Wednesday, February 16, 2011


Showers of rain...
And warm sunshine...
While the rain bows to the sun outside,
Happy and sad emotions stir up in me 
warming my heart and making me rain!

Friday, February 11, 2011

A year since...

A year since we both signed our names next to each other at the registrar office... Exactly a year!

A decision that has changed our lives forever! 

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Walking music...

yaanai varum pinney... Mani osai varum munney...

Loosely translated into English, it means: 
Elephant comes behind... The sound of the bells, presumably around his neck, comes ahead... 

These days, this Tamil saying seems to suit me the best! V knows wherever I am, by the tinkling of the little bells on my anklets! :)

Many many thanks to Mrs. Kash for getting me this nice gift!!!

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Muscle Joke: Gopal

This muscle joke is not from me. It's from V...

Q: Which state does Gopal belong to?
A: Liquid state!

I am not responsible for the effects of this joke!!! :-)

For readers who are not conversant with Indian languages, Gopal is a male name and one of the interpretations of the name is Cow's milk (Go means Cow, Pal means Milk)

Friday, February 4, 2011

Iron On Transfer and Haste...

I bought some Rhinestuds online and I had wrongly assumed that the transfer paper will also be supplied with them. When the shipment reached home, I was more than eager to try out. But I did not have the transfer paper. I checked for them on online stores but was very reluctant to buy.

Then an idea popped into my head. Why not use the packaging tape that I have for transferring the Rhinestuds onto fabric. Now is where I have to mention how excited I become whenever I get new and/or crazy ideas! All the while an idea is into my head and is not yet put into execution, I keep visualizing how I would do it. And end up not concentrating on my present even when it is work!!!

So, this time when I got a new idea.. that is the idea of using a packaging tape in place of transfer paper... I could not wait at all! I had to try it at once.

So, I placed the rhinestuds on the sticky side of the tape.

Then I placed the tape onto the fabric so that the tape stuck to the fabric.

Then I placed a cotton fabric onto the tape and pressed the iron on it by keeping the maximum cotton setting on my iron.

Then comes the tricky part of peeling away the tape from the fabric. The Rhinestuds stuck. But as you can see below some of the goo from the tape also stuck to the fabric.

But I used a lint roll to remove the goo!!! Yipee I am done..!

But in my haste I did not place the Rhinestuds properly on the tape.. So the pattern is kind-of skewed. But that's okay. Now I know I do not need to buy a transfer paper for my Hotfix Iron-ons!! I am so happy... But of course, next time onwards, I should not be this hasty! :)

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Touching mail..

I must have read this story several times through email forwards from lot of friends... Yet every time I read it, I can't help having a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes... It's so touching! In this times of professionalism and weaker morals, this is truly an inspiring incident... As they say in India: "There is still goodness in this world; that is why we still have rains!"

Here's the story:

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:

'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?'

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'

Then he told the following story:

Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps..

I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.

In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.

In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.

Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that=2 0 a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the  plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.

The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.

The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.

As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over.

The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.

Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.

Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!

Run to first!'

Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.

He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'

Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.

By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.

He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.

Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

 All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third! Shay, run to third!'

As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'

Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team

'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.

Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!