Mrinal Madhukar shares his unusual experience reminiscing the time spent with his younger bro. Let’s hear his story in his own words.
“ Because brothers don’t let each other wander in the dark alone.”– Jolene Perry
When I feel low or defeated, I look for his assurance that all will be well. On the emotional front, I am emotional and his lookout is quite practical. He guides me on these moments where I feel stuck.
May this compatibility and partner in crime remains the same throughout life.
“ Nothing can stop me from loving my brother.”– Brandy Norwood
Read next series of #SiblingStories contributed by Misha Jain.
Every time, I prayed to save a Life
Settling all the rife
But this time, I had to stand strong
Praying to Almighty
To minimize the suffering
Of the caged soul.
The Artificial Respiration & Tubes
Saved her pulse
But, She was unable to recognize.
It was baffling for Me
To watch a witty Soul
Suffering for no cause.
She had lived a life
Of dignity & poise
Her Sparkling skin
Was envy of All.
Prayed to God
To free her Soul
From the worldly bindings
To soar high
Into the realms of Peace & Calmness
Where there is no strife.
My wishes were granted
Finally, She laid in peace forever.
The immortal soul got freedom
To take a flight
Away from Us.
I am sure
Her blessings will be always there
Of the pious soul.
The memories of past
Is etched in my heart
And, it will stay there Forever
To cherish my stay in her company.
© Ila Varma 14.07.2018
In tribute to my Granny with whom I shared my teen life and got acquainted with her versatility, wittiness and a big heart to accommodate me with love and care. Last month, she suffered with a stroke and health deterioration was in full swing. The consciousness dissolved and she was hooked to artificial machines to press her heart beat. She was in a bad state of health and I had to act stern and ask for mercy to free the soul from the burdens of diseases and multiple organ failure. Yesterday, She departed forever to rest in peace leaving the memories of togetherness intact.
When I was a small girl, life seemed easy and I envied the lifestyle of my father, who used to be on regular tours as he was in the marketing division. 35 years back, traveling by flight and staying at five-star hotels was a luxury and I thought how lucky he was. I often used to tell him with awe that he was leading a glorious life. He never commented, just smiled and I was naive so couldn’t understand the motive behind his smiles.
As I entered in my late teens, I told him that he is leading a luxurious life and nothing more he needs. That day, he broke his silence. I think he was waiting for this day to break the ice.
“How can I be lucky dear? Flying in planes and staying at 5-star hotels is not comforting. I go on my official tour. The company spends on me to get the business and revenue and while flying, I don’t look out at the sky or the height at which I am flying. The whole time, I am busy jotting down minutes of my meeting plans and how to procure business in the right way. As soon as I get off the plane, taxi waits to pick me up and deport me to the office where my customers are waiting with a long list of expectations and grievances and I need to sort it out coolly. It is so hectic that I am not able to gulp my breakfast or tea. At late nights, I am in the cozy suite of the 5-star hotel but the mental load is so piercing that I am not able to enjoy my time and I am in a hurry to complete my pending paperwork. After twelve hours, when I remove my shoes, I find my feet have swollen and there is excruciating pain which does not let me sleep and I keep changing sides. At festivals, I too have to be on tour and I miss you all. I am more comfortable at home. The side of my life which you find alluring is actually a facet that I am compromising with for the sake of my job. Dear, you will understand when you will be in my shoes later in life” and his eyes turned moist while making me understand.
When I joined my job then I realized that all that glitters is not gold and the comforts that the organization provides is for the sake of business…and understood life better walking miles in his shoes…while working in the arena of Sales & Marketing in a reputed financial firm.
Life is a Best Teacher and it teaches us perfectly.
My life has been guided by my grandparents and I know the bliss of having them in our lives and their presence in our life makes our life wonderful.
My husband did not get a chance to see his grandparents and did not know much about the unconditional love and care of them.
When after marriage, he visited my house and met my caring grandparents, he was in awe and that moment, he realized that he had missed valuable part of his life been not connected with his grandparents.
When we were blessed with cute angels, he made it a point to instill in them the values of been connected with the grandparents and always made sure that they mingled with them…as he felt incomplete not having enjoyed the bliss and care of grandparents.
I too inculcated in them the habit to be connected with their grandparents. They were not living with us but I took care that they interacted with them more often sharing their feelings and reciprocating to their advances. Gradually, they became an inseparable part of their lives and they share a close bonding with them.
Sharing their joys & sorrows: They are closely connected with them and they share all the ups and downs of life and look for their suggestions to improve…at times, they don’t miss a chance to get me scolded by them as they enjoy the sight. What they can’t dare to do, they get it done from them and they mischievously look at each other.
During holidays, they invite their grandparents so that they can enjoy their company and they love to hear the stories of past as well as stories of their parents from their mouth and they too are so innocent that they spill all. With age, the grandparents become mild and act similar to kids…we avoid that our tantrums are not shared with our kids but the granny of both the party joins the troupe of kids and shares all and the kids get a chance to peep in the past of parents and at times, if we try to be firm, they babble, “You two were mischievous…Dadi-Nani was saying” and we are at wits.
Love is unconditional of the grandparents and they loiter all their affections on their grand-kids. They play games together and I am amused to watch them playing hide n seek with them instead of limping n other joint related issues are all forgotten…singing on top of their voices and the kids encourage them to propose each other and they do it in perfection as if they were waiting for the nod. Once I overheard them saying, “Beta, tumne meri varshon ki muraad puri kar di, chahta tha tumhari dadi ke liye gaana gaun par kabhie mauka na mila”…I could not hold my laughter and a second thought arose in my mind, maybe down the line, we two will grow old like them and yearn.”
The relationship between grandparents and kids are platonic and both enjoy each other company a lot and look forward to more holidays to be spent together.
Outings are easy with grand-kids. With growing age, they have developed a lot of health issues and they don’t get ready easily for outings with us but their spirit soars high when the kids are around. They have full faith in them and they are ever ready to trot in their company. Even the kids hover around them and they don’t leave them alone for seconds. They help them sincerely on staircases or on uneven roads and help them to cross roads by holding their hands.
Forbidden food is easily available to both of them. I and my hubby are regarded villains as we monitor the food habits of kids and both sets of parents. They gorge on forbidden food in each other company. My son had bad tonsils so he had to avoid ice creams and my father suffers from gastro issues, so he was barred from having spicy food. My son got Golguppas for himself and father got ice -cream for him and as I turned and ambled few steps further, they exchanged their plates…both were caught red-handed and their faces turned crimson, I chose to remain, mum, because in our childhood, we did the same helping each other.
I enjoy their ways of #LoveJatao and memories of my childhood with my grandparent’s flashes before my eyes.
When they are around, I am carefree about my kids and did not have much to bother for the kids in their presence.
In today’s scenario, people are drifting away from these beautiful relationships and both the grandparents and grandchildren are at a great loss missing these golden days of life.
On the eve of Grandparents Day, I want to pass a message to all, not to snatch these golden moments from the life of both. Give your child the opportunity to grow under the care of grandparents…the benefits outweigh the losses and once again our society which is losing sheen of real relationships will regain and happiness will blossom around and even kids will be safe in the company of grandparents.
I look forward to hearing from you how would you celebrate Grandparents Day. Do share a selfie with your grandparents on Sept. 10, 2017, on Twitter or Facebook with #LoveJatao & tag @blogadda to win a goodie from Parachute Advansed.
Reciprocation from both the sides was beyond words as we all know, “Actions speak louder than words.”
“A grandparent is someone with silver in their hair and gold in their heart”
I look forward to hear from you how would you celebrate Grandparents Day. Do share a selfie with your grandparents on Sept. 10, 2017 on Twitter or Facebook with #LoveJatao & tag @blogadda to win a goodie from Parachute Advansed.
“Motherhood” brings lots of memories with it and I believe those are the
happiest moments of life in the life of a woman. The journey isn’t easy rather
it is a roller coaster ride but we face the upheavals of motherhood with smiles
pregnancy test comes positive, she jumps with joy and start weaving dreams about the
life that she is carrying the womb. She faces lots of mental and health traumas
but she bears all happily just for the sake of her flesh. During those nine
months, her dreams revolve around her baby and watches her movement and kicks
within. She readily accepts the bodily changes with each month.
undergoes nerve wracking pain to give birth but the cry of a baby soothes her
pain and she is overjoyed to see the face whom she nurtured with her blood.
treasures each moment of motherhood capturing in her albums, notebook, tape recorder and in
her treasure box.
each small movement with joy and she is overwhelmed to watch baby growing with
outgrown my lap but still the memories of motherhood are intact and fresh and I
cherish those memories to keep myself happy. Those are the precious treasures
of my life and with each moment, number of stories unfold and it feels as if it
is the incident of yesterday.
before, there was dearth of digital media but the Kodak camera and scrapbook
came to my rescue to store those moments of life.
fond of photography since childhood. When my baby was born, I kept the camera
in my purse and captured each moments into it. In those days, we had to take
prints of the captures so tried to finish the reel in one go as it was
difficult to wait for long. There was curiosity to see them and stick into the
albums. So all memories of my motherhood was captured by Kodak camera and
several albums are stacked in the shelf. Whenever, I feel lonely, I spend time
with the albums. Now I have started scanning them to preserve in my laptop,
because the snaps are losing its sheen in albums.
maintained a scrapbook in which I jotted down my feelings from the day of
conceive till they passed the boards. All the results, moments of pride when
they won contest etc. are preserved in it. When I read them, I feel as if my
kids are around and memories are refreshed.
Since few years, I started scanning the snaps and maintaining a folder of each
year of my boys. Whenever, I miss them, I go through them to recollect memories of the past.
Box: holds their small clothes, the first that they wore and of many other
important occasions. They even hold their toys on which they were not able to try
their engineering, certificates of achievement nicely stacked in files. It hold
the small joys of life.
Recorder: The first word they spoke, the first sentence they learned was
earlier stored in audio-cassettes, which is now segregated in CD’s. Their cute
baby talks evokes positive vibes within me and in my empty nest, I hear again n
again to bring back the reminiscences of the golden days.
lots of memories of Motherhood is stored in my heart and it will always be
intact till the last breath of my life.
thing that happens to a woman is Motherhood and it fills her with unconditional
love and affection.
Joy has numerous meanings and people can feel the joy when one indulges oneself full fledged. The intensity can only be felt if you drown yourself into it, the joy will be ethereal n you will feel on top of the world. The ways of achieving joy varies from person to person, some derives from hobbies, some from their passions n ambitions n some from helping the needy.
Today, Blogadda’s idea to write on Joy of Giving gave me a chance to express my emotions n paint it with the colors of My Joy of Giving.
From the time, I can recall my life when I gained consciousness, I have been standing for the needy people, all needy aren’t poor but they are desperate n need a hand to help them out and I stood for all of them n till date, I render my services in my capacity. Sometimes, I stretch myself in pursuit of helping people but generally, I am ever-ready in the ways I can help.
I recall the days, when I was less than five year old, I used to give detergents to the girls who came to our house to work at home and in fields. They wore torn clothes n dirty ones and when I asked them, they used to say that because of poverty they are like that. My emotions got stirred and I gave them Surf to clean their clothes and at times, I gave my clothes if they were near to my size. In seventy’s there wasn’t issue of child labour and they readily worked to earn few coins n every time after giving, I felt satisfied and happy.
In the days of 70′ & 80’s, I used to give 1 or 2 rupee coin to beggars. I have mentioned the amount bcoz in those days, I fully remember that people gave 10 or 20 paise, you can say less than a quarter paisa. 1 or 2 Rs.coin had immense value in those days. I never felt bad in parting with the coins rather my soul was satisfied.
Everyone at my place knew my habits, some appreciated, few taunted but nothing stopped me.
People exchanged clothes for utensils, I never let my mother do and asked her to donate to the people who are in need.
If someone would fall ill either in the family or out of the family, I would be present and would help them as required; accompany them to doctor or hospital or look after them as situation demanded. At times, parents cribbed at my take but nothing could stop me…I am bit adamant type person n do my bit if I decide to do.
Gradually, with the increase in crimes n theft, I weaned out of allowing unknown people to house to work nor would help them with money. The situation of drug addiction stopped me from donating money. I helped but changed my way, instead of money, I gave food or grains to the hungry and clothes, books n pencils to the needy.
This habit of Giving n deriving joy continues till date though the ways has changed with the change in time.
The world in 1970 n the world of today; there is no comparison, lot underwent transformation but my feeling to share n care remains the same.
Now, when I am free from the responsibilities of my kids, I donate clothes and the necessary items of celebration in festivals like in Holi, I give out “Pichkari’s & Colors” to the kids of my society and support staff along-with sweets n savouries prepared.
In Deepawali, I donate “Soundless Crackers, Candles,Grains, Sweets and the clay utensil sets (toys).
Nowadays, outlook of people have changed, so I give cash to all my support staff n the people who are around me right from my office place to residence place.
I minimize my expenses but never minimize their shares.At times, few of them have ditched me at the moment, I needed them. It bruises my soul but I don’t store grudges, I forgive readily.
I feel satisfied and I am overjoyed to see the smiles on their faces.
I am not very affluent but I have never been let down by Supreme Power when I am in need. I believe it’s my karma of giving joy to people, I am never left out rather my work goes on smoothly.
People, never back out from helping or giving, from the pious hands you deliver, you receive double, every time it’s not materialistic things & feel the happiness buzzing around you.
Our good acts acts as a Boomerang, I firmly believe in it.
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quite tough to find for oneself and post it public…Still Write Tribe has
given a chance to share the facts ranging from good to worst, quirky and
anything that is related with me.
without getting bored. It rejuvenates my mind n heart. I am in love with music
of all kinds…old, new jazzy, rocking all goes well with me, the selection
fluctuates with mood but the flame of music kindles always. 🙂 I love to hear music in solitude, the feel
personality and my Sun Sign is dual…any guesses…I am Gemini. I love dwelling
in solitude, at least for one or two hours…I am in search of more.
& even get hurt easily but the ill feelings never bottle up. It catches me
fast & evaporates faster. I don’t nurture grudges.
Himalayas to oceans, streams and snow covered mountains.
which affects our life and surroundings.
sunrise, and sunset & landscape views. My inner self wants to reside among
greenery and close to nature though practically it is not possible for always,
so I inhale freshness when I am in and the feeling is awesome, no words to
describe the feelings. I love photography n do indulge often.
days of life and till teens, I expressed my feelings through writing, after
that too chose writing to be the best medium of expressing myself & venting
out my emotions.
newspaper, books, magazines, pen n paper. It surrounds me wherever I am…it
depicts Me. I can read anything, it should be paperback. It started with daily
newspaper n Champak n it continues with latest novels, magazines. Anything that
can be read.
myself from manoeuvring the soil to grooming the garden till we had individual
garden. Now in apartment with helpers, I take care. I feel happy to see the
plants blooming whom I nurture. It gives immense satisfaction. It is soul
with great care and it dazzles with shine. Once I used to do on my own but now
after health issues, I take help of support staff but final makeover is done by
us…Me n my hubby.
instructions especially the ones from whom I have expectation…it’s tough for
them at that moment…not less than Aloo bomb.
buying, situation is this that I always have few new sets in my wardrobe to get
it stitched n few lie with my tailor master. I spend extravagantly on my
clothes and even I gift to others.
curtains n covers and don’t get tired of buying and I do maintain them
clean clothes n if I perspire little bit, I instantly change n wash the
worn…my secret, I don’t perspire much else you could imagine what would have
crowning glory daily and use raw eggs too for washing along with shampoo, I bar eggs
on festival days.
breaking…at times, if it’s strained, I try utmost to straighten the things n
I’m readily available with Tan, Mann & Dhann to those who are in need & at times, I part with my necessary cash to help others.
when I am sad as well as I am happy, it rolls down.
nothing can stop me if things are with positive notions. Even with my kids, I
am strict as well as I stick to my promise. I never ditch them n don’t believe
in getting ditched, though people with habit of ditching do their part.
“As you Sow, So you Reap” and “If you do Good, Good & Best
will come back to you” and it has worked well in my life.
when I am alone n in mood of tapping on the beats as well as in get together
parties n marriages….ohh…I forgot to mention driving…love to sit behind
the wheels n steer around with loud music in the backdrop…nothing can beat
my life. Hope you all enjoy reading. Do drop in your comments, will love to read.
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