Grandparents are the first gurus to grandchildren

A relationship between grandparents and grandchildren is a very special bond. It can never be put into mere words. It’s a magical feeling.

Unlike many grandchildren who are closer to either their grandfather or grandmother I am closer to both. I love them equally. My grandparents are the most caring people on earth. I thank blogadda for letting me know about grandparent’s day. I have never celebrated grandparent’s day.

Today when I think of my grandparents, I remember one incident. From childhood, I was afraid to go to school. Each time it was my grandparents who interfered and made me realize the value of education and coaxed me into going to school. If it weren’t for their interference, I would never have completed my degree because when I was in seventh standard, our family shifted to Trichy from  Jayamkondam. They put me in an English medium school.

I wasn’t able to converse in English like all the children of my age did in that particular school. I begged my parents to put me in a Tamil Medium school but they wouldn’t budge. I was so scared to speak to the teachers as well as the students. But I had one friend who was very friendly to me.  She always spoke in Tamil. But the teachers spoke in English only. As a fact, most of the teachers knew only in English. Therefore, there was no possibility of them speaking in my native language. Even though, I made one friend in that school, I did not like that school at all. Hence I cried and made a scene almost daily. I cried while going in auto and also made a big noise.

My crying would continue in school also. One teacher was so harsh that he made me stand outside the class. It was hurtful. Then after that day, I told my parents I will not go to school.  To make them realize I was serious, I locked myself in the bedroom. They would shout and ask me to open the door I wouldn’t open it. I was very arrogant at that time.

Finally, my parents agreed not to send me to that school. I sat idly in the house for one year. Then next year, they tried to put me in another school. This time, my grandparents came to their rescue. I wrote the entrance test because they told me if I don’t go to school, they will get me married. Afraid, I agreed to go to school. The painful part was I failed in the entrance test. So the school head told my parents that I have to study sixth again. I didn’t agree. I have already completed sixth. So it seemed meaningless at that time.

Once again, I started crying and told my parents I will not go to school. But my grandparents threatened me with dire consequences and thus I agreed to go to school only because I understood I was spoiling my life. What would have happened if my grandparents didn’t interfere with my life? When I think about it now, I get shivers. My mother was the one who wanted me to study in an English medium school. All my aunts and uncles have completed their degrees but my mother has studied only PUC. My father is an ex-banker. Both my parents are soft spoken. So they were not capable of making me go to school. It was the core reason why they sought my grandparents help. I am glad they did.

Such a lovely couple, my grandparents are. I love to celebrate grandparent’s day by calling them early in the morning because they are in a relative’s house and telling them how happy I am for they are in my life. As they are not aware about grandparent’s day, I will tell them about the same. I will get to hear about their grandparents too on this occasion.  It is time to #LoveJatao.

”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”.

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Accident

‘‘Hurry up! We are going to miss the train’’ my father shouted.

My whole family was going to Chennai for a distant relative wedding who I don’t remember clearly. Ours is a family who value traditions. My parents go to all my relatives’ marriage functions no matter what.

“Where do you want to sit?” my mother asked.

My baby brother always sits near my mother. My shy younger sister always caring for me knowing instantly that I want to sit near the window seat in the train, let me sit in the window seat. Good for her. Otherwise I would have made a scene. I am always the fighter in my family. Whatever I want I will have it by raising my voice. I know it is bad, but who cares. I am not using my family to satisfy my selfish desires after all. If I don’t raise my voice, my stingy parents would never buy me anything and I like window seat because then only I can forget all my worries about my future.

I am going to turn 18, this September. Please be informed that my birthday and the wedding day is same. That doesn’t never really mattered to my parents always. Actually, my parents don’t celebrate our birthdays ever. My mother says that she is the one who struggled giving birth to us. So she should be praised. She is probably right. But who the hell asked her give birth to me???I never asked.

While my father and sister sat left to me, my mother sat in the opposite with my brother sitting in the window seat. I was very happy I got the other window seat. Whenever I sit in the window seat, I forget all my worries like what I am going to do in my future. I am totally immersed in the beautiful greeneries, the shops, the restaurants, motels, people, air, etc.

While I was watching outside, I heard a loud noise. Everybody in the train heard I suppose. It was a huge noise. The train stopped abruptly. We all went outside to see what it is. The first compartment and the second compartment got fire and many people had died. It was awful to hear. But I know everybody was happy little inside that death didn’t kiss them. I was feeling bad for the people who had died. Their families would be crushed by this news.

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Life by the window seat is never going to be the same again. I am going to remember this incident forever in my life. Though everybody saw the gruesome incident, I was shocked to the core because of the millions dreams I had about my life. Human life is clueless. We may die any moment at any place. Even that small child may die at any time if that child’s time to die comes early.

The rest of the people all settled in the seats as told by the police. Our family too obliged. I sat in the window seat pondering deeply about life. What we brought, what we are going to take when we die. Nothing. My views about life has changed. I was wonderstruck how one incident can turn your life for the better. I saw only people faces and their body languages. What kind of demon is going in everyone’s life, I wondered. What kind of disease the grownups and in some cases the younger ones are fighting for? What do the beggars do at the end of the day after begging for the whole day? and many such sample thoughts was going on in my mind. I have decided what I want to become in my life. I am going to become a social worker. Yes, I do. I decided to be good to my parents and siblings.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

Be a part of healthy relationships

In India, there is a social taboo even after the boyfriend and girlfriend term have become most common these days. There is still parents wanting to protect their children from falling into the trap. They create a cocoon and watch their children closely as if somebody is trying to harm their children anytime. This is just a fact. I am not lying. My parents are real proof. As a young woman, I know my limits. I do not cross the line my parents put. If I get married it will be an arranged marriage only.

My parents have been in a happy relationship for more than 30 years, then why can’t I be?I agree these days are different from those days. The modernised world indeed have corrupted young minds. But many do not fall into the trap. I can honestly say. Rape, gang rape, molestation, murder of young girls and woman, acid attacks are the only things we read mostly in today’s newspapers. Girls lives are threatened. So the parents of today’s girl children have more alert and alert. They know what is right , what is wrong?They are like a night watchman to their children. If their children ask for a cellphone that too android phone, they ask too many questions. Their children must answer it.

The boys cannot win the love of a protected girl children. They can just be a friend to them not a boy friend OR can I say they are just a half boyfriend may be to be precise. Girl children means a lot to the parents. They care for them, they are the world to them. If their girls lives are shattered they live like a corpse.

Half girlfriend is not a bad word. It’s a good word actually. Boys get friendship and he is satisfied. It may be jeopardized only when the boy cross his limits. Where there is a will, there is a way. Half boyfriend or half girlfriend is a good step taken by the boys and girls of today. It is a healthy culture. This culture must continue in the next century too and be successful. Parents should be proud of their children not be abashed about their girls and boys. I am honestly of the opinion, boys and girls can be friends not lovers. I have seen in soap operas and even in many movies. So why can’t it be successful in real life? Am I correct? If I am wrong please do correct me. In Big Bang theory, an English soap opera, the character Sheldon Cooper calls his girlfriend “A FRIEND WHO IS A GIRL”. I hope you all got it by now.

Meaning of Half girlfriend-my experience

I have never been in a half relationship but have witnessed many. Half girlfriend means a girl or a woman not really into the man but does not like him the way the boy wants. I mean like a lover. He is just a friend to him, a girl friend. I was always skeptical about such relationships. When I was studying in Bishop Heber College (it’s a co-ed college)  where girls casually speak with boys. I did my masters degree there. I was not always comfortable speaking to guys. So spoke less.

One of the boy in my class loved me and always spoke to me and messaged me in my Facebook account. I did not mind his advances. But did not reply to him after a fight began in FB account where everyone in my FB account watched it and my classmates indirectly teased. Here I want to stress everything was fine before I spoke to him. He spoke nicely and behaved well when I first met him. We did not talk during the college timings. Only on FB we spoked. Period. Why did he have to misuse me for his needs? Am I a puppet? He is a north Indian while I am south Indian and also he is two years younger than me. If he has thought I am his girlfriend then he is wrong. I just quit the college in my second year because of two guys. I discontinued my studies and did not write the correspondence course exam in 2015. My life wasted.I was Half girlfirend to him.

Another such incident happened in my own class. There was this girl and a boy who dated since their school days. They also go to same church. Their families knew their love story. They have accepted them. But what was wrong was the boy one day not able to tolerate the girl’s doings which I don’t know as I quit the college beated her and she fainted there itself. This relationship I name it as Half girlfriend.

Every single day we see in divorce courts many couples standing against each other, abusing each other, say as many bad things about each other and what else, everything is over between them in the court itself. Their relationship is over. What happened to them?If it’s an arranged marriage where did the parents went wrong?If it is a love marriage what is this bullshit?Is that what they did,love? It is pure lust or call it infatuation. Half girlfriend means half girlfriend. The one you cannot marry but have her as a friend, a girl friend or a friend they are infatuated. This is better than marriage.I now ask you people who read this, Am I right or wrong?

 

More successful than they think

What can I say? I am a female in India, currently unemployed but searching for a new job. Are you thinking the whole day I am free? No. I win the day by helping my mother in her daily chores and browse through the Internet for some freelancing gigs. I am always successful in getting gigs online.

Being an Indian, I get online vouchers by answering surveys on Panel station and browse through google for free samples to try out in India. I am always successful. Sometimes I fail too but the thirst for winning doesn’t stop me. I win, I lose. The game is ridiculously funny but it is worth it.

I got lot of vouchers by entering various contests. It takes care of my day to day needs. Being an Indian has its own advantages and disadvantages. I do not want to concentrate on the disadvantages. So let me just concentrate on the best part of being an Indian.There are so many opportunities in the job sector too for us especially if you are a female employee you get a cab free ride to your house. You are picked up from your house and dropped too. This facility cannot be found in any other country as far as I am aware. Although in some foreign countries, female employees have their own cars, it will not be a enjoyable ride.

In India, there are lots of opportunities in the IT sector and BPO sector. More and more people are getting hired daily. I am also looking for such opportunities right now and hope to win in the growing sector. Meanwhile, I want to pray to God for giving me two wonderful persons who I call mom and dad. Can’t be more thankful.

More Indian than you think is an impressive statement that defines our country but it best suits Lufthansa more. The foreigners competitive nature with Indians amuses me. We are a developing nation but they are developed country. It indeed makes me proud of our country. I guess this means Indians are more intelligent than them.#MoreIndianThanYouThink

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Well informed, well experienced

All religions practiced, almost all languages spoken in the country

Why I like India more than any other country is that there are almost all religions being practiced in India, more than 50 languages spoken in the country. Have you or anyone seen in a totally foreign country like this feature?. The answer is a no. Hence, I proudly say this, I am fortunate to know this country, and born in this lovable country.

India is one nation which welcomes almost all nation’s people and also welcomes them with open arms. I am glad that this is something a foreign country lacks. After Donald Trump became president in United States of America, Indians lives have been threatened. I heard that two Indians were killed because of racist attacks. All thanks to God this kind of bullshit does not happen in India exception goes to when we forget northeast people are also Indians like us.

My success story-Indian way of thinking

I worked in a particular company which I don’t want to name, a fellow employee verbally abused me. I am a new joinee. So I didn’t know how to react. I just took my bag and boldly walked towards the door and said goodbye once for all. The company called me asked what is the reason, I said I will not be a part of a company where I am not respected. That’s it. I consider this as my success story. I will get job in another company because I believe in my talents. Respect is more important than money.

Why I like India?

Honestly I am very fortunate to have born in India. This alone doesn’t qualify for liking one of my favourite country ,India after South Korea. The culture, the surroundings, the people, my relatives have all gifted me that I am indeed blessed to have been born in the country. But the only thing that bothers me is that both uneducated as well as educated people throw plastic bags, water bottles after its use and also spit on the road.Will they do it in their home?A big no. Accelerating crime rates are alarming.

Baby steps contributes to my success

Indian way of thinking is definitely a contributor to success. I take careful moves, cautious enough not to decide anything immediately, I think twice before accepting anything, I hear daily news, we are all well informed or half informed but sometimes we ignore the most important thing, “United we stand, Divided we fall”. All Indians are my brothers and sisters. Instead of joking whom to marry if all are my brothers and sisters, we should concentrate on becoming more human. Murder, rape, gang rape, etc arise so the subject civics in schools must be rewrote and laws must be stringent to those who commit such crimes. Yesterday, I read a post where a 12 year old tried to rape a 3 year old girl. Now see where India is going? The kids are no more kids anymore.

I will cite more examples. A grand father raped his own grand daughter in North India. What is the punishment for these kind of sick people? India will be considered a developed nation, if all men respect women and think they are like their own blood.Kids in India must be taught about “Good touch and bad touch” to lay a solid foundation for a brighter tomorrow.

What I think about Lufthansa?

I appreciate Lufthansa for their flight service campaign “More Indian than you think” as well as their effort to bring up such beautiful ideas to attract international and national customers. India’s growing global influence in Lufthansa is good to know. Keep it up. My only advice for Lufthansa is that they should protect Air hostesses from sexual abuse from indecent men. Why I say this is because it has happened before and it can happen again.#MoreIndianThanYouThink.

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My lovely trip-Alapuzha boat house and bungalow, Holiday Inn Cochin

How can I forget such a memorable day of my life? We (Our whole family from my mother’s side) travelled to Kerala, my grandmother’s birth place. My granny’s house is also in Kerala. Now it belongs to some body else because my great grand parents sold their house around the time of my grandparents marriage. Even though it was like that, we asked permission from the people who stay now at her then house, it was all a pleasant moment for us all. My mother lived in Kerala when she was still 3 years old, so she told bits and pieces she remembers about Kerala.

First when we landed on Kerala in a bus(first by train), we were astounded by less traffic. Compared to other south Indian states, Kerala is a clean state. I certify that. I can confidently argue about it. I also think crime rates are much lower than other states . I may be wrong as I have visited this place only once.

We went to a hotel after landing by bus. We ordered food. Ate and saw my grandmother’s house. The people who live in her house are all nice people. They treated us well. Gave juices. Then we went to the school in which my grandmother studies. Here I want to say something, my grandmother was so intelligent she was promoted to third standard before studying second standard. How can she not? She gave birth to eight children and handled all children quite well and all are in good positions in the society.

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Then we went to churches and prayed our stay is good and we return safely.We boarded the same bus throughout the Kerala trip. Then as planned my unlce rented a bungalow for four days stay. We also went to Alapuzha boat house and enjoyed the trip. We were all happy throughout the stay. I don’t know about others but I enjoyed and had fun so much. Believe it or not our whole family (mother’s side) enjoyed the trip. Some lived abroad but because of this trip they came to South India. What I did not like in the trip was the rice they served. It was so big. I did not like it all. But I loved the chicken and fish served in the Bungalow. Boat house food was okay. I am not a fan of it.

If anyone of you reading this post is thinking about a greenery place, you should visit Kerala. At last Cochin, how can I forget, another boat trip. They sold many things there. It was like a shopping place. So my dear readers, Kerala is famous for many things but if you want peace visit Kerala once. I found it there.

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