தொடக்கம்!

For a long time, i have been staying away from blogging. However i have finally managed the temptation (by yielding to it) and thats why this blog. I am better talking; I am not a reader either. I believe in doing things (many times all by myself), than talking about it. But there is fun in doing something when provoked! I get provoked when people say "You cant do it". I never get judgmental to see if reacting to such a provocation is a weakness or a strength. I just enjoy doing it and yeah, there is a pleasure in doing such things.I feel provoked when people say i dont have the patience to blog; hence trying my hand (keyboard) in blogging! When i was wondering what should i blog about, came Thiruvalluvar to my rescue (Remember Kamal saying - White beard, mylapore man, near sanskrit college). ஆதி பகவன் முதற்றே உலகு! 

My first superhero!

My dad is a sales man by profession, a very blessed soul! We would have heard that there are a lot of things with a very thin line of difference - ignorance and innocence is one - My dad taught me that! I feel he is blessed, because i feel that on many occasions, God exempted him from taxing his ignorance and on other occasions he is so innocent that he does not even realise that he is paying for one! I remember that he bought a kurta for my third year birthday (thats the earliest that i could remember), he would lend his accelerator of his moped on the beach road and make me feel that i am riding it (he would tell my pillion அம்மா "see he is driving" - Priceless, Visa guys should advertise!), occasional masala dosa from Hotel Ganesh bhavan, Arun ice creams plastic balls, plum cakes, dress materials, cricket balls and bats and caps! He would know everything out on the road - taught me traffic signals, routes, trains, platform tickets, rockfort express, central and egmore, Looking up on a railway timetable, connecting trains, packing, suitcases, kit bags, towels - you should get the drift - i told you he was a salesman! I remember that he bought me a wrist watch spending his entire quarterly incentive. As soon as he gave me, i put it down and it broke - he smiled and said "its alright, i will get you another one!". He followed every sport - cricket, football and tennis - he taught me LBW and offside! I remember he hit me once for annoying him and started crying (child-like) afterwards. Friends do you remember your PT period in primary school - post lunch, perhaps the last period for the day, you are asked to take your bags and come to the ground, you just run with a feeling of infinite happiness! One such day, i too ran with my class on to the ground, the PT master used his whistle wrist wrap on a bunch of students to restore sanity. I too took a blow (if you could call it so) on the arm. When i went back home, my dad saw this 3 mm red mark on my arm. He took me immediately back to school and started fighting with the PT master in front of the principal for the "grave" punishment (of course i was worried about the next PT period)! Adolescent years - I started drifting away from him (as is every boy). He would pick me up from school at 2.45 PM to ensure that i dont miss an over or two in a day-night cricket match (the match would start at 2.30 PM and i would be constipating till the school bell rings) - only he understands how much it means to me! AR.Rahman came into my life, he bought me a tape recorder and the cassette of the movie "genteman" - that would have run a million times! Slowly, the natural process of growing up, engulfed my expression of intimacy towards him (intimacy intact). Neither he nor I realised that he did not worry about him, his health or his finances. For many of us, who hurry to grow up and long to be a child back again - My dad never has this problem! When he sees this blog, he would want to share this with his friends and colleagues and say that "My son has written this!". Perhaps he would not even read this in full nor would be able to empathise my emotion!

அம்மா!

Somehow i feel more comfortable typing it in tamil, cant explain why.  While my dad gave me the games, அம்மா made the rules. Dad bought me cricket balls, அம்மா would say when to play! Dad bought me icecreams, அம்மா would decide when to eat it! Remember that wrist watch story - as soon as i put it down, அம்மா- முதுகு - பட்டார்ர்ர்! Her biological clock has never failed. Never once in my 14 years of schooling, have i gone late to school, forgotten to take my notebooks, geometry box, map drawing notebooks, colour sketch pens, wore the wrong "black" shoe on a PT period day, homework, used a foul word, went below the first 5 ranks in my class. Perfection is synonymous with அம்மா! SHE NEVER TIRES, NEVER FAILS, NEVER FALTERS (பண்புத்தொகை)! I cant escape without providing details to her - She would always ask the right questions (to make my responses limited) - Did the science teacher ask about your bad handwriting? Did you submit your holiday homework? How much did Madhavan score in Social science? For her GOD is in the details! She just created a system inside and around me where i simply CANNOT go wrong - SOX compliant! While my dad did not care about his finances, she did. She would know how to manage every single expenditure. She ensured that none of our middle class woes affected me. She quit her job to take care of me (when i was born) and rejoined office after a break of 14 years, battled and toiled her middle age physiological issues, to take care of our finances. She just filled me with an indomitable spirit of "never say die"! அம்மா is more than a word, i would say its more than an emotion, its more than anything perceived and not perceived till date !

First take!

This blog is to thank them in this form - THANKS! I celebrate my parents everyday!

As you would have realised, its not just about me and my parents in this blog, its nostalgia, childhood memories and its your parents as well - may be the details could be different - the thrust is the same. When you are running a temperature and lie in your mother's lap, you feel protected as if you are inside her womb. That feeling out-emotes your sickness. Try to bring a smile on their face everytime - there is no better accomplishment than that!

What do you expect in my blogs?

Anything!

Warning: My blogs may have அழுத்தமான experiences / values / sharings. It would be written in english predominanty (தமிழ் போன்ற​ பிறமொழி கலப்பு இருக்கலாம் :) )

Looking forward to my next blog! (well there should atleast be one person to look forward to...........)

Prashanth