“Under the darkening blanket of the evening sky,
And borrowing light from the vehicles passing by,
I spotted a cluster of trees
Bearing fruits of a strange appearance
But wait; upon closer look I saw that they weren’t fruits
But hundreds and hundreds of egrets
Tired from feeding in the fields
Sitting still as the skies
Interrupted only by a sudden squawk of [...]
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A journey through time
Posted in Nature, Thoughton's column, Uncategorized, tagged childhood, Chennai, coimbatore, Cochin, Che Guevera, Nostalgia, Travel, Trains, The big temple, Machu Pichu on December 14, 2009 | 1 Comment »
A day in the life of Chennai city
Posted in Thoughton's column, Uncategorized, tagged Chennai, kapaleeshwar kovil, krishnamurthy foundation, mylapore, sandy's chocolate laboratory, Sanjeevanam on November 21, 2009 | 1 Comment »
So when a day as yellow and cheery as that calls out after almost a week of weeping from the skies above, you listen to that call and set out to face the sunshine.
If an opportunity to step out doesn’t come knocking at your door, you find an excuse, create a situation, convince/tempt/bribe/threaten a friend [...]
cleanin up
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged cleaning up the shelf, writing on on November 1, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Blogs are like shelves. Clothes shelves to be precise. If you do not promise to yourself to check on it everyday, you are bound to get avalanched in a huge ball of mess every time you open it. So then, the next best thing to do, if you can’t devote time for it everyday would [...]
‘Whatever’ art for the whatever soul
Posted in Thoughton's column, Uncategorized, tagged art, header image art, squiggly art on July 10, 2009 | 6 Comments »
Caption courtesy the ‘chicken soup’ series of books.
This is not really a post, but more of a clarification to Miss Damsel’s question, “Whats that thingy up on the header?”
well my dear Damsel, that is Thoughton’s work of wonder! Its what happens when kids from small towns go to the big cities, get screwed up in [...]
Thoughton’s corner in the house…
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged My corner, summershine through the window, sunlit curtains on July 3, 2009 | 8 Comments »
….where he drags me to lie down and read when the summershine peeps in, and listen to the sound of music and sleep when it rains…. Today we are reading Rashmi Bansal’s “Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish”….
Chennai ‘pattinam’ summer shots- ‘Madhavi amma’
Posted in Shutter flutter, Uncategorized, tagged blue skies, Chennai, nanny, summer sky in chennai on June 25, 2009 | 7 Comments »
‘Madhavi amma’, mispronounced and later christened by the kids as ‘Madhyamma’, died when I was in 10th std. She was the great nanny of the ‘Chengalam’ house, my ancestral home. She took care of my mom and her sisters when they were kids, and then became a nanny to me and my cousin sisters [...]
The ‘Sage’ tree, ‘Pavizhamalli’ and an ‘Om’ howling dog
Posted in Thoughton's column, Uncategorized, tagged Family, home, Om, Palghat, pavizhamalli on March 19, 2009 | 10 Comments »
Atop a small rubber estate, a few kilometers from Palghat, is a home that holds a special place in my heart and one that I crave to go to everytime I think I need some space of my own- my dad’s sister’s place. 8years back, my aunt sold her house in the city and bought [...]
Papa and Sa
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged anniversary, happiness, home, love, parenting, parents on January 23, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Sa: “Papa, you think I can get another cup of tea?”
Papa: “I don’t think it likely Sa, you’ve already had two.”
Sa: “Oh c’mon, just this once please…? Just one more cup…Papa please?”
Papa resigns and goes inside to fix a hot cup of strong tea. The conversation as you might have guessed, is between two members [...]
Daddy dearest
Posted in Thoughton's column, Uncategorized, tagged daddy dearest, Education, Exams, expectation, Father-daughter, poor student, Punishment, school, teacher on December 13, 2008 | 6 Comments »
Having an intelligent and extremely knowledgeable person for your father can be truly daunting at times. To grow up in his shadows with all eyes pouncing on you the moment you are left alone. So tell us what you want to be when you grow up? Professor? Mathematician? Journalist? My dad was all of that. [...]
