Sometimes, I think, why those about whom we think most, do not appear to be concerned about our caring. Is that beyond a certain period, we have no say in their life ? It certinly cannot be.
Nurturing is incomplete if not guided reasonably towards a goal; a goal in cofirmity with the norms of the family, that of the society and above all which allows one to live a life keeping head above. Is it that everything being followed in the society, from time immemorial, are to be viewed so silly and blemish ? No, it cannot be. While one has every right to live a life of his choice, it is certainly not out of place for the guardian, who he might be to, to have some longings. I do not know whether my thoughts are extreme or natural, or coming out from the interiors of the heart of heart.
Posted on Aug.28, 2010.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Childhood memories-1
Memories still seem fresh of those days when I was a child of just 3 or 4 years old.
That day, the Saraswati Puja Day, holding my Appachan'(Dad's) fingers and walking towards the nursery,a day when I started my schooling. I was,perhaps, the shortest child in the group of about 30. My first Guru,Unni Asaan,caught my finger and made me write on the sand the letter 'Hari'. I paid him 'Guru Dakshina'- eight anna (today's 50 paise). I still feel the sweetness of the 'Palanthodan Pazham'( a variety of banana-small in size) which my Guru gave on that day. I did not cry like other small children on the first day, but I was happy. Holding again my Appachan's fingers I returned home. My Amma (mother) was waiting at the door-step and when I entered, she took me in her arms and hugged me.
Today,at the age of 62 I still feel the warmth of fingers which held my fingers to the nursery and the fingers which caught my finger and made to write on the sand the first letter and the arm which took me and hugged. I can only cherish my sweet memories.
July 24,2010
That day, the Saraswati Puja Day, holding my Appachan'(Dad's) fingers and walking towards the nursery,a day when I started my schooling. I was,perhaps, the shortest child in the group of about 30. My first Guru,Unni Asaan,caught my finger and made me write on the sand the letter 'Hari'. I paid him 'Guru Dakshina'- eight anna (today's 50 paise). I still feel the sweetness of the 'Palanthodan Pazham'( a variety of banana-small in size) which my Guru gave on that day. I did not cry like other small children on the first day, but I was happy. Holding again my Appachan's fingers I returned home. My Amma (mother) was waiting at the door-step and when I entered, she took me in her arms and hugged me.
Today,at the age of 62 I still feel the warmth of fingers which held my fingers to the nursery and the fingers which caught my finger and made to write on the sand the first letter and the arm which took me and hugged. I can only cherish my sweet memories.
July 24,2010
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