Chupke Chupke...Shhhh..

I always keep mentioning how much i wish i had a grandfather to pamper me during my childhood. Well, the closest to a grandfather was my dear Athimber. Muthu Athimber is the only one i used to call Athimber, so it was a very special title. Appa and Amma would have a trip to Palakkad for my thatha's shradham and since we had school, they would leave us with Athai and Athimber. Their home was very close to school and as kids, Anna and i have spent a lot of time there.  While I do not remember much of when my cousins were around, I do remember a lot of when Athai and Athimber were the only occupants of 34, Harley's Road. Athimber was always fun loving and frank. Over the years that I spent time with him, i realized he has played a crucial role in shaping who I am today. Today, it is one year since he left us all in shock, never to return. While I am choking at the thought, I only want to remember him by all that he has taught me as an individual. - I am a person. Not a gir

I just realized that I have not blogged all of 2015. Have I been to busy parenting and managing my full time job? I just did not make time to write. Have I lost touch with my writing ? Well, other than many many e-mails ,  feedback about interview candidates , facebook and whatsapp messages, I have not written anything that I have wanted to write. I sit in silence at times and think of what I want to write about and that was it. Today I saw a post saying "The best way to start a blog is to start writing" and here I am, after more than a year. Over these months that I haven't blogged, I have lost 2 grandmothers, many grand uncles and aunts. My son has met most of them and he might not remember meeting them ever, but atleast I have photos. I regret not having a single photo with my paternal grandfather. I am told he adored me and wanted to take me back to Palakkad from Chennai. He passed away a couple of months later, but his stay at our home in Chennai was the longest