aJCfreak - Dan's Blog

I believe that love lives also in the little things. One can climb a mountain, dive into the ocean, and base jump from the International Space Station, but that is just a single incident in a lifetime spanning thousands of incidents. If love does not live in the little things, then it very well may not live at all. So, here is a teensy-weensy incident. Of love. As a reminder of love in marriage, on Valentine's Day. _________________________________________________________________ I'm a person who dislikes idlies , a South Indian breakfast staple, made from rice and urad dhaal . My wife, on the other hand loves them, so from time to time, we end up having idlies for breakfast. A few years ago, I came home one afternoon to find my wife in a jubilant mood. She had that glint in her eyes, which meant that she had a surprise for me. She drags me off to the kitchen and asks me to taste something - something, the likes of which I'd not seen before. They looked like f...

Our Hero Honda Passion's 'cockpit' After my time aboard the Science Express , I've been trying to get Smitha to ride the bike. The bike is a Hero Honda Passion, with a 100 cc engine - what folks generally term a 'commuter'. I've ridden it over vales and hills, near rocks and lagoons and about 40,000 km in the two-and-a-half years that I've owned it. What I really would love to see, is my darling wife riding it. Confidently. Comfortably. And of course, joyously. As far as the last one is concerned - joy - I am sure she'll find that it comes with the phenomenon of bike-riding. As for the first two, confidence and comfort - I decided to begin building it. One night, I gently coaxed Smitha to ride the bike for about 4.5 km, inside Mysore city. This coaxing took several persuasive words from my part, plus my hands controlling the handlebars from the pillion position behind her. I also acted as her right rearview mirror, and at times, helped her ...

Last time I'd been home , I struck upon the idea of visiting my Periamma (Mum's elder sis) and Periappa (her hubby!) in Vellore as they were down here from Aus . I hadn't seen Periamma since Thaatha (Grandpa) passed away in May 2006. I hadn't been to Vellore since December '05 cos I didn't feel like visiting Periamma after she moved out of the house in the wonderful CMC Bhagayam campus. :( Anyways, a coupla calls to Periamma got me a lil bit of totally-deserved sleep (I missed getting off the train at the right station). A couple more calls found me trying to locate a place called Otteri (which till then I thought existed only in my hometown of Chennai). Then I was home.... Man! What a home. If ever you've lived in CMC's Bhagayam campus and you shift out, this is the place to live in!!! It was really grand. Overall, the trip was good. I had some nice time chatting with Periappa and Periamma - discussing work, life and the Christianity of things. I even...

When you've just stepped into the bride-to-be's ancestral home, and the bride's bro asks you "Would you like to freshen up?" while holding out a towel, it does not mean you take a bath! Cos if you do, then you might end up finding (like I did) that the entire household (yep - extended family included) was waiting for you to finish so that lunch could be served..... Very embracing moment, that! So she's married. And that's definitely a wow. This is the first person within the close circle of friends from College to get married. And what a match, too! Her hub's beyond doubt, the chubbiest tall, good-lookin dude I've ever seen. And they look good together, by all means... This match is made not only in Heaven, but on Earth too ;-) Chk da pic. It really was a nice experience - I didn't understand a word of the entire ceremony. I was actually waiting for " ... in sickness and in health.... in blah and in blah-blah... until death do us part...