Thursday, January 26, 2012

'Child Nectar'-Chinnanchiru kiliye kannamma..

I picked up puppy from bus stop, I had time till Meena returned from hospital and just sat in the balcony with a book. The sun’s rays were directed towards the wall and I could feel the warmth over my ears. I came inside and sat in the sofa. Television is least used by me at home. I called out puppy and he told that he will come in a minute. Without changing his school dress, he was playing with the neighbour’s girl baby. All playthings were strewn over the corridor.
I just continued reading through the book. Somehow it was depressing to read, though written by my famous author. I was not in a mood to read something serious. Felt lazy to do anything.  Just then she peeped through the door, head shaven, with a big smile, cooing and tried to lift herself up clutching the edge of the door.
the book.
Meena was entering the house at the same time and told “eh, mamavai thedi vanthuttiyadi?”(Came in search of uncle?) . She lifted her up and placed in my lap ridiculing me “can’t u see that she wants u to put that book off”. I lifted her and came inside calling puppy to come inside and change his dress. She pulled my glass, and then my pen and immediately bought them to her mouth.I placed her on the dining table and wrestled the pen from her. Our maid had made gulab jamoon and had allowed the fried soft balls to soak in sugar syrup. I took a jamoon in a cup and spoon , mashed it and started feeding her. The drool, the smile, her relish, all made me more enthusiastic in giving her small tidbits.Meanwhile I too had one jamoon suppressing the guilt of indulgence.
what is she having in her mouth?

I placed her down the floor while Meena came to the room. “Hey, what have you both done to my dining table?!” exclaimed Meena and started wiping up the sugar syrup. When I pointed fingers at her, she was already putting my mobile into her mouth.  I quickly snatched it from her, I punched in certain keys, made a call, scrolled the screen and thank god, it did work and the taste was good too.
பிள்ளை கனியமுதே கண்ண்ம்மா,
பேசும் பொற்சித்திரமே
அள்ளி அணைத்திடவே என்முன்னே
ஆடி வரும் தேனே
- பாரதியார்.

‘Child nectar’, my dear
 You are a talking portrait
With your tottering walk and pranks.
Honey, you tempt me into lifting  and hugging you
the next day evening - she smelled of Johnson's baby soap
                                  Chinnanchiru kiliye kannamma - Priya sisters.


  1. I can visualise the scene so graphically described.A child is a thing of beauty and innocence like a flower on a plant.
    The 'mottai'has only added to the charm.

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  3. That's beautiful! The words, pictures, video, and the translation too! Who would have thought of the word "Child nectar" than you!! You are a genious!

  4. sometimes we just have those days when even our favorite author doesn't work for us. :) lovely photo's. got to watch those curious little fingers for sure.
    thank you for sharing
    hope your days will be blessed adithyasaravana!

  5. oh, and thank you so much for the translation. They are beautiful words!

  6. Chinnanchiru kiliye kannamma...super u know buddy..i used to play at the house in triplicane where poet bharati stayed..i and my bros used to throw stones at mango tree there in triplicane koil street...hmm childhood days..athai en saar nyabaga paduthiningo?

  7. Hello Doc! What's news? Hasn't there been much conversations with yourself?!