Today when I was coming to office I saw my reflection in one of the cars window,for a second I was amused at whom I am seeing,is it really me or only the body of mine which is staring..I felt like me as a soul have come out of the body and was staring to the mirror.
The reflection which I have seen was not me,it was some one else whom I never known,never wanted to become,a girl wearing a goggles,and wearing a modern outfit she was looking like one of the girls I used to see in the movies,stylish fashionable and beautiful.
When I was a child I never thought I will end up in this big city and settle down in a city like this,I have grown up in a small village in a big family that consists of a great grand father grand mothers and uncles and aunts and so many children's and many servants.
My family was a higher cast rich respected family in the village,every one respected grandfather,he owned the only school in the village and my mom,dad, uncle and aunt where working as teachers in the same school,we owned most of the lands in the village and was providing means for livelihood for the villagers.
Every one admired grand ma as she was a very elegant women ,who was very beautiful,powerful and generous,she makes sure every one who come to home have filled there stomach and ate nicely,also she had the tactics to make servants to do their duty properly.
Grandfather was very commanding ,but was kind at heart.every day there used to be at least 10 to 12 visitors for him.most of the people would have come for some kind of help and he will also used to help them as how much he can.
Most memories of my grand father and grand mother which I have is ,he is reading his daily news paper from our veranda ,sitting in his long comfort chair which is made of wood and cloth.I loved to sit in that chair,so whenever he is not there at home I used to sit in that chair and swing,will never used to allow my sisters to take that place of mine.and I used to pretend as if I am grand pa who is reading the news paper.
Grand mother's memory which I have is she is reading the Ramayana slogas from a Big book keeping in a stand from the veranda at afternoons around three ,It is nice to listen as the house will go to a sleepy mode after three with no sound except her elegant voice reading the slogas in a nice tune,I used to listen to it and roam around the house watching the lovely afternoon light and listening to the birds chirps and natures wonder noises..When I think about those afternoon it is a divine feeling now..I could completely understand her spirituality and he singling the sloga's "Naranayingane janichu bhumiyil naraga vaasikalkkidayil njan...narakathil ninnum karakettidene tiru vaikya vazhum shivashambho.."
She was a big dietary of lord Vishnu..I remember her telling the stories of sri krishna,how yashoda used to feed the krishna when he was a child with rice,dahi and upperi and feeds me the same way I used to get amused with her stories and open my mouth and gulp the rise at a short thinking I can also gulp the same way as srikrishna and she used to say the stories when yashoda asks krishna to open the mouth when she finds him eating the sand he opens and show her the four world in his mouth to yashoda and she will realize he is not a child the god himself .also I remember her telling the story of a crocodile and an elephant an elephant getting stuck in a crocodiles mouth and he prays to lord Vishnu and pluck a flower says "Narayana akilaguro Bhagavan namasthey" and do archana to lord mahavishnu,and seeing this lord mahavishnu himself will come and kill the crocodile with his sudarshana chakra and frees the elephant.
She used to tell me then when you are in trouble you should pray to lord Vishnu and chant that mantra ,he will come and save you from all the troubles..I believed in her words and used to chant them whenever I kneel down before the gods..
Those days taught me the power of belief and faith ,But as I grown I have changed I have forgot the power of beliefs and started going in wrong paths where is no belief's no faith in any one and to any body.
Continue...
The reflection which I have seen was not me,it was some one else whom I never known,never wanted to become,a girl wearing a goggles,and wearing a modern outfit she was looking like one of the girls I used to see in the movies,stylish fashionable and beautiful.
When I was a child I never thought I will end up in this big city and settle down in a city like this,I have grown up in a small village in a big family that consists of a great grand father grand mothers and uncles and aunts and so many children's and many servants.
My family was a higher cast rich respected family in the village,every one respected grandfather,he owned the only school in the village and my mom,dad, uncle and aunt where working as teachers in the same school,we owned most of the lands in the village and was providing means for livelihood for the villagers.
Every one admired grand ma as she was a very elegant women ,who was very beautiful,powerful and generous,she makes sure every one who come to home have filled there stomach and ate nicely,also she had the tactics to make servants to do their duty properly.
Grandfather was very commanding ,but was kind at heart.every day there used to be at least 10 to 12 visitors for him.most of the people would have come for some kind of help and he will also used to help them as how much he can.
Most memories of my grand father and grand mother which I have is ,he is reading his daily news paper from our veranda ,sitting in his long comfort chair which is made of wood and cloth.I loved to sit in that chair,so whenever he is not there at home I used to sit in that chair and swing,will never used to allow my sisters to take that place of mine.and I used to pretend as if I am grand pa who is reading the news paper.
Grand mother's memory which I have is she is reading the Ramayana slogas from a Big book keeping in a stand from the veranda at afternoons around three ,It is nice to listen as the house will go to a sleepy mode after three with no sound except her elegant voice reading the slogas in a nice tune,I used to listen to it and roam around the house watching the lovely afternoon light and listening to the birds chirps and natures wonder noises..When I think about those afternoon it is a divine feeling now..I could completely understand her spirituality and he singling the sloga's "Naranayingane janichu bhumiyil naraga vaasikalkkidayil njan...narakathil ninnum karakettidene tiru vaikya vazhum shivashambho.."
She was a big dietary of lord Vishnu..I remember her telling the stories of sri krishna,how yashoda used to feed the krishna when he was a child with rice,dahi and upperi and feeds me the same way I used to get amused with her stories and open my mouth and gulp the rise at a short thinking I can also gulp the same way as srikrishna and she used to say the stories when yashoda asks krishna to open the mouth when she finds him eating the sand he opens and show her the four world in his mouth to yashoda and she will realize he is not a child the god himself .also I remember her telling the story of a crocodile and an elephant an elephant getting stuck in a crocodiles mouth and he prays to lord Vishnu and pluck a flower says "Narayana akilaguro Bhagavan namasthey" and do archana to lord mahavishnu,and seeing this lord mahavishnu himself will come and kill the crocodile with his sudarshana chakra and frees the elephant.
She used to tell me then when you are in trouble you should pray to lord Vishnu and chant that mantra ,he will come and save you from all the troubles..I believed in her words and used to chant them whenever I kneel down before the gods..
Those days taught me the power of belief and faith ,But as I grown I have changed I have forgot the power of beliefs and started going in wrong paths where is no belief's no faith in any one and to any body.
Continue...
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