My little horse fan

My son is all about horses. He wants to have horse as a pet. He gives me ideas of converting our garage into a barn to have horses there. The other day his teacher tells me that he was waiting near the fence with his friends. When questioned all of them were waiting for his horse to come and pick him up. My son made them all believe that I am buying a horse for him that day and will come in horse to pick him up from school.

The other day we went to a store to pick up some stuff. I told my son that he can get a horse toy. He was all happy and but I was waiting for a long time for him to pick one horse. He had too many criteria to pick a horse. Not so fat and not so thin. A horse with straight legs and standing. It should be a black and white. The head shouldnt be held down. Wow!!! Wow!! At last we settled for a horse which was closer to what he was looking for.

I wish we buy a real horse for him some day. He will be the most happy person.

Maadu meika thaan layakku

The other day we told our son "padikalainna maadu dhaan meikanum". Instead of getting upset about that he was all fascinated about that idea "Lord Krishna did that and so there is nothing wrong in that". Later he went on to his own world "I will have a farm with maadu, pasu maadu and horse. I dont have any problems in cleaning their shit. I will have a huge farm with a tractor. Vegetables and fruits. I will have a big house with barn. I wouldnt have a pig because it stinks." His imagination went on and on. He was really enjoying his imagination. I decided to think before telling him anything.

Mamava bava saagara

The other day my son asked me what does Mamava bava sagara means. I told him i dont know but sagara might mean 'Ocean'. Quick came the response "Why should we put uncle in the ocean?". I couldnt avoid a little smile on my face. Later told him "Mamava" doesnt exactly mean "Uncle". His translation made me smile but made me think as well. I shouldnt give him half baked information going forward.

Kids are kids

Sometimes it makes me wonder how kids' brain work. My son always think that eating more is linked to fatty people. He once asked a neighbour "Why do you eat more? Why do you keep eating?" She was puzzled for a second. I cud easily understand where he was going and asked him to keep quiet. He immediately told me "Amma!!! she is so fat and what is wrong in asking?" I had to pose an embarrasing smile and move on.

On another occasion, he made me feel so embarrased. He went and asked my uncle "Will you die tomorrow?" I was shocked to hear that. He gives an explanation immediately "Amma!! look at his hair it is all gray". Again an embarrasing smile and an apology from my end.

Kids r Kids. no matter what.

Dangerous Popping seedai

I planned to make some seedai for my son and husband but never thot it will turn into a popcorn seedai. I later learnt that seedai has to be dry before frying. One sunday evening I tried my hands on this uppu seedai and vellai seedai mela. My son was watching tv and husband was upstairs playing veena. everything was going fine till i put the seedai into the oil. thatzzit the oil got all angry and started spitting the seedai all over the place.. i switched off the stove and was standing near the kitchen door. Saravedi maadiri seedai was bursting and flying all over the place. My son called it "dangerous snack.. may b it is popcorn". As he rightly said it was popping seedai. When I told this to my mom she said u wud have added more water to that seedai. So next time I will have to try it out properly and make some "friendly seedai".

Oru vadai kudu elephant swamy.

This year pillayaar chathurdhi was celebrated in a grand manner by us. It all started with my the visit to the Indian store the previous day. A sudden nostalgic feeling like I went to India. Full of festive mood.. Pillayaar, flowers, fruits, coconut (mattai thengai),Mango leaves, Banana leaves and beetel leaves. Well I landed up buying everything. I was debating between a bigger pillayaar and a smaller one but bought the smaller one.

I had a clean plan and so went off to sleep and woke up the next morning and started my cooking. I made appam, vadai, payasam, sundal and the special kozhukattai. everything came out well!!

My son was all excited about the Elephant swamy pooja as he calls it. we then decorated the place with maakolam. my son didnt like it and later when it dried he was all happy. our pillayaar thundu was bigger than our pillayaar. it was looking more like a blanket (my son decided that pillayaar is feeling cold and that is why we have porvai for pillayaar). made some poonal with twine thread (last minute make over. have to appreciate our creative thinking).made some panju thiri malaai. put a golden chain for pillayaar.. my son and my husband were dressed in silk dothi and i wore a silk saree.i made a mental decision that i will wear silk sarees for all festivals from now on. creating a chance to wear all those wedding sarees of mine. my husband chanted all the slogams and my son and i were his assistants helping him offer all the flowers to pillayaar.We then offered all the neivedhiyams.

The highlight of the event was when my husband asked my son to pray to Pillayaar and ask him something. My son was sitting right in front of vadai and he was all hungry. He said "oru vadai kudu elephant swamy". Both me and my husband couldnt control our laughter.Sometimes he is a grown up guy but mostly he is my sweet little kundaal.

Jackson's paradox

I have never cared to listen and learn to know more about this guy till after his death. His death was the triggering point for my attention towards him and his songs. A posthumous recognition to him from me. His songs are definitely inspiring. His music knowledge is amazing. Why did he lead such a pathetic life?