The princess Diaries

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Lifestyle is having a sale and I took Avni along with me for the much needed mother daughter bonding-cum-shopping time. #baddecision.

Juniors footwear section has two racks. One rack sparkling in pink and yellow and the other one with a dull blue-black-brown hue. The invisible sign board reads Girls here and Boys there. I marched towards the blue-black-brown rack with avni in tow. Blue should be the color for my baby girl, Mamma decided. On top of that they go with most of the stuff in avni’s wardrobe. #doublebenefit.

As I picked up couple of shoes to try on my little one, a may-I-help-you-boy comes and politely informs me.

“Ma’m Its for boys.”

I know. The inner wolf in me screamed at the poor thing silently. No pink for my baby, only blue. And Never ever never ever never ever talk like that to a true- blue-feminist.

I put on my ohyoudon’t-know smile and tell him patiently.

“I know. But my baby loves blue. And I am sure it will suit her.”

I turned towards Avni to try out…….oh the horror, look what I found.

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The little one has evidently decided that the chit chat between her mom and mayIhelpyouboy is irrelevant and decided to search for shoes herself. And see what she got for herself… A shoes which has pink, barbie and bling..ha worst voodoo doll of any feminist blue blood.

“kunju, see I have got a blue one for you. Super wow color”. My last attempt.

“Amma..chi chi”. She shook her head.

“Amma.. Chiya…”. She pointed towards the pink shoes making it clear that she has decided.

Those who are gonna see my baby running with these pink shoes on, Let me clarify beforehand. I still do not believe in gender based stereotypes. I just let my baby exercise her free will. Phew #excusesweinvent.

Back to roots

During my last trip home(June, 2015), I went to Edatra kavilamma temple near Kunnapilly. The simplicity and the spellbinding divinity coexist here. As a child, I have been to this temple numerous times with my grandmother. Long back, all the gods and goddesses possessed amazing powers . Its just me, my grandmother and them. We were a team. My faith, my believes, my dreams everything was bound to this trio. Life called me away from home, my grandmother embarked on her final journey from here and they were left behind home. After so long time, outside this beautiful place, I am standing right here feeling like an outsider who is craving to get to back to the lost faith.

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Verukal by Malayattoor Ramakrishnan – This is one of my favorite books during my college days. But the true meaning of the book was still evading me I guess. This temple visit reminded me so much of that book now. The conflict of the outsider in the protagonist with the inherent belongingness in him hits me hard now. After so many years, I understand a book in its true meaning. Its like enlightenment? ha.

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The banyan tree! How many times, I have gone around tree, constantly looking up to see the glimpse of the most beautiful Yakshi, who was supposedly hiding on the top branch. Wish someone could bring back the innocence! When my daughter will be of that age, I am sure she will rubbish it as nonsense if I ever try to tell her the story of Yakshi.  Knowledge kills faith. isn’t it? There are some moments in life when you wish to unlearn many things, unknow(Oh, high time they coin in this word!) many facts and be the content and ignorant self of yours.

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Before leaving the compound, this one caught my eye! I have not seen him before. New guy around the block. Twisted as our lives are!

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My uncle used to tell me, his childhood with his siblings were the most amazing childhood and we are not blessed enough to have one like that. I think I will say the same to my daughter. We had the most amazing childhood ever. During those magical times, this river became my soul mate. My first ever poem, I wrote for her. My childhood was blessed with the long baths in this river. To show my daughter my pride, I took her to my favorite place in the world, Chalakudy Puzha.

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Though her texture changes with time, She is as elegant as before. Swiftly flowing, taking everything in her stride…!

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When everything changes around you, some things hold on to its old charm forever. For me, here gods used to reside during evening. Thulasithara at my grandmother’s place. As the weeds grow their hold on it, the deepam still shines out banishing all dubieties.

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Though your heart belongs home, the sky is so wide and luring! There will always be a morrow to come home.

Review: The Silkworm

The Silkworm
The Silkworm by Robert Galbraith
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Spoilers ahead!

This could be very well be called blasphemy. I did not like it. I did not like my J K Rowling book. That’s all about it. Having devoured in-numerous thrillers,I could smell the culprit with the first introduction itself. The cough and the detailed, may be the over detailed, depiction of the crime scene spilled the beans for me. Cuckoo’s calling never bored me. But this one was a drag mainly because the loose positioning of possible convicts, uninteresting subplots and also a comparatively dull environment of writer’s world on which the story is set. We love authors and their stories. But when it comes to their publishers and their scandals, I hardly care. And to top it of, there is a much of Strike milling about the town. Since I have read the Cuckoo’s calling, the loitering has lost is prominence and has actually become redundant.

The only thread I find interesting was Robin and the blooming of her character. I loved the way the author explores her persona. In fact, I am I can buy the next book, just for her! I would love to read more of Robin the detective. Will go with a rating of 3 for this. May be the author could bring in more of Robin in the third book and win my heart back.

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