All the best Mom

Sometime back,  an well accomplished man told me that there would be day when he would declare that there shall not be any blindness in this world and your Mom would take over"

I tried hard to make sense of what he was telling. You were already at the pinnacle of your career prescribing life saving drugs like Vicks and Paracetamol  to the loyal residents of Villivakkam. With their health and fitness lying squarely on your shoulders, there was no plausible way I could think of how you would pick up an menial task of abolishing blindness in this country. I was trying to connect the points forward and was obviously failing.

But today, as you don the sterilized apron in an endeavor to bring light in the life on Mrs Lakshmi, I can clearly  see the humble beginning of what is going to be an illustrious career in Ophthalmology. It is a matter of time before you become the face of Modern Ophthalmology with your path breaking findings and nimble procedures to eradicate blindness in this great country.

  As always, I take immense pride in being your son

 Luv,

Surya

 

PS : I  thought of checking with Appa if he can be as smart as you and write useful software. But then, I knew the answer very well.... So I did not even bother to ask him....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Priceless Moment...

As I have grown into a toddler with an ever-growing tail, it is becoming increasingly difficult to write to all my lifetime fans. My reader base has increased by 100% over the past week. It was 1 last week and now it is 2J.

After a lot of thought, I have decided to write for a friend whom I hardly remember nowadays. Bang! You are right, am talking about Mr. Vivek, my father. Let me start with a revelation. . For all those who think that he did not have time for me, well the reality is that I was too busy in my wonderful world of eating, sleeping and of course playing that I hardly miss him. So, please don't feel guilty dad. ;)

Well for today, I just thought of diving into my father's mind to figure out what special feelings he has towards me. While am famous for lot of cute stunts, I wanted to check out what this enigmatic man thinks about me. I was especially interested in finding out what was that one moment that he treasured the most.

Going through the labyrinth of many worthless and few wonderful memories, I found one not so special incident has indeed left an indelible mark in his mind. For a moment, I was proud of my father and thought of sharing this with all my readers.

It was one of those rare Saturday afternoons when my father was at home. Bhuvana akka had come the same day and hence I was engrossed playing (should I tell fighting) with her.  In spite of not being a great fan of toys, am not too keen in sharing my toys with Bhuvana akka. However, that Saturday was drastically different. Unlike the usual routine where I wouldn't let her touch my toys, I was happy to share them with her. I indeed gave her my favorite building blocks and watched her construct a wonderful house. Totally delighted, my father hugged and kissed me. 

Am sure many would agree with me that this is not an extraordinary event to be tagged as a treasured moment. What puzzled me more was that, even now, the vivid memories of this incident brings an unusual sense of joy on my father’s face. Only after deeper inspection did I realized that my rare exhibition of joyously sharing my things with others has made him tag that moment as a treasured one.

Two things are quite certain.  One, this priceless moment as tagged by my father is going to have a profound impact in my outlook towards life. Two, my father can be rest assured that "Giving & helping" is my innate nature and there are many more such incidents waiting in store for him....

Good lord, I have written too much for today.  Before I sign off, it would like to admit for a change, am indeed missing you. Looking forward to meet you!

Height of overconfidence ...

It was a wonderful weekend which culminated with stroll in the Anna Tower Park on Sunday evening. My schedule does not change much between a week day and weekend except that I get to spend more time with my lovely mother….

What made the weekend even more special is that I was thrilled to see my Chittapa taking baby steps towards starting his own academy for dental students. Given that he is sharp and smart (unlike my father) am sure he's going places. Congrats Chittapa and all the best for your endeavors.

To what was an already near perfect weekend, my father's overconfident blunder only served as an icing on the cake. I could not resist sharing it with everyone. After spending a wonderful day at my girlfriend’s place (wondering who??? of course I meant Achu. I'm already unhappy that my father gets to spends more time with her than me. ), he decided to leave. His plan was to go to office, finish of unending list of tasks and then go home.

So, my highly respected Mani mama, my all-time favorite Rajee Athai and he started from Gants Hill and got into the tube. Once into the tube, my father informed Mani mama of his plan to get down to get down at Stratford and catch the jubilee line to Victoria. With a queer face, Mani mama told that he is doubtful if jubilee line would not go to Victoria. My father without a trace of doubt gave a silly look to Mani mama and was wondering as how Mani mama managed to be there in London without knowing this.

On reaching Stratford, the lovely couple and my father parted ways. My father got into the Jubilee Line with the hope that he is all set to go to Victoria. In spite of sitting comfortably right in front of the tub map, his over confident mind blinded him looking into the mistake he is about to commit. It was only after reaching waterloo did he realize that the tube does not go to the Victoria. Cursing his over confidence, he evaluated his options and decided to get down  at Westminster to catch the district line to Victoria. In spite of the blunder, he was momentarily proud of his ability to recast his plan quickly only to realize that the district line was closed for planned tube upgrade.


Given the very limited options he had, he walked from Westminster to Victoria pondering as whether he would improve at all.   Given my father's track record, I'm not too optimistic of him changing overnight. I only hope that my father proves me wrong. While the whole incident is innocuous, what I want to highlight is how overconfident he is on many an occasion.  Signing off,

PS : By the by, dad, just in case you did not realize, my lovely fans have named you "A.K" just for this....