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Until words find me again…

I find my self struggling to write nowadays! It is not as if things are not happening, or there are new things we experience and I should keep… it is all of this, yet, I am struggling… So I leave myself pictures and notes on them which I don’t want my fading memory to forget. Until words find me again…. There is a new craze in this house… or may I say, there are two new crazes – golf (which I don’t have a picture off) and grilling.  I happened to gift Hanu a grill on our anniversary and trust me, nothing takes over our weekend than getting the fish/prawn/chicken ready and marinated, the fire burning with camphor, petrol, coal, paper, wood…(so we get the picture) and ready to grill. As I write this, my entire family has gone our on a rainy Sunday evening in search of coal. So you see, anything that is done is either done in totality or not at all… This one is in totality. But hey, who is complaining, I get the most awesome grills every weekend in the comfort of my own home.  Now coming to Golf. Its Hanu alone. The man has passion for everything he does. Something I admire and lack in myself. So we have two golf sets at home, shoes to match, caps to match and many balls along with rungs that have almost become tatters in the house. Why? Because our man likes to practice. I am sure to write more about it in the future. Just to add the awww factor: Panu to his betu “Betu, you no place the golf course!” Translated to normal language “Papa, stop practicing at home with your golf stick” Happy 6th Anniversary to us! There is a reason why I have put this particular picture. Its us and only us! But when we are there he can’t be far away…. right! He is there somewhere in the background. Represented by his dahi chawal, which we obviously have done a lousy job to finish and given up after trying the nth time. Its a moment we take for ourselves, without being his parents, but being what ever we are for each other. It is needless to say, that it has been an amazing 11 years together. As time passes by and I look through old snaps, and the newer ones, I notice that this hasn’t changed. the glee in our eyes, the togetherness, the love, the warmth… it is still US, as it always will be. (With the little ones around!) My Ma! The one constant always… There are no words for her, except, I love the way she radiates in everything she does.  The perfect harmony.  Have a hap, hap, happy diwali! May good luck and cheer be yours all the year!  The edited version customized by nanta for panu took a life of itself! It is a beautiful adaptation. 

I guess words did find me… after all with a little help!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Our musical love story..

I’ve been wanting to write this from quite some now, framing things that I most definitely want to include and exclude (!), but time, god dammit, was just not helping me in any which way. So here I am trying to take a ride from Old Madras Road back home and attempting to write about…Music and it’s impact on me so far….. trust me it’s a life saver in many ways, which I will explain below 🙂

I’ve never really been “into” music like mummy or hanu. I am, by the way amazed how two of the most important people in my life, who never came in contact or had any influencing power on each other can have such similar tastes in music… maybej it was meant to be. Maybe he was meant to meet her and become her son. Awwwww!. Well coming back – So yes, I would listen to my mum’s Eagles, Bettles, and some other very “cool” bands but never developed a taste or want of it. Sure, I listened to our hindi stuff and thought of how I would have played the heroine, lip syncing, etc (well only sometimes) but didn’t have a passion, if I may say so, for it.

My earliest memory, if I sit now and think of is when we were in Crem (!) and I would put off the lights in the hall room and listen to “Love is in the air” – did I ever mention that my ideal guy had to have that man’s voice and be a lefty (Got one of the two criterion right… well life is not perfect) Coming back now… (I don’t know why I am drifting away, but then that’s the fun) I would listen to folks send in thier requests and play all the love songs. It was a fun time, me ‘wanting’ to be in love, the voice – having its own impact, etc, etc……

Then hanu and mummy met and they opened up a world of music for me. My knowledge (what ever little there is, is only because of them talking and almost grooving to thier music)… Hanu is a musician at heart. He would write and compose songs when in Mumbai travelling in local trains and sing to me over the phone… I was the editor off sorts.

When panu was in my tummy, I didnt particularly concentrate on him listening to alot of whale no ises (that’s recommended btw), or music in particular. One of the miracles or let’s say it’s the connection between father and son is how he would reacted to “500 miles” sung by hanu. I have mentioned that panu was quite active when inside and miraculously, when hanu would sing this, he would just calm down and in turn, so would I. There were instances, when my poor husband would need to just continue singing it come what may 🙂 Please remember, I was doing the hard work of carrying him ;p …. So this we thought was a tummy thing, but to our wonder when he did actually come and started reacting, he would react in the same way to hanu singing this in person. I think he knew this was his papa from inside and that calmed him, reassured him that his guy was around…. My lil boy would just stare into oblivion listening to his fav guy singing his fav song. Needless to say, I think hanu sings it very, well integrating the english and its hindi copied version very very well. So I think, that was the begininning…. of what I call a musical love story between my son and Youtube, the radio, us singing, etc, etc, etc

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VLeyCX3Em-c

Masakalli is a life saver for our family. I don’t know how but when panu would listen to this ‘one’ song and all his sorrow would literally disappear. This became a tool (much needed) for us, whenever he would cry, instead of concentrating on pacifying him, we would run to the tape, to any of our mobiles and play “the one” song 🙂 and viola (!) he would miraculously become the joyful baby we are all so very fond of. So, Mr. A R Rahman, I am eternally grateful to you… .May all the Gods bless you and may you come out with such impactful “panu” songs!

Such is the musical love story  – wehave  along with Masakali, a no. of others (I am almost embarassed) hindi numbers. He has a wonderfully varied taste… with the marjani’s, he is also fond of the pehla nasha, meri duniya, hey shona (Oh thank god!) .. and all the old nos. It’s so fantastic to see him make intelligent choices from now itself.. Makes me wonder if I have a musical Mozzart in the making… Whatever it be… I am so eternally grateful to music coz it’s obvious that my boy enjoys it alot and thankfully, is following the likes of his nani and papa…
To many more musical notes ahead and many jam sessions awaiting us with panu, hanu and nani

… cheers manna panna 🙂