What Hobbies Have Been Passed Down in Your Family?
Not so much as hobbie or a hobby but in my family we did get our earlier love for wrestling from my dad and a couple of uncles on my mom’s side. From the time I was a toddler we had wrestling in my life. Friends my age, family friends of my dad & mum and my cousins here all watched a lot of wrestling. I loved WCW & WWE for the longest time though it’s been over 10 years since I stopped watching them. But I still have a special place in my heart for the entertainment/sport.
Other than that in my family we loved Westerns, especially Clint Eastwood films and horror movies (though that hasn’t been the case for my parents since the early to mid 90s). Also the love for Arnold & Sly action movies. We watched them all at one time. Ah yes and also James Bond films, which my dad and I have a particular affinity for. Football is another and for a while tennis too. Watching them on tv that is.
It’s a shame I don’t share that much with my folks anymore. They have their interests and I have mine ever since I turned 20!
Prompt from The Learning Network at The New York Times
You’re going to adopt a pet other than the species you currently own – what would you adopt and why?
I add this to the category “Family” in my blog as pets are family. If you have a pet, they are part of your family. Currently I don’t have any pets, well except for the fish that my dad keeps in the home. Mom or he feed the fish and sit for a little while staring at them going around in the little tank. Oh yeah at the crows and pigeons that come to our balcony and whom we feed rice too. And in the case of the two crows, we give them bits of breakfast too.
If I could keep a pet, it will definetely be a dog. If I had more space, 2 dogs. If I had a wife, I’d get 2 dogs and 2 cats. Perfect, hum do hamare do do! I’m not too keen on kids or being a father but I like furkids. Ah to be the loving human to a loving dog or dogs again. Cats too. Cause I had two cats when I was a kid and they share a lot of love too. And both are entertaining.
A dog will do. Loyal companion who I can shower a lot of love on and be loved unconditionally back.
Prompt from November Blog Prompts at Blog Paws.com
This is a classic joke, but this version is the one my uncle told me :
In England a middle-aged woman had just bought a Volkswagon Beetle and while driving home she stopped at a gas station to fuel up. As she was doing so, she popped up the hood and saw that it was empty and cried out “Oh no, someone has stolen the engine of my brand new car.”
A sardar who had bought a Beetle from the same showroom was at the same gas station and heard this. He came to console her and said “But don’t worry, I have a spare one in the back.”
This morning my cousin called me from the US and informed me that his father, my paternal uncle, had passed away in the early hours of this morning. My uncle, lived in Wales for the majority of his adult life with his wife, but did live here in India from 1988 to 1999, and his two younger kids live in London. As my mother, her siblings and my cousins slowly come to grips to grips with the his death, it hits me that they all seem to get some comfort in the phrases and words connected to religion.
A lot of them are also convinced that they will see him in the afterlife in some variation of the Hindu concept of heaven. I have no such luxury and by the way my uncle had in his later years, well past the age of 70, revealed to my dad and me that he no longer believed in any sort of gods and was convinced that religion was a hoax.
As an atheist I comfort myself in having being lucky to have known him and have him as my uncle and remember the jokes he cracked, how he showered us kids with love and took us out for movies and days at the beach and ice creams.
I will miss him.
Friday the 13th is considered an unlucky day in Western superstition. It occurs when the 13th day of the month in the Gregorian calendar falls on a Friday, which happens at least once every year but can occur up to three times in the same year. Today is a Friday the 13th!
The fear of the number 13 has been given a scientific name: “triskaidekaphobia”; and on analogy to this the fear of Friday the 13th is called paraskevidekatriaphobia, from the Greekwords Paraskeví (meaning Friday), and dekatreís (meaning thirteen). The superstition surrounding this day may have arisen in the Middle Ages, “originating from the story of Jesus’ last supper and crucifixion” in which there were 13 individuals present in the Upper Room on the 13th of Nisan Maundy Thursday, the night before his death on Good Friday. While there is evidence of both Friday and the number 13 being considered unlucky, there is no record of the two items being referred to as especially unlucky in conjunction before the 19th century.
As a child I was frightened by the original movie of the Friday the 13th franchise, which came out in 1980 and have 12 films have grossed over $464 million at the box-office worldwide, and having seen it a few years later. My cousins made up all scary stories about Friday the 13th when we were kids to the point that we scared ourselves. I ofcourse love the film franchise and am watching it right now.
What does your family do on family night?
We don’t really have family nights per say but my sister and her kids do come over quite often. My parents and I live in this apartment and have lived here for over 10 years and my sister, her husband and their 3 kids, plus Barfi the Pug, live in a bigger apartment just 10 minutes away. So usually on a Saturday or Sunday my sister comes over to spend time with my parents and she will bring my niece over and if the boys are in town (my two nephews study in Bangalore) them too.
We usually end up ordering some food from a nice restaurant. I might have a beer or some vodka. Dad might drink a whiskey or two. We get fried chicken and burgers or some wraps. Or perhaps some fried rice, butter chicken, tandoori chicken or something of that sort. Lots of food and maybe Pepsi or some other soft drink for the kids. They usually watch some tv show or movie on our tv and sit and talk around the living room.
Me, I will be in my bedroom at my computer watching a football match or on Youtube. I will join them for dinner, check if I need to order something for us and if not I will lie back and watch a movie after they have left.
Prompt from 31 DAYS OF WRITING PROMPTS FOR MAY at The SitsGirls
Yesterday was the final rituals for my uncle who passed away on Monday. As I arrived late from work, I woke up late and after a coffee and a shave and a shower later, I left for Thrikkakara in an Uber. I reached there by 11:30 am and had a light breakfast as some of the other had just finished theirs. After a bunch of prayers and stuff which I never partake in at his house, we took my uncle’s ashes to the river banks of the Periyar where his brothers placed his ashes in a clay pot and dropped it in the waters.
We came back to the house and setup the lunch for everyone. Me and my cousins also served our elders as well and we were grateful for the simple rice and curries as it was almost 3pm by then. We stayed there for a couple of hours more. My uncles wanted to get some drinks in the night and called my cousins and me for a discussion. One of my cousins has a small hall her can hire for the night at his apartment complex and made the arrangements. He also called a local caterer he knows to make fried rice, beef fry, chilli chicken, chicken roast, veggie curry, curd salad and chappatthi for dinner. Plus there was ice cream.
Another two cousins bought Smirnoff vodka and signature whiskey. The caterer also arrange bottles of cold water, soda and lots of Sprite and ice ofcourse. We drank and we ate and we played some dumb charades. It was fun. It was a cool night in a scorching & humid summer. It was what we needed after the emotional week we have had. We had some fun for over 3 hours and then found Ubers to take us back home.
I was off blogging and off from Social media for the past two days. My uncle, my mom’s brother who is one of her 7 brothers, passed away after coughing up blood and suffering a massive heart attack. At the time he was away in Gurgaon (New Delhi) visiting his daughter, my cousin. She had made a quick & unannounced visit to Kochi on Friday and took her parents to Gurgaon via flight so they could spend a few days together. That was on Saturday. On Sunday after dinner and having spent a happy time playing with the pup my cousin and her husband had adopted, he went to bed. Later he coughed up blood and apparently had the attack early Monday morning.
They called an ambulance to take him to the hospital but he passed away while on the way to the hospital. After a full day at hospital, meeting with the cops for the death report, getting certificates for taking his body back home to Kerala, getting an autopsy done at another hospital and arranging the flight back, my cousin and her husband had to go back home and break the news to my aunt who was devastated. But she kinda knew that he would not make it back. On Tuesday we arranged the funeral. On landing in Kochin, he was taken to his parent’s home in Mattancherry and then brought to his home in Thrikkakara.
I wish I could tell you all how much my uncle meant to me. He was a really awesome uncle. When my sister and I were really young, as kids when we fell ill or got hurt, we asked for our Vijayanuncle. My sister was very clingy to him as a young child. He doted on us. He cared for us just like a good uncle would. I spent many evenings with him and my aunt because they liked having us around. I especially remember one evening in Kuwait, where we all lived, and my uncle had taken 5 or 6 year old me to a shop to buy samosas for the evening snacks with tea/coffee and on our way back we sat at this little park area for a while. Many years later as we all moved back to India and lived in Thrikkara, we would sit and watch football or WCW / WWE Wrestling together and talk about sports and stuff. I remember watching a few World Cup football matches with him. The last few years, after my family moved to the city area my visits to my uncle and aunt were very less and I think the few times I saw him were when he made a quick visit here or at a family function.
And now that he is gone, all I can say is Thank you. Thank you for being a great uncle to me and my sister and to our cousins. Thank you to being a great dad to my cousin sister Shalini. We will all miss you for the rest of our lives.
What is your very favorite holiday? Recount the specific memory or memories that have made that holiday special to you.
I haven’t been on a holiday in many many years. I just don’t do them. But if you ask me what my favourite holidays were, its the two trips my extended family took back in 1988 and 1989. During the summer everyone pooled and got a couple of 14 seater vans and a couple of cars and went on extended trips to a few cities in India. Mostly in the south. Bangalore, Mysore, Madurai, Coimbatore and a couple of others.
It was days of fun and enjoyment. It was rip-roaring laughter, laughter so hard that tears would stream down our cheeks and yet we learned so much as well. I have a bunch of photos from those days some where in my boxes of stuff. I have to dig them out someday and get the pics scanned and keep them safe online somewhere. They were some of the best moments of my life.
Stuff like that just never seems to happen anymore.
Prompt from The Daily Post at WordPress.com
How would you get along with your sibling(s), parent(s), or any other person you’ve known for a long time — if you only met them for the first time today?
I guess we all have problems with our family members including uncles, aunts and cousins and other assorted creatures who just happen to be somewhere in the mix of relatives either related by blood or marriage to someone in your family. And it’s not possible to be happy-happy joy joy and like everyone all the time. It’s just not possible. Having positive relationships with as many people as possible is good.
However are we close and spend time with some of our relatives, if not all, just because we have known them for so long and because they are our relatives? It seems to me that it is true. Certainly you cannot care to be around all of your relatives that much if you had the choice. Some of them might be assholes. You do not choose your relatives, they happen to be thrust upon you.
If I met some of my relatives now for the very first time, I might not want to spend time with them once I know a bit about them. I might stay away and say that I am not interested in them. But what can you do? You are related!
Prompt from The Daily Post at WordPress.com
Well we had a nice birthday dinner. My sister and her two younger kids (oldest is away at college) came over to join my dad, mum and me. I ordered a bunch of chicken fried rice, naan, chicken tikka masala and butter chicken from a restaurant named Aangan. It’s a new place and I had never had food from there before but I have only heard good reviews about them. The food was really delish. My sister and the kids had bought me a cake, red velvet with raspberry glaze on top. Never had that flavour before either. It was good.
So last night we had a family get together at the Lotus Club on Warriam road. This party was planned 2 weeks back and finalized for the 14th as everyone who attended were free on this particular day. Initially it was supposed to be on the 10th (which most of us had off due to it being a holiday) but Saturday was preferred as a bunch of us were bound to have hangovers.
So my parents and some of my aunts and uncles had reached the club by 6pm but me and most of my cousins reached there only by 7:30 pm and gathered in the large room that the club rents out for functions like this and which my family usually books for our family parties. I met my relatives and my cousin Raju poured me a white rum and mango juice cocktail. Which wasn’t that good by the way and I switched to rum + Spirite & then two rum and Cokes.
There were a few snacks available including egg bajji (which was so hot and I burned my throat), beef fry, French fries and veggi pakodas. Dinner was chappathis, vellaappams, fried rice, beef roast and chicken curry followed by caramel custard. We spent a lot of time talking and drinking and laughing and it was fun. We all left by 11:30 pm, back to our homes with promises of another family party sometime in the next coming month or so.
Do you ever find yourself doing something your parents used to do when you were a kid, despite the fact you hated it back then?
Well perhaps little things but I just wanted to share something my sister posted on our cousins’ Whatapp group a couple of days ago.
Apparently when my sister goes all parental, complaining and argumentive with her kids, especially her two older sons, they plead with her to stop becoming “mummy”! Mummy as in my sister’s and my mother aka their grandmother. See my nephews and niece call their mother (my sister) “amma” which is the Malayalam word for mother but because they have grown up hearing my mother being referred to as “mummy” by my sister & me from day 1, they also call my mom that.
Now my mother is a frantic, don’t do this, don’t do that, worries and complains all the time, over motherly and over fussy and “what are they eating, drinking, pooping, sleeping, wearing” kinda mom that turned into the same but older version as a grandma. So when they say that to her, my sister’s reply is “I won’t as long as you pick up your stuff and put them away, do the small chores I ask you to do and behave”! And then they do as they have been told. Which works both ways
I found that so funny!
Prompt from The Daily Post at WordPress.com
Last night my family – dad, mom, my sister, brother-in-law, their 3 kids – 3 cousins (2 who brought their wives and 1 child each), 1 uncle & 3 aunts met at the Lotus club for some drinks and dinner. This was decided at around 5pm yesterday evening and by 7:30 pm we reached at the club. My dad, mom & I went by an Uber cab and greeted everyone at the large room we had booked for the evening.
The star of the show was clearly the vodka which 4 of us had. My dad had whiskey, my uncle and bil had brandy. I must have had 6 vodkas throughout the evening, which explains the headache I had this morning.
Th festivities started with some snacks. I remember plates of french fries, egg burgi, onion pakodas, chicken tikka, tandoori chicken, deep fried beef being involved.
Dinner was naan, butter chicken and fried rice followed by some ice cream. It was a great get together and by 11:30 pm I was back in my bedroom watching Star Trek.
The previous post about mix tape and music made me think about the year 1987-88 (let me put that as the Indian school year which starts in June and ends in March) which is the first year I spent back in Cochin and India. Having lived life from birth till that time in Kuwait, I listened to many bands & singers that they showed on British & American music chart shows on Kuwaiti tv and also had many shared favourites with my friends in the building we all lived in. Michael Jackson, Culture Club, Wham, Bee Gees, Duran Duran, Abba & Boney M were there common favourites and that’s kinda what I listened to. I also started listening to Bon Jovi & Europe in 1986.
When I came back to Cochin and settled here with my family, my cousins and I and my sister would meet on weekends and summer holidays and listen to music most evenings (from 6pm till when it was time to sleep) together as a group while we also played board games and read books. Now the bands that my older cousins introduced me to have stuck with me as some real heavy favourites that I still love to this day. That includes Scorpions, The Beatles, CCR, Neil Young, Dire Straits, a-ha, Eric Clapton etc but heavily into Dire Straits and Scorpions. These two bands are ones that I share a special bond with 4 of my male cousins with as we listened to them a lot during the weekends and summer holidays.
I will always share these two bands with my cousins and it reminds me so much of our youth pre-teen & teen aged years. I think back to those days of playing Hind Trade with my cousins and listening to hours of Scorpions and Dire Straits and enjoying the days so much. It was a lot of fun.
Do you have animals in your life? If yes, what do they mean to you? If no, why have you opted not to? (Bonus points for adorable animal photos, and double bonus if they’re taken with your phone!)
No I currently do not have animals in my life, as in living with me in my home. One reason is that it is not allowed in this building to keep any cats or dogs (smaller animals in fish tanks and cages are allowed, like say a parrot or a pair of love birds or a hamster) and the other reason is I cannot subject a dog or a cat to live in a small apartment with the three humans who live here as well.
But having had a dog for 11 years and taken care of another one for a year as well, I miss having dogs around. They are cute, loving, affectionate, friendly, cuddly, make you feel better by just being there and loyal. And they are the best friends man or woman can have. So I do hope that my situation changes to one of more positivity; meaning that I can get a bigger place or move into a bigger place in a year or two which will mean that I can keep a dog and a cat or more of each in my residence.
In the meantime I will have to make do with the occasional visits that I do to go and see Barfi, my sister’s Pug. Or sometimes my sister brings him around to my place as well and well…as you can see he is adorable and funny as hell.
Prompt from The Daily Post at WordPress.com
What Nicknames Have You Ever Gotten or Given?
My family has always been into giving nicknames to each other. I was no exception in that I have had a couple that has stuck around for a while. When I was 11 years old, my family including uncles, aunts and cousins took a month long trip through parts of South India on a sight seeing trip. When we made it to Kanyakumari, right at the end of India, we had to take a ferry to see the island on which there is a statue of Swami Vivekananda. Now everyone needed help to climb aboard the ferry and there were two men who were assisting people to get on board. But little roly poly, 11 year old me jumped on board and when we came back I did the same. So one of the guys said “Master chaddiyello!” meaning master – as in a young boy – has jumped!
My eldest cousin brother heard that and he started calling me “Master” and the name stuck. Pretty soon all my cousins were calling me that with a few “Masterjis” from the younger ones for added pleasure. Most of my aunts & uncles also acknowledged the nickname. As I became a teenager the guys would joke that “Master” was short for “Master of Masturbation” and the teasing would continue for ages. Till this day, 27 years later the name has not died and I am still Master for a few of my cousins. I doubt if it will ever get die out and I’m pretty sure that when I am like 90 years old I will still hear plenty of calls of “Master”. That will find itself into my obituary as well; lucky I won’t have a headstone!
Prompt from The Learning Network Blog at New York Times.