i wasnt exaggerating

… when i said my house looks like it was hit by a tidal wave.

the wave’s name is baby param.

and the wave’s mum is SO tired…

yet another deepavali post

we thought we’ll take a 10 minute drive to check out the deepavali action in our part of town.

we stayed on for 3 hours….

firstborn in the overalls asks for a balloon

the noise is LOUD. one passerby covers is ears. but to no avail

can babyparam be far behind? he goes upto the clown too

giant speakers at exactly the same spot where a thousand traffic jams occur

tv comperes who told us when to clap…:-)

the crowd that watched…

the mmmim was captured THIS close…and he even came on tv. omg.

these are celebrity comperes here in KL

fireworks closer to midnight

the mmmim’s kind of rockshow… dappankuthu, mayil dance and tonnes of kollywood. he can stay up all night to watch

there’s always a market for bananas. shops are still open for business

firstborn kept hoping we would get him an angry bird balloon. we didnt.

vazhai ellai thoranam. drooped a bit after the loud music

beautiful garlands as always. one of the must-see sights in KL

bilingual festive wishes

the clowns relax after midnight

it’s so beautiful it looks artificial no?

after all that bragging in the last post…

here’s what happened.

firstborn is solving some mathproblems in a workbook. he asks me to correct them. i check a couple here and there… and then there’s this puzzler.

i ask firstborn to fetch me a glass of water and when his back is turned I quickly TURN TO THE ANSWERS SECTION AND VERIFY.

god!

the child is in FIRSTGRADE.

my vadas may have graduated.

but my math is still at kindergarten.

hole-enriched

vada: the singular case of the empty space contributing to 100 per cent taste.

all my efforts since 2.2.2004 were spherical, golden, soft and light but the centre O was glaringly absent…

quantum leap deepavali.

i think an 87 per cent success rate

getting so cocky, i feel like making heart-shaped holey vadas and patenting.

the kl deepavali

this festive season is the one i am not missing home… mostly because it’s very festive here. these are full page ads that came out in today’s straits times.

(i love how different the ads are from what i am used to seeing in chennai)

**i tried to find a link to show you. but the ads dont appear in the online version.**
so my dslr came to the rescue. i think you can click on the ad to see a bigger version.

happy deepavali ladies.

dots curves and lights

recognise the frosted glass tray from the last post?

the first image with flash

and here’s the festivity at home…

dots curves and lights

**

recognise the frosted glass tray from the last post?

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the first image with flash

in a mostly depressing day…

… when firstborn is quoting from vadivelu (i will NEVER forgive the mmmim for permanently watching kaamedy)

there were still a few happies per MiM:

1. i found this flower stuck outside our door. i was ready to believe it was an anonymous gift from our secret admirer…

…and pretend i didnt see that black card stuck in the middle that said it was a corporate promo by our cable TV provider.

bad photo of a lovely flower

is this photo better?

note the neat sip of water the flower gets…

the stem of the flower... beautifully fitted into a vial of water to keep it fresh all day

2. festive season alert

the toranam i made from my favourite mango tree...

i love stringing together this leafy green banner.

of course, the mmmim has guaranteed that it will dry up before deepavali. bah!

3.

pot luck!

apparently a pot needs to be readied and coaxed and coated to get on the fire … else the sambar really tastes like mud.
so. this is one apprentice pot chez the MiM.
high definition sambars coming up next week

4.

deepavali sweets that go crunch...

and therefore a Mim who goes crunch
and baby param who goes crunch
and firstborn who goes crunch…

festive love on frosted glass from a friend

5.

ang pao envelopes. a malaysian tradition of gifting moolah ...

love the pretty peacock feather on the purple one…

email from the bff

the bff is a total nutjob.
climbing the himalayas with three 70 year olds.
writing requests for scholarships while cursing her superiors under her breath( ” give me the f****** money you supreme non-scientific idiot so I can get on wih my life..blah, blah BLAHHH”)

so when i wished her on her birthday, 10 days later she panics with this mail:

Anyways, I just realized I am the worst friend on the planet. I never
wished u on June 16 – Happy belated birthday meri janmo ki dost-

And why do you put up with me?

erm. my birthday was on june 13.

regular interruptions…

…will continue after this blip in programming.

**

was inundated with this meh-feeling

plus

1. baby param started school (which should have given me four hours off and more time to blog…)

2.  and am not troubled by separation anxiety ( which should have really given me four hours off)

3. deepavali is SO happening here in KL. i am reporting the news late. the excitement was on right at navarathri. (exactly how this is related to my non-blogging, i dont know. )

4. i looked at a choc burfi (never met a choc burfi that i didnt want to get to know intimately. this time i only looked. )

5. i have a waist (for the first time 20 years) (could it be because of 4?)

6. my blankness shed its boundaries this afternoon. (@smartassbride: who has mugged 5000o  journals/books and all its contents. stop reading now)

i dont know if it was general vagueness or pinpoint vagueness or nonspecific vagueness.

at this carnival, this babe asked me who my fav actor was.

I said Surya. (wrong. to be precise. and i am precise only in DAMN HINDSIGHT. i like Jeyam Ravi).

well this babe said there’s a prize if i name a surya movie.

further escalation of aforementioned empty memory syndrome. and i only gaped.

I looked at the mmmim ( who is inconveniently, as always, standing 10 feet away ) and he loudly shouted “kaaka kaaka”.

(so now most of Kuala Lumpur knows that the slimmish woman( note how i keep emphasising point number 5) in the yellow chudidar and long hair cant name a surya movie without prompting. (and now the blogworld knows it BECAUSE I BLOODY KEYED IT IN HERE MYSELF)

and so  i repeated kaaka kaaka to the babe in the carnival. and won a prize. and firstborn was in heaven at his ma’s superior prize-winning skills.

@aneela, @Mgm, @neelum: thanks for the pokes