Posted: April 5th, 2007 | Author: Rhea Rajan | Filed under: Grand Parents, Kerala | Tags: Grandfather, Kannur, Selfish | Comments Off on We are going to my grand parents house tomorrow
Everybody is busy today. Or at least they appear to be.
They are packing all the stuff and paying off the bills. I overhear my grand father and my mother comparing the costs of a delivery in Chennai and Kannur. Apparently, Chennai would have been very costly.
My grand father seems to be a good man, he suggested to my mother that if she felt so strongly about the costs…maybe she should donate the money she saved to an orphanage.
But remember…my mother is selfish…she again used me as an excuse. She said: “No, papa…with the baby and all we will need all the money we can have now. Maybe, later…we can look at that.”
A “Yeah, right!” escaped my lips but doubt if anybody heard it.
Why does my grand mother stay with us every night? Doesn’t she have a house of her own? We already find this place cramped.
Posted: April 4th, 2007 | Author: Rhea Rajan | Filed under: Baby Fashion, Kerala | Tags: Father, Kannur, Kerala, Summer | Comments Off on Gosh! I am in God’s own country – Kerala
Check out the sweaty me. Don't even have a deo on me...wonder what the visitors will be thinkng of me. Didn't somebody say, Kerala was God's own country? Besides, can somebody explain it to my parents that hoods are no longer fashionable.
Today, I came to know that I am Kerala. Some district called Kannur.
Kerala seems like a very hot place. Apparently, it is summers and summers are supposed to be hot. I know because I overheard my father and mother fighting…father was saying that if he were back in Yahoo office, he would be happy in an air conditioned space. That’s when mother got angry and started saying that he should have thought of the Kerala weather before asking her to marry him. I found my mother very logical in her approach.
While on the weather, let me tell you about my clothes. I have a boring wardrobe – all whites and all of them linen. No shoes…just socks. My parents definitely don’t have taste. Everything around this place is also white…the walls, the bed sheets, the fan, my clothes…I am bored.
“Give me some pink,” I shouted once, but nobody seemed to have heard it.
I have some bad news as well…my father is going back. He can’t stay with us any longer. I will miss my dad, though he didn’t do anything special for me…besides hanging around the room.
There was talk of ‘bringing home the bacon’..what in God’s name is a bacon?