Friday, April 6, 2012

A Photo Essay On My Mother


Wish you (grand) mother a very happy birthday. We pledge to remain, singularly and collectively, a cause of headache to you in the future like in the past. 
As is fairly evident from this picture, we are a forward looking family. My mother leads us from the back. She is there for us. She keeps the flock together. We love each other. We love you mother.
   
 She sometimes poses for a picture too.
At my sister's wedding.

Another picture at my sister's wedding. My mother has two most charming daughter-in-laws in the world who feed us all so very well (look at our waist-lenght). She is very ambitious, now, she wants a third one.

My eldest brother with rest of the flock.

Mother and her daughter (my twin sister) attend to their morning prayers while her eldest grandson poses for a picture.
Mother is with her youngest grandson who is her playing-cards partner. 
With her two elder grand daughters who are her best friends.





Here with her youngest grand daughter who keeps her busy.

And she loves playing video games!
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Papa and Mummy when we were not around. 



Monday, April 2, 2012

SLUMBERLAND


Lately slumber consumes me gently at most inopportune places. I give in meekly. This can happen at office, parties, at more than one occasion while driving. My slumber makes no discrimination.

But inside my own home, I suffer from insomnia. Now to the extent that my body is started to complain. I suffered palpation one late night that was not nice. It was an anxiety attack. Though, consciously I have dealt with thorny issues of my life fairly well. I guess subconscious mind plays tricks on me.

I got all the medical tests done. Nothing exciting came out of it. The doctor attending to me was perplexed: "Given that you are a scribe for nearly ten years now, you are doing fairly well." He advised to resume jogging and gave some calcium supplements.


 Picture: Julian Parr

I agree with Ernest Hemingway: I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know? Henry David Thoreau dealt with his insomnia in this was: I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark. Well I have a far better idea, attend parties. Parties relax me. I don't mind sleeping in a crowd.

Woddy Allen made a strange suggestion: The lion and the calf shall lie down together but the calf won't get much sleep. But why would the calf lie down to sleep together with the lion?  I am taking it too literally. WC Fields says, The best cure for insomnia is to get a lot of sleep. Well, I didn't know that.



Life is like that. I sleep when I should be partying. I fret when I should be sleeping.