Rains.

Readers of this blog know that I am a pluviophile and love our monsoon season particularly. I have been very lucky in the month of May this year as we had the so called pre-monsoon showers regularly, unlike any other May that I have seen over the past thirty odd years that I have lived here.

June has not been an exception so far as we have been having rains every afternoon since the beginning of it this year. As I write this, it is pouring cats and dogs at 4.00 pm.

My son and I were discussing this phenomenon this morning as we were having our tea in our garden and I recollected a cartoon that our inimitable R K Laxman had created many decades ago. I had to go to Uncle Google and search but, I am glad that I succeeded.

I can’t get enough of that. Can you relate to it and your local weathermen?

What Truly Shocks You?

In today’s context, what truly shocks me is the behaviour of covidiots. I wrote this three weeks ago. When I started writing this post on June 1, 2021, the morning newspaper carried this news item which got my goat up alright. This is shocking because, it is not only dangerous for themselves but, also for other unsuspecting people who may come in touch with them.

What other things shock me in general are callous children abandoning their aged parent/s. I know of two cases where the children are quite well off but, have evicted their parent/s from their homes. Whatever may be the inside story, abandoning them without taking appropriate action for their safety and well being like perhaps housing them in one of the many homes for seniors that dot the landscape is truly appalling.

Another truly shocking thing for me is when I hear about people abandoning their pets on the roads. I simply cannot understand this behaviour.

There are a number of other minor things that shock me but the above three TRULY shock me.

Nothing like this, I hope happens to shock me!

This is my take on this week’s Friday 3 On 1 blog posts where Sanjana, Shackman and I write on the same topic. Today’s topic has been suggested by Shackman. Please do go over to the other two blogs to see what they have to say on the same topic. Thank you.

Winnowing Basket And Sieve.


This is a message in Tamil.

What it conveys is:  “The winnowing basket and the sieve are both implements necessary to separate what is needed from what is not.  While the former will remove what is not needed and retain what is needed.  The latter will remove what is needed and retain what should be thrown away. Let us reflect on what our mind is like. The winnowing basket or the sieve?

On reflection, I flatter myself that mine is  mostly like the winnowing basket.  I have trained myself to be like that and to the best of my recollection, I don’t retain the negativity that comes my way, thanks to modern communication methods.

There are however impressions left in the mind from when my mind had been like the sieve which are difficult to remove, due to the impact that they had on me when they were formed.  I am working on them.

What about you?

A Message To My Future And Past Selves.


I am at peace with myself and the world that I live in.

I am well past the proverbial Three Score And Ten and I strongly believe that I should not reinvent the wheel when someone more capable than I has already done that.  Buddha therefore is the blogger here for the topic.

I however look forward to reading what the youngest blogger here, Sanjana, has to say. She has a long long way to go before she can become as complacent as I am, and she is also full of unexpected strengths. I also look forward to reading what the other blogger Shackman who is closer to me in age, has to say.

This is my take on this week’s Friday 3 On 1 blog posts where Sanjana, Shackman and I write on the same topic. Today’s topic has been suggested by Sanjana. Please do go over to the other two blogs to see what they have to say on the same topic. Thank you.

It Doesn’t Rain, It Pours.

As I write this, it is pouring outside. The tail end effect of our Cyclone Tauktae.. Unlike our other months of May, this one has been relatively cool thanks to regular rains and now this. Thankfully, we are well inshore but, our West Coast has been devastated.

That is not why I chose the topic though! That is due to some very special treats that I had and am about to have later in the evening.

The first one. My daughter in love decided to give me a special treat today and so last night, while I was in my bedroom reading, she cooked up one of my all time favourites which used to be a regular feature in my late mother’s and her elder sister’s kitchens.
This is called Palada Payasam and is made with rice pasta in tape form. During my mother’s times, it used to be made at home but, now ready made ones are available and that is what was used by my DIL for this delicious dish.

Not to be left with just this one favourite dish the irrepressible DIL had also arranged to make Thalipeeth, another favourite of mine and to go along with it Cucumber Raita.
The little dash of red stuff that you see on the top right side of the plate is green mango chutney made at the home of a friend of ours here.
So, I had a grand lunch and while still in the process was interrupted by a courier with a parcel. That parcel turned out to be:
This is a cake that the DIL had ordered from a neighbour who bakes at home and sells to customers in the neighbourhood.

This is the special treat that I intend having later in the evening when the DIL returns home.

So, there I was feeling quite pleased with my Sunday which had started off badly with three newspapers not being delivered due to some breakdown in logistics, when my son and heir decided to treat me to another magnificent gift.

I had been on the lookout for this set of three volumes for quite some time as these have been out of print and not available anywhere. These were found with one online seller who not only had stock but also was offering them on a sale at reduced prices.

Yes, it poured metaphorically and in reality today. And the joy is yet unfulfilled as I write this, as I am still to dig into that delicious looking cake.

Maturing.

As it so often happens to me, synchronicity struck again.

I received this little gem on my WhatsApp screen from a dear friend ST, who does not read my blog posts.

I could not resist the temptation to send ST a link to my yesterday’s post on Maturity and asked him “Since I have commented, am I immature?”

He is still mulling over his response to me. I doubt very much that he will but, if he does, it will give me an opportunity for another post!