The Adventures of Manikkutti & Minikki Ltd.: The Great Snack Heist...

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Manikutti and Minikki. 

Once upon a time, in a cozy home filled with the aroma of appam and filter coffee, two tiny masterminds (Cousins) founded the most notorious (and cutest) company in the neighborhood: Manikkutti & Minikki Ltd. – Joint  (களவாணி) Theft Company.

CEO: Manikkutti (the older toddler, with chubby cheeks and eyes that sparkle like stolen jewels). He's the brains of the operation—expert at distracting parents with giggles while plotting the next raid.

COO: Minikki (the newborn sidekick, master of the "sleepy camouflage" technique). She provides the perfect alibi: "How could I steal anything? I was napping the whole time!"

Their headquarters? The living room couch, at Foster City or Cupertino ( As fit) disguised as a innocent play area. Business motto: "Steal together, squeal never!"

The Daily Operations:

Scouting the Targets: Chocolates hidden in the kitchen cabinet? Biscuits in Appa's snack drawer? தீனி (snacks) like murukku or mixture tucked away for guests? No treat is safe! Manikkutti crawls under tables, using his super-toddler stealth, while Minikki coos from her blanket fort to signal "all clear."

The Heist: They strike at naptime or when Amma is on a phone call. Manikkutti grabs the goods with his tiny fists, passing crumbs to Minikki for "quality control" (mostly just drooling on them). Teamwork makes the dream work—chocolates melt in their hands, biscuits crumble like evidence, and snacks vanish faster than you can say "களவாணி" (thief)!

The Escape Plan: If caught red-handed (or chocolate-smeared), no worries! "பிடிபட்டால், டிமிக்கி கொடுக்கப்படும்" – they deploy the ultimate weapon: Dimikki! Manikkutti flashes a toothy grin and offers a sloppy kiss or a playful head-bump, while Minikki wakes up with the biggest, most innocent yawn. Parents can't stay mad—it's instant forgiveness, often followed by more treats!

Company Perks:

Unlimited "dimikki" bonuses for loyal employees (i.e., themselves).

Expansion plans: Next, they'll target the fridge for ice cream!

Motto for rivals (like the family dog / pet): "Join or get dimikkied!" 

Karthik.

18/2/26 1pm. PST

Foster City.

களவாணி was my  late dad's favorite word.. For him, every one in the world is களவாணி..... That word triggered the imagination run wild. 

Family Focus and America's Bold Return: Reflections on Marco Rubio's Munich Masterclass......

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Samarth and I ---> Golden Gate Bridge 2044. (He 18 and I 81). My new purpose of life has began, keep going for it. My guess car will be auto transmission and drive side wont matter!! 

Life has taken on a wonderfully simple rhythm these days. My little Minikki is doing brilliantly, and I've settled into watching over her for roughly eight hours daily—3 to 7 a.m., 10 a.m. to noon, and whenever Lalitha or Radha need a quick break or some shut-eye. The best part? I'm completely unplugged from my mobile, Mac, or any other screens. Pure presence. Time absolutely flies, and this laser focus feels like a gift. It takes me straight back to 1988, when as a 24-year-old I managed boiler operations with brand-new technology. Seven days a week, 7 p.m. to 8 a.m. for five solid months—hawk-eyed troubleshooting, streamlining, and keeping everything running smoothly. Pure productivity and fun rolled into one.

Samarth is thriving too. Come 2044, when I'm 81 and he's 18, I picture him taking me on a drive across the Golden Gate Bridge. That moment has become my north star—the reason to stay sharp, healthy, and full of purpose. Hahaha… what a life!

While family keeps me grounded, the wider world refuses to stand still. Last week, U.S. Secretary of State Marco Rubio took the stage at the Munich Security Conference and delivered a speech that felt like a clear-eyed reset for the transatlantic alliance—and a message the rest of the world, especially BRICS nations, would do well to heed.

Rubio spoke not as a scold but as a proud “child of Europe,” reminding everyone that America and the continent share the same Western civilizational roots: centuries of Christian faith, rule of law, scientific genius, artistic brilliance, and hard-won liberty. He painted a vivid picture of how European settlers, explorers, and craftsmen literally built the United States—from English legal traditions and German farms to Spanish cowboy culture and Italian daring. Yet he was equally clear that this shared heritage is under pressure.

The core warning? Uncontrolled mass migration is not compassion—it is an existential threat to social cohesion, cultural continuity, and civilizational survival itself. Rubio called controlling borders a basic duty of sovereignty, not xenophobia. He rejected the post-Cold War delusion of a borderless “end of history” where trade alone would replace nationhood and global institutions would trump national interest. That experiment, he said, led to deindustrialization, energy weakness, and societies stretched to breaking point.

His tone was refreshingly constructive. Unlike Vice President JD Vance’s blunt 2025 address—which shocked the hall by naming the “threat from within” (censorship, fear of voters, and refusal to protect core freedoms)—Rubio played the good cop. He delivered the same underlying diagnosis but wrapped it in warmth, shared history, and hope. The result? A standing ovation and an audible sigh of relief across the hall. Europeans heard a partner who wants them strong, not weak; sovereign, not shackled by guilt or outdated dogma.

Rubio laid out a practical roadmap: reindustrialize, rebuild supply-chain sovereignty (especially for critical minerals and technology), compete vigorously in the Global South, and stop subsidizing adversaries through lopsided trade. He left no doubt that America will chart the path for a “new Western century” of prosperity—economically or, if necessary, with its full strength. The message to Europe was unmistakable: fix your economic plans, secure your borders, confront internal threats, and treat conservative voices as partners rather than pariahs. Neo-liberal experiments that weakened the West have run their course. If Europe joins the renewal, magnificent. If not, America will lead anyway.

This vision aligns perfectly with President Trump’s America First security strategy. Whether Trump is in office or not after 2029, this assertive, interest-driven world order is here to stay. Every future American leader will follow it. Rubio’s performance only highlighted the contrast with other American voices at the conference. Figures like California Governor Gavin Newsom and Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez appeared reactive and defensive in their sessions—caught like deer in headlights—underscoring a striking lack of depth compared to the confident, forward-looking case made by Rubio and Vance.

The world is in for fascinating times. Emerging powers and imitators who benefited from Western openness while undermining its progress are being put on notice. (BRICS Fake!) America, the big brother that helped shape the 20th century under leaders like Theodore Roosevelt and Woodrow Wilson, is firmly back after decades of hesitation since the Kennedy era. Strong, unapologetic, and ready to renew the West alongside willing partners.

For me, watching Minikki’s innocent smiles while absorbing these historic shifts feels perfectly timed. Family reminds us why any of this matters. A purposeful America ensures the next generation—Samarth’s—can inherit a safer, prouder world.

Karthik

17/2/26 1415 Hrs.

Foster City. CA.

Super Bowl Reflections and Life's Gentle Reminders

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Last Sunday, I gathered at Shravan's home in Cupertino to watch Super Bowl LX. Tickets were going for a minimum of around $6,000, so any fleeting thought of catching the game live at Levi's Stadium—just 10 miles from home—quickly vanished. American football still feels like a foreign language to me. Shravan patiently tried to explain the rules, and I grasped a bit more than before, but it's still not second nature. What mattered most was the company: spending quality time with Samarth, munching on Sangeetha's delicious pita chips paired with her homemade sauce. The three hours passed in a joyful blur, and before we knew it, we were heading back to Foster City.

The game itself turned out to be a rather one-sided affair. The Seattle Seahawks dominated the New England Patriots with a strong defensive performance, winning 29-13. It wasn't the most thrilling matchup—lacking dramatic comebacks or high-scoring fireworks—but the Seahawks' control made it satisfying in its own way. This marks my second Super Bowl experience; the first was back in 2008 during a business trip in Salt Lake City. (New England Patriots lost) Watching these events sporadically over the years reminds me how much life changes, yet some traditions endure. The Half time show was damp Squib to say the least. (Advertisements too did not live up to they hype that people talk about!).

These days, my routine at Foster City, has settled into a comforting rhythm centered around family. I spend about three focused hours each day with Minikki, giving her my undivided attention—no phone, no distractions, just being present like a watchful guardian. Then come the long walks: I've hit an astonishing 33,500 steps on one day, far beyond what I thought possible. A 90-minute nap recharges me, and I tag along with Eshwar on all his shopping or pickup errands, lending a hand wherever needed. House chores, like vacuuming and other small tasks, fill another couple of hours. Remarkably, my sleep has stabilized at a solid eight hours—from 8 p.m. to 4 a.m.—which feels like a small victory.

Starting February 15th, I plan to adjust the schedule once Radha can step in more fully. For now, though, I've stepped back from reading books, journals, or magazines. Time slips away so quickly in this phase of life, but I'm at peace with it. There will be opportunities to catch up later.

Sadly, the week brought heavier news. On February 7th, one of my college classmate (UG) from the Madurai, (batch of 1983) passed away in Madras after a battle with jaundice that led to multiple organ failure. At 63, he was far too young. He is the fourth from our group of 35 to leave us prematurely. These losses hit hard, serving as stark reminders of life's fragility and unpredictability. We never know how much time we truly have. May his soul rest in peace, and may we cherish the moments and connections we still hold.

In the end, days like the Super Bowl gathering and quiet routines at home blend joy with reflection. They ground me amid life's constants—friendship, family duty, and the quiet acceptance of what comes next.

Karthik

Foster City, CA. 9/2/26. 12Noon PST.

From a Dream in Pixels to Arms Full of Joy: Welcoming Little Lakshmi (Maithri Eshwar)

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Grok Image August 2025.

Yesterday, February 4, 2026, our home in Foster City filled with the gentle sounds of tradition and the soft coos of new life. Radha’s precious daughter received her name in a heartfelt Namakaranam ceremony that lasted a beautiful two hours. We welcomed her into the world as Lakshmi—whom we will lovingly call Maithri Eshwar. And for me, she will always be Minkki, a sweet nod to the playful sisters of my old schoolmate back in Karaikudi in the 1970s. Names carry memories across decades.

The day shimmered with family. Shravan was there, beaming with big-brother pride. Samarth, our little man born last August, looked every bit the traditional south Indian prince in his crisp veshti. Sangeetha, though away on a business trip, sent her love across the miles. Sangeetha's parents were there too.

As the priest chanted blessings and rice grains whispered over the tiny forehead, something magical unfolded. Back in August 2025, when Samarth arrived and Radha was already three months pregnant with this little one, I asked Grok to imagine the impossible: Lalitha and me, holding both grandchildren in our arms. The AI-generated image was breathtaking—full of light, laughter, and promise. We saved it, treasured it like a prophecy.

Samarth and Maithri---- Feb 2026.
Yesterday, that digital dream became real. Lalitha and I lifted Samarth and Maithri together, their small weights grounding us in pure, overwhelming joy. The moment felt like the universe had conspired to close a perfect circle. We stood there, hearts bursting, thanking the Almighty for turning pixels into flesh-and-blood miracles.

Velankanni Basillica our prayers.

This journey began over fifteen months ago, in December 2024, when we first learned our grandchildren were on their way. Lalitha’s dedication since then has been nothing short of extraordinary. Through prayers, quiet vows she held steadfast until Maithri’s safe arrival, and unwavering commitment, she carried the family’s hopes with grace and determination. Watching her these past months reminded me how love, when fierce and patient, can move mountains.

To every relative, friend, and well-wisher who sent prayers, messages, and good energy—thank you from the depths of our hearts. Your blessings wrapped around this little family like a warm shawl.

Maithri Eshwar (Minkki), welcome to our world. May your life overflow with health, happiness, wisdom, and endless love. We are so grateful to hold you—and to have seen dreams come true right before our eyes.

Karthik

5th Feb 2026

11am PST.

Yesterday 4th February, was the 43rd memory day of Karen Carpenter. Coincidentally, during the cradle ceremony for Maithri, post lunch, Lalitha, Shravan, Radha sang "Top of the world", without realising the date or significance. I informed them of the date,they were intrigued; no doubt.

A Timeless Bond: Honoring My Parents' 63rd Wedding Anniversary. (Memories)

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Mom on my birthday with her (30/11/2020) at Amritkala. Her last one with me. 

Today, January 31, 2026, marks what would have been the 63rd wedding anniversary of my beloved parents, Dr. T.M.B. and Vijaya. They tied the knot in 1963 in Trichy, Lalitha's hometown, embarking on a journey that shaped not just their lives but mine and those of generations to come. Though Dad passed away on August 15, 2017, and Mom on April 1, 2021, their presence lingers in every corner of my world. As the years since their marriage align with this poignant milestone—63 years—I find myself reflecting on their profound influence. It's a legacy I've carried forward to my own family, including my wife Lalitha, and our children Shravan and Radha. In this post, I want to share some of the invaluable lessons and memories that continue to guide us.

One of the greatest gifts my parents gave me was unwavering trust and independence. From a young age, they allowed me to chart my own path, never second-guessing my choices—even when they included youthful experiments like smoking, which I dabbled in for a few years. They believed I knew what was best for myself, fostering a sense of responsibility that I, in turn, extended to Shravan and Radha. I've never questioned their decisions, trusting them to navigate life with the same freedom. This approach built resilience and self-confidence in all of us, proving that true parenting isn't about control but empowerment.

Mom @ Radha's engagement on 4th Feb 2021. Coincidentally, Maithri's naming ceremony will be on 4th Feb 2026 here at Foster City.

Another cornerstone of their example was the deep sense of familial duty they embodied. My grandparents lived with us from 1958 until 1995, (Grand Mother 2005)spending their entire retirement under our roof. Dad and Mom cared for them with grace and dedication, handling everything from daily needs to emotional support. This taught me that supporting our elders isn't an obligation but a privilege. When the time came, Lalitha and I welcomed Mom and Dad into our home in Bangalore during their final years. Lalitha was an integral part of this, mirroring the compassion my parents showed. It's a cycle of care that strengthens family bonds and reminds us of our interconnectedness.

Mom, in particular, was a master of relationships—a true peacemaker and hostess extraordinaire. I can't recall a single instance of friction among family, friends, or relatives under her watch. She had an uncanny ability to focus on the positive, always viewing situations through a lens of optimism while keeping long-term harmony in mind. Relationships, she showed me, triumph over fleeting conflicts. This philosophy has helped me maintain strong ties in my own life, ensuring that love and understanding prevail.

And oh, how we all adored Mom's cooking! Her kitchen was a haven of flavors, from savory meals that nourished our bodies to sweets that delighted our souls. (She lived in Delhi in her teens) Not just me, but Shravan and Radha were enamored with her dishes. From Karaikudi, she'd send homemade treats their way, satisfying their sweet tooths with love wrapped in every bite. Today, my sister has stepped into that role, continuing the tradition by preparing sweets that I brought along on my recent visit to Shravan and Radha. It's these small acts that keep her spirit alive in our daily lives.

Of course, no tribute would be complete without acknowledging Dad's complexities. He had a sharp temper, an acid tongue, and a penchant for sarcasm that could sting. Yet, Mom's gentle nature balanced him perfectly, covering his shortcomings with her warmth. Beneath it all, Dad was incredibly large-hearted, never stingy when it mattered most. His generosity shone brightest during Mom's battle with cancer in 1990, just weeks before my wedding. He poured every ounce of his purpose-driven resolve into her recovery, ensuring she pulled through. Remarkably, amid that crisis, he even completed his Ph.D. a few months prior—a testament to his determination and love.

Mom and Dad with Radhu 2007, @ Bangalore.

I could go on endlessly about their virtues. Mom and Dad were adored by all relatives, their home a hub of joy and support. While I miss their physical presence deeply, their grace and legacy endure. At Amritkala, our family home, their blessings continue to flow, inspiring us to live with independence, compassion, and unbreakable bonds. On this anniversary, I raise a silent toast to Dr. T.M.B. and Vijaya—may their story remind us all that true love isn't just about the years, but the lives it touches.

Karthik

31/1/26 Saturday, Foster City, CA 1800 Hrs PST.

Today in 1999, I was bitten by internet bug at Yokohma, Japan. Rest is as they say is History.