Happy New year

To all,

Happy new year to you all. May this year bring all your wishes true.

Premalatha and Balan.

Merry Christmas

Hi Visitor,

This is for you.

Merry Christmas.

This was the white christmas we had in Scotland in the year 2004. The person in the above picture is a friend of ours. you can see him going crazy in the next picture.

The moon (or was it the sun?) so poorly in the following one.

Our friend did a nice job of shaking our picture. It is Balan and I in the following picture.

Merry christmas and Happy new year.

Four Girls - Don't know what it is.

Meena

I look around. Hope no one noticed me. Just a quick look back down the road. Yeah. I see his legs. He is still following me. He doesn’t live in my street. To his home, there is another straight route. But he still comes in this route. Also I see him waiting in that corner and following after me everyday after school. I go to my teacher’s house for tuition. I am bit relieved that he doesn’t follow me to my home or anywhere near my area. I don’t know how exactly I feel about it. I certainly do not like it. I am not that type of girl you know. But I still feel excited when I see his legs following me. I cannot stop my head turning around to look for his legs when I approach that corner where he waits for me and then follows me. One day I didn’t see his legs. That made feel little, how should say, not exactly upset, not exactly sad either, certainly confused and wanted enquire, Oh that might be right, I just wanted to know. You know, just my enquiring mind. That must be it then. It was just my enquiring mind. No, I recognise his legs and feet very well actually. I know his hawaii slippers. Slightly worn and faded a little. Not too bad you know. I like the fact that he is not wasting money on buying new one, when this old one is still in good condition. He is the right sort of guy for a good family. I know his family. They are good people. He studies well too, I have heard. Well, not too bad, actually. Grades in his class do not necessarily mean good character, do they? Sargunam in my class, though is a good competitor for me, doesn’t exactly qualify as a good charactered boy, does he? I must say I feel ashamed to have lost my grades to him in the last monthly test. I made sure I didn’t lose out in the quarterly exam. I came first. I don’t mind losing it to Anandhi. Never to Sargunam. He is an arrogant boy. Doesn’t think girls are any worth. Meeran is fine. He is a good friend of mine. He shows his marks and I show my marks to him always. We exchange notes too. Not a problem. Sargunam thinks he is something really big. He doesn’t answer to any question in the class. It is only in the exams somehow he makes it to good enough marks worthy enough to spy around to get a sneak peek at his marks. I have reached my teacher’s house. Just a quick look back. I smile to see those slippers guarding those feet resting at the corner seeing me off for today. Bye bye for today.

-------------x-----------x-------------x-------------

Preethi

“Hey, run, run”. Raji is shouting. “We are going to miss the bus otherwise”. Bus arrived right in time. We had to really rush to get in the bus. It is alright today. Doesn’t look too crowded. Did do a sneak peek back to see if he is there today too. He always waits there. Purple tinted white shirt. Must bee regal blue his mother uses. Momma’s boy. Does your mother know your this particular routine? He is quick too. He always is. He has boarded the bus too. He always does. Raji doesn’t know anything about it. Haven’t told her. Is there any significance in there to tell her? I don’t think so. I am not that kind of girl you know. It is just that after all someone boards the same bus. No; actually it is not his regular bus. I found that out when I saw him waiting restlessly the other day when I missed this bus. Yep, I did not miss to note his smile with relief when he saw me little later that day. Ha. What do you think I am, I am not any less smart, am I? One day when Raji was off, I got down at the same stop as his. I know. He was puzzled. Didn’t care. I went to the florist and pretended as if I was buying something. Then I followed him. He took next bus that took him back to his regular route to go home. I know what you are going to say. Hey, it is me remember. I know what I am doing. Nope. I am not that kind of girl. Don't try to confuse me. Nope it is not what you think. It is just I want to know what is going on around me, that is all. That is all it is. Oh; it is my stop. I have to get down here. See ya Raji. I wave. She waves back. What was that my tuition teacher told me? Lemme check my after-school notebook. Father has taught me well. He is very organised you know. I take after my father, they all tell me. I am the rettaivalu of my family. Aha, it is history today. Thank god. There is no homework for history. Ok. Bye bye for today. Sorry teacher I am late today. I rush in to my tuition class looking for a place to sit.

-------------x-----------x-------------x-------------

Ritu

Wassup! Giggling.. It is me giggling. Wassup? He was shocked and went speechless…. Ooohh, exciting.. virgin, are ya, aww, don’t be shy, I only meant flirt virgin. Keep your real (wink) virginity safe. Me not gonna steal it.. ooohhh, shy are we…. Exciting.. giggling… me giggling.. He is a poor nice boy, who has been following me to my tuitions. I go to tuition only to please my father. I hate tuitions. Well, I used hate tuitions, but he has made it exciting these days. I have started looking forward to it. It is kinda exciting to see some nice poor boy thinks that you could be his love of his life. That is funny, ini? It makes my life less boring. That much I can tellya. Today I fooled him by hiding behind the bus stop. He was all waiting for me there. I suddenly appeared from behind and said booh. Ha ha ha. He went all shocked and speechless. Exciting it was for sure.

-------------x-----------x-------------x-------------

Nush

Hello, it is called stalking. Get the fuck straight and you leave me alone, you paki. Fuck.


____________________________________________________________

Tamil version

Previous posts in this series
Pray
Dad's lil girl
Goin out
Play
First solid food
Nights
Born and named

Will change the template later

This is the best I could do now. not 100% satisfied. Will certainly change it later.

I am actually interested in using this template but, want to change the ocean for the goat-village picci I had as header before. I know it was a dark-shade picci, I can play around to bring the tone/color together. But I need photoshop (and time) to add screengirl and goat-village. Until then, it is the "premalatha lookalike girl" is going to be the header-picci. Not that I don't like this picci. It is one of my favs.

PS: the four comments were about my previous header-picci,

which can be found at



and its full picci can be found at



click on the images.

Four Girls - Preethi - Don't know what it is

Preethi

“Hey, run, run”. Raji is shouting. “We are going to miss the bus otherwise”. Bus arrived right in time. We had to really rush to get in the bus. It is alright today. Doesn’t look too crowded. Did do a sneak peek back to see if he is there today too. He always waits there. Purple tinted white shirt. Must bee regal blue his mother uses. Momma’s boy. Does your mother know your this particular routine? He is quick too. He always is. He has boarded the bus too. He always does. Raji doesn’t know anything about it. Haven’t told her. Is there any significance in there to tell her? I don’t think so. I am not that kind of girl you know. It is just that after all someone boards the same bus. No; actually it is not his regular bus. I found that out when I saw him waiting restlessly the other day when I missed this bus. Yep, I did not miss to note his smile with relief when he saw me little later that day. Ha. What do you think I am, I am not any less smart, am I? One day when Raji was off, I got down at the same stop as his. I know. He was puzzled. Didn’t care. I went to the florist and pretended as if I was buying something. Then I followed him. He took next bus that took him back to his regular route to go home. I know what you are going to say. Hey, it is me remember. I know what I am doing. Nope. I am not that kind of girl. Don't try to confuse me. Nope it is not what you think. It is just I want to know what is going on around me, that is all. That is all it is. Oh; it is my stop. I have to get down here. See ya Raji. I wave. She waves back. What was that my tuition teacher told me? Lemme check my after-school notebook. Father has taught me well. He is very organised you know. I take after my father, they all tell me. I am the rettaivalu of my family. Aha, it is history today. Thank god. There is no homework for history. Ok. Bye bye for today. Sorry teacher I am late today. I rush in to my tuition class looking for a place to sit.

Four Girls - Meena - Don't know what it is

Meena

I look around. Hope no one noticed me. Just a quick look back down the road. Yeah. I see his legs. He is still following me. He doesn’t live in my street. To his home, there is another straight route. But he still comes in this route. Also I see him waiting in that corner and following after me everyday after school. I go to my teacher’s house for tuition. I am bit relieved that he doesn’t follow me to my home or anywhere near my area. I don’t know how exactly I feel about it. I certainly do not like it. I am not that type of girl you know. But I still feel excited when I see his legs following me. I cannot stop my head turning around to look for his legs when I approach that corner where he waits for me and then follows me. One day I didn’t see his legs. That made feel little, how should say, not exactly upset, not exactly sad either, certainly confused and wanted enquire, Oh that might be right, I just wanted to know. You know, just my enquiring mind. That must be it then. It was just my enquiring mind. No, I recognise his legs and feet very well actually. I know his hawaii slippers. Slightly worn and faded a little. Not too bad you know. I like the fact that he is not wasting money on buying new one, when this old one is still in good condition. He is the right sort of guy for a good family. I know his family. They are good people. He studies well too, I have heard. Well, not too bad, actually. Grades in his class do not necessarily mean good character, do they? Sargunam in my class, though is a good competitor for me, doesn’t exactly qualify as a good charactered boy, does he? I must say I feel ashamed to have lost my grades to him in the last monthly test. I made sure I didn’t lose out in the quarterly exam. I came first. I don’t mind losing it to Anandhi. Never to Sargunam. He is an arrogant boy. Doesn’t think girls are any worth. Meeran is fine. He is a good friend of mine. He shows his marks and I show my marks to him always. We exchange notes too. Not a problem. Sargunam thinks he is something really big. He doesn’t answer to any question in the class. It is only in the exams somehow he makes it to good enough marks worthy enough to spy around to get a sneak peek at his marks. I have reached my teacher’s house. Just a quick look back. I smile to see those slippers guarding those feet resting at the corner seeing me off for today. Bye bye for today.

Chevaththa puliyangaa (Red Tamarind)

We are going to see the chevaththa puliyanga tree today. Last week kutti brought us some chevaththa puliyanga. It was not sour at all. Very sweet and, my gawd sooo red. I applied on my lips. We all did. It did not stay, but we had it until we finished eating the puliyanga, which was until evening, btw by the way. We all were giggling and running all over the street. Kutti has promised us to show the tree today. So today we are going to see the chevaththa puliyamaram (Red Tamarind tree) and going to get sooo much chevaththa puliyanga for us. It will last for days. We all will have lipstick on for days, this time. Mother was complaining when she heard about our mission. Kutti took responsibility for all of us. She knows this area, she goes there to collect grass for the cattles her family owns. She goes to all farms/fields in the west. She said she saw this chevaththa puliyamaram one day, and, she brought some chevaththa puliyanga for us all. Since when our school is closed for summer holidays, I have been exploring east and west. Well, some north and some south too. But it is the east or it is the west, that the stretch is very interesting.

“Do you know about the seven virgins?, that one, is virigins’ woods, they say”. Kutti showed me the other bank of the gully. Looks ghostly to me. Scary. There are seven stones standing erect. “What is the story”?. “Well, I don’t know the complete story, but they say when there were heavy rains up in the mountains, water came roaring down the gully, which carried the girls who were harvesting and collecting grass for their cattles. They went straight to heaven. People from the village saw that and they erected stones here to remember them and to worship them". Hmm, I nod. Looks ghostly. I know the rains. They are capable of such thing. I have seen the gully full, washing away the huts and small houses that existed on the banks. Whenever it bore full we got holiday, as we have to cross the gully to go to school. It is the same gully there, by my school. Small but same water. In the west it looks magnificent. It is small and like a vaikkal close to school. But same water they say. “So, they worship the dead? Do they do puja here like in temple”? “No. They do puja alright, but not like in temples. Only once in a while”. Looks true. The stones have dried garlands.

“Ok, let us run for some distance”. “okKKEEEYYYYY”… we run. “Let us see who touches that tree first”. we are running, and hearing the instruction from kutti. “Which tree”?, we still are running…”that tree” we still are running..” which that tree”? we still are running… Kutti is athletic. She is running ahead of us all and she stopped by one tree and said, “this tree”.. huh u huh u huh u… breathing heavily.. “that is cheating”.. “No it is not, it was me in the front anyways”.. “I will be the one who decides next time, let us run baAACCKK”.. “you idiOOTT, COME BACK”, I stop running and listen. “The whole objective of running was to reach the west soon. Running back east, what are you trying to achieve”? Focusing on an objective is never my strong point is it? Anyway, we all follow kutti. "Look there is a shop. Let us buy some thenmittai”. After a long stretch, there is a shop. “This is the last shop, so we have to buy whatever we want before we go”, Kutti the knowledgeable behind the mission, lets us know the information at this point.

Oh boy, so many questions that woman asked. Last shop you see. We couldn’t afford to skip. We had to reply all her questions. We needed our thenmittai. I love thenmittai. It is juicy, semisolid and sticky inside, but crunchy outside. Pink in colour. We love it. I don’t like viral appalam (like hoola hoops) . Many like it. I don’t. We bought some anyway. We run again.

“Let us go to the Gounder thottam and drink some water”. Yep. We are in there now. There he is, shouting.. “We are just drinking some water goundare” Kutti shouted back. “Who is that?” “It is me, Kutti, goundare”. “Ah, you, is it. Ok. Who are they”? “My friends. We are going to see chevaththa puliyamaram”. “Oh no. That area is very lonely and you girls shouldn’t go there”. “I go there everyday goundare. The grass there is lust green and healthy. I get good harvest there. I go there everyday. That is how I know where the maram (tree) is”. “You poor girl” “We have many bulls and cows, you know that don’t you. We have to feed them you see. Poor those cows and bulls. If I don’t get good green grass they will have to eat rice-hay or cholam stalk. Very dry you see. They love it when I give them some green grass. One of our cows, the black one with white patches on its face, it has given birth to a calf you see. Small little fella. He just loves to eat green grass. I give him very young/tender grass. I keep it separate for him. I cannot let him eat dry straw or cholam stalk”. “Take care of yourself girl. Take some older women with you when you go there”. “Are you mad? If I go with other women, how will I get good harvest day after day? If those women who sell grass start going there, it won’t last for a day. Am I mad to let everyone know that area”? “Take your mother with you at least. Take care of yourself girl. It is a very lonely area”. “I know. But, my mother has to cook at home you see. If she comes with me then how will I get hot food when I go home”? “I can never win you, can I”? He laughs. We drink water. “Stay there. I will be back in a minute”. Gounder asks. OK. He disappears for a minute. When he comes back, he has few papayas. “Take it. Nice and ripe, take it”. “Thank you goundare”. We thank and depart.

The dreamy chevaththa puliyamaram is not exactly in a pradaise looking place. It is by the bank of a dry sandy gully. A farm on the other side. Thin, like a old lady. It looked sad to me. A lone tree. Well there are several karuvela trees there. But, only one chevaththa puliyamaram. Taller than all other puliyamarams I know. Little difficult to climb, but we have experts in our team.

We came back home with a bag full of chevaththapuliyanga and few papayas that was left after catering our hunger. We also brought few roses from another farm. Mother was complaining that I might get fever the next day. I thought it was worth it, even if it is typhoid that I am going to get tomorrow, it was worth it.