Tag: Family

Witness to ‘Love’

There’s nothing more satisfying then see people smile… 2 consenting adults and their families…

For the first time, I was asked to be a witness for a civil marriage [yes another FIRST] Stand witness to Love Smiling Face With Smiling Eyes on WhatsApp 2.17

While the whole process took much… much longer than what I expected it would take, it still gave me immense satisfaction to see the smile on the faces of the boy & girl who were finally married under the Indian law… after 4 hours of sticking it out in the heat, sweat dropping off their foreheads [For the benefit of those who may not know, Goa is going through one of its worst heat waves! Its never been this way as long as I remember]  and visibly excited family members. Happily Married – Step 1.  Relieved Face on WhatsApp 2.17Untitled

I may have played a very measly part in all of it.. yet I felt happy I could contribute to something so beautiful – a union of two people in love. I live for happy moments like these. The travel from the South of Goa to the North of Goa was totally worth it. 

My hats go off to any guy wanting & willing to take the plunge into the big ‘M’, because its something I have still not yet ventured into, rather not made up my mind to. So my hats off to you bro!

..if that was not all, the hugging, the wishing in the midst of a fairly crowded government civil and sub registrar’s office, was well… nice, considering everybody was breathing into each other literally. [Okay! I am exaggerating, it wasn’t all that bad.. but it was STILL frikkin’ HOT]

Seeing the smiling faces and the joy it brings the couple and their family members, after a mere few signatures of the couple and their witnesses, I have decided – the next time I lend my signature for something as beautiful as bringing two people/families together, I’ll do it at my own marriage registration – nothing would be more satisfying. While ‘when-that-would-happen’ is debatable, for now I’ll keep myself satisfied by thinking, ‘it will happen someday surely’ .

I didn’t look at any one single girl surprisingly… 4 hours and it was just fleeting glances all around, but for the only beautiful girl standing right there – standing  in front of me, in whichever angle I stood in – the groom’s single-still sister Smiling Face With Heart-Eyes on WhatsApp 2.17


..a little more fight left?

You’re breathing your last few breaths on the operation table with doctors doing their best to save you.. but its not really in their hands..

Do you have a little more of a fight left in you to see it through… back to life?

Its not that he’s never done it before..and surely for him and his girlfriend who are in two separate rooms with doctors working hard to save their lives, He knew he had to fight doubly hard for the both of them to make it alive. It didn’t look good.

He did promise her parents, he would bring their daughter back before nightfall and he was not one to go back on his word – of course there was just one problem, he didn’t know how long this would take.

What would it feel if you could overlook everything’s that’s been happening… from the outside but can do nothing about it?

Fighting between life and death, would time be on their side this time round? It was already more than a couple of hours in surgery by the time the families got to the hospital. It wasn’t really the time to know how it all happened but more the time to pray and hope for the best.
How could I let go, there were so many people here at the hospital who were praying for us.. as I whispered into my baby’s ears;

“we need to hold on Debra, we need to hang on for the people who love us”

It was after what seemed like the longest 3 and a half hours of surgery, did the doctor finally come out and say,

“You’re son’s heart is beating but with the help of a machine, the next 24 hours is critical”.

What did he care? What about Debra? How was she doing?

Every passing hour seemed liked forever, Debra’s mum and dad hadn’t moved from their seats, I needed to assure them that everything would be alright, their Debra would be fine – she would come back home. It was all out of a sudden when we heard on the intercom;

Paging Dr. Dennis, ITS AN EMERGENCY, Dr Dennis – Room No 411.

It was me.. the body that lay on the bed was not responding and the heart rate had steadily kept decreasing at a fast pace…did it mean??? My vision was getting blurrier, why couldn’t I see anything clearly any more? ..they were trying to keep me alive but I didn’t have any fight in me left.. but Debra.. I struggled to get to her room, I held her hands tight, closing my eyes –

“you’re going home Debra, you’re going back home”.

As a straight line showed on the monitor, the doctor turned around and said, 

“I’m sorry, he didn’t make it..”

Down the hallway in room 402, there seemed to be activity happening there too – the patient was responding, so was her heart rate improving gradually.

For that mini second, heartbeat it was an ‘all Allan-Debra moment’ there! 

Welcome back Debra! 


This was a dream I got, a few weeks ago.. I didn’t know what to make of it, so I thought the best thing to do, would be to convert it into a blog post. It lay in my drafts, until I finally decided to post it. The best part of it was, I woke up smiling.. 

Vacationing with the Family

Yes, we finally did it!!  – the 4 of us, TOGETHER – an International Holiday. It’s not that we’ve never gone out together for dinners, short trips or occasions – we have but a vacation is different, a WHOLE LOT DIFFERENT and more so if it is out of the country. I’m not gonna say it was roses all the way – it is FAMILY we are talking about here and with 4 members, mum, dad, myself & sis, there’s always going to be 4 of everything, more importantly 4 minds that think very differently from each other, in such a scenario it was necessary that at least 2 of those minds had to be flexible, to make the trip/vacation/holiday a successful one.

Our last Family vacation was 17 years ago in the year 2000, I was only 18 then.. however the one common thing that happened with me on both occasions, was that I found myself being in charge of the trolley, moving around the airport. A lot had changed though in 17 years when we last travelled – for starters, the suitcases got heavier (can’t even begin to imagine how much women can stuff into a suitcase) I felt travelling seemed to take longer somehow, I don’t know… (I thought a flight from Chennai to Colombo took a little over an hour, but it took 1 hr 40 minutes) it also didn’t feel the mind was on a vacation..personally speaking. That said, it was my first trip with the family, as an adult – I wasn’t very surprised on how the whole vacation panned out. It was good, could have been better. 

I’m sure before setting out for the holiday, each one of us had his/her own agenda, whether that was fulfilled or not, I’m not sure but we did end up doing a lot of activities together, whether it was looking at fish, birds, watching elephants or shopping, we ended up spending a lot of time with each other, 24 hours of the day which well.. was interesting! Stressful at times – definitely an experience though.

The first thing of course to do on a vacation is.. to do your own thing and not be bogged down by rules and instructions like “don’t venture too far” or “come back soon”. No matter how old you are, parents will always treat you like children. A vacation means giving one personal space to keep the mind calm.. how otherwise is it different from staying in home conditions?

All said and done, the key of going for a vacation is not to be disappointed, you might not have done/bought/seen everything you wanted, but its okay. The important thing is ‘YOU’ were there for your family and made the vacation a reality. Some families never get even beyond planning stage. No holiday is ever going to be perfect, but I guess if you can try and capture the small moments, you will realise it was a pretty good holiday overall.

It was the reactions of a couple of neighbours who did not know we were gone, when on seeing us, said.. [which I found quite silly!]

One neighbour [the Queen] told mom “you didn’t tell me you’ll were going on a holiday” [were we supposed to make an announcement?]

Another: “You’ll went for a holiday? All 4 of you? Where is Sri Lanka?” [maybe a geography lesson is due sometime soon]

Dad’s friend..met me while buying the morning newspaper: “So, you’re back!” [did he think I was going to stay there forever?]

We’re still waiting for a reaction from the neighbour downstairs, she always has something interesting to say 😜

We’re not the kind of family that updates their travel plans on-the-go on social media, like most people do. Neither do we make big announcements when we leave home or get back. At best, a few photographs uploaded on FB after we get back – that’s it. 

It was just a holiday! I guess people are just used to seeing us around all the time. The morning bread-man was happy to see me… 😁

41 years n counting..

Today is mum and dad’s anniversary…41 years of togetherness. Wow! Dad got married when he was 26.
…and here is his son, in his 30’s..single & rocking! (literally & figuratively) 

I asked dad “What were you thinking, getting married at 26?”
and the simple man that he is…gives me an answer I never quite expected

He replied “that I’d be free by 50”

Okaaaaay! Now that clearly hasn’t happened

I continue “..and how did you come up with the math?”

dad’s like Man proposes, God disposes




A Happy Anniversary to 🙂 mom 🙂 & 🙂 pop 🙂


Word count: 100

He didn’t know if HER coming into his life was a good or a bad thing. She made him feel special, something he never felt before. He thought it was Love, she was looking for love too, just of a different kind. 

He fought against his family, for his Love. He had her side. He won. He lost his family while he gained her.

She conned him into sleeping with her, she got pregnant. She had played her cards very well. She was looking for love, just of a different kind; it wasn’t his love but love for his money.



100 words…that’s all. Well…if a certain someone is reading this, it could just probably save his ass. There’s a reason when people say “Love is Blind”

The pesky sister

“Here’s a first…there’s food on the table and you’re not eating it”

“I’m not hungry”

“Uh-oh girl trouble”

“It’s Veronica”

“you screwed up, didn’t you”

“I don’t know…it was the perfect moment, we started kissing and…”

“wait a sec…DO I wanna hear the end of that?”

“…and you’re kissing girls now? does mom and dad know?” hahahahaha

“okay..go on”

“her tongue started getting in the way and it felt weird”

“that’s hoowww you kiss”

“it surely wasn’t the same way Elisha & I kissed” he said to himself

“did I hear Elisha? You kissed Elisha..and then you kissed Veronica? Oh boy!

“it was just to show me how to kiss, I wanted to do it right”

“let me see if I got this right.. you kissed Elisha to learn how to kiss Veronica?”

“Does mum & dad know you’re on thissss….so called kissing spree?”

“mum&dad, mum&dad..what’s with you and mum&dad huh..does mum&dad know…

Mum & Dad entering the kitchen

“Mum and Dad what…?” looking at Lorraine and Ceaser

“Ceaser’s kissing girls”

“Lorrrryyyyy!” Ceaser shouted



Dad looked at Ceaser, “Son, its time we need to have a talk”

Over the years…

Got hold of a handful of photographs…tried sequencing them in chronological order..and I came up with this..starting way back from 1984


The Year: 1983, 1 year old. The Era of black & white photos and colorful lives 🙂 I can’t imagine dad looked like that 🙂 and my sister’s big black eyes 😀 Mom looks the same even now with addition to glasses and maybe a few white hairs here and there which she dyes almost instantly 🙂

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The Year: 1988, 6 years old..birthday pic 🙂 growing into a young handsome prince 🙂 ..those were the days I was learning to smile 🙂



7 years down the line. The Year 1995. Studio pic…the smile lost somewhere 🙁 The highlight was I begun wearing suits and I loved my RED shirt 😀


The Year 2000 – Mumbai, outside some church. Lame attempt to smile..I know! Don’t know what I was thinking there!! Red tie there… 🙂

And now 2015-16

 Would you believe I am the same person? I can barely imagine this is the same ME!!

From the days of innocence to… well… a person battered down by life’s expectations.

What is Prayer?


Prayer doesn’t just happen when we kneel or put hands together and focus and expect things from God


Thinking positive and wishing good for othersThat is Prayer

When you hug a friend That’s a Prayer

When you cook something to nourish family & friends That’s a prayer

When we send off our near & dear ones and say ‘Drive safely’ or ‘Be safe’That’s a prayer

When you are helping someone in need by giving your time and energy You are praying

Praying is a Vibration – A feeling – A thought

Prayer is the voice of love, friendship, genuine relationships.