It rained last night ..

It rained last night ..

It was dark .. It was stark ..

It was cold .. It was chilly ..

I tried holding on to my blanket ..

I tried to get warm ..

But it kept getting colder and wet

 … the time had frozen so was I.

I tried lighting a candle

To ward off the dark ..

But the cold wind would blow it off

Making it even more dark ..

I kept trying .. but the matchstick got over ..

The dark clouds would hover ..

I kept looking for a warm place ..

But in the darkness I kept stumbling ..

I hurt myself .. I fell down ..

I tried walking across the room .. to look for a hand ..

That I can hold … and feel the warmth ..

I kept walking in the room .. spreading both my arm ..

Looking for arms, in whose comfort I could feel warm …

But I kept stumbling and kept hurting myself ..

I tried calling .. but no one would hear ..

I called harder .. but my echo I could hear ..

So .. I just sat there .. waiting for the rain to go…

I held on to my blanket .. with a tight grip

As that was the only thing that gave me warmth ..

I listened to the rain pouring ..

Each drop .. making a sound .. saying something to me ..

I listened to wind .. each time some one blowing a whistle ..

I sat there whole night .. waiting for the rain to pour ..

And go .. I waited there silently .. for dawn to come ..

But it would keep pouring and become colder …

It rained last night ..

It rained outside .. but..

I felt it inside ..

Hannah Montana / Miley Cyrus - You'll always find your way back home

A simple and sweet song - yes I too hate Monday mornings. Another of my favorites.

You wake up, it's raining and it's monday

Looks like one of those rough days

Time's up, you're late again, so get out the door

Sometimes you feel like running

Find a whole new life and jump in

Let go, get up and hit the dance floor

But when the lights go down it's the ending of the show

And you're feeling like you got nowhere to go

Don't you know

You can change your hair and you can change your clothes

You can change your mind, that's just the way it goes

You can say goodbye, you can say hello

But you'll always find your way back home

You can change your style, you can change your jeans

You can learn to fly and you can chase your dreams

You can laugh and cry but everybody knows

You'll always find your way back home

Your best friends, your little hometown

Are waiting up wherever you go now

You know you can always turn around

Cos this world, it's big and it's crazy

And this girl is thinking that maybe

This life is what some people dream about

Cause when I'm feeling down and I am all alone

I've always got a place where I can go

Cause I know

You can change your hair and you can change your clothes

You can change your mind, that's just the way it goes

You can say goodbye, you can say hello

But you'll always find your way back home

You can change your style, you can change your jeans

You can learn to fly and you can chase your dreams

You can laugh and cry but everybody knows

You'll always find your way back home

Where they know exactly who you are

Back home where the real you is the superstar

Back home, you know it's never too far away

Let me hear you say

You can change your hair and you can change your clothes

You can change your mind, that's just the way it goes

You can say goodbye, you can say hello

But you'll always find your way back home

You can change your hair and you can change your clothes

You can change your mind, that's just the way it goes

You can say goodbye, you can say hello

But you'll always find your way back home

You can change your style, you can change your jeans

You can learn to fly and you can chase your dreams

You can laugh and cry but everybody knows

You'll always find your way back home

You'll always find your way back home

You'll always find your way back home

You'll always find your way back home

You'll always find your way back home

You'll always find your way back home

You'll always find your way back home

Baz Luhrmann - Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)

Originally written as a news article called "Wear Sunscreen" by Mary Schmich, a columnist in Chicago Tribune, this was made into a song "Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)" by Baz Luhrmann, an Australian Film Director for his Album "Something for Everybody" in 1998. I happened to listen to this while I was driving and couldn't help but notice the power in the singer's voice and simplicity with which some very important facts about life are said in the song. You must listen to this song, am sure it would become your favorite too.

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be

it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by

scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable

than my own meandering

experience…I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not

understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.

But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and

recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before

you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you

imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as

effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing

bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that

never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm

on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you

Sing

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with

people who are reckless with yours.

Floss

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes

you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with

yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you

succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your

life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they

wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year

olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe

you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky

chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t

congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your

choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,

use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people

think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever

own..

Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for

good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the

people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you

should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and

lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you

knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live

in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will

philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize

that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were

noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,

maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one

might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will

look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who

supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of

fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the

ugly parts and recycling it for more than

it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen…

When is it WOW to take the VOWs?

Hi all - since all of you are on the other side of the court - may b u can tell me -
I have 2 important questions to ask you :-
1) When is the right age for a girl to get married?
2) What is the right age difference between the Man and the Woman that can make a marriage workable?

If you ask me - I always believed that marriage has got nothing to do with age - when it happens, it just.. does - u have to be mentally and emotionally prepared to get married - to realize that u r finally ready to take up that additional responsibility - to be someone's wife - daughter in law and finally soon, a mother - but ALAS! Due to several social, economical, emotional and paternal, maternal, hormonal pressure there are certain cut-offs or expiry dates for a girl to get married. I myself is 27 now and many of my uncles and aunties tell me that OMG it is too late ... by now you should have been raising your 2nd child .. !!! .. hehehe my Q is what do I do with the child in me which is still jumping with all the life's excitement .. anyways ... I once read an article in TOI which defined 28 as the best year for a woman to get married - this was the result of a survey which said that 28 is the most satisfying year in a woman's life - she has reached at the peak of her career and is content with it - she is looking more towards settling down now, since she has accomplished most of her aspirations - also if she is already in a relationship, the relationship has reached a stability - also 28 is a year when a woman is more confident - more sure of herself - she is more aware of what she wants out of life and is geared to looking forward to it - I too somehow agree with this survey - cos this is exactly how I feel.

Regarding the 2nd Q - I would say anywhere between 1-5 years. As per today's day and age where women are working and providing for herself, the mind and body of the 2 ppl should be as similar as possible - I think this age difference brings in a sense of friendship in the marriage - but as someone has said out of experience - love knows no age, no money, no boundaries etc etc - some philosophy - but again ALAS!!!! - in my community or rather in kerala gals are married off to guys 7-10 yrs older to them - WEIRD - but true - this is normal and socially very acceptable - :(

But again - as I said - since I am the least experienced one in this matter - I would want your advice, guidance, experience, thoughts, philosophies etc.. - What do you think should be the best age for the Woman to get married and to how much older a man?

Mr. PRAGAAASH ... COLLING...

It's a Saturday - the weekend, but I am working today, If you are one of those super-flexible special species, whose fate had it that you become a support engineer, this might not be something new or surprising. Super-flexible special species because, you work any time of the day or night so say 6am to 3pm, 12pm to 9pm or 10pm to 6 am, weekends etc. So, here I am – doing a highly critical system testing, something which has the highest visibility to the business – It has a window of just 1 hr – if I don’t finish it -it is as good as the end of this world – end of my job – in short – it’s a matter of life and death for me – !!!! …..
As per the thumb rule of the greatest ironies, whenever you are occupied by something extremely important – something that requires you’re the most immense concentration and dedication, your MOBILE has to RING !!!... And .. it has to ring with the highest volume and with the most weirdest ringtones – a ringtone which you just happened to be checking out the last night but forgot to turn off – so, here it goes - “…. MAHABHARAT ….!!!!– aaa aaa aaa – ath shri mahabharat katha - aaa – ath shri mahabharat katha ….aaaa .. mahabharat katha .. aaa” – the next thumb rule is no matter how much ever efforts you make to find that screaming mobile in your bag – you won’t find it unless everyone in the bay has noticed you – half of them have displayed their amusement and the rest of the half, the displeasure. Though, the amount of displeasure is definitely more than the amusement “… Katha hai purushartha ki, ye swartha ki, paramartha ki, sarathi jiske bane ye sri Krishna bharat paartha ki …” it goes on and on…!!!
EUREKA !!!! – I finally found it – it displays a number which definitely is from a foreign land – I wonder who on earth; in the midst of a sunny afternoon like the one now, is calling me – which country is it from – because most of my friends are either in UK or in US – I don’t expect any calls from them at this time – “…. yada yada hi dharmasya glanir bhavati bharat ….” - anyways, to avoid the rest of the embarrassment – I just pick up the phone – And SWEAR by the love of mother god – how much I regret it, to this date and time – my this action of picking up that miserably eventful call – !!!
“hello – is this SWAAAAATHI!!!! – I yaam PRAGAAASH here” - !!!!!
????SWAAAAATHI ??” - “a Mr. Pragaash with a thick mallu accent – I do not know anyone with that name and that accent” – anyways – I ask – “I am sorry – I do not know you – this is with regards to what?” – “I saw your profile on Keralamatrimony – I am calling with regards to that” – “????KERALA MATRIMONY ???– at this time – no ways” – I thought – but it is bad manners to be rude on phone so I continue - “oh ok – alright where are you calling from -? ” –“ I YAAM COLLING FROM OOMAAN” – (its oman actually – but read it just the way it is written – it would just give you a feel of that mallu accent, I am referring to) – ok – “tell me about yourself Prakash – what do you do? – Where are you from in kerala? – your family” –
“oh – I am basically from Thrissur in Kerala – my parents are staying there – I have a brother and 2 sisters – both are married and settled in Kerala” – I was working in Kerala state government before – I resigned and came here in Oman 2 yrs back” – “ok – what do you do?? – I asked” – “I am an optic technician in a hospital here” – “Swaaathi – where are you from??” – “well – I am basically from cochin in Kerala – but we are settled in Mumbai since 17 yrs” – “in my family – I have mom dad – a elder sis married and has a baby and a younger brother” –
After a decent enough discussion of our family background – I tell him – “I am sorry Prakash – but we are not looking for any proposals outside India” – he somehow does not seem to like this idea – “WHY SWAAATHI – why so???” – “Because my entire family is here – and it is easy if you are nearby since you can visit them and you stay in touch – migrating to Oman is not something I would want to do in future – also with respect to my work – there are very few chances or scope in Oman” –
“NO NO SWAATHI – I don’t plan to stay here forever – I am planning to go to EUROPE and go study there” – so you come there –
“hmm - whether it is Europe or Oman it does not make much difference because it is outside India” –
“but SWAATHI – the life in India is very different from here – living outside is an experience” – “you have always lived in Mumbai – so you don’t know” – “you must stay outside your home some time you will realize – it’s such a good experience” – BLAH BLAH BLAH !!! –
I don’t know – but this statement does not generate any sense of appreciation or admiration towards him in me – once he is done with explaining me the advantages of staying outside INDIA – I tell him – “Prakash – just to let you know – I was before in Mysore then for some time in Bangalore then Pune – then I went to London – I shifted to Mumbai – so that I could stay with my parents and take care of them – but in between I went to Newyork also – Again, my dad had a transferrable job – hence, every 3 years he would be transferred to a new place and my school would also change – believe me even if we have stayed in Mumbai for so long but within Mumbai itself, we have moved a lot around – so I very well know and can relate to what you are saying – it definitely is an experience travelling within the country and outside of it” – “I must say don’t just stay in Oman – if you have plans to migrate to Europe then very well do it – your EXPERIENCE will only increase” - !@$!@$%!@%@$ - !!!!” - He says “hhhmmmmmmmmmmm” – a BIG “hmmmmmmmmmmm” – !!!!!!
“SWAAATHI – actually I saw you online last night on Kerlamatrimony and had pinged you on the chat – but you did not reply!!!!” – “Oh – so that was him!!! – well you know, these are the very few moments of the life – when you regret to be living in a technically advanced world – how it has become so easy to reach people – to approach them in spite of them not wanting you to” – at this moment I do want to believe that - that those 50 Paisa postcard days were really gr8!!! - J
“so SWAAATHI – you want to say that you want to stay somewhere near by your parents – so you are an Amma and Acchcan’s girl TYPE of girl” – “but SWAAATHI let me tell you – for a WOMAN – once they are married the most important thing in the world should be her PHARTAAV (meaning husband in mallu) and her PHARTAAV’s FAAAAAAMILY” – !!! …
“????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@” – “oh really????” – I ask –
“Yes of Corse – after marriage a women’s family becomes secondary – because she has to move with her PHARTAAV and take care of him and his FAAAAMILY” – “so you should be really not be thinking about your parents that much – because eventually you would be busy with your PHARTAV” – “so it does not matter even if you stay outside India” - !!!!...
I think that was more than enough for me – “YOU – PRAGAASH – have 2 sisters !!! – both married – where did you say they are????” –“amm in KERALA !!!” – I asked “WHY???” why are they in Kerala??? – He has no answer “well that all depends” – “OO Oh ok – so all that depends??? Is it?? – well let me tell you something PRAGAAASH – there is one more number on that website – that is of my dad’s – why don’t you have word with him???” – all he has to say is - “AA BBB AAA BBB DDD” – “Yes – I would appreciate if you could speak with him and let him know of your thoughts – he would be more than glad to talk to you – go ahead – call him!!! – I shall talk to you later after you have spoken with”- “in fact – I would have appreciated it if you would have contacted him first” – “AAA BAAA AAA ok ill call him” – “hey don’t worry you can take your time - BYE for now though !!!!” – !@$!#$@!%!$#@%@#$....
Having not realized how long I have been talking - I frantically look at my watch – oh gr8!! – I have 20 min of my time – I hurriedly get back to my work – “who were you talking to???” – My friend asks me – “Oh wait, I shall tell you but did you know?? – that if you are married all your responsibilities are towards only and only to your PHARTAAV and his family??” – “WHAT?? – what is PHARTAV” – “oh sorry I mean your beloved husband” – “that’s crazy – who told you this – there is nothing like – I love both my families” – “oh really – does your PHARTAAV – I mean your husband know that and is he ok with this” – “yea of Corse” – “oh then good for you” !! J
It’s a Saturday again, me and dad are having coffee, when I suddenly happen to remember – “Dad, did you get any call from a Mr. PRAGAAASH?” – “no – I didn’t – why??” – I smile – “did’nt I tell you who called me up last weekend?” – “No”
Ok – then here it goes....... !!!!!!!!!..... J

Vibhavangal (Delicacies) ...

Ende Keralam … !!!

... Meaning My Kerala – though I have always stayed outside Kerala for most of my life – but still my brief memories of the summer vacation visits to Kerala is vivid and vibrant in my mind – as vivid and as vibrant as this place…
Of the many things that can be said about Kerala – one of them is the Malayali Food – mmm.. yummm.. Legitimately called as the “God’s own Country” – due to its lush greenery and breath taking scenic beauty - the food from here is nothing more than HEAVENLY - !!!
So from the God’s own Country - here are some Malayali food recipes – for all my foodie friends :-)

Note: These are the authentic recipes from my Mom’s Kitchen –

1) Chamandi - Coconut chutney, for idlies and dosas:-
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Mix finely grated fresh coconut + finely cut small onions + salt + red chilli powder in mixie till smooth.
Now put some water and heat – do not bring to boil
Tadka – mustard seeds + kari patta + red tadka chilli + finely cut small onions.

2) Sambar – from now on throw away that everest sambar masala outside the window:-
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Put all the vegetables you can think of – pototaoes, tomatoes, onions, garlic, elephant ear (or sooran in hindi), drum sticks, brinjal, okra or bhindi, tinda, chowli, beet roots, pumpkin etc etc - ofcorse exclude Bitter Gourd and gobis – the more the vegetables the more it is delicious and healthy - all cut into cubes + green chillis + tuvar dal + some water depending upon the consistency you prefer into a cooker --> 2 seetis and down.
On a separate tawa one by one roast chilli powder then dhania powder. Note the fragrance of the perfect roasted masala is strong and may make you sneeze or cough – if you do then its done – take it out immediately – make sure you don’t burn it – it takes barely a min on a nicely hot tawa – this is the trick to a mouth-watering sambar :-)
After the cooker opens add turmeric + salt + imali soaked water + roasted chilli powder and dhania powder + kari patta + heeng (the 2nd trick to the mouth-watering Sambar) --> bring this to boil.
Tadaka – in a hot Oil add mustard seeds + dhania seeds + small onions (also called madarasi onions – these are different from our regural onions – are very small- the 3rd trick to that luscious sambar) + red tadaka chillis
Add the tadaka to the boiling Sambar – WOOPIEEE – go lost in its smell :-)

3) Avial – A mix vegetable curry in coconut gravy:-
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Put all vegetables – tomatoes + potatoes + onions + chowli + gawar + pumpkin etc all cut as elongated + some water --> 2 seetis and down.
Now put turmeric + chilli powder + salt + imli soaked water into those vegetable and bring to boil.
Bring it down and put some coarsely ground coconut and some coconut oil.
Tadaka – kari patta + jeera + again the small onions.

4) Inji Curry – Ginger curry actually more of a chutney:-
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For tadka – put dhania seeds + mustard seeds and let those burst
Now put finely grated onions and finely grated lots of ginger + kari patta + red chilli powder + dhania powder + turmeric powder + salt
Fry this nicely – the ginger becomes deep red and crispy – now put some imli soaked water – bring to boil – bring down once the water goes and the consistency is thick.
To be eaten with rice like chutney.

5) Pach adi – A kind of Raayata:-
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Beat the curd with some salt - so that the water and the butter mix but do not make the consistency thin – let it be thick – keep aside.
Tadaka – dhania seeds + mustard seeds + jeera seeds – let these burst – now put into this fine cut small onions + grren chillis + kari patta + a vegetable – fry well.
Note: the vegetable can be either fine cut bhindi or fine cut locky or fine cut pumpkin – which ever you like.
Bring this down and let it cool – now mix this to the curd and yummy Pach adi is ready :-)

6) Pullusherry:- a kind of kadi:-
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Beat the curd with some salt + turmeric powder + red chilli powder – beet well so that the consistency is thin, if need be put some water.
Heat this while mixing it continuously. Note that it has to be only heated not boiled. You have to heat it till the colour changes to a bright yellow.
Tadaka – dhania seeds + mustard seeds + finely cut small onions + red tadaka chilli + kari patta + garlic.
To be eated with rice just like dal.

More to follow here – this is a long list :-)

On .. one of such Twilights ..!!!

Twilight – this story is from those times of my life when a twilight used to happen every day for me and my friends – twilight, dusk – or an evening – filled with laughter, hide and seek, ice spice, pakada pakadi, chor police, little jokes, the gentle breeze, the mud, the clay, the sweet smell of the earth when mummy would water the plants in the garden, the appetizing smell of the just fried mummy-made potato chips or steaming idilis or any mummy made evening snacks – delicious like heaven, the dust, the small pebble, the cut, the bruise on always either the elbow or the knee, the Johnson & Johnson band aid, the trees and their branches to climb on, the tree house, the swing, the colorful flowers to pluck, the tiny green caterpillar on its leaf, the dragon flies, the fire flies, the butterflies ……

Today … twilight is spent in the adjustable chair at my desk in one corner of my office or in the cramped 1^st class compartment with not so 1^st class ambience, of the Mumbai local train … but let’s not talk about this now... Because this story is about a twilight which was lot more fun, cozy and memorable.

We are now at Bhavnagar, Gujarat – a place called bor talaav – a lake, actually a reservoir planned for water supply to the town, but also a picnic spot – I might have been in 3^rd std – our house was very close to this place – in summers this lake would completely dry out but would be full in the monsoon …

During one of those fun-filled twilights – during the school summer holidays – after our regular games of hide and seek and ghar ghar – we were exhausted of all the running around – me, jo, arun, chamila and her 2 brothers just sat down to take some breathe and wait for the snacks to come out of the kitchen – although the delectable smell of it had already made its way out of the kitchen window and spread into our backyard garden – the sun was soon about to lose its golden shine somewhere behind that cloud – the cloud that a few minutes back looked like a flying horse, but now looks like a goat – though the sun made sure that before it hides away, it spreads its goldenness across the sky making this dusk shimmer and sparkle.

It’s still a little dark and cold though here – but the zero bulb hanging arbitrarily from the roof, just gliding in the gentle breeze is giving a little illumination. Everyone has found either a boulder or an old decaying log to sit on – I can’t find anything to sit and none of them are kind enough to give me their seat. Even though it is summer it becomes quite cold here in the evening – I finally find a rock to sit on – it is nice oval and smooth – as a kid I had a fascination for stones – I would collect any round, shaped or colorful stones, pebble wherever I went – I had a big collection of stones – this one was so round and smooth and brown it was perfect to fit in my collection - though it was little big.

So bang – I sit on it – so what if everyone got to sit before I did – I found a perfectly round rock to sit on - ????? – But hello – what is this? – This rock is astonishingly hot - !!!! Strange – it so cold out here – WOW – this is great – so I get a perfect round smooth brown and a warm seat to sit – I love this!!! -

… hehhehe … “arun to gir gaya” .. hhhaaa .. “chamila .. tune cheating ki” … our giggles .. The only sound breaking the silence of this evening other than the cricket … somewhere out there rubbing his feet..

All of a sudden am moving – though I think I am sitting at just one place – so either it’s me or the earth beneath me is moving – all my friends jump – “Swati – Swati – that rock you are sitting on is moving” – “Mummy...” – I scream and jump off from the moving rock – we all rub our eyes to see it clearly – the rock is actually moving – on its own..!!!

But how come??? – What is this?? – petrified or panicked or what I don’t know – the 1^st reaction we have after all the screaming – is to pick up whatever we had – the stick - the stones – we start throwing at the rock – now it is moving little more faster – “it’s running – its running” - … Not only that – “it has 4 legs” – “ah ah – look at that – is that a tail??” – “no Swati – it is its head” – “no it’s a tail -” – “oh my god it has both head and tail – what is this ???”–

it’s a tortoise - !!!! …. it’s a tortoise…!!!

Screams Jo … “it’s a tortoise” – “oh yes – it’s a tortoise” – the moment we hear this – the vigor in our hands and legs have increased – with all our willpower, we are throwing all the stones at this intruder - as if that is going to make it run any faster – but for us it had become a matter of our pride – a Tortoise had sneaked into our garden without our permission – as for me I picked that large stick and start hitting it on its back – “go away – you Tortoise – go away from my garden” – for me more than the fact that it was a tortoise – the fact that it was not that shiny brown stone which I could have put in my collection, had infuriated me more – hitting it with that stick unquestionably made me feel better – !!!!!

“stop that” – said mummy – hearing all the commotion in the backyard – she had hurriedly come out – “stop that” – everyone has stopped – “Bang” – “Bang” – “go away you tortoise” – except for me – “I said - stop it Swati” – she pulls the stick from my hand and throws it away –

“What are you kids doing???” – “It is just a small tortoise” – “look at it – poor thing – u have scared him” – suddenly we are all silent staring at it – as if realizing that in all the excitement we might have hurt it and scared it – although it cannot run but it is trying to walk as fast as it can -...

“It’s just a tortoise – it does not hurt” – she carefully placed him safely on a tray – opened the gate and let him outside – “let him go – he would find his way to the lake” –

We all stood there looking at it – with our eyes and mouth wide open – “come inside kids – its getting dark – come on in” – but we are still there – “come on beta – aren’t you hungry ??” …

“.. Oh wow!!! I have never seen a tortoise”.. says Chamila .. hehhehe .. “but it was fun ..” Again we are all in our giggles.. he hehehe .. “Did you see ... How it was moving??? – and Swati … was hitting him so hard” … heee…