I am directly picking this title off the Sony Handycam's Ad. Today, we (our family) had been out on Deepavali shopping spree. Bro and SIL bought a new Sony Handycam to gift ourselves on the occasion and to treasure moments with yet-to-be-born my nephew/niece :) Never to miss the moment of all his/her first's in life... be it first touch, first smile, first words spoken, first step, first masterpiece, first rock show, first make up and most important of all those first words calling me "mama" ;) and so on... :)
At the Sony world/center, There was showcase of a lot of electronics. Above the display of Handycams, there was an large LCD TV which was looping through this advertisement below.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBohbQB-55o
It is all about a father reliving the moments of his daughter from childhood to her marriage. A lovely cute ad indeed! This took me back to an incident of which I was a witness a couple of weeks back. I had been to Malleshwaram,Bangalore to pick up my mom from her evening class of psychology. I was waiting outside in car for the class to get over and was just watching strangers around to see their actions, reactions, instincts and do a micro level sociology study of people and myself. That's my favorite pass-time! :D
As I tuned in some soft FM music in car stereo, I noticed an auto-rickshaw stopping next to car on the other side of the road under a street light. A pretty girl in her mid 20's stepped out with a lot of luggage to find her residence. I couldn't help watching her. I was a little safe as I had hid behind the tinted glasses ;). No sooner her father came to place and talked to her giving her a good tight hug and helped her with her luggage home. There was so much joy in his face on seeing his little kid come back home after a long time and all the expressions on his face told how badly he had missed her - Life is just fleeting moments of joy worth waiting for and the uncertainty is what makes life more beautiful. :)
Cheers! and Happy Deepavali.
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Saturday, November 6, 2010
Sunday, November 29, 2009
My Grandpa, A true story
Today evening, my mom was watching the opening of the movie named "Me and my dream"(Naanu.. nanna kanasu), a remake of tamil movie "Abhiyum naanum". Several actors were made to read out letters to their young kids about love and care for their little daughter which is the basic theme of the movie, A dad giving all that he can to his lovely daughter. Mom (as always!) being highly emotional and sensitive was taken back to her childhood memories and those old day memories just flashed by her eyes. Mom and I, being close friends, She shared her childhood story with me.
This story is two generations older and hence may seem very unrealistic to some but happening in all our lives.
Story line starts somewhere in 1960's when mom was in her school days. She was the latest addition to grandpa's family, I mean really late coz she was completing her tenth grade when grandpa retired at the age of 58 years! Hmmm... seems like no family planning soon after independence :P Well, If it was there I wouldn't have been here to say this ;)
It was a family of 8 people; Grandpa, his mother, Grandma, two aunts and two uncles elder to mom and my mom. They all lived happily in a posh villa in the area known as Malleshwaram. Even today it is being called the same after decades of development in Bangalore. To me atleast some places like Gandhi bazaar, DVG road of Basavanagudi, MG road in central Bangalore, 8th cross of Malleshwaram, Jayanagar 4th block hangouts should remain the same even after centuries.
Is there something like lived-happily-ever-after as in fairy tales!? Nope certainly not, coz this is real life. Betrayal, deception and cunning nature of some people inside the family rips it apart into pieces and that is the exact reason why I haven't seen one of my maternal aunts till now!(Anyway, That's another long story!) Grandpa lost his own beautiful house in this gambling of others! At this time, Mom was doing her second year BSc in MES college. (Even I did my pre-university at the same college :D)
Every father's thought of crossing all her daughters to safe house (its called Marriage! here) crossed my grandpa's mind and no sooner he was into action. Dad's family had come to visit the Mom's family in Malleshwaram and like every other bollywood movie the police came with a court notice on the that same auspicious day! Grandpa somehow managed to drive off the policeman but not the situation impending in about a month. There is a saying in kannada - "Nooru sullu heLiyaadharu madhuve maadu" meaning "Do marry even if it necessitates 100 lies". God knows why they people earlier used to take so much risks! Hmmm.. Not so different in our situation where we see lots of fake love, fake assurances and fake promises. Everybody lies and many of them flirt!
Before the house was bid for sale, Marriage was successfully carried out and the last burden(!) on Grandpa's shoulder had come down. Mom said that grandpa had asked - "What is my purpose of life next? I am done with all my responsibilities", after undergoing a lot of financial and emotional turmoil in the recent years.
Then comes the most dangerous part of life called old-age where children are supposed to take care of their elders. But as the favorite inglorious quote says, "where there is a WILL only then there are family members" comes into play. Inheritance of property causes a kinda civil war between sons and no sooner did grandpa decide to move into an aashram(Old-age home) at his own willingness together with his mother. It was quite a daring task to leave the small family to join a bigger family! But with all the energy, the young spirit and his back-end support called pension, he was able to move-on. Not only did he change but he was also able bring a reform in the aashram activities. He had been to Himalayas several times with his good old friends amongst all this. He started a new wing in aashram and audited the whole of it for more than 14 years. I have been there several times when I was a small kid. I had cried and somehow managed to bring home his hand lens which was used to read newspaper by him. I now apologize for giving you a lot of trouble grandpa. Every time mom sees my elder brother in his half sleeve shirts, she is perplexed to see you standing there. No doubt everybody sees their own parents in their kids. This post is a salute to my late grandpa who has been a brave heart and yet soo kind hearted too which makes my mom often say that "He was the best papa in the world" in a childish tone :)
This story is two generations older and hence may seem very unrealistic to some but happening in all our lives.
Story line starts somewhere in 1960's when mom was in her school days. She was the latest addition to grandpa's family, I mean really late coz she was completing her tenth grade when grandpa retired at the age of 58 years! Hmmm... seems like no family planning soon after independence :P Well, If it was there I wouldn't have been here to say this ;)
It was a family of 8 people; Grandpa, his mother, Grandma, two aunts and two uncles elder to mom and my mom. They all lived happily in a posh villa in the area known as Malleshwaram. Even today it is being called the same after decades of development in Bangalore. To me atleast some places like Gandhi bazaar, DVG road of Basavanagudi, MG road in central Bangalore, 8th cross of Malleshwaram, Jayanagar 4th block hangouts should remain the same even after centuries.
Is there something like lived-happily-ever-after as in fairy tales!? Nope certainly not, coz this is real life. Betrayal, deception and cunning nature of some people inside the family rips it apart into pieces and that is the exact reason why I haven't seen one of my maternal aunts till now!(Anyway, That's another long story!) Grandpa lost his own beautiful house in this gambling of others! At this time, Mom was doing her second year BSc in MES college. (Even I did my pre-university at the same college :D)
Every father's thought of crossing all her daughters to safe house (its called Marriage! here) crossed my grandpa's mind and no sooner he was into action. Dad's family had come to visit the Mom's family in Malleshwaram and like every other bollywood movie the police came with a court notice on the that same auspicious day! Grandpa somehow managed to drive off the policeman but not the situation impending in about a month. There is a saying in kannada - "Nooru sullu heLiyaadharu madhuve maadu" meaning "Do marry even if it necessitates 100 lies". God knows why they people earlier used to take so much risks! Hmmm.. Not so different in our situation where we see lots of fake love, fake assurances and fake promises. Everybody lies and many of them flirt!
Before the house was bid for sale, Marriage was successfully carried out and the last burden(!) on Grandpa's shoulder had come down. Mom said that grandpa had asked - "What is my purpose of life next? I am done with all my responsibilities", after undergoing a lot of financial and emotional turmoil in the recent years.
Then comes the most dangerous part of life called old-age where children are supposed to take care of their elders. But as the favorite inglorious quote says, "where there is a WILL only then there are family members" comes into play. Inheritance of property causes a kinda civil war between sons and no sooner did grandpa decide to move into an aashram(Old-age home) at his own willingness together with his mother. It was quite a daring task to leave the small family to join a bigger family! But with all the energy, the young spirit and his back-end support called pension, he was able to move-on. Not only did he change but he was also able bring a reform in the aashram activities. He had been to Himalayas several times with his good old friends amongst all this. He started a new wing in aashram and audited the whole of it for more than 14 years. I have been there several times when I was a small kid. I had cried and somehow managed to bring home his hand lens which was used to read newspaper by him. I now apologize for giving you a lot of trouble grandpa. Every time mom sees my elder brother in his half sleeve shirts, she is perplexed to see you standing there. No doubt everybody sees their own parents in their kids. This post is a salute to my late grandpa who has been a brave heart and yet soo kind hearted too which makes my mom often say that "He was the best papa in the world" in a childish tone :)
Monday, November 2, 2009
Transitions - From a boy to man
Disclaimer : This post has no biblical/spiritual references and has nothing to do with mere physical biological developments in the changes during adolescence. Its yet-another-blurt-in-my-mind (Just my version, to be precise) about how thoughts of a boy mature in adulthood. I personally feel that it is not a "mature content" as you will come to know when you read.
Ok.. Here I go...
An innocent kid metamorphoses into a teenage boy at coeducation high school and has a lot of good friends but less of other gender. He doesn't understand what his feelings are to a person next to him. He is totally mistaken by the silly crush on her classmate as love-at-first-sight even though he does not truly know what love is! It can be just called a mere way to get attraction of opposite sex towards him as all the hormonal changes conspire to say the same. If they both get so ardently devoted to each others' puppy-love they get doomed in studies and spoil their future and end up exactly opposite to the fairy tale they often listen to, which surprisingly always ends happily-ever-after!
Some days later the boy realizes the fact that she-was-not-the-one! after having two,three or more... crushes. After all it is yet-another-testosterone-charged body. I don't blame it.
Soon he is into watching a lot of movies which create illusions of real life. Then comes the posters of actress all over the room walls/wallets. No, I don't say he is a corrupt brat! He has just another confused adolescent about his way of thinking about opposite sex. He has to be channelized to spend his energy in the right direction and major responsibility is on the head of parents, his best friends and chunk of the society around him.
Everyone around does a pretty good job in helping him overcome the distractions of his age. If not the poor chap turns pervert, addicted and what not!
He is forcefully somehow made to think ahead of time that education is the first insurance for his life and having no other choice he surrenders himself to suffer a lot of difficulties in college called course-work! but yet his eyes are roaming around the starving college campus in search of "Miss right".
He gets to meet a lot of other students who think very much alike and develops a good rapport and finds "cool" friends to hang out with. He learns a lot from their company and develops sensibility of what is good and bad in society.
By now the emotional quotient(EQ) would have attained particular stage enough to relate to and respect peers. He seems to connect to the emotional signals of the girls and connects to them in a proper way. (Somehow a girl's EQ develops a lot faster than boys maybe its the effect of earlier puberty!)
P.S. After graduating from the college he enters the industry with a formal Raymond's attire to become...... "A complete man" :P
Ok.. Here I go...
An innocent kid metamorphoses into a teenage boy at coeducation high school and has a lot of good friends but less of other gender. He doesn't understand what his feelings are to a person next to him. He is totally mistaken by the silly crush on her classmate as love-at-first-sight even though he does not truly know what love is! It can be just called a mere way to get attraction of opposite sex towards him as all the hormonal changes conspire to say the same. If they both get so ardently devoted to each others' puppy-love they get doomed in studies and spoil their future and end up exactly opposite to the fairy tale they often listen to, which surprisingly always ends happily-ever-after!
Some days later the boy realizes the fact that she-was-not-the-one! after having two,three or more... crushes. After all it is yet-another-testosterone-charged body. I don't blame it.
Soon he is into watching a lot of movies which create illusions of real life. Then comes the posters of actress all over the room walls/wallets. No, I don't say he is a corrupt brat! He has just another confused adolescent about his way of thinking about opposite sex. He has to be channelized to spend his energy in the right direction and major responsibility is on the head of parents, his best friends and chunk of the society around him.
Everyone around does a pretty good job in helping him overcome the distractions of his age. If not the poor chap turns pervert, addicted and what not!
He is forcefully somehow made to think ahead of time that education is the first insurance for his life and having no other choice he surrenders himself to suffer a lot of difficulties in college called course-work! but yet his eyes are roaming around the starving college campus in search of "Miss right".
He gets to meet a lot of other students who think very much alike and develops a good rapport and finds "cool" friends to hang out with. He learns a lot from their company and develops sensibility of what is good and bad in society.
By now the emotional quotient(EQ) would have attained particular stage enough to relate to and respect peers. He seems to connect to the emotional signals of the girls and connects to them in a proper way. (Somehow a girl's EQ develops a lot faster than boys maybe its the effect of earlier puberty!)
P.S. After graduating from the college he enters the industry with a formal Raymond's attire to become...... "A complete man" :P
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Fmylife!
People nowadays are so busy that they don't have time not even just to think of themselves.
You can call me selfish or the guy who has no work to do or gone nuts! But I always ask myself questions like - Why am I like this? What is wrong with me? How do I spend the rest of my life the best way that I can?
To be frank, I feel lonely most of the time and I am! Even though I stay together with my family, the word together is merely physical because I sense there is no mentally a good healthy bondage in my family even though I participate in this institution. I shouldn't be the one complaining/revealing about all my personal stuff but I feel this as the perfect outlet for my emotions and I don't even know how rudely I am jotting it down or how many of them I am hurting in writing this! I have been crying a lot within me that nobody notices. It hasn't turned so worst as any suicidal instinct or anything but I do feel a lot insecure even at home. Where else do I find comfort? Don't ask me to meet a psychiatrist as I have been thorough this my entire life till now, me being only closest friend of myself. I resolved into all kinds of music, books, movies-illusions of real life and what not but its all temporary diversion to feel I'm still alive. Everyone needs someone to share your feelings with, to fight with, to love, to care, to feel happy for, to be happy with.
I know that the relations that come through the blood cannot be chosen! But neither have I made really close friends whom I can share the feelings that even I don't trust telling it to my parents.
I DO WANT to live my life happily as possible and have always been in the pursuit of that happyness (with a 'y'). I have practiced and learnt to live lonely life which I know is not a socially good way of being a human being but I have been fighting to overcome it ever since I find a little bit of freedom in my way.
I don't know why even at the age of 22 I still am treated as a 13 yr old adolescent! by my parents. To be precise, I am not allowed to take decisions on my own when they are parents around! Why all the nose poking with my life even after I have started to earn my living? Why parenting when we can take care of ourselves? Always trying to force what they couldn't achieve in their life. Not letting me be somebody different. I hate them when they don't trust me. Won't they ever know that I never gonna let them down. All that I expect them is to wish me that my dreams of life never take me out or turn bad and leave me to achieve it. I feel this whole world is mine to fulfill my dreams whatever they are.
I don't know why I have become such a nerd, a geek now but as a kid I was rather forced to take up studies so seriously that I barely remember participating or rather was never allowed to participate in any extra-curricular-activities that I was so much interested in. I regret for all the things I lost in my childhood just to be a product called "yet-another-software-engineer". There are so many ways of earning a living in this world and I have realized it after seeing the industry for about an year sustaining the heat of financial crisis around. Why is that my career was chosen when I was a kid? I want peace in my life rather than running behind money.
Given a choice, I don't want to be what I am right now. I am pretty sure most of them don't want too! as everyone feels grass is always green on the other side.
I don't know many youngsters are suffering similar plight! but so is my F**ked up life! (I had never ever used the F word even with ** in my blog till now)
You can call me selfish or the guy who has no work to do or gone nuts! But I always ask myself questions like - Why am I like this? What is wrong with me? How do I spend the rest of my life the best way that I can?
To be frank, I feel lonely most of the time and I am! Even though I stay together with my family, the word together is merely physical because I sense there is no mentally a good healthy bondage in my family even though I participate in this institution. I shouldn't be the one complaining/revealing about all my personal stuff but I feel this as the perfect outlet for my emotions and I don't even know how rudely I am jotting it down or how many of them I am hurting in writing this! I have been crying a lot within me that nobody notices. It hasn't turned so worst as any suicidal instinct or anything but I do feel a lot insecure even at home. Where else do I find comfort? Don't ask me to meet a psychiatrist as I have been thorough this my entire life till now, me being only closest friend of myself. I resolved into all kinds of music, books, movies-illusions of real life and what not but its all temporary diversion to feel I'm still alive. Everyone needs someone to share your feelings with, to fight with, to love, to care, to feel happy for, to be happy with.
I know that the relations that come through the blood cannot be chosen! But neither have I made really close friends whom I can share the feelings that even I don't trust telling it to my parents.
I DO WANT to live my life happily as possible and have always been in the pursuit of that happyness (with a 'y'). I have practiced and learnt to live lonely life which I know is not a socially good way of being a human being but I have been fighting to overcome it ever since I find a little bit of freedom in my way.
I don't know why even at the age of 22 I still am treated as a 13 yr old adolescent! by my parents. To be precise, I am not allowed to take decisions on my own when they are parents around! Why all the nose poking with my life even after I have started to earn my living? Why parenting when we can take care of ourselves? Always trying to force what they couldn't achieve in their life. Not letting me be somebody different. I hate them when they don't trust me. Won't they ever know that I never gonna let them down. All that I expect them is to wish me that my dreams of life never take me out or turn bad and leave me to achieve it. I feel this whole world is mine to fulfill my dreams whatever they are.
I don't know why I have become such a nerd, a geek now but as a kid I was rather forced to take up studies so seriously that I barely remember participating or rather was never allowed to participate in any extra-curricular-activities that I was so much interested in. I regret for all the things I lost in my childhood just to be a product called "yet-another-software-engineer". There are so many ways of earning a living in this world and I have realized it after seeing the industry for about an year sustaining the heat of financial crisis around. Why is that my career was chosen when I was a kid? I want peace in my life rather than running behind money.
Given a choice, I don't want to be what I am right now. I am pretty sure most of them don't want too! as everyone feels grass is always green on the other side.
I don't know many youngsters are suffering similar plight! but so is my F**ked up life! (I had never ever used the F word even with ** in my blog till now)
Friday, September 26, 2008
Answer sheet psychology
Surprised!? Let me give you a background for the title.
My Mom is a private school teacher. She had got a few answer sheets home to correct after the mid-term exams and I get to find total for all the answer sheets, cross check and verify the marks. etc., I am happy to help her because I do get relief of some kind in doing such petty things. I usually enjoy the funny writings of the young kids rather than verifying them.
But sometimes you have to go beyond the words in answers to get to know them better. You can actually read that kid's mind in its creative work on answer script like story telling, passage writing on a picture, own sentences.
Yesterday, I was going through one peculiar answer sheet. The kid had scored a low score of 16 on 100! I wondered what makes one score so less and the answer to my wondering lied in the sheet itself. There was a question which said - "Write about your mother in about 5-6 sentences of your own." I was shocked to see that the kid had begun the paragraph by saying that "My mother is very poor. She is always working. She takes care of whole family. I want to see her always happy. I love her very much." After going through this, It hurt me to even swallow my saliva down the throat. It was like a depression note left by someone before committing suicide! I did not find any such writings in any of the other kids paper. They all had said that their mom knew how to prepare lots of dishes. She is beautiful. She always drops me at school and picks up in the evening...and so on.
You could imagine the poverty that the kid is suffering at that very young age by it's very first reaction to thought of the family. The kid is really highly sensitive. All that he wants to be is secure, a promise of better life every new day.
My Mom is a private school teacher. She had got a few answer sheets home to correct after the mid-term exams and I get to find total for all the answer sheets, cross check and verify the marks. etc., I am happy to help her because I do get relief of some kind in doing such petty things. I usually enjoy the funny writings of the young kids rather than verifying them.
But sometimes you have to go beyond the words in answers to get to know them better. You can actually read that kid's mind in its creative work on answer script like story telling, passage writing on a picture, own sentences.
Yesterday, I was going through one peculiar answer sheet. The kid had scored a low score of 16 on 100! I wondered what makes one score so less and the answer to my wondering lied in the sheet itself. There was a question which said - "Write about your mother in about 5-6 sentences of your own." I was shocked to see that the kid had begun the paragraph by saying that "My mother is very poor. She is always working. She takes care of whole family. I want to see her always happy. I love her very much." After going through this, It hurt me to even swallow my saliva down the throat. It was like a depression note left by someone before committing suicide! I did not find any such writings in any of the other kids paper. They all had said that their mom knew how to prepare lots of dishes. She is beautiful. She always drops me at school and picks up in the evening...and so on.
You could imagine the poverty that the kid is suffering at that very young age by it's very first reaction to thought of the family. The kid is really highly sensitive. All that he wants to be is secure, a promise of better life every new day.
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