amma

This write up is not about Mrs.SrinivasaRao P.N. but about Mrs.Shyla.S.Rao who has emerged from the shadow of her husband and come to her own. If one were to ask me about my mother as Mrs.SrinivasaRao she was like the water, which is apparently without force, but its own quiet strength can carve a mountain. She was the sense of practicality in my dreamer father; she let him fly by keeping the nest secure.
If one were to capture the character of my mother Shyla.S.Rao in an Asterix comic it would be difficult to choose between arachnia(spider) looking at the massive network of friends and family she has nurtured like a the intricate delicate web of the spider, or Formecia to honor her continuous hard work. Delegate is a word that does not exist in her vocabulary
Sometimes I wonder how she adjusted from a nuclear family in Delhi as the daughter of Mr. Krishna Rao a govt. servant and his wife Parvati to a rural joint family.
Life as the wife of an eminent ophthalmologist would not be simple, it meant being prepared for guests 24/7. It meant a large extended family. It meant single parenting to a large extent. She did it all dutifully.
A large chunk of energies went to her school, I assume she must have been as meticulous there too.
Her grandchildren Tanvi, Jahnavi, Madhav see her as out going, energetic, and hardworking and a great cook. While granddaughter Manasi thinks she is the best story teller and playmate that a 5 yr.old can have. My brother Shantaram, who is now in the states, sees her as his best friend, philosopher and guide. His wife Archana agrees with him, but she also knows that amma can be relied on for a good healthy gossip session.
To me she has handed the superwoman cape fortunately, it is too battered for use.
I’m glad she has found like minded friends, who love traveling, socializing and growing learning new skills. I would welcome it if you have another face of my mother to introduce to me.

why do i blog?

now and again i wonder why do i blog?
may be because, i know a thing it is a temptation ot show that I know that thing, to talk about it. it is not give information, its not that i am paid for that information, its just to show how important I am.

dwani

The sound of silence is deafening
This a quote from someone, unfortunately I can’t remember who. Is it really so?
Mein aur mere tanhayi aksar bateein karte hain
Listen to the music in nature, the poetry by swati thirunal sounds so real. The percussion sounds are minimum. In the harmonious symphony of nature, percussion is an alien beat hence it is used in hunting and war.
But are we ever without noise intrusions, forget mundane uncontrollable like the sound of vehicle horns, or the washing machine running. Even the so called music that we play on our electronic audio systems is intrusive.
The palpitation induced by the current apology for music numbs our emotions and helps to tune out from our fears and realities of life. Though to a certain extent it might be helpful, it also prevents us from healing.
For without the veil of the noise shield we discover ourselves, we find our scars and set about healing them.
Suniye kya kehti hai koyaliya
Mein to piya ke sangh chali

swagat

is theater terminology, to depict a charecter who is voicing his/her internal thoughts, its also an indication of introspection.