Growing up/aging gracefully II

In my last post I decided to talk about my second daughter Abhiruchi alias ruchi alias bubbly she was always a take it easy girl . i remember when she was quiet young maybe 6 years her mother had put here in a judo class mothers or for that matter even fathers do a lot of injustice to children they want them to grow up in a single day and have all the traits like a good academic mind , good command on music and than also a good sportsman and what not . What a pity one child and some many roles to play. It basically stems from the fact that they want them to achieve in the shortest spell what they could not do in life time.

coming back to ruchi we had this park close to our home where they used to teach judo to children. And here ruchi the carefree that she is doing it in slow motion and not bothering about what others were doing and setting her own rhythm i think that set the tone for her entire life she has created a rhythm of her own and going through the life at her own pace.

in her younger days she was quiet accident prone at every place wherever we went she would have an accident. At silchar she straight went to the hotel toilet and god knows how she managed to get the sink on top of herself. Immediately we rushed her to hospital fortunately it was superficial cut. Again at Agartala she fell from the roof of the house this time she was not as lucky and had a skull injury and had to be hospitalized it was a traumatic experience as we i had lost my niece in head injury despite best medical care and here we were at a place where only primitive arrangement was there the doctors would not even allow us to fly out for 72 hours after which we took her to gauahati

again one day at calcutta she managed to stick a marble in her nose and when the doctor removed it first thing she asked for was where is my ball. fortunately after that there were not many incidents except one when she kicked a scooter and hurt herself.

She enjoyed her school thoroughly for a girl who used to do judo karate in slowmotion basket ball became a favorite sport and may be she couldn't have survived a singe day without playing basket ball or tennis. During her class 9th 12th she would get up early morning play tennis and and than play basket ball god knows from where she got the energy.

we are always very skeptical about her studies but she did manage to catch the train Compared to her AAkaknsha was very serious girl who used to take her studies very seriously

As like Aakaknsha she had lot of time before leaving for Australia she used to be stressed a bit regarding her visa but never showed overtly only her mother used to push me. Her years at school and the sixmonth she spent at home have totally transformed her from a shy girl tugging her sisters dress to confident fresher at swinburne i still have that picture in mind i shall try to find it a put it on the blog.

keep it ruchi your transformation from ruchi to bubbly has been fantastic i know you can bring the warmth in your sisters life which probably we are not able to sitting back here in India my heart is with you as i have always acknowledged you as my pet.

keshu today some body called was asking for pinky do you recall who?????????????

there is so much you can write about children but again one post is not enough i have one more who may be feeling left out but nest time is his turn

Growing up / aging gracefully

You don't know whether your aging (gracefully or otherwise) or others are growing up it seems they are two sides of the same coin

Today is a great day ackie is graduating. I still remember my last day in the college what were those days just remembering them makes me feel young. I really enjoyed my college there shares of ups and downs the bunking of classes (against which I seriously advise my children or for that matter any body else) having innumerable cups of tea at the college canteen named Apollo ( because it was shaped like a rocket and Armstrong had probably landed on the moon around the time I joined college Aug 1970)

It seem like it was just yesterday time just seems to fly by 30 years and one still wants to go back to the same old days they were some of the best time in my life.

some time life looks like a movie sudden changes take place in 1978 I moved to north east (north eastern states are cut off from main India . The population is basically indigenous tribal people rustic and simpleton with very frugal life style, the states are also known as the seven sisters)

Life started a fresh met knew persons one person I met was PK sasseedran he had just come to tripura where his uncle was working and he joined me I think at a very young age 0f 17 -18 years.

We had a long stint together worked for almost 10 years and then drifted away . Two days ago I suddenly got a call from him and I gave him my email address and then he mailed me . His daughter is also doing engineering and the second daughter is in class 9. He specially asked about ackie. When ackie was born the entire staff at agartala would look after her and sasi was one of them.

when I was in engineering there were only two girls in the whole college and today it seems every second girl is doing engineering . I think this is one male area which has been completely conquered

I will continue with more in the next blog

let me again congratulate ackie she is such a wonderful daughter and I am sure she will be a winner in whatever she does

ackie dear do not allow it to get to your head

Ackie occupies so much space in my mind that I feel sometimes bubbly is left out but next time it is bubbly is some body listening ....... Or reading??????????????

mydestiny

my destiny


Feels good to have 7 comments may be that includes three of your own

Ackie calls up the 24X7 helpline at 01:30 hrs stating assignement needs to be finished and submitted next morning I had thought my days of assignments are over i have just asked her in return to acknowledge my contribution in her degree and promote my blog and there I hane this lovely lasdy leave a comment on my blog my first visitor outside the family and reason to celebrate. It feels that whole of delhi knows it jpoins me in celebration with all the fire crackers going around.

As usual there is lot of advise like getting my blog proof read from my wife you know it wifes are experts in finding faults they can find it even where none exists but i am man and i too have my ego so no proof reading you want to read it vist my blog.

i have never discused my second daughter ruchi from a wild child she has blossomed into a very responsible girl She is so full of energy that i have changed her name and started calling her bubbly the enthusaiasm is overflowing and infectitious may be she passes it on to ackie also who some time sounds rundown and tired ackie dear donot feel jealous i know you too love her especiaaly when she cooks for you or gives comapny to a concert there are some infections which are good so allow her

At one time we had three dogs Julie, wind and storm (siblings) Julie and wind passed away at an interval of three months those very trubulent times I couldnot even prpoerly mourn their departure but storm is still with us and he has all the privileages. Today being Diwali because of the sound of firecrackers he has shifted his abode to our bedroom he thinks we shall protect him but alas one is not able to control the sound.

After a long time we went trought the ritual prayers on occassion of Diwali our old priest who use to come even during my mothers time was with us i was just wondering how much his old yes have seen he saw us growing through our childhood and then our children and may be grand children

i think i write too long i donot feel like leaving the key board but i think i will write more frequently and shorter peices


once again i welcome more visitors even may be some aliens

my second adventure

I Came home early thought i will have a talk with my son but as usual when i am at home he is not there and vice-a-versa then I heard someting from meena about ackies blog and her sense of not belonging , thought fit to see the blog and after reading i remebered i had also started writing a blog and then the real adventure started why do they have to make things so complicated you have to have a user name which i just could not remeber in this age is remembering your own name not just good enough there are so many things that you want to remember but cannot like the password to your blog your ATM pin number or the phone number of an important client or even your wedding anniversary or your wifes birthday (daughters are generally more amenable and sons have already acquired gifts for the next few years) There are something in your life which people make sure you do not forget like the monthly bills the uni fees credit card companies even the travel group keep on reminding you for how long you have not had a decent holiday

When i posted my first blog i would check it for two three days to see if somebody is visiting me but alas no body other than ackie and meena visited and then the enthusiasm was lost but today again i felt i should spit out whatever is in my mind i think i would have to promote my blog incidentally i sent my link to ackie and announced in the home that i am on the blog bandwagon may be i will hitch a ride on ackies blog

Today morning i called up ackie and after about an hour she called me back saying i sounded as if i was sad yes i was ( though to her i told no their is nothing to worry) I some how had a very depressing day noit that their were any bad news but it seems i have not been able to accomplish mushc in thew last two three months but while comeing i decided that this is not going to work and let me again take charge of my life and i felt good. and i feel better after reading ackies blog and spitting out these words

I was in similiar mood about four years ago then my brother-in-law gave me a few cassettes which worked i am again starting positive thinking and let us see where we reach

The son is back my blog is in public domain even before it is posted however let me end it with a banta joke

Some body came and told santa that bantas daughter has died and he jumps from hundred floor on his way down at the 50th floor he remebers he has no daughter on 25th floor he remebers he is not even married and on 5th floor he remebers he is santa and not banta, my memeory is bad but not as bad as Santa's.

my first adventure on the blog band wagon

Encouraged by my daughter's blog and how it has helped her to express herself i too have decided to hitch hike on the blog band wagon.


I have named my blog as my destiny because that is something which always is a mystery , I have gone through numerous swings in my life from a loved kid to difficult times in school and college. There have been some exceptionally great moments and some shocking.


I some times wonder what was the purpose of our being born on the earth, A few weeks ago I heard a song which expresses this confusion and says all this world makes no sense for my readers who may be fluent in hindi i will try to repeat the words "yeh duniya badi utpatanga kithey hath kithey tanga" further on he adds "yeh duniya mast kalandar utte betha ik bandar samjhta apne ap nu sikander" roughly translated into english it means this world is very confusing where are the hands and legs then it says this workd is very sweet place and compares god to a monkey who thinks he is sikander ( KIng Alexander)

I shall from time to time write about my view on various going on in the world and India on topics like religion, interpersonal relationshipgovernment and all that comes to my mind from time to time

Today i will like to share and express my views about religion I am not a atheist i accept that their is a god (monkey ) and he has his mystrious ways of working sometimes we feel very unhappy with whatever is going on with us presently but he has is own style of working sometimes the hardship that we go through prepare us for bigger responsiblities in future However i do not believe in intolerance of any other persons view. Sometimes in the garb of our religion we try to be unreasonable on others and a simple question i put to them is did they have a choice of relgion did they choose their parents. I know of myself i happened to be born to hindu parents in India and i am hindu if i would have been borne into africa or middle east or for that matter any where in the world i would have qadopted that religion and culture that douesnot mean i have to be fanatic for that and want every body to convert to line of thought. No religion wants us to take unjust actions then why we commit such heinious crimes on the name of religion. criminals are criminal be they of any religion and need to be treated accordingly