I simply don’t understand. It beats me how my husband loves to get surprises from me, but it just doesn’t strike him to give me one is something beyond my understanding. And then there is the very fact that I TELL him that I too love suprises every time I give him his gift. Poor me!
There are times when I get most irritated and I feel like not giving him any gift – (leave out surprises), but always in the last minute, I go and buy something for him. Why? Simple. I love him. To hell with this love. I can’t even maintain my resolution. But, even he loves me. Then why? It was all so romantic when the first time he answered “I myself am a big gift for you, then y another gift?”, but every year…same dialogue – man! Give me a break. I NEED A SURPRISE. There! I’ve said it aloud. At least change the dialogue and say something romantic.
How did I – who live for surprises land up with someone like this from the opposite pole? Opposite poles attract – they say, and of course we are attracted to each other…but darling, don’t u think it would be even more attractive if there are some surprises?
PS: Dear….surprise or no surprise…gifts or no gifts…I will always love u…and I am very very glad that this day happened in my life five years ago….Happy ponnu paatha day!
PPS: But I will still never say no to a belated gift either…so plan something fast so that I can post my next blog. Love u always.
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