Amma

“Take my saris,” you plead,

“I no longer wear these.”

But I always refuse.

Of Slippers, Rings, And Other Such Trinkets

The philosopher Blaise Pascal once remarked, “Cleopatra’s nose, had it been shorter, the whole face of the world would have been changed.” Something tells me it wasn’t just the nose that would have changed the history of the world. A nose ring perhaps.

Just take a gander through history and literature and look at the havoc created by the various accessories women use to adorn themselves. Maybe it wasn’t havoc all the time, but you have to admit that the various trinkets women wear have played significant roles in many tales.

അങ്ങനെയൊരു ‘ഉത്രാട’പ്പാച്ചിൽ

Picture Courtesy: Rishikesh Damodhar

തിരുവോണത്തിന്റെ തലേന്ന് ഉത്രാടമെങ്കിൽ, ഓണപ്പരിപാടിയുടെ തലേന്നും ഉത്രാടമല്ലേ – by extension? എന്തായാലും പാച്ചിലിനൊരു കുറവും ഇല്ല. 

How to Make Momos / Dumplings / Potstickers- that come in a Box, from a Freezer – in 42 Steps

Sometimes you’ve got that craving you’ve just got to take care of. And sometimes you’ve got to resort to those frozen thingamajigs. But who said it was just, shove ’em in the microwave and zap’em?

The Yogic Way

I do have my moments. Moments when the health bug bites me and I am off on a bout of healthy lifestyles, long walks and slimming diets. The one who suffers the most for the latter is of course my long-suffering husband who has by now been forced through every diet fad, from the Atkins to the Flexitarian. The logic behind it is simple, based upon a promise he made to me at some weak moment about eighteen twenty one years ago – that he would stick with me through thick and thin. Here I am trying to get thin. And I firmly believe that he needs to be with me. I am just trying to save him from breaking his word. Plus, the unwritten law that holds marriages together decrees that if I suffer, he does too.

You Are Your Mother…Like It Or Not!

Reposting an old one I had written a few years back.

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Like a million rebelling teenage girls, I too grew up swearing I would never turn out to be like my mother when it was my turn to be one. Time and Life have a funny way of ganging up on you and springing the most ironic surprises in your face and making your words come back to bite you.

Dr. Indira Surendran – Doctor Without Borders

Dr. Indira Surendran. She was many things to many people, but to me she was the lady who always smiled. I think of her first as my mother’s friend and then as a doctor. She along with her sister, helped one of my sisters through a particularly difficult labor without resorting to a C-Section. She brought into this world quite a few children in my family including my first born, not to speak of the dozens in my extended family.