Well my blog alternates between something philosophical .. and some times naivity of what I was.. or still I am…
It was in kindergarten my younger aunt Kusumakka married…. It was a magnanimous gesture from my older aunt Amanekka.. who at that point of time people told had a difficult horoscope.. she told please go ahead with Kusumakkas marriage and she got married to a good business family from a small village (now quite a industrial village) … who went on to make them modern.. ( I remember she telling me .. they never used to use tooth pastes only mango leaves… the ways of their dressing.. etc).. she was very young then..
I vividly remember her marriage one snap shot of it in my mind.. where I wailed and wailed stating that “ Kusumakka pepepe nakka .. (Kusumakka don’t marry… the word pepepe is how as a kid I called marriage in Konkani… though the real word is “ Valdika”. I some how felt I lost her for eternity…. Well doesn’t mean that I did not have my mom with me.. she was there.. who became a prominent part of my life after even Amanekka married when I was in 2nd Standard…
Well I have lots to tell about my aunts.. who showered me love .. along with my paternal Grandma… lots and lots… I miss my granny today a lot.. she is kind of a very strong personality.. some part of which her daughters and grand daughters inherited… I had told my granma.. some day I will write about you.. though.. I have some specific instances about her….
Amanekka did marry … after two years… well some how I do wonder what she saw in my bhavaji .. that she agreed… …. He was quite old for her..with all beard and stuff… I remember chandu bappa weeping and my dad weeping… but my bhavaji loves amanekka a a lot… these days he respects her for what she is… both are in the process of goin towards divinity…. they still make a wonderful couple.. She told me recently.. well gondu .. though I loved u kids.. I had to have a husbands house…. A lady unmarried in those days…. Didn’t have much value in the house hold or society.. Such a wonderful lady.. some times amanekka I feel sorry for fighting with u…..yours was more of a selfless love… for u know what…. You are selfless.. gave us so much.. hope I could some how repay you back…well I have lots to tell… well.. with your permission only I would blog…
I am still like elder son for kusumakka.. though she is flowing with her own kids life.. I am still part of those kids.. they too treat me like elder brother… Kitta and putta.. (raghu and ravi..)
Have lots to share about my life with amanekka, kusumakka, chandu bappa, Bapamma… surekha, pakanna, mhave… well everyone has contributed in my life… My Dad who is a tower of strength till day and my ever demure Mom….whom I owe a lot.. and my sweet sis Neethu…well guys I want to write more about my life with u.. if u permit… My life is a story by itself.. with several substories which spring up even before I was born… ie from the days of my bappamma.. who was a role model for all of us.. and all the grand kids loved her for what she was capable off and for whatever she stood for in those difficult period for her daughters and daughter in laws..
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Memories……(Part 1)
Memory and me… well have loads of memories which some times just dawn upon me selectively these days… well I remember some one did say that memories are selective
I do miss my child hood moms……Amanekka n kusumakka.. my chechis or aunts whatever you call them….. the love bestowed by them .. and chandubappa.. my uncle…
How funny it was when in nursery Ms Desa teacher announced exams…… I never new what was the implications of exams.. Silent n Demure kid which I was…my aunts had prepared me and sent me to the nursery …. I write the exams…… and then I see every one giving their answer papers to the teacher… well !! I thought well this paper I have brought which my aunts purchased paying 10 ps per ruled thanv (two sheets make one thanv.. and 24 thanv makes one rim of paper)… so my simple thought was that I will take this back to my house and did so….. My aunts where initially shocked and then slowly tampered with my answer paper and asked me to give it to the teacher since she would give me back …. Ms Desa teacher was not amused.. she called my dad and told it looks like some body has overwritten.. dad being a simple postman was emabarassed….
I am kind of scared of Desa teacher.. I was scared even during primaries and then after I completed my CA she retired and was staying near my house in a tenanted house.. I was kind scared whenever I talked to her.. I dunno why it was so.. was it due to the way she spoke to me or for the guilt getting 95 out of 100 for the tampered answer paper .. or was the two spanking she gave me during my senior kindergarten years…. Well he hehehe !!!! true… I got nice spanking once I slept of in the class… I was so naïve… but I loved Ms Kalyani teacher who used to tell nice stories during pt period (play time period during rainy season) or during our social studies classes which she used to take up….
My teachers were Ms Prabha Madam (who went on to be the Head Mistress for long time I heard), Ms Kalyani teacher, Ms Ieda, Mrs Muktha, Ms Kamalini teacher, Ms Prema teacher even the Ayas (attenders) Radha and the other ones name I forgot now.. (getting old u see)…..
I vividly remember my primary school days our teachers… all were ladies and very nice… except for the head master Mr Kukkillaya till I was in 3rd Standard.. We used to call him Bull dog.. ( I am sorry sir… wherever u are.. those were the days when we never so innocent and used to emulate our seniors..)… He was a huge old personality with his cheeks drooping down… But he loved kids… he never punished by hitting or so.. he used to scold.. Infact looking back .. I wud like to be like him some day.. a part of a system where I can mould the minds.. where I could write as to whatever I have experienced.. the people .. the circumstances.. the defeats the victories… the period of ups.. and the downs.. ( not the depressions… which i never want any kid to know or go through)... how to see the beauty of life... and how to love n respect people and treasure what we have..
I do miss my child hood moms……Amanekka n kusumakka.. my chechis or aunts whatever you call them….. the love bestowed by them .. and chandubappa.. my uncle…
How funny it was when in nursery Ms Desa teacher announced exams…… I never new what was the implications of exams.. Silent n Demure kid which I was…my aunts had prepared me and sent me to the nursery …. I write the exams…… and then I see every one giving their answer papers to the teacher… well !! I thought well this paper I have brought which my aunts purchased paying 10 ps per ruled thanv (two sheets make one thanv.. and 24 thanv makes one rim of paper)… so my simple thought was that I will take this back to my house and did so….. My aunts where initially shocked and then slowly tampered with my answer paper and asked me to give it to the teacher since she would give me back …. Ms Desa teacher was not amused.. she called my dad and told it looks like some body has overwritten.. dad being a simple postman was emabarassed….
I am kind of scared of Desa teacher.. I was scared even during primaries and then after I completed my CA she retired and was staying near my house in a tenanted house.. I was kind scared whenever I talked to her.. I dunno why it was so.. was it due to the way she spoke to me or for the guilt getting 95 out of 100 for the tampered answer paper .. or was the two spanking she gave me during my senior kindergarten years…. Well he hehehe !!!! true… I got nice spanking once I slept of in the class… I was so naïve… but I loved Ms Kalyani teacher who used to tell nice stories during pt period (play time period during rainy season) or during our social studies classes which she used to take up….
My teachers were Ms Prabha Madam (who went on to be the Head Mistress for long time I heard), Ms Kalyani teacher, Ms Ieda, Mrs Muktha, Ms Kamalini teacher, Ms Prema teacher even the Ayas (attenders) Radha and the other ones name I forgot now.. (getting old u see)…..
I vividly remember my primary school days our teachers… all were ladies and very nice… except for the head master Mr Kukkillaya till I was in 3rd Standard.. We used to call him Bull dog.. ( I am sorry sir… wherever u are.. those were the days when we never so innocent and used to emulate our seniors..)… He was a huge old personality with his cheeks drooping down… But he loved kids… he never punished by hitting or so.. he used to scold.. Infact looking back .. I wud like to be like him some day.. a part of a system where I can mould the minds.. where I could write as to whatever I have experienced.. the people .. the circumstances.. the defeats the victories… the period of ups.. and the downs.. ( not the depressions… which i never want any kid to know or go through)... how to see the beauty of life... and how to love n respect people and treasure what we have..
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