tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57740325366729570462024-02-07T14:12:13.723+05:30Getting Naughtyand more naughtyTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-22530747599962055042009-11-10T16:27:00.003+05:302009-11-10T16:46:45.382+05:30Air Project - HariPrasad6-Nov-2009<br /><br />When HariPriya went to music class, HariPrasad had no hesitation what so ever to do the same. He wants to do everything what his sister do. And when HariPriya did a project for her standard, its very natural that HariPrasad will also follow the suit.<br /><br />HariPrasad did a project on Air. He had to explain few things.<br />- Air (Oxygen)is required for burning<br />- Air has weight<br />- Air cannot be seen, it can be felt.<br />His mom prepared chart explaining these points.<br /><br />Chief guest and some other people came to his desk and he was given a mic to explain his project.<br /><br />Introduction was pretty much the same. Chief guest was standing in front of him. He then said something regarding air and lit a candle. He then closed the candle with a beaker and then the candle was off. He said air is necessary for burning. <br /><br />He had a balloon filled with air and the other one without air tied to a stick. He gave that 2 to the chief guest. He asked which one is heavy. The chief guest said the balloon with air is heavier. He asked "Do you know why?" He chief guest nod his head saying No. He said air has weight. <br /><br />He also had a machine which is used to fill air in the balloon. He asked the chief guest can you see air? The chief guest again said No. HariPrasad then pumped air using that machine on the chief guest's hand. HariPrasad said "you cannot see air but you can feel it"<br /><br />Everybody clapped their hands.<br /><br />HariPrasad's teacher said, "for I std level doing experiment and explaining was great."<br /><br />Good HariPrasad. I heard that you have been very casual and explaining your project to all whoever came to your place. Congrats.<br /><br />love,<br />-Maama.Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-14254207400953953712009-11-10T16:10:00.004+05:302009-11-10T16:46:26.688+05:30Electronics Project - HariPriya6-Nov-2009<br /><br />HariPriya had explained her electronics project in her school exhibition. The project is 'Match the Following'. There will be a list of questions on the left side of the board and answers jumbled on the right side. One has to use the push button to match the answers with the questions. The project was designed by Sujji chinamma.<br /><br />When the chief guest and others came to her desk, the conversation went this way. HariPriya was given a mic.<br />HariPriya - I am V. HariPriya III Std D section, Young ones.<br />Chief guest and others were standing in front of her. <br />HariPriya - Do you know how the circuit works?<br />Chief guest - No. <br />HariPriya - Battery is inside the box. Push button is not pressed. The circuit is open. Bulb is off. When push button is pressed, circuit is closed, and the bulb is ON. <br />Chief guest said good and asked her class teacher to keep this project safe.<br /><br />Well done, HariPriya. But I heard that you were hesitating to explain it to everyone because they were continuously pressing the push button and you were not comfortable with the circuit getting spoiled.<br /><br />Anyways, good attempt HariPriya, Congrats.<br />with love<br />-Maama.Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-53441494436192113102009-11-09T12:12:00.002+05:302009-11-09T12:29:55.344+05:30Happy Birthday07-Nov-2009<br /><br />Hi HariPriya,<br /><br />Today you are turning 8. Happy B'day. You were in pink frock which Sujji chinamma got you and that so called diamond neck-lace which I got you. You must have got a bouquet of roses and a small teddy. Currently London is suffering with a postal strike due to which I could not send you a better gift. I explained this to you, I apparently you understood it too. You also told me that the show case is filled with teddies and now left without any space.<br /><br />And you were telling me that you did some project in your school with electronics and HariPrasad did something with 'Air'. I didn't get much details about your projects while we were on call, I will post them once I get to know about that.<br /><br />lots of love<br />- MaamaTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-82459819246677970782009-07-28T16:24:00.009+05:302009-07-29T14:12:39.252+05:30Happy Birthday'Where is the gift' is his first question when I called to wish him. I then asked him to wait.<br />He paused. I wished him 'happy birthday'. And he said 'thanks'<br />'Gift koncham late ga vachunu ra', I said.<br />'eppudu repu morning vachuna-a?'<br />'pampichethaaniki late ayindi, next tuesday lopala vachunu'<br />'sari emi pampichinaavu?'<br />'games ra', I said<br />'oooo games-a?'<br /><br />And then he went missing. He became flat for this gift. I then called him again and told him, 'games ante video games kaadhu ra, nuvve aadaala, aa maari games'<br />'ante etta unnu?', he asked<br />'vochinaaku choodu ra'<br />'ippudu london lo emi?', he asked. In fact he wanted to know the time here in london<br />'ippudu madhyaanam ra, ippudu thaa lunch chesesi vachina'<br />he said, 'ok', and left the place<br /><br />I then spoke to HariPriya.<br />I asked her, 'hey thammuduki birthday kadha, emi ichinaavu vaadiki?'<br />She said, 'ippudu thaa draw chesi ichina'<br /><br />I think she has got some practice of making greeting cards. Nice isn't she?<br /><br />HariPrasad,<br /><br />Happy Birthday. Hope your day was wonderful!<br />And yes, here are the gifts that I have ordered for you. And you will receive it soon.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga447IlFYtWwlHAw4UEZYEDTv-Adk8SoxRPpIcg1sb7RdjU6Buu0tmRCs910erufLCFEp58K6dY_0RSeddgJiZZG_ojYYhtLofvq6WfBa0iWFrgNk863Q1yMujoIdXldn2C_G8_hAqDGSI/s1600-h/she01_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga447IlFYtWwlHAw4UEZYEDTv-Adk8SoxRPpIcg1sb7RdjU6Buu0tmRCs910erufLCFEp58K6dY_0RSeddgJiZZG_ojYYhtLofvq6WfBa0iWFrgNk863Q1yMujoIdXldn2C_G8_hAqDGSI/s400/she01_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363490698954458738" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSaK7_BCHQCaiTIHXjfnl3iCfpiiVbwCZBZ5VUdBk7Oe1_SL_j9LjKl3KCwdE_mtxFEHe32YK7mrOb9fe7tAdO14daWUU3da0wpevGk1FAQDHBsK1g2YMCXszDPqQLsG-QyTlZ8_yQ5_yh/s1600-h/sha35_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSaK7_BCHQCaiTIHXjfnl3iCfpiiVbwCZBZ5VUdBk7Oe1_SL_j9LjKl3KCwdE_mtxFEHe32YK7mrOb9fe7tAdO14daWUU3da0wpevGk1FAQDHBsK1g2YMCXszDPqQLsG-QyTlZ8_yQ5_yh/s400/sha35_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363490693328362994" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Btqrh3i2L6VU4vQMM_dGlBmtLMAqUWAEiS8CvTwj1T2zOeY7Tb20Kb-aJQHhkolst7cIIfS_nlcZA5KQbd-LX7iD6zXWZ28ixxaJg2N2QknIo64okmUoyRLZqcBmBzZnn3r7HEXy4JIG/s1600-h/kmt103_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Btqrh3i2L6VU4vQMM_dGlBmtLMAqUWAEiS8CvTwj1T2zOeY7Tb20Kb-aJQHhkolst7cIIfS_nlcZA5KQbd-LX7iD6zXWZ28ixxaJg2N2QknIo64okmUoyRLZqcBmBzZnn3r7HEXy4JIG/s400/kmt103_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363490692322602722" /></a><br /><br />lots of love<br />- MaamaTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-19077777237864775132009-06-17T14:25:00.004+05:302009-06-17T14:30:29.161+05:30Happy Birthday17-Jun-2009<br />Anish,<br />You've scored your first run today. I remember the promise, but sorry I couldn't be with you again. I will ensure that I will be with you for 'our' birthday from now for ever.<br />You must have got this today from me.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1YOQFCa1nifVgaZEIEPb_Hm-hH4Zixj0E7Am62pHnYwIZ8Df2dPZ956BG67KxCIplf6-AxWnKgPDkMPMphaHU10AlB5YFrUVls-KefH067NL8BUZ9CHzkLhlpdq-zqfGRKng0Kl3FItgV/s1600-h/Happy+B"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348218376197410498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1YOQFCa1nifVgaZEIEPb_Hm-hH4Zixj0E7Am62pHnYwIZ8Df2dPZ956BG67KxCIplf6-AxWnKgPDkMPMphaHU10AlB5YFrUVls-KefH067NL8BUZ9CHzkLhlpdq-zqfGRKng0Kl3FItgV/s400/Happy+B%27day+Anish.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Happy Birthday Anish.<br />with lots of love<br />- MaamaTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-84060608149874815882009-02-13T17:26:00.003+05:302009-02-16T18:58:14.218+05:30Letter from Haripriya to Amamma - Status11-Feb-2009<br /><br />I called up Anu's home to talk to HariPriya. She wasn't ready to talk to me because the letter is not posted yet. :-) <br /><br />So, I was talking to HariPrasad. I asked him whats he doing and the other things. He said what he had for dinner. He said he had fish, but he didnt know the name of the fish. <br /><br />Later when she talked to me, I asked about how Anish is after tonsure. She said that Anish is very friendly and keeps laughing at her. Looks like Anish started to recognise his family now.<br /><br />Then, I asked about the letter to be posted. She said she has completed all the drawings and only thing left is to post the letter. I asked her what did she draw. She said that she has drawn a house in pink and it has a flower vase in blue colour. :-). She also said that she had drawn many other pics with mountain, etc.<br />I asked her when she will post it, to which she replied, "nuvvu chennai ki vasthuvu kada, ammamma inti ki vasthuvu kada, appudu, nenu letters ethukoni vastha" [you will come to chennai, to grand mom's house right? I will come with the letters] I said, by the time I come to chennai, you write as much letters as possible, so that we will post the big parcel to grandmom. She said ok :-)<br /><br />Kids,<br />I will scan the pics and post them up here once I get it.<br /><br />-MaamaTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-83934449223514714632009-02-10T03:54:00.005+05:302009-02-11T03:48:36.785+05:30Tonsure + Ear Piercing9-Feb-2009<br /><br />May be 4 years back I remember having HariPriya and HariPrasad on my lap to pierce their ears. Oh my God thats not an easy task. Well not for the kids, but for me. Kids cry not out of pain, they only cry out for fear. <br /><br />For HariPriya, the task went easily. May be her ears were very tender and it was not a big task for the person who pierces it. But for HariPrasad, it wasn't the case. I closed my eyes for HariPrasad's ear piercing after seeing HariPriya's. I heard a solid 'patt' sound when his ears were pierced. Too hard.<br /><br />Today is Anish's turn. He must now be with tonsured head and pierced ears. I missed it. Not just because I am here in London, but apparently there is some 'kula deivam' compatibility mismatch. Even my parents didn't attend the function. My parents went to their place yesterday and came back last night. <br /><br />Kids, <br />I don't have the photos of HariPriya and HariPrasad when your heads were tonsured and ears pierced, but I think I must get Anish's photo. Will upload them once I get them. Till then have fun.<br /><br />- MaamaTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-2407011467795483842009-01-06T22:01:00.003+05:302009-01-06T22:22:31.039+05:30Haripriya was scared to face when job left undone.06-Jan-2009<br /><br /><a href="http://mymaamastartedthis.blogspot.com/2008/12/letter-from-haripriya-to-amamma-planned.html">I called up Haripriya to follow up on what had happened to the letter, that I asked her to write to amamma.</a><br />Anu picked the call. I asked Anu to ask Haripriya to talk. Haripriya said "Hi" and she returned the phone to Anu.<br />I asked Anu, "Why did she not talk, did she write the letter?"<br />She replied, "No, thats why she is not talking to you"<br />I heard Haripriya asking her mom to tell her Half-yearly marks to me.<br />Anu said, "She has got 700/700 in her half yearly exams and she wants me to tell this to you"<br />I asked Anu to hand over the phone to her Haripriya.<br />"Hello", I said.<br />"Hello", she replied with tiny voice.<br />I congratulated for her 700/700 in her exams and kept talking about her exam marks until she felt comfortable enough. I then told her not to be afraid if she cant complete the work. I asked her to write when she finds time, if not tomorrow, then may be the day after. Finally when I if she can write tomorrow, she said she will write the letter on sunday :)<br /><br />Haripriya,<br />Take your time, no worries<br /><br />-MaamaTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-83947003828898647792008-12-30T19:36:00.004+05:302008-12-30T19:41:18.798+05:30Hariprasad - Never give up30-Dec-2008<br /><br /><a href="http://mymaamastartedthis.blogspot.com/2008/12/letter-from-haripriya-to-amamma-planned.html">Later after talking to Haripriya about the task</a>, I spoke to Hariprasad. He was <span id="query" class="query">suspicious </span>on looking at the lengthy call. He asked me "What are you going to to Haripriya?". I asked him why do you ask this. He said "No tell me, what have you planned to get Haripriya?". He had probably thought that I am planning to get her some toys. I told him, "No, I am not getting her anything".<br /><br />He kept silent for a moment and then said, "Thats fine, get me toys", then a pause, and continued "many toys". I smiled and said, "sure". :)<br /><br />Hariprasad,<br />Sure, you will get it. :)<br /><br />-MaamaTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-3165385955195403262008-12-30T19:09:00.005+05:302008-12-30T19:36:09.418+05:30Letter from Haripriya to Amamma - Planned30-Dec-2008<br /><br />I called up home. As usual I talked for a while and then I realised that Haripriya and Hariprasad were in my home, may be for their half-yearly holidays. I talked to both Haripriya and Hariprasad and listened to their tiny tiny sweet talks.<br /><br />I asked Harirpriya, what she is doing, she replied "talking to you on phone". Aah, welcome to the club :) I talked a while to Hariprasad later, he was more particular on the toys I would get him.<br /><br />Haripriya had asked me for a teddy bear. Her specifications were very clear. She said she needs a teddy bear sitting and it had to be very small and pink in color. I really got to check for this :)<br />Later, I tried explaining Harirpriya about e-mail. Looks like e-mail is very high funda for her. So, I explained about Posts. She wasn't aware of postbox, postman as well. Then, I explained her way she got her teddy bear for birthday. She understood that immediately. So, now I gave her an assignment.<br /><br />I asked her to take a piece of paper and asked her to write all stuff she knows. I asked her if she knows to draw. She said yes and she explained all what she knows to draw. Here is what she said she can draw<br />1) Fishes in water<br />2) Mountains and sunrise in between the mountains<br />3) House<br /><br />So, I asked her to write and draw all possible things in a paper. I gave her some tips on how to write. I said her that you can write, "Hi amamma, how are you? How is thatha? I am good girl. Haripriya is a good boy. Daddy and mummy are good". I kept going. She interrupted me asking, "Should I also write or is it ok to draw?" Looks like this to too much for her. So I asked her to draw if she dont know to write. She then asked me how to post. I said, "dont worry, you better write it and give it your mom, and ask her to post to amamma". She said ok.<br /><br />I also said this has to be secret and no one must know. She asked me "Like a suspense?" :). I said yes, like a suspense. I said, dont say it to anyone. Tell only to your mom and tell your mom not to say this to amamma when they talk on phone. I also said, after this call, amamma will ask you what did maama say? She immediately said, "I will say maama said nothing" :). I said, "no no, tell amamma that its a suspense, and I will not say".<br /><br />She had many doubts.<br />1) She asked how many letters should she send. I said only one now.<br />2) Should my dad know this? I said its ok to tell your dad, but ask him not to tell to anyone<br />3) Should Hariprasad know this? I said no, dont tell him, he may tell it to amamma.<br /><br />She then said, once you come here, we both will do like this. I smiled and said, sure. :)<br />I also told her that if she can do it secretly without telling her amamma, she will get a gift.<br /><br />Haripriya,<br />No matter what is the result, no matter if the secret is broken, if you send a letter, I've decided to gift you :)<br /><br />-MaamaTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-16884463425670325612008-12-22T15:58:00.002+05:302008-12-22T16:02:28.569+05:30Double Promotion22-Dec-2008<br /><br />I called home today. As usual, I asked about everyone including the kids. My mom told me that Anish skipped crawling and he started sitting. Also, he is trying to stand with some support and probably wants to walk.<br /><br />Well done Anish,<br />-MaamaTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-22172846109205427332008-12-04T13:16:00.002+05:302008-12-19T17:19:10.022+05:30GoyyakaVadivelu made the word 'Goyyale'. Not sure when. But then, how Haripriya learnt this is as 'Goyyaka', the only thing she had heard before.<br /><br />Haripriya,<br />This is the short story on how you are being called as 'Goyyaka'<br /><br />-MaamaTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-73086631505730434732008-11-30T13:58:00.003+05:302008-11-30T17:13:32.851+05:30Mr. Perfect30-Nov-2008<br /><br />Got an SMS from Sujji asking me to call her back, as she was in my home for a visit. After talking with her for sometime, I asked about Hariprasad. <a href="http://mymaamastartedthis.blogspot.com/2008/11/12-nov-2008_12.html">Anu once requested me to ask Sujji about how perfect Hariprasad is</a>. So this is what Sujji told me about Hariprasad.<br />1) He comes to home from school and changes his dress immediately.<br />2) He completes his homework once he changes his school uniform.<br />3) Its a normal behavior that mom sits next to the kid and teaches the kid during the exams. But in case of Hariprasad, he asks he makes his mom sit and teach him. He says 'amma, amma, idhi maathram okka saari chepiche ma', meaning 'mom, teach me this one alone once'. He ensures that he is prepared to his exam thoroughly, and he is only 5 yrs old now. :)<br />4) He completes his homework and he runs to singing class. Actually only Haripriya was sent to singing classes. But he felt that 'Why Haripriya alone, why not me' and he also runs to singing classes along with HariPriya. He wants to learn singing too.<br /><br />Mr.Perfect,<br />Good going :)<br /><br />-Maama.Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-85638742842282157932008-11-27T02:11:00.013+05:302008-11-29T23:28:24.276+05:30Anish gearing upAnish is gearing up to join the party with his cousins. Few of his photos.<br /><br />07-Sep-2008<br />This photo is laminated.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8ORqx18C5zVDW6meFqRR-S5RZdhly3b-Nv7_kNFPdwKoXa3uxDHxelYJdfTFNAZc1_C-X403nnn0IPT9aCmSXmluhZRxdcfhZJha4tOWSx7UaLdPi6PXRm6i4WnH6DGnf7aWcTxK6dXC/s400/Anish001.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8ORqx18C5zVDW6meFqRR-S5RZdhly3b-Nv7_kNFPdwKoXa3uxDHxelYJdfTFNAZc1_C-X403nnn0IPT9aCmSXmluhZRxdcfhZJha4tOWSx7UaLdPi6PXRm6i4WnH6DGnf7aWcTxK6dXC/s400/Anish001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />01-Nov-2008<br />Saroja Devi :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiy8mqWEit70YlHbXtCAIIPLts99Aq1nGsdDkanuwpz-ZxmS5Fu6EEbcn1Wc_rOQRmVquNFQ5_GMFL3mtGUuSa-egH2Z20uVerbMaVTh30-ZHvNtTprhjqmBK0WEDHC4IGlPwHPip3iePn/s400/Anish002.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiy8mqWEit70YlHbXtCAIIPLts99Aq1nGsdDkanuwpz-ZxmS5Fu6EEbcn1Wc_rOQRmVquNFQ5_GMFL3mtGUuSa-egH2Z20uVerbMaVTh30-ZHvNtTprhjqmBK0WEDHC4IGlPwHPip3iePn/s400/Anish002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-62163587228359240482008-11-20T23:42:00.005+05:302008-11-23T15:43:09.392+05:30Vedi? Vedi? Jillaa?Haripriya,<br /><br />This is the time, you tried making some sentences.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Years back, when I was a kid, may be when I was 10 years old, I was traveling to some place in bus with my parents. The bus stopped near hotel where people were taking their coffee. There was one fellow who made some nasty noise while drinking the coffee with the froth. Since then I started to avoid the froth in the coffee. So its my natural behavior to blow away the froth and drink the coffee. </span><br /><br />I had a coffee in my hands and you were sitting next to me. The coffee in my hands indeed had froth and I blew it. Looking at me blowing the froth away, you thought that the coffee is hot. You asked "Vedi? Vedi?" meaning "Is it hot?". Well you couldn't make the sentence right, but the expressions on your face made me realize that it is a question. I understood why you asked me this, and I smiled and replied you "Ledu ra", meaning "No buddy". Your spontaneously replied "Jilla?", meaning "Is it cold?"<br /><br />That was interesting to me. You started learning meanings and opposites. Cool aren't you?<br /><br />-MaamaTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-60763453329540909222008-11-16T03:30:00.009+05:302008-11-18T19:28:20.797+05:30Learning<div>Haripriya, </div><div><br /></div>When this happend, you were months old. Your eyes started following colours and people. I used to be with you almost every minute, when I am at home. Most of the time, I remember, I used to lie next to you tapping your little tummy for two extreme reasons. One, to make you sleep when your are awake, two, to wake you when you are in sleep :). Just to entertain myself with you. <div><br /></div><div>I remember telling you a couple of chandamaama stories as well. I knew that you will not understand, but that never mattered to me. I had to repeat the same old stories many times. I also remember asking you some questions on the story. Yeah, this is kinda revision to you. Even after knowing the fact that you will not answer to my questions, I kept asking you some silly questions on the story that I tell. One such example is "What did the crow do when the fox asked to sing?" When I ask you some question, I used to nod my head up and down. </div><div><br /></div><div>This one is pretty much an interesting bit. Though you didn't undestand that I am asking you a question, you started following me nodding my head. You probably thought that I am passing on some message to you. </div><div><br /></div><div>Later, one day Sujji chinamma was pampering you, and for some reason I came near you and I nodded my head. You smiled, believe me. Your mom found this and told me and Sujji chinamma about this. We tried this again and again many times. Sujji chinamma nodded her head, you had no response, when I nodded, you smiled or rather laughed aloud. We repeated this as many as 10 to 20 times and every time, you laughed only I nodded my head.</div><div><br /></div><div>This is perhaps your first learning.</div><div><br /></div><div>-Maama</div>Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-58528795133726551232008-11-12T21:23:00.007+05:302008-11-30T17:14:13.019+05:3012-Nov-200812-Nov-2008<br /><br />Well the reason for another new post on the same day is to talk something about Hariprasad too :)<br /><br />Hariprasad has got second place in Fancy Dress competition. The topic is "Other state". And Hariprasad had gone with a Kurta, a dhoti in Andra-ite style and a naamam. :) The dialogue is<br />"Naa peru Hariprasad. Naa ooru Andra Pradesh. Naa baasha telugu. Desa bhasalandu telugu lessa"<br />This means,<br />"My name is Hariprasad. I am from Andra Pradesh. My mother tongue is telugu. Telugu is the best language among all the languages in our Nation"<br /><br />Another interesting thing that came out today while talking to Anu about what the kids are going to study in future. Anu said that the choice is totally theirs. They can decide what they wish to become. She added a note on Hariprasad, in deed. Apparently, Suji has told Anu that Hariprasad is fit to become a doctor. The reason what Anu gave is very sweet.<br /><br />Hariprasad, once he reaches home, he immediately changes his dress, starts with his homework, reads all stuff taught that day and looks like he is Mr.Perfect. Anu said that he is so clean at his activities and he must be a suitable candidate for doing medicine. Anu has asked me to talk to Suji to get more information on this. <a href="http://mymaamastartedthis.blogspot.com/2008/11/mr-perfect.html">Yeah got to talk to Suji to get more information on Mr.Perfect</a>.<br /><br />Hariprasad, wish you all the best to become our family doctor. :)<br /><br />-MaamaTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-66868776977501353382008-11-12T21:12:00.008+05:302008-12-19T17:20:11.680+05:3012-Nov-200812-Nov-2008<br /><br />Today is Anu's b'day. I called her to wish her for her b'day. Hariprasad attended the call. Nice that he recognised my voice :).<br /><br />Later after wishing my sister, she said Haripriya is very angry on me calling her <a href="http://mymaamastartedthis.blogspot.com/2008/12/goyyaka.html">goyyaka</a>. She has told her mom (Anu) "endhuku ma, nannu goyyaka ani cheppinaadu?" meaning "why did he called me as goyyakka". Anu also told me that Haripriya is very angry on me :). Haripriya said Anu that, "aa pedha goyyaka phone number ee ma", meaning "give me the phone number of that big goyyaka", well that big goyyaka is me. :)<br /><br />Interesting part in this call is what Haripriya has told Anu about the gift, her grandparents had given. My parents [Haripriya's grandparents] had given her a cycle. Ofcourse for both the kids. But then, some time back Suji had told Haripriya that she will get her a cycle. Now Haripriya is confused, as to which cycle she has to take. Her wise decision is, she will use the cycle her grandparents had got her and once Suji gets them another cycle, she will hand over the old cycle to Hariprasad and get the new one. Wise isn't she? :)<br /><br />The other interesting part that Anu told me is, Haripriya has asked for a scooty when she gets into 5th std. Note that she is only 7 years now. After a couple of minutes, she changed her decision and said that she is happy to get a scooty when she is in 6th std. Later something had struck her mind and said that it is ok to get the scooty when she is in 7th std. The best part is what she said after this. She has asked for a car when she joins her 11th std.<br /><br />Haripriya used to join Suji when she goes to her driving classes. So Haripriya is aware of first gear, second gear concepts. She has told Anu that she can drive the car even today, note she is 7 yrs old. :)<br /><br />-Maama<br /><br />PS: She has started cycling using the balancing wheels inside her house.Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-59091951284807763972008-11-07T21:15:00.006+05:302008-11-30T17:15:29.013+05:3007-Nov-200807-Nov-2008<br /><br />Haripriya <a href="http://mymaamastartedthis.blogspot.com/2008/11/07-nov-2008_07.html">got that teddy bear today</a>. I called her some time back and she said, "Nenu neeku goyyaka-na?" meaning "Am I a 'goyyaka' to you?" I smiled and said, "Happy Birthday", she said "Thanks" :) Cute<br /><br />Later when I spoke to Anu, she said Haripriya kept murmering "nannu endhuku goyyaka ani cheppinaadu?", meaning "Why did he [myself] called me as goyyaka"<br /><br />Haripriya, you must have forgot the reason for this. I will let you know about this soon.<br /><br />-MaamaTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-52658633674857881422008-11-07T02:28:00.007+05:302008-12-19T17:25:42.629+05:3007-Nov-200807-Nov-2008<br />Happy B'day Haripriya<br />You must have got this teddy today for your Bday :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwU6KpTRFks9rNYOeTiw8qLumvu8WLB_ANYt8lkmRPhCgFk5Wh7OCHEp4rkC3jL5VMofrwRQXqKdbLbNcta8IFmwPGrukNPSwb5kYuUWDwh5k0hUNmK9nOUtkyDVDJCBkoAX4FScW1mLA0/s800/HariPriya.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 346px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwU6KpTRFks9rNYOeTiw8qLumvu8WLB_ANYt8lkmRPhCgFk5Wh7OCHEp4rkC3jL5VMofrwRQXqKdbLbNcta8IFmwPGrukNPSwb5kYuUWDwh5k0hUNmK9nOUtkyDVDJCBkoAX4FScW1mLA0/s800/HariPriya.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This teddy is sent to her with the quotes below :)<br /><br />Hey <a href="http://mymaamastartedthis.blogspot.com/2008/12/goyyaka.html">Goyyaka</a>,<br />Happy Birthday<br /><br />Maama.Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-57718912578365725852008-11-06T21:55:00.001+05:302008-11-07T02:41:24.717+05:3023-Sep-200823-Sep-2008<br /><br />Absolutely no reason. I feel like missing Anish. I was not with him in person when he is born. I saw Haripriya and Hariprasad on the same day they were born. So planned to send him a bouquet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdO2m1OCG2czzYMDkSd7pSNDJnKV5AvB6GXS9cp7fKQZqY6Xttq6dF5Zx31cbZD0JSFZmCPwB4u-tzzcBUOtt7g7aI7WryeNmSGSfJr7QkTcIKgsl14AYra4nThtUANGMD3YN2QQVXbgVq/s800/Anish.gif"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdO2m1OCG2czzYMDkSd7pSNDJnKV5AvB6GXS9cp7fKQZqY6Xttq6dF5Zx31cbZD0JSFZmCPwB4u-tzzcBUOtt7g7aI7WryeNmSGSfJr7QkTcIKgsl14AYra4nThtUANGMD3YN2QQVXbgVq/s800/Anish.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />This bouquet is sent with the quotes below<br />Hey buddy,<br />I was not there with you when you stepped into this planet. But I promise, that we will celebrate our birthdays together, forever.<br /><br />Maama.<br /><br />PS: Sujji has packed that bouquet safe. Thanks Sujji!.Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-70755472625401695252008-11-06T20:20:00.001+05:302008-11-06T20:36:29.634+05:3017-Jun-200817-Jun-2008<br /><br />I switched off my mobile early today and came to office. I know that many from India will call me to wish. Oh yeah today is my b'day. And I don't want others to spend money making ISD calls to wish for my bday. Life without mobile is the best. It is very calm. Excellent feeling, I must say. No calls, nothing. I feel like I am back to stone age. Interesting is it?<br /><br />I dont have access to my gmail account from office. All what I can do check the snap shot of my top 10 mails using igoogle. The snap shot of my gmail inbox includes the 'From Name', 'Subject' and few words of the first line of the mail.<br /><br />Later in the evening, when I check my gmail using igoogle, I found a mail from Shrisudan. He is the only person in chennai, my dad contacts for submitting my LIC bills to my office. So my dad has his number. The snap shot said 'Call your Brother in Law'. I was not sure why. So I switched on my mobile and accessed gmail.com to read the whole mail. The mail said, my Brother in Law has tried calling me many times and he couldn't reach. So I called him back.<br /><br />Me - Hello baava Kiran here<br />He - Hai Kiran, happy birthday<br />Me - Thanks baava.<br />He - (Smiles) I got a baby boy<br />Me - (OMG) Oh... congrats baava. (I couldnt control my happiness)<br />He - thanks, talk to Suji<br />Me - Sure<br />Sujji - Hi Kiran, happy b'day<br />Me - thanks Sujji, Congrats you too<br /><br />I heard Anish saying 'Hi maama'<br />I replied 'Welcome buddy'<br /><br />What could be a better gift on my b'day?<br /><br />Name - Anish<br />DoB - 17-Jun-2008<br />Parents - ChandraSekar, SujathaTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-36693098229535731662008-10-31T20:04:00.002+05:302008-11-07T02:02:46.666+05:3028-Jul-200328-Jul-2003<br />Morning<br />When we know the hype of Baba, Aalavanthaan and many more succumbed to failure, here came the real hero without any hype.<br /><br />I am in office working, or I should say pretending to be working. I am waiting for a call from my parents or my bava of course for the obvious reason. I don't have a mobile and the only way for someone to contact me will be through the phone in my office.<br /><br />8:15 in the morning<br />Phone rang, and I picked the call.<br /><br />9:30 in the morning; In the hospital<br />Well here is the description.<br />Head is the biggest in him.<br />He requires a hair cut soon. :)<br />Eyes cloned from his sister. I could see biggy biggy eyes.<br /><br />Me - Hi<br />He - Hi maama, how are you? I am fine, but for crowd. When will I be moved to our home? Can you arrange a proper commute to home from here? Climate is also very hot now isn't it? By the way, what were you doing so long. Why dont you come early? Heard a lot about HariPriya, where is she?<br /><br />Subham<br />Let me stop this here.<br /><br />And thats he.<br /><br /><br />Name - Hariprasad<br />DoB - 28-Jul-2003<br />Parents - VeeraPrathap, AnuRadhaTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-1569685155636077152008-10-03T03:23:00.000+05:302008-11-06T20:35:27.906+05:3007-Nov-20016-Nov-2001<br />Morning at 6:30<br />Today, I have my 7th semester exams. But well who cared? Whats more interesting is the first kid that our family is expecting. Anu, my sister is taken into an auto to be admitted in the hospital for her delivery.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">We three, [me and my two sisters] had a habit of wishing each other when we leave for exams. Well, this was from our child hood. The quotes were pretty simple-<br />"Anu, tata, best of luck", to Anu<br />"Sujji, tata, best of luck", to Sujji, my other sister<br />"Kiran, tata, best of luck", ofcouse to me.<br />We started this stuff with some interest and then eventually, it became a reflexive action. More like blinking our eyes.<br /></span><br />Anu did wished me "Kiran, tata, best of luck", oh yeah for my exams. But who cared? It must be more of an reflexive action. I replied her back, "Anu, tata, best of luck". But yeah this had a meaning, for the very first time.<br /><br />Tonight, at hospital<br />I did my exams with no interest and then flew to the hospital in the night. Luckily I have no exams tomorrow, so I decided to stay in the hospital. Nurse told us that only one person can stay with the patient. My amamma [amma's amma. mom's mom] was asked to stay with my sister. Yeah as we all know, every family will have an experienced lady. When I use the term 'experience', I really mean it. Experienced in anything and everything. They are the best of all domains.<br /><br />My amamma, and my parents thought that another person along with amamma would be important. Masculine support. You heard it? Yeah, they required a support from a manly, strong, brave male. Ahem. I am the only person standing here, praying that I will be asked to stay. Well, to make this story more interesting, lets assume that I qualify those terms and conditions :). Yes, I am asked to stay with my amamma, not that I qualify, but the only person available tonight is me. The challenge is that I must not sleep in the room where my sister and my amamma are. I have no place to be here tonight. Also, I must not be caught my the doctors roaming. I started searching for a better place to spend the night. I got into an escalator to come down to ground floor<br /><br />7-Nov-2001<br />May be 5 in the morning.<br />I again pressed the G button to get to the ground floor. Once the escalator reached ground floor, I again pressed 4 to go the 4th floor. Then again G to ground floor. Probably the count must have reached more than 1000. I spent the night in escalator moving between different floors. <div><br /></div><div>May be at 8 in the morning.</div><div>Once my parents are in, I am asked to go home to take some rest. Wait. :) Do you think I will do what my parents asked me to? Nah. I am back to hospital again. </div><div><br /></div><div>At around 5 in the evening.</div><div>We all know that time is creeping and we are expecting the new comer any time now. Amma asked me to go to a shop near by to get some dress for the new comer.<br /><br /></div><div>Later tonight, over 11.</div><div>She came out with wide open eyes. Her eyes were filled with the black cornea. And she was wrapped into the newly stitched dress. Her first dress was not purchased. Rather stitched by me.</div><div><br /></div><div>HariPriya says "Hello World!"<br /><br /><br />Name - Haripriya<br />DoB - 07-Nov-2001<br />Parents - VeeraPrathap, AnuRadha<br /></div>Truthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5774032536672957046.post-52233488283896329012008-09-28T14:21:00.001+05:302008-09-28T14:34:16.614+05:30Who is AnishHis details are kept secret, or rather unknown, when this post is being writtenTruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15923847178115198922noreply@blogger.com1