Happy Birthday Little Angel :)

On 27 th March 1986 @ 8.40 am , a little angel was sent to the earth (was it from Heaven :P) . The moment she saw the new world she gives a scream which takes the breath of the hospital ppl..The doctor says this kid is sure to be a brat. The baby looked like real angel, beautiful, and had a nice bunch of black hair... The doctor askd , " Is this your third Child " ,
Momma : Yes
Doc: Y dont you give her to me, she is a real angel. and you already ve two daughters..
Momma luks at the kid , how lovely she is ...mom says "nooo" she is ma Angel..
Dad who's awaiting for a baby boy to be born as a third one in the family comes to know that it was an angel..:) he comes over and looks at the kid and went for the ministry to Ooty. While he was disappointed that its not a baby boy, the dad was caught by the beauty of the kid.. the hair, the mischievious eyes, the screams didnt make him regret...Thus the Angel was welcomed in to Paul's Family...

If you are wondering of whom am talking about.. Its ma Little Sister, The naughtiest of all, the Little Angel, Ms. Angel Miriam Carolin... Did i call her Miss??? yup..she has become a beautiful lady now..and wat not ...today is her 23rd birthday and here i am dedicating this blog to her..



Well as i said.. she is real brat...the family would have thought it would have been better if it was a boy..she was worse than boys..:P We called her kuttima coz she was the shortest of all..(not nw..:( ) she hates it when we call her "Kutti" in front of others ...

Didnt i say that this gal was born with nice bunch of black hair.. she stil has that , the straight black hair..i envy a lot.. Ppl spend money to change hair like tat and she got it by His grace..hope after seeing this you will take real care of it kuttima..:P

So Miri, i am gonna write a little about the naughty things u did in ya child hood and which still continues...hpe you would love it and you wont cry lol..


This little angel never pronounced her name properly...Do you remember the way you call urself Miri..?? Angel Miya Cayo...she had tough time to pronounce "R" so her name got shortened like this ..:P

Our Angel Miya Cayo had a very good sense of smell towards food.. whenever mom takes her out for a prayer meet , the first thing that she would figure out, is the food that is being prepared at that place. Then she will start torturing mom asking to feed her.. Mom would say there is no food here . she would reply (obviously scream) " Ma i can smell briyani" or " They ve Idly inside their house" far enuf for the ppl to hear .( Man i stil donno from wher you got such a sense Miya)... and those ppl would end up giving her something to eat, leaving mom into great embarassment..
A typical Non Vegetarian . She started crying for non veg food from the year one.. I still remember the way she cries " Kai Choru , enaku kai choru" ( i want non veg fud:) ...sry guys for poor translation). And now if you wanna know about any non veg restaurant in and around chennai , she is the best person to consult with..she knew each one of 'em

She is a brat of all the brats @ home. My mom ran a boys home when we were kids and Miri is the best partner for all the guys in doing mischievious things... Stealing Mango from the next house using the broom stick thingie..(suruku pottu thiruduva). or taking tamarind and salt from kitchen to the guys to prepare their own dishes.

She had her best time in making my mom grip in fear . no one will be aware of the things she does.. Mom once wanted to punish her and this smart gal runs to the terrace..and mom was running behind her to catch her. with no time left, she jumped on the sun shade , caught the rain water drain pipe and came down.. When my mom saw her going down like that. she thought this gal gonna fall.. But Miri is always smart.. she made to the base by clinging to the pipe..no one had a guts to do tat in ma place.. She hardly got scared of things and damn adventerous gal.


My perfect partner in being naughty,...the way we both pull ma elder sis.. It was an awesome time and still it continuees......:) Miri do u remember the phone call/ or the bday gift to Eva ?? i will write abt that when i dedicate a blog for ma elder one..

We three sisters used to sing spl song during the meetings or conventions when we were kids. and even here she was the best. She would literally place the mic inside her mouth & sing aloud and ppl used to love and praise her ..( am i being jealous, i stopped singing..:D)...She is still a wonderful singer. does a gr8 job along with ma elder sis in singing.. A perfect Supreno..I used to wonder how one can sing in such a high pitch..

An angel who cares for the ppl in need. a perfect follower of mom in social work.
The way she dedicates herself when she goes to the field work. I used to be amazed.. I wish you serve the society more and more Kuttima....

Wish you a Many More Happy Returns Of the Day Angel Miya Cayo.....

You are such a blessing to us.....Love you a Lot!!!

Happy Birthday!!!!
Thats My folks in the above pic...:) Myslf, dad, Eva, Mom and Miri..

PS:Miri sorry for missing many incidents here .. i don wanna drag.. I will write more abt you soon...hope you wont hit back....lol

Nagalapuram- Sep'08

Nagalapuram is my third stint with CTC...it was the best one day trek i ever been.

Organised by Balaji ( the best dude in ctc.. u can expect a post abt him soon..lol) ...its a huge hill range and it has become Home away from Home for Ctc.. Before i started off my mom said..""thats a beautiful place , i had been there during my childhood"". now i ve got a chance to visit the place where my mom had been many years before. Having this in mind i reached Tidel at 4.45 on September 6th (saturday). 

 We  headed to Nagalapuram hills from chennai at 5 am.. Reached the Dam near the hills around 9 am..started our walk towards the forest.. The way was awesome with small trails..thorny bushes and greenery everywhere..we reached a spot where there was a crystal clear water. Will i ever get to see such a thing in chennai..(???) i found a tree near that small stream..seems like it was burnt intensively.. Ram explains, saying its a burning tree and it was burning for almost a week. (strange isnt it) . 

We headed towards a pool which needed some climbing on the rocks.we hit small stream with a small water fall.. All the co trekkers started to dive in..i aint a swimmer so i was thinking hw to go to the water fall..u ve to swim across to reach there.. Herez wher Peter comes to rescue..He took me there near the fall..Got a free head massage by sitting under the falls.. The force of the water was amazing..And i even got on top of the rock where the falls starts...and slept on the stream..Man it was so awesome...the water was so refreshing. 

Then we headed back to another pool and the falls where we had our yummy lunch.. the dip in the previous pool and the walk made me feel so hungry.. the pooris and idlies had never tasted that good. We filled our water bottles there and started to climb uphill.. Now i could feel the tiredness. We kept climbing and climbing and climbing. The sun was scorching.. atlast we reached the 600m local peak. The view from the top was awesome. 

Then we started to descend.. Thats when the twist comes... Our very own GPS stopped working. Peter tried some ways with it. bt it refused to. So here we are finding our way out with human intuition. And wat thats wat cTC is best at. :) Peter, Ram and Shubro took the lead to find out the way.. 

We crossed many streams... The stream was so deep and non swimmers like me had to seek help of the swimmers. We did cross with the help of ropes...   We even made human chains in the streams to make ppl and the backpacks cross the stream...

The journey went on....we kept climbing, descending, Crossing the stream, swimming..with no idea where we are heading too...at one point we crossed huge boulders...and rock wall on either side..it was amazing view..and it still runs through my mind.. We had crossed 7 pools .

The darkness started to set in...but the guys were amazing to find the trail..We still trekked towards the base camp.. and i really enjoyed night trekking..:) 

Atlast we hit the base at 10.00 Pm.. and  realised we had trekked for 15 hrs continuosly - which is the longest of one day treks... My legs started getting stiff and started to hurt badly..There was a gr8 relief when we hit the base camp. we dumped ourselves in Peter's car and headed back to chennai.. No one could actually drive.. We stopped the car on the road side for a short nap..and vivek took hold of Peter's scorpio..and he was good at driving..[:)].  We reached chennai at 3 am on Sunday.. I wish i cud have stayed on there @ Nagala..The memories still lingers in my mind..Wish i cud do it again..( when ctc went there again i cudnt be part of it..:( ..) 

The Sandpiper - By Robert Peterson

"""This story inspired me a lot, so i thought i can share it in ma blog....."""

The SandpiperBy Robert Peterson
She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near where Ilive. I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles,whenever the world begins to close in on me. She was building a sandcastle or something and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea.

"Hello," she said. I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child.

"I'm building," she said.

"I see that. What is it?" I asked, not really caring.

"Oh, I don't know, I just like the feel of sand."

That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes. A sandpiper glided by.

"That's a joy," the child said.

"It's a what?" I asked.

"It's a joy, my mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy." The bird went gliding down the beach.

"Good-bye joy," I muttered to myself, "hello pain," and turned to walkon. I was depressed; my life seemed completely out of balance.

"What's your name?" She wouldn't give up.

"Robert," I answered. "I'm Robert Peterson."

"Mine's Wendy... I'm six."

"Hi, Wendy."

She giggled. "You're funny," she said.

In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on. Her musical giggle followed me.
"Come again, Mr. P," she called. "We'll have another happy day."

The days and weeks that followed belonged to others; a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings, and an ailing mother.

The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out of the dishwater. "I need a sandpiper," I said to myself, gathering up my coat. The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breezewas chilly, but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity Ineeded. I had forgotten the child and was startled when she appeared.

"Hello, Mr. P," she said. "Do you want to play?"

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, with a twinge of annoyance.

"I don't know, you say."

"How about charades?" I asked sarcastically.

Her tinkling laughter burst forth again. "I don't know what that is."

"Then let's just walk," I said. Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face. "Where do you live?" I asked.

"Over there." She pointed toward a row of summer cottages. Strange, I thought, in winter.

"Where do you go to school?"

"I don't go to school. Mommy says we're on vacation." She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was on other things.

When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day. Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.

Three weeks later, I rushed to the beach in a state of near panic. I was in no mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt like demanding she keep her child at home.

"Look, if you don't mind," I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, "I'd rather be alone today."

She seemed unusually pale and out of breath. "Why?" she asked.

I turned to her and shouted, "Because my mother died!" and thought,"My God, why was I saying this to a little child?"

"Oh," she said quietly, "then this is a bad day."

"Yes," I said, "and yesterday and the day before and - oh, go away!"

"Did it hurt?" she inquired

"Did what hurt?" I was exasperated with her, with myself.

"When she died?" she asked.

"Of course it hurt!" I snapped, misunderstand, wrapped up in myself. Istrode off.

A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she wasn't there. Feeling guilty, ashamed and admitting to myself I missed her, Iwent up to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door. A drawn looking young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door.

"Hello," I said. "I'm Robert Peterson. I missed your little girl todayand wondered where she was."

"Oh, yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in. Wendy spoke of you so much. I'm afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance, please,accept my apologies."

"Not at all-she's a delightful child," I said, suddenly realizing that I meant what I had just said.

"Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson. She had leukemia. Maybe she didn't tell you."

Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. I had to catch my breath.

"She loved this beach; so when she asked to come, we couldn't say no. She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called "happy days. But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly..." Her voice faltered.
"She left something for you... if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?"

I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely young woman.
She handed me a smeared envelope with "Mr. P" printed in bold,childish letters.

Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues - a yellow beach, a blue sea, and a brown bird. Underneath was carefullyprinted: A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY.

Tears welled up in my eyes and a heart that had almost forgotten how to love opened wide. I took Wendy's mother in my arms. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." I muttered over and over, and we wept together.
The precious little picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Sixwords - one for each year of her life - that speak to me of harmony, courage, and undemanding love. A gift from a child with sea-blue eyesand hair the color of sand - who taught me the gift of love.

NOTE: This is a true story sent out by Robert Peterson. It serves as a reminder to all of us that we need to take time to enjoy life, living,and each other.

"The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less."
Life is so complicated, the hustle and bustle of everyday traumas can make us lose focus about what is truly important and what is only a momentary set back or crisis. Today, tomorrow, be sure to give your loved ones an extra hug, and by all means, take a moment... even if it is only ten seconds, to stop and smell the roses

My Second adventorous trip-d Mid sea swim:-)

oopz...I have been trying to finish this post for months...:( some how managed to sit before my lappy today to complete this off..i alwys wanted to share my adventerous trips....

Well...d Mid sea swim..happened in september 3rd. this is my second journey with ctc. I have always dreamt of diving into the sea but never thought i wud do it in real..:). ye..ctc Prem made this dream come true when he sent out invitation for this mid sea swim @ Kovalam.

we were around 30+members headed to kovalam around 5 am. a local fisher man took us in to the sea in the fishing boats..we were given the life jackets. The journey was awesome until we got into the middle of the sea. As soon as the boat hit the mid sea one by one started falling sea sick. Many of us managed to jump in to the sea . it was awesome. there was rope which was tied to the boat to hold on when we are in the water. we kept floating and few swimmers started swimming along without life jackets....I literally was floating on the water ..it was scary though but lotta fun....As soon as i got into the boat i enjoyed watching the fishermen catching the fish...We tried our hand on fishing too.. . after few minutes even i started feeling sea sick.

There came a rescue boat to take the ppl back who fell sick . but the rest had awesome time till noon. The team who had been to the shore earlier started with the photo session. Thats when i met the ctc photographers vikram, kannan etc.,...enjoyed being their model..:P..

Then we headed to Mahabs for a restaurant where we had yummy food and fish fries( from the fish caught by us)...spent nice time ..Made awesome friends in the Group..headed back to Chennai in the Evening..

The journey is still continuing with CTC and i cherish each time spent with the friendz i gained through CTC....it rockzzz...