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They would quickly change channels whenever there was an ad for a contraceptive or a sanitary pad or a performance enhancer. The kids shouldn't hear of these things, they believed, it will corrupt their minds and give them wrong ideas. For their part, the kids would pretend not to know.

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~phobiac~ said…
....very true Ammani !!.....kids-a...till they get married the same story.....

ithellam namma naatil mattum thaan nadakkum !!...

parents...over-protective....kids...without the 'I' ( KDs) !!
sathish said…
we need 2 remember that one day we also become parents and do the same thing, even though we complained as kids...
only if we change the way it is currently...
anumita said…
Right! That's our culture. Different generations do not sit together and watch private/ intimate things on TV. 2 generations that respect each other.
sathish said…
of course, anumita. u wld not like to watch a movie with overdose of sex/language with parents.... no 1 feels comfortable...
Ammani
Congrats...Writter sujatha has quoted your "password" poem as enaku piditha kavithai in vikatan's katradhum petradhum..kalakunga!
Anonymous said…
Ammani,

I am inappropriately posting a comment on this post for another post. I believe you will read this.

I read your crisp and sweet 'in defence of housewife', incidentally, I am reading 'Gifts from the sea' now, Read it if you get a chance. What you are doing is by no means trivial. Good luck - Sudhar
Shyam said…
I believe that one is most uncomfortable with regards to sex or procreation as a teenager - I mean mainly with parents or older relatives. The overwhelming feeling is that you need to "shelter" your parents from all the sex and profanity which, of course, they know nothing about. ;)

My 15-year-old cousin is a perfect example - she was bemoaning the fact that the episode summations of "Friends" dont indicate how raunchy the dialogue/scenes are going to be! Apparently she's been trying to censor the sexier episodes of "Friends" for her mother :) :)
Shyam said…
Oh bugger, i forgot to add this - as always, you hit the bullseye with your short tale, Ammani :)
AF said…
Ammani,
You bring out the truth. Very true , even we would tend to do the same thing. Since we are brought up in that culture and we feel very uncomfortable watching such stuff with elders around.

AF
lavsubbu said…
Hi Ammani,
(is that ur name btw ?) could you post a link to the "password" poem please ?
Uma said…
So true. Been there and played that role perfectly as a child and now as a parent trying to be a lot more open about things!
moushmi said…
lol....thats a good one...sad but true..
Nachiketas said…
Dead right on target.
Prabhu said…
i think its more of the discomfort that both the parents as well as the kid thats making them change the channels. i think parents do realise that their kids would be knowing all these. and i think this tradition is going to continue on!
Subbu said…
Luckily my parents were always broadminded and they had quite a time answering all my embarassing questions without batting an eyelid.
Slice Of Life said…
It is going to take time ...to reach a stage... not changing channels...may be with sex education etc in schools the parents job of answering the so called embarrasing ?s would be easy.
uma
virumandi said…
ammani

neenaichaen, ennada..ennum quick tale varalaiyae..ippo vandhuduchu..kuttaiya kuzhapidichu...neenga namma super star madiri oru punch dialogue sollalam 'en vazhi thani vazhi'..pinna ennanga..ippiddi kalakinaa..oru thaba nna parava illai..eppovamaenaa..idhu overu...but thanks a lot for writing such blogs..

i am not sure of my age..but when i was little..in DD..there used to ad for Nirodh..i vividly remember..once i asked my pop..what is it.he told 'soap da'. i kept that in mind,and next month when we went to buy groceries.i was crying that i want only 'Nirodh' this month!!!! the people in the shop were laughing..but i did not care..i was crying and asking for the soap!!!
ranganathan said…
அன்புள்ள அம்மனிக்கு,

தங்களுடைய 'பாஸ்வோர்ட்' கதை திரு சுஜாதா அவர்களுக்குப் பிடித்த சிறு மாற்றம் செய்த (அவள் அவனாகி!!) 'கவிதை'யாய் மாறியதில் சந்தோஷங்கள்; மனமார்ந்த வாழ்த்துக்கள்.

நிற்க. தங்களுடைய குயிக் டேல் 17-ன் மறுவடிவம்தான் look away என்று எனக்குத் தோன்றியதை எழுதினால்.......

ஒன்றை நினைவுபடுத்த விரும்புகிறேன். நான் நக்கீரன் அல்ல.

என்றும் அன்புடன்,
ரங்கநாதன்
Guevara said…
Ammani, let me see how U switch channels when your Jikku grows up !!!
Harish said…
heehee!! so true! :D
anubhav said…
as many have said before...very true
Kaps said…
Congrats on being featured in Anandha Vikatan. Keep going!
Eroteme said…
Nice one. Happens always... Its so difficult to sit straight faced even after the kids are married and gone... :-)
Anonymous said…
virumandi sonna madhiri
i remember seeing the nirodh docu
it used to show lot of crying kids with "sirangu" (what a yucky word!!! or shld i say a beautiful word that captures the revulsion...) and then the nirodh pack shot and then lots of happy kids. probably sending the msg small family happy family
but i dont know what msg stuck in my young mind...

we were all together for summer hols and one of my aunts' kids had some problem and was crying i said
"nirodh podunga sariya poyidum"

now i know why they were all stunned to silence:p

have been reading ur blog for a real long time but leaving a comment for the first time
thanks for the way u write
its so beautiful...

i_f
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Touche!
Hilarious when I think of it now and so true too.

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