Radhika's Diaries

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In my school days, I had one major grouse against my mother. There were many more, but this one was top o’ the list. I always thought she had an easy life with nothing to do all day, except loll around the house eating chaklis or any of the other snacks {that she herself had made incidentally}; while I had to, not only sweat it out at school, but come home and do homework AND swat for exams too! Life is so not fair, I used to think.

Since I’m in such an unexplainably confessional mood today, I might as well tell you that I would sometimes hide those chaklis before stepping out of the house on a school morning, so she couldn’t indulge herself behind my back!

Funnily enough, even today, she still makes those delightful, trademark butter chaklis of hers and waits for us to help ourselves before she tastes them.

At 80, my mom is a bundle of energy and enthusiasm and game for pretty much anything; pressing dozens of chaklis being the least of them.

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Dear Mr. Khan,

Myself Kamalamma from Kunjibettu, Karnataka.

What to tell you Sir? Today full drama in our house. The Mister is stretching out his arms wide and saying, K…K…K…; I am in total tension. You see, I am making drumstick sambar for lunch and I am thinking maybe one stick of drum is getting stuck in his throat. So I am rushing in full speed with glass of water and then I am hitting hard on his back 3 or 4 times so that drumstick will either go inside throat or come out of mouth.

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Myself Kamalamma from Kunjibettu, Karnataka.

It seems somebody is asking long back what is there in a name. I am forgetting who it is but if I am to meet that person now I will tell him that there is too much in a name.

What to tell you people! Ever since Kamala from Chennai is becoming the VP of America, Kamalamma from Kunjibettu is becoming famous. Why? Because our mothers are keeping same to same name for both of us. All people are asking if there is family connection.

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Remember those proverbs we learnt in school? I mean, they taught us and we believed them as Gospel. In our defense, we were just a bunch of impressionable young kids back then, our hair in pigtails tied up in blue ribbons.

I’ve been thinking – about proverbs mind you, not the pigtails – and I strongly feel we may just have been misled on many of them. What took me so long to come to this conclusion you may ask.

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