Saturday, September 22, 2007

Live for the family....

"I dont care how poor a man is , if he has a family he is rich"
Yesterday while talking to some of my friends i was completely overwhelmed . I came to know how important a family means to some of us.
One of friends lost his father recently. In his words"you know my father was a very happy man when he was dieing . He wanted to meet all of us and luckily we all were present at that time . I came to know how important the family means to him and just that he could meet his beloved once for last time made him happy . My father had gone through many hardships for us . There was a day when we did not have money to buy woods for cooking .It was a great feeling , we were happy that we all were together into this.I felt the hidden love and respect among us.The most moving part was that my mother stole some woods from the neighbours house just because we were hungry."
This discussion really moved me . We tend to forget our family sometimes but situations make us realise their importance . When you are in despair family come' s to your rescue .
Another friend came to the discussion . In his words" during the vacations i was infected by malaria . None of my friends were here . I have spent much of my life in a residential school and so i am not that emotionally attached with my family. I even feel ashamed to ask my parents about their health . But the care they showed during my illness brought us together .I realised that they are the once who will always live with me and you can approach them anytime you want."
Its really wonderful that by berth we have been bounded to our family. Its something which is permanent , meaning to say that friend will come and go , you may feel that someone is very caring but in the long run its the family which is the ultimate saviour .
This blog is just meant for some of us who dont realise the importance of family or just take it for granted .Friends let's be a strong link in this bondage.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Spare the rod , spoil the child ....



There are some memories that keep coming back making you realize the importance of those moments . Yesterday while having an ice cream an event occurred to me and made laugh .
I Accept that i was a hooligan and that was the reason i got beat up regularly by my teachers and by my mom. I was in std 1 may be six years of age but this incident is still fresh in my heart . I was given 21 bucks to by the sports t shirt which was a uniform to be worn on fridays . The period in which i had to submit the money to my teacher was after lunch .Somehow my friends came to know that i had money and insisted me for buying ice creams for them .I couldn't say no to them as i had enjoyed many ice creams with them on their money ofcourse . When i went back home i saw that my mom was not at all in a good mood and those days we were not very financially sound too, and 21 bucks on ice cream was a big issue.So i restrained from speaking the truth at that instant . But after getting constantly pained by my teachers i had to say it somehow. On one evening , i found my mom happy and so i thought that this was the apropriate time to cash on the opportunity.But it turned the other way round for me . The walloping still is fresh in my mind .It was a lesson for a lifetime . I was not beat up for ice cream but for telling lies .
I would also like to mention late "mrs francis " , she was the principal of the primary section. Somehow she saw that i was a prank master and whenever she met me gave me a lecture on moral responsibilities , discipline , responsibility. I hated her lectures very much at those moments and generally used to hide away on sight of her.But she in my 10 years in school always made a point to speak to me .
In fact i was so notorious that i got regular whackings in school . In fact i got a total of 32 beatings with a cane on my butts in std 10 itself . "I can still feel the pain of the cane "
But today i realize that all these things were responsible in turning a village kid to a man .I was fortunate enough that people cared about me and also led me to the correct path , which has made all the difference . In the words of the holy Bible "He that spareth his rod hateth his son,but he that loveth him chasteneths him betimes".

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Rain rain come again wash away all my pain


"MY HAIR IS WET, MY FEET ARE WET,
I COULDN'T BE MUCH WETTER :
I FELL INTO THE RIVER ONCE
BUT THIS IS EVEN BETTER"

The road from gc to hostels was all deserted and me with some of my friends were returning back to hostel after attending the "Lehman brother's " workshop. Its fun getting drenched in the rain especially in chennai .It starts raining and you can't stop yourself jumping in the rain .
But today something more interesting happened . I saw a car coming very slowly . The car appeared to be new i thought that perhaps there would still be plastic cover on the seats and so the rider can give us a lift to the hostel's. I just looked at the car in a gesture to get a lift.
Well the most memorable things in life are those which occur unexpectedly and it so happened.The car stopped some metres from me and the side window rolled down . As i approached the car i could smell the sweet fragnance . i was astounded to find a cute girl almost of my age inside . She was well dressed and had a boy cut hair , there was a confidence in her a voice and most wonderful was the kind gesture .
She asked "i am going to the hostel do you want a lift"
My reply"ya it would be fine if you could drop us to ganga hostel please ".
But then i noticed the seats and decided against it . It was no point in wetting the seats .
My reply " actually we all are wet enough to wetten your seats . Thanks a lot ."
I walked back to the hostel carrying the sweet memory in my heart .