MEMORIES OF MY GRANDFATHER

MEMORIES OF MY GRAND FATHER…….

After long one year of my last blog I decided to write today….a restarting is needed…..and was thinking to start from which travel episode and suddenly my heart told me I should travel from myself…to be very honest after many long years today I thought of you achacha…..(that’s how I used to call u). I was travelling down my memory lane….29 years back to my childhood and I was picking up the memories and you are an important page of my life …..

My maternal grandfather…. N.P Parameswaran J I knew you as a clerk working for a cashew factory in Kollam. When I think of you first picture that come into my mind is that of your old scooter…you are one of the most coolest person whom I have ever met...even though thousand hurdles were down on your path you never minded them instead ignored and left the life as it is.....

Achacha when I grew up from my mother’s talks I learned that you were a good foot ball player…a cyclist and a true adventurist ….your genes of adventure has truly passed down to your granddaughter..Of course not me J . I waited on my birthdays for you…..you always bought me birthday cakes wrapped with love…I waited for Christmas for Christmas cards .even though it was from my cousins it was written in your beautiful handwriting….  To, Baby Parvathy :J I waited for Vishu to receive coins and I had always that privilege in order of getting money first as I was your first grandchild …I waited for Onam to sit at floor and have lunch with you and for the beach evening that day..I waited for pooja to keep my books and seeing you doing pooja and after that for the yummy prasadam which you made.i waited for my summer vacations to see you wrap all my text books and note books and write my name ….you were the first traveler I saw in my life. As a part of your job you travelled throughout. I listened to your stories which evoked the traveler inside me…I loved the Mysore cakes you bought for us J

When I was in boarding school one day you came to see me with mosquito net…..I still remember the big white seematti cover… I was homesick….down with fever….a 10 year old girl who thought my parents ditched me in boarding as they loved my sister a lot…I begged to you to take me back home….and cried to you…it was you who told my mother to bring me back home. I loved evening walking with you….I walked either for a hot peanut packet or for a Bombay sweet which are still my favorites. As I grew up the frequency of my visits reduced….classes...Tuitions...hostel life …college all kept me away from you….I had a whole one week with you both again when ambu was admitted with dengue in KIMS. That was my vacation when I was looking after you as you looked after me during my school vacations…

Of course your end of life was not so colorful achacha…you left us with alzhemeirs. One day when amma came to saw you, you scolded her for leaving me alone at home…. The memory that remained with you was my childhood…. My amma always used to say you and grandmother lived in present and never thought of future…but today I should say that she was wrong ….you educated you four girls to maximum you can which was the best investment you made in your life…..thank you achacha…. I don’t know whether I had done justice to you…but, if you are reading me from heaven...I am really sorry for any mistakes I had done to you and thank you so much for giving me my mother…. I am deeply indebted to you J

                                      Always yours ….. Paru