Aravam

There was a story once told in my family (a family of Telugu people).This is how the story goes and the reason for the story to be told is this.

Me asked my aunt "why do we call Tamil the language,aravam?"

"Let me tell you a story",says atha.

Once upon a time when Rama won the war over Ravana,he was getting back home with his wife and his brother.Now all the monkeys,the vanar saina to be precise wanted to come to ayodhya with Rama.

"we shall follow you wherever you go My lord",they said

While following they made a lot of monkey noise,so Mr.Lakshman(the brother) got angry ( he was short tempered).He told them to shut it and if they did not, he told them he will throw them in the ocean.

They shut it for a while.However,monkey being monkeys, they started to make noise again.This time the brother(lakshman) picked them up and threw them in the ocean.

The monkeys were scared and said "Kshaminchu Laksham,Kshaminchu,Memu Aravam". (meaning = "sorry lakshman we will not shout")

However, most of them landed in the ocean and from there there swam to Lanka saying"take us back Rama memu Aravam".

So we telugu people! say that tamilians shout instead of talking hence we call the language Aravam(the language of the monkeys)


P.S - the Best part i am married into a Tamil family now and I am Aravam :P

what you looking at?

have you ever wondered what does 6-year-old think? like really think when he looks into space.V often wonders about what Aku thinks and has yet to understand it.However i did understand it last night.

I was reading a book and he was getting bored.So,I asked him to read a book too.he took out shubramaya barti ( no offence to the great writer) however Aku pronounces it like that,He got bored of reading that too.So he closes the book and starts to stare at the vast ceiling. I can imagine him staring at it for a long time if there were some super heroes on it or say galaxy stuck to it.

So I wait and turn to his side and look at him.Aku looks at me and goes back to his staring.After about half hour,he finally comes to conclude his theory.Thus he pulls me by my sleeve and says

"deethi my head is aching,i have been trying to think how fan is born? light is born and also how cobweb is born?"
"i asked all of them and waited till now to get an answer".
"they refuse to answer,so Good night and shweeth dremz".

See this is what your 6 years old would be doing when she/he is staring at the ceiling.just ask them and be ready to get a profound answer.

apatiki araku velivastha ( meanings - till then i will go and come back)

to or not to ?

I was talking to a friend about families and the utter nonsense one has to bear with it and she said how her brother-in-law always agrees to what his mother says and how her sister is fuming with that thought.She was like "d,don't you think he should pay my sister some ear to?".I said "true S,he has to".

Now if there one common thing all over the world then it is the beta,son,koduku getting stuck between the mother and the wife.However, did you ever think of the daughter getting stuck between the husband and the father? It is weird is it not that there are not many stories running around that syndrome. Is it cause the daughters and daughter in-laws keep them men happy? is it because when it comes to the word daughter all men stay silent and let them rule? I personally think it is because two men and one woman is much easy then two woman and one man. Also when it comes to gender it also mostly depends on the thinking side of that gender.

For ages MIL and DIL have fought wars
1.I think ,Draupadi was fuming and wanted to throw red mirchi on her MIL when Kunti asked her sons to share the wife.
2.Sita should have been pissed off with Kaikeyi for sending her to forest.

They have also been instances where DIL and MIL lived happily ever after like my MIL and Her MIL.However I think personally that one or the other has to calm down the ego and live with it till she can no longer bear.Now who can it be? you will ask. Well that is the answer I do not have.My amma says that if you are a bigger person then you will calm down.Who will decide who the bigger person is? It is you who have to and has to says my inner voice.Again till when? Till the time you lose your patience says my inner voice.Does this have side effects? asks me.Yes,of course says my inner voice.

Till the side effects start,I shall listen to my inner voice.until then, here comes the veil of patience!

Fav fruits

It all started with summer homework.Why do these teachers even give kid holiday homework?
Holiday = lazy,no homework.play and make merry.

Aku's school has been easy on me,they just wanted my kid to stick pictures of random fruits and vegetables.But,they had to be the ones they like.So,today morning after he got back from his karate and had breakfast and was fresh as a daisy.I sat with him to complete the project

Me - aku look at the chart and tell me 5 of your fav fruits.
Aku was least bothered,he was immersed in pulling out the lid for glue and was examining it with utter curiosity.
Me - aku,stop that and look here.
Aku - stopped it and looked and then ran into he kitchen.came back with another item of enthusiasm, scissors!
Me was contemplating on using them to cut that chart into two.
aku - so deethi ,what were you asking?
Me - tell me 5 of your fav fruits by looking at the chart (mind you all he was doing was pouring glue on the scissors and licking it)
Me give him a thwack and pull the entertainment unit away from him.
aku finally looks at the chart and goes - "strawberry,apricot,musk melon,lichee and apple".
Me - wait you have never tasted 2 out of those 5 and then 4 are rarely eaten and the 5th one is the fruit you hate the most.
aku - you said choose fav and I choose.
Me - but,they have to be fav.
aku was looking at the strawberry gum and with a smug look goes "deethi no one knowns what my fav are"
Me - do you know what your fav fruits are?
aku - potatoes!

Sayng this he got up took a paper cut it with the scissors and stuck it up his arm and was running around screaming "Paper man is here,Paper man is here!"

You know baby!

If my Family ever gets to read my blog,then there are two things they would do.1.Kill me,2.Make sure they double kill me. My Mammaya (mom's brother) family was here last night.They are your typical above income and we are rich family. everything they talk reeks of that statement a lot of times. Here are a few examples.

Me - so which college have decided to join?
Daughter of the rich - some cha-ll-ge( mind you she lived in the USA and that is why the stress on the ou words),all ma frndz are in hastal. cause you know, they gat bad grades you know.....
Me - (with the innocent face) well so that means Nehru got bad grades,he studied in hostel you see.
Daughter - (had no clue what i was saying) so I decided to join V cha-ll-ge,you know the society that comes to that place is below mine.but i decided to join.
Me - arey arey you should have joined Beverly hills 90201 club.do they have on in the collage?
Daughter- was busy calling a friend to check that one!


Me - Atha (aunt) I want to know where we can buy good cakes in Hyderabad?
Aha - (she starts all her sentences with "you know baby") So i repeat. you know baby,we tried all the cake shops in twin cities.I mean we do have bakers in next to us.But,they make indian cakes.
Me- ahem atha we are in india...
Atha - (ignoring my low-class comment) You know baby,when we were in america.I got the bast cakes.I love them all you know.These universal bakery wallas (the best bake in hyd for us old hyderababdis) are too low-class unlike amricaaa.
Me - atha we still in india,
Atha - (ignoring my comment again)So i told my friends that we shall get cakes from america.So if you want good cakes then you have to come and live in my society.You will get good contacts and thy will in turn get you good cakes all the way from amrica.
Me- ( did I even ask?)


More to come laterzzzzzzzzzzzz.

what do u call a conversation? or is this even one?

So here i am 7 months pregnant and staying at amma's house for the so called bed rest. very funny the word "bed rest" is.I keep thinking are they asking me to rest or the bed :P.Anyway back to my staying at amma's.
I amthe kind who loves not to talk when not required.But over the days it is like I m standing outside my self and looking at deepthi maami.how I might ask?even if you dont and here is how....

Me - Pinni (amma's sister) - did u see the watch woman today?
Pinni - no ma I think she has fever.
Me - fever a paada (fever or shit) I think she is on a holiday.
(now pinni is happy with this,which i mean the shit part and goes....)
Pinni - deethi, you know what she did yesterday?
Me - (with big eyes bulging) what? what?
Pinni - she came and asked for a days leave! (now this is certainly a matter of life and death,how can a watchwoman ask for a days leave?)
Me - Nooooooooooooooooooooo,what did you say?
Pinni - I said no,but then I said I will give it only if she cleans the windows and she did.
Me - Pinni you should have asked her to clean the doors too...

seriously is this even a conversation?

I need to get more specific next time.need to talk about the bin boy and figure why he does not collect garbage the same morning and waits till evening....

Brown Grass...

Why do you call me jealous?
Why do you say that I am insecure?
Why do I always have to be understanding?

Jealous is a negative feeling,which i don't have.
Insecure is an emotions that I have long forgotten.
Understanding is what is got me here.

Why am I always thinking?
Why am I never too street smart?
Why do i count on you?

Thinking is what gets me my words.
Smartness is something that I never could learn.
I count you cause you told me to.