Diary of a Granny

Diary of a Granny

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Its sad truth that our children got busy in their life and don’t have time to think of their parents.  I was not educated, neither my family customs let female child to step out of home and purse education. Moreover, I had a responsibility to look after the younger ones - four Sisters and one brother. My childhood was jam-packed by washing the dishes, clothes and taking care of my siblings. Yet, I loved every bit of it. . .

I was married at an early age of 18. My husband died when I was 24. After that, I raised my 2 sons single-handedly. I worked day and night at brick kilns and breaking stones, pilling up and carrying it to the top of the building. I get Rs.200 for a week. It was more than enough to cook variety of foods for my sons and gift them occasionally. I never got dress or things for myself. My owner’s wife, offer me the used ones. The Oxford English Dictionary contains 171,476 words, but I knew only 2 words. "My Children". Yet, I loved every bit of it. . .

One of my son is an Engineer now and another son is a Doctor. My first son, Babu got medical admission through merit, whereas my second son Shiva got less marks in his SSLC. Hence he got into a private college. Paying both their hotel fees, college fees, entertainment fees, project fees were as hard as breaking a stone with hammer. But my determination helped out in paying out those fees. I got debt from my relatives and from the owner whom I worked, with a hope that my sons would pay back when they earn. Now, both my son earns in lakhs, but said they are not responsible for the loans and debts I took. My elder son was even smarter and said, it was his hard work which made him to earn in lakhs and not my hard work or sacrifice or determination. It didn’t hurt me; since I had age and determination I thankfully worked after that to settle those debts. Yet, I loved every bit of it. . .

Before few years, my first son invited me to London to take care of his grandson. I roared in joy on hearing the news, but it broke when I overheard my son conversation with my daughter in law that maid and babysitter are costly in UK and I was appointed free of cost. I was content and did my maid duty flawlessly by cleaning the house, toilet and cooking and baby sitter duty by flooding my grandson with loads of love and affection. I was punished for showing too much of love on their son. As they felt, my love towards their son would cause a gap between them and developed an insecure feeling. I hid my love in front of them. When they reached a phase where they can handle further, I was sent out of the home. Later, I got a call from my second son and the story repeated. Yet, I loved every bit of it. . .

Previously when my son goes out on a business trip, I was invited to help them at house hold items. But now, my son feels I am an incumbrance. He feels that, I had become too weak and old and will not be able to do any work. I don’t want to burden my married son, so I came to this old-age home. It’s not painful. Its gives gratification to see both my sons busy in their life and I love every bit of it. .

My home age Chairman promised that there is an event planed tomorrow for World Elder Abuse Awareness Day (WEAAD) and the chief guest are the terrifying Dancer Allu Arjun's and magical Anushka Manchanda. Their dance and songs would makes us forgot our pain and I will love every bit of it…

You know, my grand son dance like Allu Arjun and my grand daughter sings like Anushka...
Yes, I miss my grandson...
Yes, I miss my granddaughter.. 
Yes,I miss my son..
Yes, I miss my daughter in law.. 
Yes, I want to see them....

Oh, seems like the event arrangements are going on.. I will also join to help them.. Yet, I will love every bit of it....

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Love after Break-Up

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Love after Break-Up

“No, I am not coming”
“But…Why?” Ganesh asked with a confused tone.
“I have a client meeting on that day.” Ganesh got angry for my answer.
“Don’t lie Karthik. This get–together has planned before 3 years…”
“I know but…” I kept silent for a moment.
“Listen, we took a vow during our college farewell that whatever situation we are in, however busy we are our entire batch mates would meet on this particular day at Goa.”
“Please Gokul.”
“Well, if you don’t make it to this gathering, you are going to insult and spoil every one’s mood” He snapped sharply.
“Nar…ma…dha…Narmadha, would come to this gathering…I don’t want to meet her again” I said gravely.
“Of course, she will... She is our batch mate as well...” He paused and continued, “Karthik, don’t confuse your personal issues with this one. We will be awaiting your arrival. Bye.”
He disconnected the call. Though my heart provoked to attend the gathering so as to meet Narmadha, my brain refrained from encouraging that idea. I don’t know whether Meeting Ex girl friend is a sin or blessing. But after that slight misunderstanding and big argument that happened on the last day of my college, neither she nor I tried to convince each other.

Gaps or conflicts are natural in relationships, but when those small gaps are not addressed it would lead to a bigger gap. Whether she is married or in relationship or in a recent break-up, I have no clue. But I realized that I made my mind to attend the get–together.

The day arrived and we all gathered in railway station to board our train to Goa. In just 3 years, people’s physical appearance and attitude has changed a lot. Few guys got bald; few guys developed tummy and fat, few conservative girls converted into ultra-modern one; all together everybody was with new updated versions. I was wondering how Narmadha would look at present.

Fat? with hairs short? Wearing huge glasses?
Even in my humorous meme, Narmadha looked cute as always. Everybody was busy engrossed with conversation, but I limited myself by “just a smile” as my eyes were scanning for my Narmadha.

The train whistled and slow paced. Narmadha was not in yet. My heart studded faster than the train engine. Ganesh must have captured my ginger eating monkey face. He approached and said, "Narmadha has some unavoidable emergency. Hence she will come directly to Goa by flight"

The train reached Goa and Narmadha had reached a head before us. Before I could start a conversation, all my friends started flooding her with welcome pleasantries. She was the same person as I met before 3 years. she gave a casual smile on looking at me. An emotionless smile. How could girls forget their love and act so casual?

We all went to the allocated room got ready for the party that was planned at night.

To our big amazement we saw Allu Arjun and Anushka Manchanda at the stage. One of my batch mate is a director now and his debut movie was with Allu Arjun and Anushka Manchanda.  He must have requested their presence.
"Mann Basiyo Sanwariyo" Anushka started singing the song from ABCD – Any Body Can Dance and Allu composed his sensational moves extemporaneously and the crowd mimicked his steps. Soon the vicinity turned into fun fusion. It took a moment for me to realize that I was holding Narmadha and she was twirling and tuning to the rhythm of sensuous music. We got lost in the bubble of harmony. The music and dance made us to forget our past. Allu Arjun's dance passion continued to roar high and Anusha passion kept lifting and re-energizing our body, mind and soul.
I never felt the need to communicate that I still love her, since my soul felt that our love was charged again with the energy of Allu Arjun's sensational moves & Anushka Manchanda's magical voice

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