when my first granddaughter was struggling to take the first step

From my dateless diary(21 January 2007):

Yesterday was your parents’ marriage anniversary

Seven years have rolled on since they tied the knot

You are here now as a one year old precious daughter,

As a signature to their life, dreams and modest ambition.

Having crossed the first year there is still some critical difficulty

In taking the first step freely.

We are glad to see you standing for a minute

Without the support of a sofa reassuring us,

You  are a slow starter but a keen observer of events

 Taking place in close vicinity.

You close relationship with bubblu is puzzling

It is more subtle ,tender and more warm.

You want all our care, attention and concern.

If only a joint family system had been there,

You would have profited more when love was

Unleashed aand paraded under the common roof.

Your tendency to go out and see things and people,

And breathe the fresh air floating outside

All revealed through the body language and agitated laughter

Gladden me and make me wonder about the

Assertive girl wanting to grow with wings so as to enjoy

The Smell and  the sounds of the vast  expanse of the universe

to grow with wings

while Akshaya was born

Right from  the start there were apprehensions  and fear

But also hopes and feverish prayers for your

Safe arrival and survival as the first representative of

Prof Duraisamy Sambandhan’s family tree

Unbounded faith in the supreme and the goodness of the universe

Always promised and reassured me that

Everything  would go well and yet

As a doubting Thomas and fragile  human

We had butterflies in our stomach and the

Atmosphere was bristling with uncertainties.

Only yesterday I was at your side

Touching your  toes and fingers,

Providing the warmth to your tender body,

But all the time observing the pain written on face

And the raising and lowering of the chest and abdomen.

I  know you would overcome all  the hurdles

And breathe the fresh air outside and also

The air of freedom and aggressive independence,

And later full autonomy in thinking,

Making all of us cry and laugh with joy.

Ruminating over my first grand daughter' birth Part 1

Following is from my dateless diary(end December 2005) when I wrote a few lines for my first granddaughter.I found out this in the jungle of files just now.

For long  I have been not able to read or write as I would  like to .
The entire Tamil region has been fully flooded,
But  I was floating on drought of publication,
Alas, I am unable to resolve the puzzle of my academic inactivity.

When the Youngest stepped into sweet twenties,
And the Eldest was celebrating her birthday with pregnancy
That is when you were in your Mother's womb
And the Teacher /daughter  had her post-marriage birthday
I could not write and record it for my pleasure and your reading in future.

Let me pool my limited energy and meditate upon you.
You had your own struggle to make an exit
And even after you were taken out with the warmth of  Doctor's hands'
Your struggle continued and you must have endured them with stoic smile.


Not being aware of your discomfort and the danger zone into which you have fallen into
Unmindful of all  the turmoil and your suffering, I was at work
Discharging my administrative duty of conducting the Program me committee meeting

Why do I write

I am more of a student and teacher in Economics than an accomplished writer.I did write for a long time in the prestigious hindu BusinessLine and my indebtedness will remain for ever to Mr.J Srinivasan who is now in the top ecohlen of the paper.Why I do write?An  academician has a resposibilty to articulate and transmit what he has learnt.I have a child in me refusing to die.and hyperactive to learn and question.And also share what I enjoy or suffer from.It is a kind of shared growth.
Once a professor was asked why did he speak and pat came the reply:"I want to hear my voice again and again.Does this logic apply to writing also?Most of will not answer in the negative.
for me reading and later writing have become more intimate and spontaneous -a kind of life giving exercise and good habit like breathing.Are we conscious of the heart beat or the silent music of breathing with a rhythm of differential variation not noticed by us.
We enjoy good  food not for  getting energy alone The same is the case with bath.Its refreshing effect on body and mind can be only felt and not expressed.Everyone of our daily activities is an act of celebration and a demonstration  that we actually live.Falling in love with the right person dictated by fate and living with books are a gift to  be cherished .Not everyone is lucky in this regard.
I have read about a woman not formally literate or belonging to the affluent class becoming a successful Blog writer.