..swimming lessons :)

We live in our papa’s ancestral ‘tharavadu’ and we have our own natural pond, kulam, in the backyard..! During the summers the water dries up to the very bottom, right till you can spot the uruva – the source of the water and during monsoon it fills up with amazingly blue water :) .

(anyone is welcome to check out my kulam, drop into my house during monsoon :) )

view from near motorshed.. :)

Front view.. :)

I would hav got a more clearer focused pic, but i saw a snake, so thought better of it..!!

Papa taught us (me and my brother) swimming. I was in LKG when I learned to swim. In the beginning I was out in a tube, with floaters on each hand, and a sari tied up to my middle, with papa holding the other end. He would then move up to the wall’s of the pond, and ask me to swim a small distance between the walls of the pond. Then, I was made to swim the length of the pond. Then I did it without the tube, then without floaters, and finally without the sari. J

I even used to have proper swimsuit back then. I used to adore it, and wore it on every possible time. I don’t remember what happened to it..! (I probably grew out of it, but probably didn't stop wearing it, so I think amma would have done something sinister to that, to stop me from wearing it..!)

I've always loved swimming underwater as opposed to normal swimming. And, what I loved more than swimming was jumping into the water from all sorts of heights, the walls surrounding, the trees on the edge, from above the motor shed, all kinds of places. I was never allowed to be in the pond on my own till I was in my 7^th or so (I really can’t blame my parents for that, children end up dead in ponds!!). My brother always had to be with me. And back when we were kids, that was not really a problem because both of us loved water!! We played games like hiding coins in the water and seeking it(God only knows how many coins we lost!), who can hold the breath the longest underwater, who can dive the longest distance, who can float the longest distance without moving a limb, and finally, who can stand upside down, under water most perfectly.

 He was the one who taught me jumping, basically I would climb up the wall and look down water, get scared, climb down again, gather my courage, get up again, and the cycle followed for almost 2 days. And I used to be sad because, brother had perfected the jump by then and he looked like he loved it. I begged my brother to teach me, so he came up with me on the wall, asked me to take a deep breath and he pushed me into water without warning. I have never stopped jumping into water after that!! :D

No matter how much we fought, we used to be together when asking our parents for swimming permission. Once we were in the pond, we’ll stay there hours long, till finally, amma comes and pulls us out of the water. We stayed in such a long time that when we got out, our eyes were red, and when we looked on to a lighted bulb, we could see rainbow halos. J

Occasionally, we would be joined by our neighbour’s kids or our cousins. Everyone in our locality learned to swim in our kulam. J

It really takes 2-3 days of continuous rain to fill up the pond. There is a chaal , a small channel on the 3^rd step from the top, so that when the water gets excess, it will flow through this channel into the paddy fields behind our land. So our pond never actually flooded. Even now, when the water fills up, I take a dip, but the fun isn’t there anymore( also because there isn’t anyone to look out, I get scared that a snake would show up and you know, I’d have to suffer the consequences :P). May be when I have kids, they get old enough to swim, the fun will come back J

.. a happy day :)

From time immemorial, I've only prayed or taken the God’s name when things get difficult. Difficult has different interpretation at different ages, at 8 it was when I broke the torch, and stacked it away  in the shelf. At 12, it was when I lost yet again another gold earring. At 15, it was when board results announced and I didn't quite make the mark everybody expected I’d get. At 17 it was when I didn't get through the medical entrance (the aftershocks of which I still experience even now, once in every year my mother reminds me that I could have been doing MBBS, when the fact is that I've completed my B.tech, and that was done really well too). And now, well it defines a whole new set of things..!!

I started writing personal diary a long time back, almost into my 10^th standard. I took up all those diaries and read through it, and what I realized was that all the days I've written something were the sad days. Even then I used to overdo stuff.. the tear stains through the spread ink was very much visible. So, in short, anyone going through my personal diary (like when I end up dead/famous, and the world/nosy kids/grandkids wanted to know the thoughts in the little prodigy me) all they are gonna end up with will be a detailed version of whining me, saying how unfair my life is, how partial my parents are to my brother, how high school musical is never even close to my high school experience, and a detailed description of how my life would have been, had I been born as a princess(I used to, and still have a very vivid imagination..!!).

There was not a single happy day recorded.

But I had plenty of those days. Between my two types of hormones, crappy people, and mind numbing assignments, I have had some of the awesomest days ever. It’s just that I never wrote down anything when I am happy. I don’t need God or my diary when I am happy (that’s a blasphemous thought, but I do not mean it like that.. I do need God when I am happy, I just tend to forget that a bit). So, I am writing this post, to remind me that I had plenty of happy days, and I’m most grateful for all of those.

And, now again I’m happy, because I had a good talking session with another kindred spirit (I fell in love with the word “kindred spirit” after reading Anne Of Green Gables) , someone other than my friend actually read and commented on one of my post, and it didn't rain a single drop today(I love rain, but week-long rain leaves all the clothes damp and hard to dry).

So, that’s it. I am happy. And every single time I come across this post, I will be happy again. J

Things that make me happy:-

1. Good book

2. Good films

3. Good food

4. Travelling

5. Good talking session with my friends

6. Hot maggi and tea on a rainy evening

7. Being home alone

8. Getting control of tv remote

9. High balance on phone+ net offer+ message offer

10. New shoes

11. New clothes, and

12. Black diamond ring ;)

See, I’m a simple person J :P

..hunting lessons :P

Its depressing

The never ending hunt for grooms. Its depressing because I haven’t yet viewed a profile that screams “marry me, I am the one for you.”  I thought it will be fun, but after going through numerous profiles I realised why people go for love marriages. There is no fun people. Everyone is so serious, and over age. I’m 22 when I am writing this, and every single interest/ proposal I’ve got so far is 27-28. Looks like rest of the folks decided to find themselves brides without the aid of matrimony site.

And, what I cannot understand is my father’s need to get me hitched off this fast!

Yes, my horoscope says that I have to be married before 24, or wait after 30 (yes we believe in that stuff..!), above that, mine is a sudhajathakam, something difficult to find, and if found difficult to match (discovered dashasanthi recently.. :P), and adding to it even thinking about living off with a complete stranger, doesn't look glamorous at all. Nope, not anymore.

When I was a kid, I used to love marriages, loads of people, loads of goodies, and loads of fanfare. Cousins ragging the to be bride/groom, meaningful looks (none understood then, but now, its a different story :P) passed around, snide comments, general happiness around. And I've had cliched images built up even then in my mind about the marriage(aided by the films and serials mainly), and I couldn't wait to grow up and get married!!

But I didn't expect this sense of insecurity. Its even scary. Every parent is looking for a good homely girl to complete their son’ s life. No one wants a fun loving, slightly eccentric, highly emotional, overly sensitive, in short, a real person for their son. Not that my profile exhibits these characteristics, my profile is ideal one. Any unsuspecting parent will certainly love it, NO, I’m not being fake. I can adjust, trust me I can adjust well enough. It will like killing off existing me, and replacing an impeccable daughter-in-law.

But, I do not want that. Is it too much to ask, to continue like I am now, carefree, talkative, reacting little girl of the family. Couldn’t growing up wait a little more..??? We hear amazing stories about fantastic couples who came together through arranged marriages, all I am asking for is a fairytale, can I get one..?? L