Fashion tends to approach nudity

Uma is a good garment maker. I don’t like to call her a tailor, because she puts a lot of creative skills into her products - not just tailoring some cloth. That’s why all these ladies and girls come to her for their dress making. She is aware of and innovates on the current trends. That’s on women’s garments. Uma spends a lot of time on this now, every day.

Fashion trends are very interesting. Yesterday, while we were at the shopping complex, I’ve shown Uma how the trend in Churidars go. The side slits (openings) is going up and up. The slit is now almost up above the waist level. When the girl sits (or even when walking), her thighs are exposed well. Her inner one too is visible. I told Uma, that fashion is a unique phenomena.

"Fashion is a unique change, that attempts /tends to approach nudity. Fashion is an attractant of the opposite sex. Therefore, today, Fashion is synonymous with sex." She says.

Post-Vishu thoughts

Uma was very happy on Tuesday. And she showed that too. Early in the morning, she gave me the usual gift. Did you ever enjoy that perfume ? If not, its high time you should !

In the evening that day, during the chat, I made a mention about this blog. She immediately asked me “Have you written about the 6x3 mystery ?”

“Not yet “ I  said. "All must have understood what it is by now.. must have seen and noted the picture !"

“Don’t keep that any more. Tell them all about 6x3 today itself" , she continued.

She’s right. I shall tell you more about that in my next chat.

Vishu celebrations

Uma did celebrate Vishu. She don’t skip any opportunity to celebrate. Ofcourse, I was too happy to participate in Vishu celebrations, with her.

Vishu was on Monday last. The most important things we do for Vishu are four things. Vishukkany, Vishu kaineettam, Visit Lord Krishna (at a temple), and have a Sadya (feast).

Uma wanted all these, in its real traditional form. That’s why she made every arrangement needed for Vishu. On Saturday, she cooked some specials, I know. That’s why Remany was at home for the whole day, right from early morning, with Uma.

Remany is our part-time house-keeper lady. She's certainly not a servant to us. I have a very special relationship with her. I shall tell you more about her sometime later. However, to be very brief now about her, Ramani is a very honest lady (50) from my hometown. She has been our full-time associate at my ancestral home (in her teens). And she's now living here for the last few years. She is a very good cook too. More than just an associate (I hate to use the word 'servant', about her) , she is a member of my family. She takes the lead role in kitchen matters and many other house-hold activities. Uma calls her “Chechy”, though Ramani is almost aged as much as her mother.

On Sunday, Uma arranged everything for Vishu Kani. I shall show you the snaps of the arrangements.

On Monday, early morning at 5 AM, Uma woke up and started the activities ( I could feel her actions !). I felt like sleepy and so was on bed for some more time, waiting for the usual morning gift. At about 5.45, Uma came to me and called. She was in settu-mundu, and with all the attributes of a traditional Nair lady. That was my real Vishukkani. She smiled at me and said “Maamma, come and see Kani”.

“OK.. coming…” I said. I woke up and went to the drawing room where the Kani was arranged. So pleasant and satisfying a scene.. I prayed for a minute. Oh Lord Krishna …

After the prelim morning routines, I went to the kitchen for my Black Coffee. Yeah, Uma was ready with it. “I didn’t get the morning gift” I said , looking at her. She with an exclamatory gesture, “Ayyo, not today.. it’s very auspicious today you know…. the usual one ? No, .. I can’t show you that in the morning… “. I smiled.. and expressed a poser on my face. She said “I’ll give you something very special today evening… Not now.. Now, take me to the temple…”.

Later in the morning I took her to the temple (Krishnan Kovil), and returned after the Darshan. On reaching back home, I gave her a 100 Rupee note, as the Kaineettam. She worshipfully accepted it and looked at me…. inviting. She walked to her room, and I followed.. asked her..”how about my Kaineettam ? “. In the room, she turned to me and stood … with both her hands opened and spread out…”I am your Kaineettam Maamma “. I could see a glow in her eyes.. happiness.. and I couldn’t resist .. I .... . We were in silence, in embrace.. for some time.. and I could feel her ...... … I ...

And thus the Vishu Sadya commenced !

Oh... Are they real ?

Uma is very convincing in her arguments. That's why, when I raised my doubts over the shapes these girls show, Uma was very logical in presenting her answer.
To exhibit is feminine. To look is male (and ofcourse vice versa !). Both ways, we enjoy.
Today's girls (and ladies) take much efforts to magnify their assets, for display. They present them beautifully, and noticeably. That's very satisfying for all.
I asked Uma, why these girls of the 10th standard have such huge front and rear protrusions. She said, she'll explain.
She just browsed through a few picture galleries and picked two. We spent a few minutes on them, discussing.
I said "The first one is fake, made up of thick sponge, and the second is real". She said : "Maamma, both are real in size, but shaped. You should watch such things closely. Then you will understand what is what". She continued " What you see are all manipulated. Girls , these days, can make their protrusions look as big and shapely as they want ... and how daring they are to exhibit (may be in the name of fashion ) ". I was impressed over her wisdom.

She agreed to give me a demo, later ...

Before leaving for kitchen, she smiled at me and posed "There's only one original. That's here. Alle ? ". She left the room before I could answer. But she is right. Her's is original, and don't need any sponge fittings. 32C is classical too .. isn't it ? I'll show you a proof, later.

Real hai kya ?

Must be real !

Beauty of Protrusions

Uma has an appointment with the dentist tomorrow. She has certain problems being corrected by an orthodontist.

When someone looks at a girl/lady, the first thing he thinks is how beautiful she is. I haven't talked to you regarding how beautiful Uma is. Let me be frank with you all, Uma is not a beautiful girl. She is just an average looking girl. Her vital statistics are ofcourse quite tempting, and complexion is good, but her face is not like Aiswaryarai. First of all, her teeth is protruding. Even without a smile, her teeth lines are visible.

Once, while he was here, I asked Vasu, why she was not taken to an orthodontist for a correction. He straight away accused her of not asking for it. Anyhow, past is past, I said.

Over the last few months, I convinced her that she should look good , more beautiful, and then she agreed to consult an orthodontist. That's how I've arranged a consultation during last September. She is now wearing clips, clipping the teeth lines to get pushed in.

She 's to visit the dentist every month for tightening the clips.  And so, she'll be going over there.

Uma used to comment about the next door girl, having the same problem. She, a student of BSc, too has the teeth problem- protrusions.

She too is now getting it corrected by another orthodontist.

But the interesting point Uma showed me is her other protrusions.

That girl, Rini, is a fairly fatty girl. At home she always wears a pyjama and top - as if straight from the bed. She takes a stroll in their balcony and in the garden. Her pyjamas and tops are so thin, you can see all her inner wear. Uma used to call me and show, whenever Rini is seen around. The most attractive is that her protrusions (not alone the teeth) are very large in size, and so would compell you for a second look.

Modern garments

Uma had been to shopping yesterday. She bought many items , cloth and accessories, for garment making.  She also bought  Sweet16s, knickers, and fancy panties, for the girls. She will be giving these items to the girls in the coming days.

She bought something for her too. See two images above of what she bought for her. She is not aware I had taken the snaps. When she sees this, she would not fire me ! She likes to share.

Building shapes

Uma was very  interested in answering and clarifying  my doubts. My doubt was : how's it possible to show such curves ? When there's nothing inside ( or, so cute it is ), how does it show so big and beautiful?

What I was referring is to the picture above.

Uma gave me the answer detailing .... The shape is  moulded, and fitted. Looks great ! and tempting !!  I looked at her's. She responded " Maamma, I don't need that. I am fine without anything there. Isn't it ?"

"Yes cutie.. "

Beauty of soft contours

Uma helps her students fashioned up !  Here are just two frames.
One from the class room, and other from a demo of 'Sweet16' bra. Uma had already planned to go to the "Inner wear" shop tomorrow-Sunday-, to buy these items for her girls.  Moreover, she'll show me how some of the contours are made - made out of nothing ! And made out of foam !

 

Sweet 16

Malayalam stories

Uma likes erotic stories. During last Christmas holidays, she was introduced to my collection of malayalam erotic stories. I'm a fan of such stories and being a subscriber to "Kochupusthakam", I get stories frequently. I keep them downloaded. I have a good collection now. Thousands of pictures too !

One day, when I was reading a story, she happened to come to me. I tried to hide the screen, but she smelt something fishy.

She was successful in tickling me to show the page. She said "Chee Chee, Maamma, why do you read these 'dirty kathakal' ?"

I said "dear, its not just dirty stories, but are very interesting experiences. I enjoy them. When you read, you too would love that".

She nodded her head and said " Its all dirty. They have all dirty language".

"How do you know ? "I asked. "You said you haven't read any".

She was caught ! She, with a bleach, said "Kamala chechi had two small books of this type. She gave me to read ". "I would have read it a thousand times" she continued, and walked away.

After a few minutes, she returned , with a piece of cake and a cup of Black coffee (Kattan kaappy). I was too happy to show her the hidden folder with all the stories. Now, its no more hidden !

Today, a few minutes ago, I had to push her out of this PC. She was reading "Saavithri Antharjanam". "Chheey, this is so nasty ... Antharjanams are never like this...  Maamma, why don't you ask them to write better, without such abusive language?"

"Hey, its not MT or Thakazhi writing these.. Someone is enjoying writing abuses. Let them enjoy.. You don't read them if you don't like..."  I raised my voice and said : "Get lost Uma, you have a better job now." Staring at me, and with a smile, she went out.

 She has to start classes at 5 pm, you know.

Power cuts are not bad

Uma do not worry over silly things. She takes small issues lightly. That’s a good habit !

Thanks to KSEB. They are too smart to cut the power supply, with out any reason (they don’t know they say, but is intentional to reduce the load – undeclared powercuts !). Yesterday, power went off at 7.30 pm; returned after 9 pm.

Though this time is usually non-productive for me, I used to read or watch TV. And mostly with some spirit. Yesterday too I was about to start my lonely session, when KSEB struck.

Uma used to do her computer assignments (if any) during this time. Otherwise, she’s with the sewing machine. The sewing machine is in her bed room. The room is big enough. I removed all extra furniture from this bed room, leaving only her bed, a table and two chairs. Plus ofcourse her sewing machine included. She works for about 2 hours a day on sewing. Yeah, she enjoys that.

Did I tell you that she is a creative garment maker ? Yes, she is. She converts cloth into beautiful and comfortable garments. Ok..Ok … my point is , she is not just an ordinary tailor.

She makes dress for herself, and for her customers (our colony residents, and her students). She earns some money from that. I insist that she must save all that money she earns. That’s why a new bank account was opened recently for her in the local SBI branch.

She gets orders from local ladies and girls, for their dresses. She makes Churidaars, tops, blouse, paavada, night gowns, petticoats, shimmy, other inner ones, and also repair works for almost any garment. She does her tailoring work in the evening from about 7 to 9 pm usually.

She earns around 100 bucks daily.. That’s not bad ! More than the money , she enjoys the activity. Enjoyment comes in different forms to different people. But for Uma, she derives enjoyment from her inner instincts ! Touching and caressing, particularly the inner ones, while taking measurements and trial fitting .. She enjoys that.

Last day, I saw (You know how !) her dealing with a girl. .... 

Oh.. I was talking about powercut. Yeah, yesterday, Uma couldnot work on her sewing machine, due to the powercut. She came to me and sat for a chat. The emergency light was our only companion. After abusing KSEB for sometime, she told me “Maamma, let’s go to the balcony.” . “OK “ I said, and followed her to the back side balcony. Though cloudy, it was not dark. We sat there, she kept on talking –about everything she felt like- and I was a listener. I was trying to keep my spirits up, with the glass I had. Uma knows well, how I’d feel in such mood. She don’t normally advice me not to drink. But, I remember, she did fire me, the first time she saw me drinking.

An hour passed and we felt no hope of KSEB blessing us again. But I could see, Uma was very closely watching me ... , and the unrest I was in. Yeah, the spirits worked. She came close to me, and stood beside me. I slowly pulled her in .... Like a little pussy cat, she came in.

We spent , may be , an hour… in the heaven. Suddenly the lights went on. She got out of my lap. Smiling and dressing up, she said “let’s go Maamma”. I followed her to the drawing.

Fighting with Kunjamma

Uma is a free bird today. She enjoys the freedom. She knows well that her person responsible for her now, is very cool. And, cool in the sense that he is with her. Uma knows well to keep that so.

She used to tell me that March 3, 2007, the day she left her place and came down to me, is the turning point in her life. A few days back, while on our regular chat, she told me “I am not worried about my marriage. I am decided on that. But I wish I get a good employment.”. With a long pause, she then looked at me and said “ Mamma, I am sure you’ll love to have me with you here. Am I right ?”.

I understand her question well. “Yes, Uma. Unless Vasu decides otherwise”.

“No, that he can’t. I am not to go back to them” Uma was a bit louder then. “ Mamma, please don’t send me !”. She kept on telling me more and more on why she won’t go back at all. I’ve been listening; but I kept quiet. I know this could drag on to “raagavistaaram” (recital) about her father’s achi (Uma’s step-mother ). And, always it ends up there.

Uma and her Kunjamma are enemies. They have nothing good about the other. Everytime, on this topic, Uma gets into abusing her step-mother, and she uses dirty words. The first word that comes in her recital is “K*******i ” (means bitch). Oh…. Many a time I had to stop her. One day, she, lowering her voice, told me : “.. she never wears anything under. Only an ottamundu …. Nothing inside ...… I hate such ladies.”. Then our chat went on in that line….

After sometime, I sparked the issue again. I know I could enjoy her talk. I asked “ Uma, your Kunjamma doesn’t wear anything under.. But how does she respond to you on that ?” She smiled and said: “ ....Nee ... ....  nadannodi ... ( You have yours closed and packed for ever..) Oruthanum ... .....  varilladi ninakku .. (No one will come with his stuff to your ). What dirty language ...!

6x3 and 24x6

Uma's 6x3 ; Drying in sunshine, after wash.
A 24x6 in the bedroom




Uma is sitting next to me now. She , before commencing today's tuition class, wanted to check with me about today's revelations. She had just read it and says :
"Maamma, how do they understand these numbers ? No one can get an idea about 6'x3' cotton cloth. Please give some more clues."
I said : "Not yet, Let's wait for a couple of days, till someone , if at all, gets the click ! "
"And what about your new number game, 24x6 ? If it were 24x7, they would have got it."
"Wait Uma, don't be in a hurry. 24x7 is universal. I want to make 24x6 also universal. What do you say ?' I said. "Do you have 6x3 right now ? "
She pinched my head, and said "No way ! Can't you see my Churidar, Maamma ?'
She's right. Ok, let me give some clues. Please see the pictures.

Fetish on 6x3

Uma had the  tuition class yesterday. She taught Maths to those 10 th students. She did well. I have been watching them, from my study room. Thanks to modern technology, I can see and hear, anything in my house anywhere anytime (provided, I plan for it accordingly!).  My virtual eyes help me there.

Being fetish on something is certainly interesting. Its not an abnormal behaviour (as psychologists differ). Who, in this world, is not fetish on something or the other. Everyone is. So also I am. I am fetish on ladies’ garments, specially undergarments. And you know, I am peak on 6x3.

That’s why Uma gives me a very interesting gift right in the morning, almost everyday. Now that she is with me for over an year, Uma understands my weaknesses and fetishes too. She knows my likes and dislikes well. She had discussed with me about her fetishes ( I shall tell you that later, in detail). She is peak on 24x6.

Uma likes to watch me enjoying these stuff. And more importantly, her 6x3. I enjoy looking at, smelling, licking, and embracing these lovely articles. The very sight of a 6x3 gets me a kick. The best of all is a 6x3 worn overnight. That’s why Uma gives me her 6x3 everyday, right in the morning coming straight from her bed. In return, I show her my privacies.

I keep her daily gift on my bed. I lie with it ... It smells beautiful and tasty; but mild. Believe me, that’s the best fragrance I ‘ve enjoyed. I love it.

Another one too knows my weakness on this fragrance. That’s Annie, my office typist girl. She gives me a gift often (she is irregular in the office) in the evening, before she leaves. Occasionally, she gives that earlier too, on specific demand ! In the morning, she ‘ll show me a kerchief (she brings two everyday, one for me). She’ll slowly slide it into her bra, right in front of me. After lunch, she comes to me again for a chat, and then she’ll slowly pullout the kerchief. She then, through the front opening/slit of her churidar bottom, slowly places it into her panties. In front of me, but while sitting. In the evening, before leaving the office (or if I a leave early, at that time), she comes to me and pulls out the kerchief. She gives me that like a precious gift. Yeah, its precious and thrilling….. it gives me  a kick. I do reciprocate the gift, as she wants it, by a currency note.

Annie is not regular in the office ( she capitalises my weakness !) . I fire her for that. She’d smile and say “Sir, today, I’ll make it different ...”. You know, these girls today are really smart. They manage what they want; they know how to handle their boss !

Yeah, I am supposed to give a new packet of kerchief to Annie today.

Uma and her life

Uma lives with me now. But who is she to me ? I can’t answer that in a word. But I can only say, she is not nobody to me. But who is she ? Yes, I can tell you, she is the daughter of Vasu.

Vasu, my classmate and friend, was so close and dear to me during those school days. He was our neighbor too. Our friendship was frozen when I left my village on getting a job. Later, we had only occasional contacts. Thick friendship became very thin. However, our strong bond of friendship took a rebirth in January, last year.

Vasu’s family was well connected with my family. That’s how we developed our intimacy. In the school, we were on the same bench. I was a bit better in my studies, and Vasu was only just an average student. After schooling, Vasu’s family moved on to another place in central Travancore. This place is very famous for its Shiva temple. Vasu’s family settled somewhere near to this Maha Siva Kshetram. I had never been to Vasu since then. However, I used to get some occasional news about his whereabouts.

Vasu was working as a helper in a small nearby temple. Later, he married the daughter of the temple priest ( Namboothiri). I was aware that this marriage made a lot of communal issues, then. It was the case of a Brahmin girl eloping with a Nair boy. However, over time (years), the clouds rained and all got clear.
Vasu, (he later told me) had to struggle for his family. It was too difficult for him to manage both ends meet, with what he was earning from his helper job in the temple. Vasus were blessed with two smart children (a girl and a boy). Vasu’s wife ( Ushadevi Antharjanam) was a total housewife. Later, in 1992, she died of some serious illness. Their daughter, Umadevi, was only 14, and son Prasad was 8, at that time. Vasu had a hell of a problem managing his family and bringing them up. Years passed, and Vasu could somehow manage his children’s education. Umadevi completed her BA degree course. During this time, Vasu made a blunder (as he himself put it).. he remarried. He married a lady from the same locality. She was from a well to do Nair family. Vasu left the helper job, and started a provision shop (with the finacial help of his new wife). He started picking up financially. However, the new lady was a mismatch with his children. His home was an oven of internal fight and unrest between the children and their Kunjamma.
Inspite of many efforts and attempts to get a job for Uma, Vasu could not succeed. Neither he could find a groom for his daughter. Uma and Kunjamma kept on fighting, killing out the family rhythm. For Uma, her kunjamma was only an “achy”, and for kunjamma, Uma was an “Antharjanam”. Communal clash right in Vasu’s family ! In 2003, Vasu became father of another girl. The oven was hot, with frequent sparks and fire.

During 2007 January, I had been to the Siva Temple (I referred above), to attend the marriage of a close relative. There, I met Vasu. Even after this many years, we had no difficulty in identifying each other. The first look itself translated into an embrace.

Yeah, the story of Vasu is the life of Uma too.

Teaching - the most noble job

Uma is a student (of Computer Applications). But she is a teacher as well. She teaches, at home, in the evening.
Last year, when she landed here, she didn’t have any serious activity. That made her dull and gloomy all day. I wanted to brighten up this girl (lady? The terminology may not be apt !). During the chats at home, I could pickup that she likes taking tuitions for children. That’s it. I made all possible environments for her to kick start a part time job – self employment – right at home. I could convince her to take up the task, though in a very low key, atleast to keep herself busy during the day. During March, just after the final year exams, I could canvas about ten students of the 9th and 10 th standards, from our residential colony. She started teaching English, with focus on conversational (spoken) English. However, she based her teachings on the class text books. This was an optimal arrangement.
I converted my car porch (garage) into a class room. About 15 students could be accommodated in this place. The open front side was provided with a sliding(roller) screen. A white board of 8’x4’ was fixed on the inner end wall. A wall mounting oscillating fan, and two tube lights were also fitted. 4 benches and desks, wooden, were also put. Additionally, I’d put provisions for mounting necessary electronic gadgets (for my virtual eyes). That’s her class room !

Uma did her BA Economics. She says, “I learnt many things, but not Economics”. I know now, Uma is good at Social Sciences, English and Maths. That’s enough for her to teach students upto say, 10 th standard. And, Uma does that very well. She is an excellent teacher !

I’ve been telling Uma, that one of the most important qualities of a good teacher is his/her ability to build a personal relationship with the students. Having made a good rapport, the student opens his/her mind to the teacher. This is exactly the opening to which the teacher drives in what she wants. Having opened their mind, the student builds up an attachment with the teacher. This bond is for ever. Uma is successful in implementing this principle. Invariably, she makes a close relationship with the student, boy or girl. Her first batch of about a dozen are her true ambassadors, and they brought in more students for tuition, this year. Now Uma has over 30 students, of 8/9/10 th standards. Uma is really proud of being a teacher. She enjoys teaching, and more than that, the personal relationships. The relationship, infact, have grown into different dimensions, building bondages of mind and the body.

Uma teaches in the evening, from 4 to 6 pm. The students reach our home, by 4 (after their school hours). She takes class for about 2 hours., and two days a week, for each batch. Additionally, Uma teaches a couple of 11th std girl students, for English, on Sat and Sundays.
Having converted my garage into a class room, my car is in the hot sun and rain ! Uma sympathesies my car and compels me to make a covered shelter for my Mary. Mary, you know, is my car. Guessed it ? My Mary is from the Maruthy family ! A home for Mary is being planned. Today, Tuesday, Uma will be teaching a class of 10 th std students ( 6 girls and 3 boys, if I remember right !). I’ve my remote eye placed in the class room.

You are invited... please come down ? I’ll show you, sitting in my bed room, how Uma teaches them. And ofcourse, interesting scenes too !