Pencil and Rubber: A Lesson

Pencil: I'm sorry
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry cos you get hurt bcos of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.
Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad. :)


I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational. Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way... they get hurt, and become smaller (older, and eventually pass on).

Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.

"All my life, I've been the pencil.. And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day.

For I know that one day, all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have..."


This is to all the parents out there.  (from the net)

Kids - lovely

We love kids...

Kids and Diwali

Bringing up Kids

I dont know how my parents managed to bring me up. I learnt myself, from the time I knew about me. Hard work other than work at home.

My kids nowadays are behaving so average, dumb, like idiots and stupids, watching TV cartoons all the time, reminds me of the USA kids I rant about, and dont bother about the studies etc. I cannot get a cheaper school than MITRA academy other than Kannada medium schools. I might have to rob or steal to put them in decent schools run by big thiefs.

I am worried how they would end up studying and eventually make a living? Cry baby cry!

My son does not talk Kannada our mother tongue (forget about reading or writing) or Tamil (he grew up in Chennai - so expected to speak a bit). It is always English (cartoon way!) and he does not get words to express himself. All he wants is TV and food (junk, most of the times).... overweight like me already! May be he has dyslexia or ADHD. I have to spend some time and money to find about it. They are toppers in their respective classes.

My daughter wants to do all the stuff my son wants to do, but gets tired of playing, and gets stuck to TV. Eat junk and cry always for small small things.

Both of them dont get along with the kids at all, and get beaten up if they go to play. So I had put them in Karate in the apt. complex only to know that, it is an Indian version. Stupid!

Luckily they were able to learn swimming, the only achievement this Summer.

Kids and Lunch

Kids dont like greens? May be I was when I was a kid. Still I dont like Radish. My mom used to make Vendhaya Kolambu, for which I used to run away and take only rasam.

It has taken 1.5 hours to make them eat Rice with Radish Sambar and 2 poriyals (cabbage and b.beans)

They finally got their kesari and juice, only after finishing their quota of rice.