The Sidam Touch Visitor

 

My sister walks into the door on Fridays and then it is time to look out…

She is a great person and has great talent but this talent seems to top the list. A nice start to a week end. We are comfortably seated on our bean bags after dinner chit chatting and watching our favorite Master Chef Australia and then we can smell something. Something burning badly. We are running from room to room checking what it is about, everything seems to be all right but the smell gets stronger and stronger. We are like dogs sniffing the trail of the smell and it leads us close to the balcony and then we see something dripping and it is the tube light burning. Rush call for help, call the electrician, take down the tube, open the doors and let there be some outlet to the smell.

You might wonder what this has to do with my sister, you will understand as you read on.

After the tube light incident it was one week of no issues and then the following Friday arrives and so does my sister. The evening goes on smoothly we bid an early goodnight as we had to leave to Pondicherry the following morning and so she enters her room and so do I with my son in tow. Suddenly my phone beeps, “Aarti’ka did the current go?”. My mind voice tells, “What happened?” She informs how the fan was working when she switched it on and then became slow and then stopped. She seems to have an electric touch.

The next week end we decided to be precocious so we told her, “no touching switches, we will assist you.” So thankfully all the electrical items were still in working condition and then with a sigh of relief and satisfaction I enter the kitchen to see it being flooded with water. Your guesses are right, my sister had entered the kitchen and the water bubble tap refuses to close.

We have been bullying her since then calling her Miss.Disaster. These are just a series of coincidence but it is funny to see them happen when she is around. In comes the pretty looking babe and out goes something in the house. Is it that her artistic fingers are not meant for regular usage, will wait and watch in the weeks to come! Beauty with the ultimate touch is what we can describe her.

The Man of My Dreams

One Sunday morning as I go up the escalator in Chennai trade Centre in Chennai, I see a man wearing a blue striped shirt saying “Hi” to us. I was skeptical at his reception, though it was arranged that the families will meet. Little did I realize that am meeting the guy am going to spend the rest of my life with and the person who I will be head over heels in love with. It was not love at first sight but you can call it love at first conversation. Within hours we came to know that we had a lot of similar taste though we were very different as people. I decided that I can afford to wave the green flag for marriage as I was sure that he will make a great friend and husband.

We did have our days of courtship which was as usual not only a bed of roses, it had its own ups and downs but it just helped us to know each other better. Sometimes I think that my husband is so amazing that I don’t know if I’m good enough, but I also realize that as I make him happy, it is definitely what I want to be.

Edwin has many sides and layers to him and until and otherwise you know him really well you will not be able to witness the real Edwin. He is basically friendly and helpful but if he decides about something then even the Lord will have a tough time to reason out with him. A happy go lucky guy to the world but emotions run deep and it is not visible to the world. I realised this when his happiness and anxiety was revealed in form of tears rolling down his cheeks when I came out of my labor room. He was just so excited to see me that he broke down. Even people who knew him for years were shocked to see this reaction and I was so happy as it was a kind of confirmation to let me know how much he loves me.

The extra mile he goes to make everyone happy and please everyone irritates me at times but then that is who he is and all said and done I admire it and am proud of it. I have learnt that we should accept each other as we are as he accepts me even with my possessive nature. He has always been there for me and has backed my decisions no matter what they are. As mentioned earlier the similarities we have are too many to list, some of them are the readiness to travel,  watching movies, music, sports and friends. I wish I had more time with him but then am sure no matter how many days he spends with me I will still have this complaint as his company is so great that no number of days or hours spent together seem to be enough. I jokingly tell Edwin that he just doesn’t have a choice other than to live with me as I will never ever let go off him. It is just the way he understands me and my thoughts that amaze me.  After marriage, my sight has become so strong and my instincts so right that I also understand what he wants and where he is heading to.  We have worked great as a team as we realize we are not vying with each other but are there for each other.

As a father he is hands down a winner. I can put up my legs and relax as soon as we step out of our house as Edwin will take over the role of taking care of Dan. He has been more of a son to my parents than a son-in-law. His relationship with my mom is amazing and they behave as friends and the respect he has for my dad is great.

 I have never been in love before but I realize that it is because God wanted me to meet Edwin so that I can pour out all the love I have and make it last for a lifetime. My life with Edwin has given me tons of deepest and happiest moments and I am sure I will have many more to cherish. After all definitely God meant marriage to be part of His happiness plan. Even though Edwin does make blunders at times like break my semi professional camera I still love him till the world’s end.

My Role Models in Life

Parents are the ones who give us good advice and show us the right path. They are angels on earth who are there for us through thick and thin and are proud to see us grow into good human beings. The pat they give on our back is what we look forward to strive for all through our life as that is the best reward we can receive. To maintain a joyful family requires much from both the parents and the children. Both has to become, in a special way, the servant of the others. My heroes will always remain my parents as no matter who we are influenced by the biggest heroes we have seen from close quarters are always our parents. As any child would declare I have been blessed with great parents who have supported me and been there for me even when the whole world was ready to point a finger at me and have a good laugh. They blessed me with the best of everything but did not make me a cripple, they let me make my mistakes learn from them and let my wings gain strength so that I will be able to face the adversities of the world with grace and strength. They also made me understand that human strength would be of no use if I had no spiritual and inner strength. I was given pocket money but also taught the value of each penny.

My appa is a person with many sides. He can be as emotional as a baby but if he resolves his mind against someone, then God save them. I have seen the way he has climbed up the ladder with sheer hard work. Even today after crossing half a century he does not rest. He prefers to be on the run as long as his legs can carry him. His love for the family knows no bounds but at times does not know how to express them. After his parents demise he has taken extra efforts to keep all his five sisters happy. I love to see the way he bonds with my mom’s side, in fact at times he seems to be more in sync with the family than my mom! He is a wonder who is yet to be unraveled completely. The talents he has are too many to list and it might sound as if am boasting but why shouldn’t I be proud of him. His dance skills are still spoken of even after years. I would like to share an anecdote. When Edwin and I got engaged, Edwin’s uncle suddenly walked up to my dad and asked whether he studied in St.John’s in Tirunelveli and when my dad nodded in agreement that uncle’s excitement was visible, and he said, “Wow, you used to be a great dancer, I was your junior and used to admire your dance”. This made me realize how he was remembered even after years. A favourite among everyone, he takes the extra effort to make people feel special. Wonder if I will ever learn tolerance from him as that is a quality I least possess but wish I can cultivate it someday as I know how much my dad has achieved because of this.

My mom is my first best friend. I don’t know how I can write my feelings about her as they are too many. We share everything and she has filled too many roles in my life, a true mentor, friend, philosopher, at times even that of a sibling. Till date tears roll down my cheeks if I have to bid her good bye. She has been there for me at every step of my life and has been my pillar of my strength. She has known all my friends and all the antics we have been up to. She has been kind as well as strict. I still can’t afford to raise my voice against her as I know that I will be reprimanded for it but she encourages a healthy argument so that I can understand the pros and cons of things. I can count on her no matter what I need and she is there for me. She is been patient and listens to all the stories I have to tell no matter how silly they are. A woman of knowledge and a heart made of gold. She has taught me the value of being truthful and straight forward and has taught me that I should be able to face the consequences of being truthful as the end results for being truthful will be the best. She is a woman I admire. Edwin says that we are so much alike and that our thought processes are just the same. It is just that I have spent so much time with her and admired her that we think and act the same way. She has allowed me to enjoy the things I love to do and encouraged me and allowed me to grow as an individual.

I am so proud of my parents and now as I am a parent I wonder how my parents were such great example to me and am striving hard to be a good parent to my son. Thank you apaa and amma for being such great friends and parents. You really mean the world to me. I hope someday I will make you proud of me. Love you both.