As I grow each day , my materialistic attraction lessens and I’m more to knowing myself and others . I realize , we go through a wheel of changes bringing us back almost like a kid in the old age . I see the best example in my paternal grandmother who is almost 90. She lives with us since the death of my grand father (almost 20 years) and recently I see her deteriorate both physically and mentally.
Off late, she makes demands like a kid and cry if her demands are not met in the way she wanted .One day we see her crying so much , saying something in between. We ask our house help what was going on and she says my grandmother is crying saying she dont have a saree to wear , and this when around 20 sarees were kept near her . She didn’t like anything and she was asking something she wore sometime after her wedding !! This resembles so much the tantrums a toddler would make when they make unrealistic demands .
Another to say , grandmother comes up with stories of death of some healthy lively people . We wonder why she said so , but she adamantly sticks to it . She keeps saying her youngest daughter in law passed away inspite of seeing her alive . Her logic says that is some other lady dressed like daughter in law . It reminds of the make up stories of my three year old .
Untimely demands are another common factor for old and young kids . My grandmother demands something or other to be eaten at midnight once everyone are asleep. I’d been through this phase for my elder kid many times !!
All these makes me realise , either today or tomorrow we all pass through similar cycle of events. When we show tolerance to our kids and irritation to old people- how fair it is ?? The realisation that we might reach the same point sooner or later is the remedy to not being irritated and angry . A self reminder that these people gave their blood and soul to raise their kids would tackle much of the issues . But when we are tired of our work life and family life – these are not easy to follow steps . Again reminding ourselves, their days are much numbered and making them happy shouldn’t bother us too much 🙂 .
In response to daily post prompt wheel.
Lonely in a crowd
Mind bustling with emotions
People around cares nothing
I walk from there –
Yet another crowd
But , no ones seems to care
I walk from there –
Untill I reach my room
No crowd , No one there
A fresh page of journal awaits me
My mind flows through my pen
The bustling calms down
Calming to a silent stream
A whoosh changed to a babble
The magician- a paper and pen .
Many a times ,I’ve felt the magic of paper and pen – let it be to calm down my mind overflowing with mixed emotions or to jot down some ideas , to relax or to shut off anger outbursts. I’m sure many would relate to this . In response to daily post prompt paper.Paper
Blossom – the name of my home , where I lived since my high school days .
In India , we have a house name ( I’m unaware if the practice exist in other countries too) along with the house number . This could be a family name or any name which the owners choose to give . So ‘Blossom’ was selected by me and with no objections accepted by all .
It was after many years (14 years to be precise) of living in Govt Quarters , we moved to our own home . While we were excited that we get our own bedrooms where we have individual table and chair to study , different bathrooms etc, these were shadowed by the fact that we were being transferred to some other school which means I’ll be missing all of my best friends .The Govt Quarters was close to the hospital where my mother worked and was a 1 BHK set up . The dining table doubled as dining and study table . While my parents occupied the bedroom me and my brother had our beds in the hall . So comparing to all these , our own home was a heaven !!
This home had seen many major life events- me and my brother graduated, my wedding,my kids were brought to my home after delivery, my parents retirement… If the walls could speak they woud say the number of times we were happy as well as sad . This home reminds me on the food we ate – the biryanis , mangoes from our front yard , sugar apple aka custard apple , tender coconuts etc . This home brings to me the fights I had with my brother , the arguments with my parents , my inane inefficiency to articulate my instincts to my parents and much more . I could write on and on about this. But no , and now I understand I don’t even have a single photograph of my own home .
In response to daily post prompt blossom .
Those days of fear and apprehension
When teacher takes a test
I’d wished that teacher takes leave;
Those days of fun and play
When all were excited
Just to go for a picnic
All day in the same bus ;
Those first days of all years
Worrying if any friends changed schools
Anxiety at the peak
And excitement to meet friends ;
Those days of yearly exams
When we all could speak was subjects
When all were tensed about one chapter or other
When all would sit together for a last round revision ;
Those lunch breaks
Sharing the lunch and special food
Bringing an extra lunch box to share biryani ;
Those tensed up moments
When teacher asks questions
And the prompts from friends;
Those long phone calls
To talk about the happenings in class ;
Never knew I was creating memories
To cherish life long .
The best days in my life – schooldays . In response to daily post prompt create.Create
The very first fact that flashed my mind when I saw the prompt was the ‘paragon restaurant’. If you ever plan to visit the beautiful Gods own country aka Kerala,the beautiful coastal state in India -this is definitely a never miss restaurant.The restaurant famous for Appam (a type of Indian pancake made with rice,coconut and yeastvwith overnight fermentation)Biryani and variety of sea food . Me and my daughter are ardent Biryani lovers and we could easily finish off the plate . On the other hand , my husband tries almost everything on their menu. Long back , while I was still a student in college we used to go to this restaurant and many a times we had to wait behind the people having their food to have a seat – Such was the rush then (2002-2006) .Now when I write these , it really sounds embarrassing ( standing behind people while they are eating 🙄). After many years , after marriage when I was in Dubai we went to Paragon for lunch . On Fridays ,the restaurant opens after Juma and the kind of crowd waiting outside make one feel that none cooks food on holidays !! When I first visited the restaurant I was so happy and nostalgic and when the waiter came I happily placed an order for ‘half biriyani ‘(meaning half plate biriyani). He looked amused as if I spoke some alien language and said there is no half biriyani ,only full plate is available. I knew I couldn’t finish off then , but still ordered and finished almost three fourths . We had been there many times because most times the weekend lunch with friends and family happens there . Loving the fondest memories of Dubai through Paragon through daily post.
While in school , we had white shirt and blue skirt as uniform for girls and white shirt and blue trousers for boys . The school timings were normally from 9:00 AM to 4:00 PM. On most of the days ,after lunch boys’ white shirt would turn brown or some shades of brown because of their rigourous play . Our class teacher of standard two,Sr.Maria once announced a prize daily for the kid who keeps his uniform clean after the lunch break . All in my memory the only student who got the prize or gift was Christo Jacob . I don’t know if he used to play or not, but I can remember his neat white tucked in shirts and well kept hair . This happened in 1991-92, and this prompt made me remember Sr.Maria and Christo Jacob.
The school re opening shopping was a most looked forward event in my childhood . This was one of the few occasions we would travel from our village to the town and that meant a lunch and ice cream along with the new notebooks,brown papers ,name slip stickers ,uniform clothes etc . Bag,water bottle, pencil box and umbrella were only bought once in three years or so .There was also a trip to the tailor to stitch the uniforms . Now, when my kid is reaching the age of school all these memories bring in a lot of nostalgia.
In response to daily post prompt uniform.Uniform
The messy house and fussy brain ,
Screaming toddler and a wailing infant ,
All I yearn is a peaceful sleep
A leisurely pedicure
And a hot coffee to sip ,
A day with no brushing fights
A day with no bathing battles!!
Seemingly a distant dream
Not so in reality
It shall fly in a blink’s time.
These are my a portion of my day or any mother’s day . In response to dailypost prompt distant . Distant