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Good Morning Putti. When is the flight dear? have a safe trip to Delhi and back. The traffic there drove me nuts.

Originally posted by: moonwearer

Good Morning Putti. When is the flight dear? have a safe trip to Delhi and back. The traffic there drove me nuts.

I was there in September and found some pockets as bad as Bangalore.
October's Pune visit no better too...so was Coimbatore and Chennai...i wonder if we must be reconciled that all out metros and T1 cities arecrowded and traffic snarls are normal. You might get respite from the rain. Woolens are already  out for me this year.

PUNJABI PAIYAN

Andha Punjabi paiyan Ishitha vay rumba padutharaan

Avalai mattume gavanithu avalidam mattume pesi

Avalai vida marukkiran. Roja kuduthu kannal pesi paduthi

Aval roomil pugundhu ondrarai mani irundhu modhiram potta dairiyathil

Avvalaye suthi, Avaludan Jaipuril irundhu

Pidivaadham pidithu avalai ennidam irundhu parithaan

Aval vandhaal avalai pin thodarndhu vandhu avalai ennidam irundhu kavandhu selgiraan

Vandhuvukku parindhu Annavai kooti sendru gavanithu Shravuvai keduthu

Aadikkam seluthugiraan. Madhuvukkum ippo avanai pidikiradhu

Parindhu avanukkaga pesugiraal

Ishitha politics vivadhipadillai, vellaiyil eppadi gavanam seluthuvaal

Parisil irundhu Kuzhandhai thaniyaaga vandhaal

Thirumbavum avanuddan irukka yaridamum sollamal sendral

Sariyana moradan ivallum avanai sutrum pithaga ullal

Periyavarum ivalai azhaithu sendrar vandhar

Aalum ambum pottu ivallai nerukki than pidiyil vaithirukkan

Bala evvolavu chamatthu payan en pollave irukkan

Ivallukku ippadi oru pesadha moradan kidaithadhu vidhi

Translation of the lines above

PUNJABI LAD

That Punjabi boy troubles Ishitha immensely

He attends only to her speaks only with her

Doesn't budge from her side. With his baskets of roses and speaking with his eyes

Barging into her room and staying there for an hour and a half

He dared to give her a ring, hover around her all the time, followed her to Jaipur

Stood his stance and usurped her from me

Whenever she vists he tags along or follows soon

Soon he snatches her away from me

He eased things for Vandhu at work, organizes the care for Anna by taking him away too Spoiling and pampering Shravu to the core he dominates and rules the roost.

Madhu too dotes on him and argues on his behalf

Ishitha no longer debates politics, her professional aspirations have taken the back seat.

He sent her alone from Paris

Soon she went back without informing any of us

He is such a terror and she madly winds around him

That old man too accompanied her back and forth to Paris

Engages men to cook and wait and strangles her freedom

The boy holds her like a captive

Bala is such an adorable boy emulates my ways and we are so akin

This draw of being wedded to a silent terror is poor Ishitha's destiny

 

Shri Shri Vishwanathan Iyer captured in essence brilliantly by Sri 😃 .

Appa prodding his kozhandai to get the punjabi paiyyan to interact with the 'Qualified' Venkat. Credit to mile a minute yapping II to let that comment of appa's pass.
Don't I love situational comedies 😆 . Mr. Iyer, let it be sirji.
On second thoughts, well, one can't fault the man for trying! 😃 😳

Sigh!Mr. Iyer and the dude just belong to different galaxies. This is tough.

Obliterated yet obvious

Periappa was going to be picked up before lunch on Sunday

II and R&B were invited to arrive after 6 PM on Sunday, after the Rahu Kaal (4:30-6 PM), for the ceremonial entry for the first post wedding Deepavali

She spoke with Sam to get updates about Shanti Niketan's

Manya did not call, II stared at her Contact detail and finally didnt...

100s and thousands (well almost) of boxes arrived at home on Saturday, in a truck
Dryfruits, mithai in cold storage, and silverware and a few boxes of gold jewelry even

Imad showed up at the door, as II strolled to the front patio on a rainy Sat morning, he husband was asleep
(Whats new? thinks the author)
She had shaken, squeezed and prodded with no success, he had tossed and turned and tossed and turned and each time she had woken up and held his face and kissed his forehead

Given him many quiet finger kangis... and watched him fall asleep around 3 AM

"Ezhundukko daaa" please" (wake up) she cooed at 10 AM...

He had made her sing a Tamil song and a Hindi song, listened to both and went back to sleep

Mahavir knew what it was and where it needed to be stacked the freezer was plugged in an annexe by the kitchen

She watched them stack and took a tin of rasgullas from the stack

Walked to the kitchen and served herself some, it was authentic Chittaranjan Mistan Bhandar, Shyam Bazaar

When Appa was in Industry Ministry for a project he went to TISCO and stopped over at Calcutta

It tasted EXACTLY the same

Triggered by the sweet, she turned on the stove and made chakli/murukku and milk cake in the next couple hours
She fed Periappa in between, the rains continued to lash, she hit the lights in all the rooms...she hated a dark gloomy house

Ranjan returned from wherever he was, picked up a spoonful of the white ball and shoved it in his mouth

"Kehna mat kisi ko" he winked

"Waise maine 4 khaaya main kisko kahoongi Dad? Dad waise ginkar mangwaye?" she asked softly

Her husband walked in as Ranjan's face expressed the deepest disapoointment at her Q
He watched curiously

"Appa would go there, I mean he went once, Amma still has that dabba for storing something in the kitchen, like an old antique thing" she explained

"Betaji aap kaho na, poori dukaan yaha par lag jaaye Dilli mein" he said grimly

She stared at her toes and nodded

"I " (took without asking?)

"Kehna vi nahi puttar" he warned

she smiled

He slowly let go of his anger and smiled

"Kya banaya?"

"Milk cake and chakli" she said shyly twisting her apron into a rope

She wore another pair of blue jeans and a baby pink cashmere sweater and an apron that said "Kiss up to the cook"

She gently covered the kiss with her braid, so Ranjan couldnt read

He read and pretended not to have

Ranjan took what she made in a plate...  "Imad ne aana tha" he said

"Oopar hain"

"shaam ko dono chaley jaana dene" he said firmly

R&B's espresso squealed  "ARE U SERIOUS?"

He poured himself some

"Dekho... ghar par Diwali aur chirag ab jala hai" Ranjan teased

"Sam ke ghar?" she asked

"sam Chache ke yahan, do chaar MP MLA haingey... aur woh Industry, Export Promotion agencies, IT

He was still looking at his phone, her husband wandered over to where she was, she pulled her milk cake away from his reach,
he grabbed one and went out to bring the newspapers from the lounge

"Eat your breakfast at 2 PM" she mocked

"IT aur Industry Ministry main chala jawanga" Ranjan removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes and yawned

"Khichri aur chaar tareeqe ki chutney hai, khana lagoon, aap kha aaye?" she asked softly

"De de beta" he smiled and yawned

"Soye nahi?" she asked him

"Nahi gudiya" he admitted somberly

A tense silence swirled in that kitchen for a few minutes
She knew both sides of the story now... the precarious tumultuous unease the two men suffered
 through the night, the reticent husband and the judicious repentant? Dad
Reminiscing happier Savvy-ly? managed Diwalis

II was here now... but Savvy still held them both... one hand each?
She was as invisible, as the connect between the men on most days

II felt a lump in her throat

She served him lunch, and made eggs for her husband...

I KNOW I KNOW
APPA WILL KILL ME
BUT APPA DOESNT KNOW
SOMETHINGS HE SHOULDNT
HES HAD A BAD NIGHT
I CANT ASK HIM TO EAT TOAST OR POHA

"Dad aap kal ghar chalenge?" she asked serving Ranjan some cranberry chutney

"Na jee na, Diwali pehli aap dono ki, jao aish karo bache" he grinned

"Maine Appa ko keh diya aap bhi chalenge" she lied

He looked shocked at first

"achha?"  Achhaaa?" he asked letting the joy sink in

"Abhi Appa ko bura lagega" she lied again

"Mr Iyer is a noble man" Ranjan said his tongue darting out to moisten his lips, as he held his trembling lips together

Unable to say a word, deeply moved by his DIL's generosity

He was truly believing he would go to work and distribute gifts, and go to bed...

"Phir tey saara kaam late ho jaana hai betaji" he recalced enthusiastically

He ate and went up

"Amad nu khilaya khana betaji?" he asked pausing by the door way

She nodded


Her husband turned to her

"Looks like someone got creamed" he bend down and licked a crumb of milkcake fron her collar bone

She stiffened  "I thought he must have counted"

"u need to quit thinking" he nipped her ear punishingly, and kissed her as Mahavir entered to stack Periappa's empty dishes

Minion didnt look and R&B didnt care

"Likewise" she muttered solemnly(SAY IT TO YOURSELF😭)

Punjabi Lad was SOLIDD Vidya

Maza aa gaya
TOO GOOD

Good morning everyone!!
Amazing Sri both punjabi lad and jealous one were very good 👏
Hav a safe journey putti
Nisha waiting for Diwali 😊

Nisha