Random phraseology, that colored my growing up with pati

In no specific order. Am decanting here from memory, lest these were to disappear from recollection.No one would know what they mean, without having heard them uttered/seen.....

Aing oyang....
Pillapapiah / jemmy doctor
Balakka
Lalla won Kulla enakku taa
Summa irukkaya swaroopata kattama
Pant doctor
Melleril/ Largactil/ serenace in a red white Fargo lantern box
Marwadi sainyam
Rajanna/Bebanna/Mani anna
Thanga taatha
Nandiyaal thelu
Aise chandrabhaaga aise bhimateer aisa vithevaara "Devakottai"
The swinging hips dance
"Jaala setthu poi lorry le eduthindu poghara"
"Kudu"
"Ennadhu idhu"
The times Poona taatha would drop in at 3 PM to read the TOI and paati would make tea for "Maama"
"Mookannadi vizha terunjiduuuu"
Mriganayani
Aadivaram aviyal chestaana
Oosipullaaan
Madaraas ki jao
Mischief rascal
Nallavan kadai
Torchlight and all other small collectibles
Aadum maadum kolam kolam, amayaar paati um kolam kolam
Deepa Jyoti parabhrama.....
Ucchipulayaare mahaganesa
Durgalakshmisaraswati thaaye
Chidbambara ragasyam
Chakravarti thirumaghan
Poooo....malaaaii....pottu kalyanam
Ungalukku ellam ennai mami.....neenga ellam romba jolly aha iruppel

The last I heard of her, she was a frail shrunken form of her previous self...staring into the webcam on Skype....muttering unintelligibly like a child , trying to sing her remarks....the image quality was not very good, she did not recognize me I think......

This was the last grandparent of mine who was alive.
A generation has passed..........

Lime and lemony Limca!!!!

Consumption

Awesome video...look at the hungry ants come in their bellies empty and then slowlydistend with the red sugary stuff.....!!

I am piqued at myself saying this...

There:  "Pair tuta hai na baba....dard thoda to hoga ....sahan karo abhi"

Here: "It is not acceptable for you to have pain...please let us know if your pain medicines are not adequate"

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So much love...!!!

It seemed that he had gone into a persistent vegetative state after a routine surgery. There was no identified toxic/metabolic/anatomic/structural/infectious/rheumatologic cause identified from results of a slew of extensive and sophisticated tests based on every possible near/far fetched hypothesis that could be tossed in the diagnostic process. His brain looked structurally normal with normal electric activity.But he continued to just stare blankly into the recesses of his room, like.... all hope of purposeful life had been sucked out of his existence, as heart continued to pound, blood flowed, lungs bellowed. But... to what end? What caused his neurons to be so benumbed... no one knew. I felt like I wanted to enter into his hippocampi /medial frontal area and tickle and see how they responded .

Only one thing stuck in the story : he had lost his wife to an acute illness a few months before.

I shivered at the thought when I heard the detailed story for the first time. I found it hard to picturize in my mind the fact that this man had slept beside the dead body of his wife for three days without alerting anyone of her death . They called him crazy and schizotypal, but  he had been a 'normal' guy before her death plunged him into craziness.

There was incredible sadness when one entered his room after hearing this story. Like he was one with his wife at last, and we were no one to intrude in to this seeming oneness of two persons. I knew then that he would die soon. I had seen my grandfather shrink into this absurdity of purposelessness without my grandmother had passed. All their lives they had been so passive-aggressive to each other, but in the death of another, the unmanifested love had played out like a gutting opera tristis a la Ivan Illych gradually stenosing all life.

I asked Psych- "Could this be catatonia?"  They said, " NO, please rule out an organic cause." 

I thought, "yeah, sure!!! "

I felt like asking, " could the diagnosis be Sadness? "


They would have called me crazy, I know.


Disclaimer: The details of the above mentioned situation are a figment of imagination only.

The Ritual by Abraham Varghese

Am so amused by some of the reactions in the comment section of this video.