Skip to main content

A quick tale 34


She looks at photos taken ten years ago and exclaims how young she looked back then. How soft and uncreased, her skin. No sign of worry and how carefree!
And she will look again, many years from now, at a photo taken today and say the same thing.


Surya said…
And if she could look at a photo from the future, taken many years from now, she would exclaim at the heights she has scaled. How accomplished and distinguished a woman she had become. And what a wonderful story-teller she turned out to be.

- An eternal optimist =)
PVS said…
I have always thought like this when seeing a kid's photo...especially boys.
Balakumar said…
2 QTs in a day? Are we blessed or what? :D

Nice story and an apt comment by Surya.

Nothing better than today, here, now with the memories that accompany us.
Somehow I get this feeling that going back in time wouldnt be a very happy affair either...
Anjali said…
wow!@in a day.Thz and surya's cooments is so true.down memory lane we will be thinking about your tens and thousands of Qts.Good one .
Anjali said…
that's suppose to be wow2QTs in a day:)
Gangadhar said… is like that..
Said Truth!!
asankhya said…
This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
asankhya said…
no wonder, one day, ammani's QTs will be released as a book! gud job.
shyam said…
Oh yeah!
Manu said…
lol.. another common reaction to seeing old photos.. "I don't believe I actually used to dress like that.. I don't believe I actually thought I looked cool and fashionable in that set of clothes!"
Anni said…
good one ammani,
"nettraya naan indru illai
indraya naan nalai illai"
Smyta said…
I agree with Surya!

Nice one really Ammani..keep it up:-)

Smiles etc.,

AF said…
Nice one Ammani
virumandi said…
thenpandi cheemaiyeelai..therodum veedhiyilae..maan pola vandhavane yaar adicharoo...

i was blog hopping happily..and u..u...u...ippiddi adichiteengalae ammani!!!
Surinder said…
so true ... but i think not everyone looks at it like that :-) ..

another way of looking at would be .. how unplished, how naive, how immature, how confused she was :-)
Uma said…
Ammani, so true. Instead of living for the moment we seem to either living in the past or in the future all the time. I do anyway:)

Loved Surya's comment
None said…
hmmm... yes.

thennavan said…
Photo! Photo! In the hall
Who's the fairest of them all?

"You, You, MY DEAR,

Anonymous said…
This is such a farce!

Alright - now that I have grabbed your attention (unless you're too busy to look at the rave reviews people give you), can you suggest a couple of good libraries in London (I'm hoping you know of some of them). As for my tastes, I read anything and have no taste to speak of.
hari said…
Hi Ammani,

That is life exactly in a nutshell. You have put it in a most perfect manner. Keep going.
perspective said…
I cant believe it when i see my own pictures.... from a few years back...
"I used to wear miniskirts and do modelling????" lol..
anu said…
nice QT ammani. adhai vida nice comment surya!!!
KM said…
So very true!

You May Also Like

Guest blog by Chinna Ammani

Here’s an interesting write-up by Chinna Ammani on stereotypical portrayals in Indian adverts. The opinion expressed is strong and the language uncompromising. Read at your own peril!-a

The Aiyaiyo Syndrome

These days I do what is called as a shooting supervision. When ads are filmed (with lip sync) in Tamizh, my job is to teach models their lines and rehearse with them. Most of them are from Mumbai and are non-Tamilians. So when they have to do a line in Tamil, for example "Adanaaladan Dettol ubayogikaren" (And that's why I use Dettol) , they invariably say "Aadanaladaanu naanu Detttaalu ubayogikkareanu" (Something hideous). Their exaggerated delivery of our supposed accent is all thanks to Hindi actor Mehmood. My blood pressure rises and I yell "DO NOT DO A MEHMOOD HERE. WE DO NOT SPEAK LIKE THAT".

Though their voice is dubbed later with a Tamil voice-over, I ensure that they pronounce it the non-Mehmood way. Mehmood has done this major damage to us So…


Married for 31 years, 2 months and 17 days
Six cups coffee a day, brewed everyday of marriage
Three meals a day,
At least two dishes cooked, each meal-time
One snack for every Sunday
Big basket of clothes ironed every Tuesday
Average 18 items of clothing washed per day
Three children
1 miscarriage
One mother-in-law suffered
900 sq metre of floor space mopped, once a day
One caesarean endured
3 chicken poxes, 2 measles, 2 fractures, 8 diarrhoeas, depression, conjunctivitis every summer, 1 tonsilitis and countless common colds and flues
1 job held for 29 years
6 hours slept every night
Sex tolerated every 2nd week
Religious rituals everyone of them, carried out
Not one of them, believed in
Lived 52 years and some
Died exhausted

Overheard, “At least she had the satisfaction of having lived for her family”

The Saturday Poem

Found this in yesterday's paper. Again, I wish I'd written it.


Now and Then

"Now that I'm fifty-seven",
My mother used to say,
"Why should I waste a minute?
Why should I waste a day

Doing the things I ought to
Simply because I should?
Now that I'm fifty-seven
I'm done with that for good."

But now and then I'd catch her
Trapped in some thankless chore
Just as she might have been at
Fifty-three or fifty-four

And I would say to her
(And I have to bite my tongue)
That if you mean to learn a skill
It's well worth starting young

And so, to make sure I'm in time
For fifty, I've begun
To do exactly as I please
Now that I'm thirty-one.

-Sophie Hannah

Lost in Post

To a little boy

It cannot be easy being you. A follow-up act to your more devilishly charming, flamboyant older brother. Before you were born, I was convinced that no child could ever take the special place your brother had come to occupy in my life. I used to argue with your father you would always be a second-born. A runner-up. A bridesmaid (or a best-man, as you turned out to be). That you could never be the prized, cherished, celebrated apple of my eye that my firstborn child was. But how easily you tore down my flimsy little conviction. The minute I saw you, I knew I was gone. What was worse, I succumbed willingly.

My fears that you would be overshadowed by your brother have proven unfounded. Over the past year, you have come into your own as a person. Your brother demands and challenges our love and attention. You, on the other hand, are much more accepting of our distractions with him. It is almost as if you understand that he is used to being the star of the show for much of his…

I ask, you write

Okay, here's the idea. I ask you a question and you write a short story explaining it. Let me give you an example.

What happened when young Padmavathi was drawing water from the well to wash her clothes, early one Margazhi morning?

Annon's story

One morning when Padmavathi was drawing water from the well, she found Pettai Rowdy # 1 Govindarajulu inside the bucket! She dropped it at once and Govindarajulu went down and down and hit the bottom of the well with a Nung sound. His upper and lower teeth fused together and since then he has been fed intravenously. Pettai Rowdy # 2, Ragothaman Iyengar, who suggested this to Govindarajulu, now rules the roost.

After marrying Padmavathi, he is inviting all of you to a water drawing ceremony at the new well they dug in their house.

Jai Ragothaman Iyengar! Jai Padmavathi! Come one, Come all!


Here's a question for you.

What happened that made young Meenakshi change her mind about the parrot green saree she had originally chosen and go for a …