It is the time that i turned to V.Padma, sister of P.Susheela (a well-known singer). With more enthusiasm i went to her and my friends are already talking to her. I came to know from my friends that she speak telugu and i initiated my conversation as "Mamma gaaru Baagunnara?" . Shockingly i got reply as "you FOOL!!!why do you shout? Do you think i am Deaf (or) what???!!!@#@%#@$#". Smiley's all around and then i came to know that I spoken a bit louder with influence of Balambal as she cant hear properly. And there by our conversation went on like this...
Me: "Grandmom, You are from?"
Padma Garu: "I am from Vijayanagaram,AP"
Me: "Okay, Are you in singing profession as your sister?"
I got a reply from Vaidehi that "Of-course she sings well, she plays violin excellently
Padma Garu: "What are you doing here?"
Me: "I am working here as software engineer and i came here to spend a good time with you all and i am spending here so happily"
Padma Garu: "So, do you know singing? and she asked me to sing a song"
Me: "I started singing and i stopped immediately seeing her expression when i complete the 1st line :( and i said we are more interested seeing you singing"
Padma Garu (Started singing after few request-proposals): ".......................... aaaa...aaaa....".
Here We started recording her songs and she sang 2 songs more happily and after that she asked me to play the recorded songs.
I got stunned seeing her expression of dislike. It is due to the shake in frequency of song added by her age and i just wondered "how dedicative she is!" towards the music. I just felt that she has a good thirst towards the essence of the music and striving for it even in age 86!!! she keep herself engaged in listening songs, reading novels and spending time with her friends. I asked her an autograph as it will be a valuable collection in my memories. Also i felt i had a beautiful time with another great granny. Now its time for perianaayaki to share another good time.
"yen peru PeriaNaayaki" and she told about her family and shared her experiences with her children and grand children. I have not understood her language as she speak in tamil mostly however i had a capture of her feelings in heart. Every capture is an evidence of her love towards her family, simplicity, innocence, brave and she is a book of lessons taught by her experiences. Also she told about her grandson who completed his B.Tech. She is saying with a Proud Smiley(filled with love) that her grandson is so studios and he spent most of time with books. I observed a smile on her face which is soft & gentle however, symbolizing her missing attachment with him.
My friend en-quired about the branch of her grand-son and she has a Confused smiley brought by unknowing of the word branch . He told her that CS means Computer Science and it is a branch. I am wondering whether she can understand anything (or) not. Another stunning reply from her is It is EC i.e. Electronics and compu... sorry Communications . I kept my mouth open seeing her as a wonder.
I asked "Do you feel missing your family?" and she replied (with half-eaten Guava in her hand) "Not much!!! and this environment does not make me to think so much about it." We came to know from vaidehi that she should not eat Guava and she said to vaidehi that "Nothing will happen and is good fruit as this people.". I just felt "How great she is at heart(loving her family to the most)! How brave she is(staying away from her family alone)! A best positive thinker who enjoys her life to the most. She loved her children, grandsons and saying most of the things about them." I just gave a happy smiley in face with heavy heart and turned to Madhumati.
part-3 will be blogged soon. Stay tuned :)
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Do you hate someone?
A kindergarten teacher has decided to let her class play a game. The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes. Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates.So the number of potatoes that a child will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates.
So when the day came, every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated. Some had 2 potatoes; some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. The teacher then told the children to carry with them the potatoes in the plastic bag wherever they go (even to the toilet) for 1 week.
Days after days passed by, and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. Besides, those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. After 1 week, the children were relieved because the game had finally ended....
The teacher asked: "How did you feel while carrying the potatoes with you for 1 week?” The children let out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and smelly potatoes wherever they go.
Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game. The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week, can you imagine what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart for your lifetime???"
Moral: Throw away any hatred for anyone from your heart so that you will not carry sins for a lifetime. Forgiving others is the best attitude to take!
So when the day came, every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated. Some had 2 potatoes; some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. The teacher then told the children to carry with them the potatoes in the plastic bag wherever they go (even to the toilet) for 1 week.
Days after days passed by, and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. Besides, those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. After 1 week, the children were relieved because the game had finally ended....
The teacher asked: "How did you feel while carrying the potatoes with you for 1 week?” The children let out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and smelly potatoes wherever they go.
Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game. The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week, can you imagine what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart for your lifetime???"
Moral: Throw away any hatred for anyone from your heart so that you will not carry sins for a lifetime. Forgiving others is the best attitude to take!
Story of a Pot with Crack
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.
'I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.'
The old woman smiled, 'Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?' 'That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.'
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.' Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
So, to all of my cracked pot friends(including me), have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!
At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.
'I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.'
The old woman smiled, 'Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?' 'That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.'
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.' Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding. You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
So, to all of my cracked pot friends(including me), have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Visit to Narbhavi-Part 1
Narbhavi-a senior citizen home walkable from sholinganallur-chennai. we went there around 11A.M on Sunday with my friends(Prasad, Navata, Anusha and Hema) . We came to know about this place from an office colleague of my friend Hema. Interesting portion is that no one knows the exact address and we reached the place after navigating the all possible-paths to it. It is exactly on the first right road after the foot-over bridge near toll-gate(On way to mayajal from the traffic signal.)
The very first impression on Narbhavi is "a beautiful house with peaceful surroundings". The cool climate and pleasant surroundings added more peacefulness to the place. As we all came from the same college in Andhra, no one of us knows tamil properly. However, we plan to spend some hours with them and entered the Narbhavi. It takes no time for us to change the opinion as "It is not a house and indeed it is a beautiful Home." It is a family with 45 grand-mom's spending their time happily and enjoying their retirement. They received us as if they are welcoming their grand-children.
Initially we met vaidehi-the head warden who looks care of everyone there and she explained the daily schedule, Medical processing, Food-time table and everything that belongs to Narbhavi. It reminded me a Joint-family under the supervision of family head Vaidehi. She is the good care-taker and We started distributing the fruits which we brought and started talking them in my known tamil "Patti-Nalla-irika? saptiya?" . That is the moment that i felt bad(worst) on myself is i should have learn tamil.
I got surprised with the recieval from a grand-mom(Bala) and i keep on listening to her words. She is speaking, speaking and sharing many moments in life.I am wondering about the fluency of english spoken by Balambal(Bala). "Man, she is the unmarried woman and aged 91 years" said by vaidehi. My conversation with bala has gone this way...
Me: "Grand ma, How are you? Do you know english?"
Bala: "Pardon!!!"
Me: "Grand ma, how are you? How are you doing here?" ..am surprised with word "Pardon" she speak
Bala: "My name is Balambal and you can call me Bala, Am i looking too aged?"
Me: "Hehhehe..Okay bala, u r speaking english very fluently..May i know, what you studied?"
Bala: "I studied at Trichy-SRC college, Presidency college-Chennai and i worked as Asst.Engineer and............."
Me: "How is life here?"
Bala: I get Times Of India daily and read it. I participate in Bhajans, prayers, games, go to library and reading books. We dont feel bore here as we have so many people to have fun with.
Me: wat are your hobbies bala?
Bala: Playing violin, reading books etc.
Me: "Will you come with me? I will take care of you grandmom, sorry bala?"
Bala: Hehhhehe(with an innocent smile without teeth and I looked her as a child smiling), I shall take permission from my brother who joined me here. Instead you can join here grand-son,
However with permission of vaidehi :)
Me: (I looked many people watching us and wanna share some time with them) It is nice time spending with you bala
Bala: Ofcourse, i feel glad seeing all you people and spending time here. May God Bless you and Best wishes.
Me: Thank you bala, we keep visiting here and take care.
Bala: Yeah yeah u r always welcome, we will be waiting for you. Good luck my boy :)
and I turned to V.Padma (Sister of P.Susheela-a great famous singer). Please do wait for part-2 and it will be blogged soon. Stay tuned :)
The very first impression on Narbhavi is "a beautiful house with peaceful surroundings". The cool climate and pleasant surroundings added more peacefulness to the place. As we all came from the same college in Andhra, no one of us knows tamil properly. However, we plan to spend some hours with them and entered the Narbhavi. It takes no time for us to change the opinion as "It is not a house and indeed it is a beautiful Home." It is a family with 45 grand-mom's spending their time happily and enjoying their retirement. They received us as if they are welcoming their grand-children.
Initially we met vaidehi-the head warden who looks care of everyone there and she explained the daily schedule, Medical processing, Food-time table and everything that belongs to Narbhavi. It reminded me a Joint-family under the supervision of family head Vaidehi. She is the good care-taker and We started distributing the fruits which we brought and started talking them in my known tamil "Patti-Nalla-irika? saptiya?" . That is the moment that i felt bad(worst) on myself is i should have learn tamil.
I got surprised with the recieval from a grand-mom(Bala) and i keep on listening to her words. She is speaking, speaking and sharing many moments in life.I am wondering about the fluency of english spoken by Balambal(Bala). "Man, she is the unmarried woman and aged 91 years" said by vaidehi. My conversation with bala has gone this way...
Me: "Grand ma, How are you? Do you know english?"
Bala: "Pardon!!!"
Me: "Grand ma, how are you? How are you doing here?" ..am surprised with word "Pardon" she speak
Bala: "My name is Balambal and you can call me Bala, Am i looking too aged?"
Me: "Hehhehe..Okay bala, u r speaking english very fluently..May i know, what you studied?"
Bala: "I studied at Trichy-SRC college, Presidency college-Chennai and i worked as Asst.Engineer and............."
Me: "How is life here?"
Bala: I get Times Of India daily and read it. I participate in Bhajans, prayers, games, go to library and reading books. We dont feel bore here as we have so many people to have fun with.
Me: wat are your hobbies bala?
Bala: Playing violin, reading books etc.
Me: "Will you come with me? I will take care of you grandmom, sorry bala?"
Bala: Hehhhehe(with an innocent smile without teeth and I looked her as a child smiling), I shall take permission from my brother who joined me here. Instead you can join here grand-son,
However with permission of vaidehi :)
Me: (I looked many people watching us and wanna share some time with them) It is nice time spending with you bala
Bala: Ofcourse, i feel glad seeing all you people and spending time here. May God Bless you and Best wishes.
Me: Thank you bala, we keep visiting here and take care.
Bala: Yeah yeah u r always welcome, we will be waiting for you. Good luck my boy :)
and I turned to V.Padma (Sister of P.Susheela-a great famous singer). Please do wait for part-2 and it will be blogged soon. Stay tuned :)
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Man,Wife and Dog
A man was leaving a cafe with his morning coffee when he noticed a most Unusual funeral procession A funeral coffin was followed by a second one About 50 feet behind the first. Behind the second coffin was a solitary man Walking with a black dog. Behind him was a queue of 200 men walking in Single line. The man couldn't stand his curiosity.
He approached the man walking with the dog, "I am so sorry for your loss, And I know now is a bad time to disturb you, but I've never seen a funeral Like this with so many of you walking in single line. Whose funeral is It?"
The man replied, "Well, that first coffin is for my wife."
"What happened to her?"
The man replied, "My dog attacked and killed her."
He inquired further, "Well, who is in the second coffin?"
The man answered, "My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my wife when the dog attacked and killed her also."
A thoughtful moment of silence passes between the two men. Then the first One asks in excitement, "Can I borrow the dog?"
The man replied, "Join the queue."
He approached the man walking with the dog, "I am so sorry for your loss, And I know now is a bad time to disturb you, but I've never seen a funeral Like this with so many of you walking in single line. Whose funeral is It?"
The man replied, "Well, that first coffin is for my wife."
"What happened to her?"
The man replied, "My dog attacked and killed her."
He inquired further, "Well, who is in the second coffin?"
The man answered, "My mother-in-law. She was trying to help my wife when the dog attacked and killed her also."
A thoughtful moment of silence passes between the two men. Then the first One asks in excitement, "Can I borrow the dog?"
The man replied, "Join the queue."
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