Sambar a day can keep the hubby away

Rushing back from office I went to kitchen , was already late for the evening meals.I washed the dhal and kept for 2 whistles to fly by.Hurried with the veggies and thought to lie down for a while.That cost it ,slept about half an hour .

Result: A burnt dhal

Absent mindly , I put the veggies along with the powders,cooked the sambar. After tempering ,I laid the table for dinner.

Hubby and his friends started their dinner,the burnt smell gave a thumbs up for them to tease me .I waited for a while for them to be quiet.no avail ,that teasing lasted for 2 days, from home to office and even every occasion where am present.

Now the after effects of burnt sambar ,am so pissed with my hubby doesn't look eye to eye.

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FIrst impression is the best impression!!!

Every girl dreams of a peacefull married life and imagine when this turns upside down.My hopes came shattering down when I got the blasting from my father in law for sitting in the living room of a relative's house.In this 21st century , he says ladies are not allowed to sit there , place reserved for men.

I felt tears stinging at the back of my eyes, brought up in a very modern outlook ,this was intolerable.Pouring my heart to my hubby,I asked him why his father is behaving like this. Answer which I got was a deadly shock.What his father told was right,was the answer!!!!
I looked at the man standing next to me , wearing the branded shirt and a baggy jeans was a real village cougar.

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Working in a Hell in Kuwait

An unwanted rule by the kuwait govt stating that its illegal for people on family visa to work for 1yr, made me opt for a job in my hubby's company. Kuwait cost of living was too high with hubby's salary we were living neck to neck, hence had to jump into this decision.

Salary of meagre 250kd was that they had offered and as it is a temporary job, I never bothered about it.As a month passed by the HR starting showing the true colours. Any national Holiday ,my salary for those days was deducted .It seems I will be paid only for the days I attended and they gave an extra salary for friday and saturday which was weekly off here.

After a few fights back I accepted it .After 2 or 3 months tenure and they threw me out of job saying ,that thEy dont want me here any more as my job is over.Looking at the pile of pending works in front of my table ,smiling in my heart I went home.

After 2 weeks they called back asking me to rejoin.Due to my visa status , I had no other option of a getting a better job came back to the same pit.This time HR had another tailor made plan,my friday-saturday salary was deducted but the daily wage will be calculated with the 30 days of a month i.e my salary landed to 150kd per month.

Insults over Insults was my life in its beginning stage at kuwait and am standing helpless.

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Mata Amritandamayi- New news from Hell

Suresh Ammavan, an ardent follower of Amma had told me so many stories ,I mean facts that happened in his life due to mata amritandamayi.He says she has the cure for all his mishaps (he had a devastating bus accident few years earlier), his new job, his happy family life etc.Following his steps I went to meet amma on a sunny day in May 2010 along with my cousin. Hell lot of people were assembled there due to her tight schedule of just 2 days at Kochi ,we got token for darshan at around 2 am .

Reaching the grounds on the previous day at 9 am ,spending all the day and right through the night ,I was exhausted but excited to meet her.Watching all the calm and peacefull atmosphere I felt somethings are fine here at someplaces in the world.So much people together and not a wee bit of commotion was a good sight to the eyes and music to the ears.

Sitting in the gallery watching amma and also singing with her, we spend most of the day.Ammavan was telling some experience when he had visited Amma with his sisters.My aunt was 70% deaf and during her embrace of amma ,she was able to clearly hear what amma was saying.My mother was kneeling just behind kunjamma but she couldnt hear a word what was said.After alighting from the stage , she asked my mother 'did you hear what amma told me'.my mother blinked and told 'did she tell you something'.Kunjamma just giggled and replied 'yes' with a twinkle in her eyes.This was astonishing since we had to scream so much to make ourselves audible to her.

Another incident was my uncle in his another previous visit had stared at amma thinking of the cost of saree she wore.As if reading his mind she gave a stare at him from nearly a long distance and at once he came back to his senses.

Standing in the queue for her embrace ,I watched the gracefull Bharathnatyam by a young African girl dedicated wholly to Amma.Nearing Amma, the volunteers wiped my face so that my sweat does'nt dirty mata. I knelt down for her embrace and she just hugged me saying "ponnumole,ponnumole". I was suprised as after which I felt so many tensions relieved with that hug .Giggling with my cousin we climbed down the stairs and headed home.

But yesterday, when I went through Gail Tredwells Book Holy Hell: A Memoir of Faith, Devotion, and Pure Madness,I am not able to come in terms with what was written in it.Was my experience of happiness simply a day dreamers misconception.Was amma so cruel and betraying . With a sense of full confusion ,I stopped reading the book half way through and closed my eyes praying what Gail wrote should never be true.

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