I happen to see this video of elephant giving birth and it blew me off. The mother elephant (after delivery) checked the calf which neither breathed nor moved. After several kicks and a quick blow the calf took its first breath to everyone’s relief. In next few minutes the calf stood up and looked perfectly fine. The mother seemed so happy and proud and I almost heard her say “see I have made my child and I know how to take care of it”.
Nearly million elephants are killed in africa during last two decades, that left so many orphans, think before buying Ivory stuff , photo courtesy National Geographic This morning found me in an unusual place, a baby shower function (locally known as “Seemandham”) of my cousin’s wife. Unlike abroad it’s a family function here and I was obliged to attend. Needless to say I was surrounded by truck load of aunties and soon to be, worrying about my future love life and stuff.
On occasions like this, men get busy taking part in the rituals/ doing the transpo…
The page markers I made for consolation prize, The one on the left is for Rachana's Humming Today. The one on the right is for Savitha, It denotes her vibrant yet sensitive and elegent personality. Today I ate rice by hand at lunch (I have lost this habit a while ago). It does have a difference in taste. I read somewhere that it helps by preparing the body to assimilate the kind of food you are taking. (Contact with oily food would make u secrete more gastric juice required for the digestion) Talking about food, Singapore has got vast variety even for a veggie like me. When I pack my bags by next month, I am going to miss eateries/food that isn’t available in India.
Here goes the rest of the stories from the contest, I am sure you are going to have as much as fun as I did while reading them. I have included the details of my favorite foods (of Singapore) in between for you to snack while reading ;)
Ondeh Ondeh, a malay sweet, equivalent of Kozhakatti with sweet center, I am addicted…
“Where are all the Golu Park dolls?”, I asked my
mom over the quiet lunch. “enda kanna. It must be on the loft”, she looked at me curiously. Without waiting for my reply
she continued “Do you want me to pack that so you can take it Singapore? “. That
was a lovely gesture I thought. She
understood that I missed Golu and I might be interested to have them. Only she
could understand me without much words. “Nothing ma, just wanted to see them” ( pic courtesy : Google ) After lunch I managed to get on the big stool made
specially to access loft, and like a director of a movie, she guided me to the
location among boxes of stuff. Golu is
a 9-day festival where we adorn the home with beautiful mud idols of god. Park
is basically a miniature village usually set up around Golu on sand. Its
decorated with plastic houses, trees, villages, trains etc. “ Paathu kanna there
is so much dust, why don’t you wear a kerchief mask, you are allergic to dust “
she raised her usual concern. There it was, my…