Though I named my blog Hashina's thoughts.. I guess I never shared my thoughts here..better for you..coz you wont ever understand my thoughts or you can never relate to it perhaps..or you wont even feel that these things are to be thought about :P
Its been a while,I wrote something not because nothing special happened in my life, life is indeed a procession of events..even I had many things which should have been shared n published here..but I guess somethings are better left unsaid!!
So, the latest news is that I am going for a vaccation..hold on.. I really doubt if its a vaccation..no its not ,not at all..I am having a great vaccation here in Dubai..am having so much fun here..so much time here for my own little things..and having so much time to be lazy !! But as soon as I land home, I would be busy I guess...have to tolerate many so called "relatives&neighbours" have to live up to many expectations..have to live many roles other than being a wife..have to be a daughter,a sister,an aunt,a daughter in law, sister in law..a neighbour,a friend,a classmate,college mate,batch mate..a student..oopssss and I have only a fortnight for all these roles !! it seems I am gonna have a tough time indeed..
But I should mention the love and care am gonna get back home too...its really admirable and I wont get it here for sure..so it can balance every other draw backs..being home :P
But Guess what...I am not at all excited about my trip :( am not at all happy to go home..I still wonder why..may be the freedom,the bliss I have here..or may be am afraid of the events coming up..I have my sister's hosue warming,my cousin's wedding,my husband's cousin's wedding then my cousin's engagement..College Alumni..and the worst part is that I love being there..but I dont want to face many of them :(
In my initial years here, I have always wanted to go home,wanted to spend more time back home,had so many nostalgic things to do..I didnt like Dubai at all..like any other NRI , I was also overwhelmed with so many feelings when the flight lands on the run way..you cant explain the feeling we have when the cabin crew announces the landing,the out side temperature etc..and then follows the mobile notification sounds..the welcome messages by the inumerable service providers back home..then the messages from our own Etisalat n Du..the number n contact details of UAE embassy etc etc then to see the excitement of our fellow passengers to take out the hand baggages,the duty free shop bags,which they bought at the last moment for their loved one's back home..its indeed a great feeling to be back home :-)
But I guess am more excited,when the flight lands back here in Dubai now !! I feel am home..whenever the flight lands on Dubai airport runway ! Still wondering when Dubai became my home,when the 2 bed room flat here became my world..when I got used to the extreme weather here..when I started to love to explore the food varities here..when I started to love the walk around the length n breadth of malls here...and most of all when I started to be proud to be a part of UAE !
Oh God.... how proirities and opinions change on time..I still cant stop wondering..what are the things here that keeps me happy..,that keeps me wanting to come back here..may be Dubai gave me a life of my own..may be I started living my own here..back home we are living not only our lives..but of many..we are sharing our lives back home..we are indeed a social animal back home...
And the ultimate truth is that I have become more SELFISH !! Though not a pleasant thing to be shared..its the fact..
Love,
Hash
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Monday, October 31, 2011
one of my short stories written 6 years back !!
ഓര്‍മ്മകള്‍ക്കപ്പുറത്ത്
അങ്ങനെ അവസാനം അമ്മായിയും എത്തി.കരഞ്ഞുകൊണ്ടാണ് പത്തായപ്പുരയിലേക്ക് കയറിയതുതന്നെ.ഞാനപ്പോള്‍ മേലെപറമ്പിലായിരുന്നു.ഉണ്ണിമാങ്ങകള്‍ വീഴാന്‍ തുടങ്ങിയിരിക്കുന്നു.പെറുക്കിക്കൊണ്ടു ചെന്നാല്‍ അമ്മിണിയമ്മ മുളകും ഉപ്പും ചേര്‍ത്ത് മുറിച്ചിട്ടു തരും,മീരക്കുഞ്ഞിന് എരിയാതിരിക്കന്‍ അല്പം എണ്ണയും ചേര്‍ക്കും.ഇനി അതുവേണ്ടെന്നു പറയണം.സ്റ്റേറ്റ്സില്‍ നിന്നു വന്നയുടനെ എനിക്ക് എരിവ് തീരെ പിടിക്കില്ലായിരുന്നു.ഇപ്പോള്‍ എരിവില്ലാതെ പറ്റില്ലെന്നായിരികുന്നു.കിട്ടിയ ഉണ്ണിമാങ്ങകളും പെറുക്കി പിന്നാമ്പുറത്തു ചെന്നപ്പോഴാണ് അമ്മായി വന്നത് അമ്മിണിയമ്മ പറഞ്ഞത്.ഞാനങ്ങോട്ട് ചെല്ലുമ്പോള്‍ അമ്മയി എണ്ണിപ്പെറുക്കി കരയുന്നുണ്ടായിരുന്നു.5 ആങ്ങളമാരുണ്ടായിരുന്നിട്ടെന്താ.എന്‍റെ അച്ഛന് ഈ ഗതി വന്നല്ലോ എന്നും പറഞ്ഞ്.അമ്മായിയാണ് ഏറ്റവും ഇളയത്.എന്‍റെ അച്ഛന് മൂത്തതും.അമ്മിണിയമ്മ പറഞ്ഞു.
സ്റ്റേറ്റ്സില്‍ നിന്നു വന്ന് ഒരാഴ്ച്ചക്കുള്ളില്‍ പപ്പക്കും മമ്മക്കും വിഷ്ണുവിനും മടുത്തു.അയ്യോ!ഏട്ടനെ പേരെടുത്ത് വിളിക്കന്‍ പാടില്ലെന്ന അമ്മിണിയമ്മ പറഞ്ഞത്.എന്‍റെ ഫ്രന്‍റ്സ് എല്ലാം അങ്ങനെയാണല്ലോ വിളിക്കുന്നത്!എനിക്ക് വെക്കേഷന്‍ ആയതുകൊണ്ട് ഇവിടെ നിര്‍ത്താമെന്ന് തീരുമാനിച്ച് അവര്‍ മടങ്ങി.മൂത്ത മകന്‍റെ പ്രതിനിധിയായി മകള്‍!
അവര്‍ മടങ്ങിയതിനു ശേഷം എന്നെ അപ്പൂപ്പന് വിളിപ്പിച്ചു.എനിക്ക് പത്തായപുരയിലേക്ക് പോകുന്നതുതന്നെ ഇഷ്ടമില്ലായിരുന്നു.ആ കെട്ടിടം മുഴുവന്‍ കഷായത്തിന്‍റെയും മറ്റു പച്ചമരുന്നുകളുടെയും മണമാണ്.അപ്പൂപ്പന്‍റെ കട്ടിലിന്‍റെ കയ്യില്‍ തോര്‍ത്ത് മുണ്ട് ഉണ്ടാവും.അതില്‍ നിന്ന് ഒരു ലിറ്റര്‍ എണ്ണ പിഴിഞ്ഞെടുക്കാം!അപ്പൂപ്പന് എന്നെ തിരിച്ചറിഞ്ഞു!അതിന് എന്നെ ആദ്യമായിട്ട് കാ‍ണുകയല്ലേ.ഞാനുണ്ടായതും വളര്‍ന്നതും സ്റ്റേറ്റ്സില്‍ അല്ലെ!അമ്മൂമ്മയുടെ പേരിട്ട പേരക്കിടാവിനെ ഇതുവരെ കാണാത്ത പേരക്കിടാവിനെ വിളിപ്പിച്ചെന്ന്!
അപ്പൂപ്പന് അടുത്തു പിടിച്ചിരുത്തി,മുടിയില്‍ തഴുകി.എനിക്ക് അമ്മൂമ്മയുടെ കണ്ണുകള്‍ കിട്ടിയിട്ടുണ്ടെന്ന് പറഞ്ഞു,തിളങ്ങുന്ന കണ്ണുകള്‍.അമ്മൂമ്മക്ക് നല്ല മുടിയുണ്ടായിരുന്നെന്നും പക്ഷേ,എന്‍റെ മുടി ചെമ്പനാണ്.ബ്ലോണ്ട് ആണ് ട്രെന്‍റ്,പിന്നെ തോളൊപ്പമേ ഉള്ളുതാനും.അമ്മിണിയമ്മയോട് പറഞ്ഞു,കാച്ചെണ്ണ തേച്ച് കുളിപ്പിക്കണമെന്ന്!പതുക്കെപ്പതുക്കെ ഞാന്‍ അപ്പൂപ്പനുമായും ആ വീടുമായും അടുത്തു.
ഇവിടെ എന്തെല്ലാം മണങ്ങള്‍ ആണെന്നോ!മഴ പെയ്താല്‍ മണ്ണില്‍ നിന്നും പൊങ്ങുന്ന മണം.ഓരോ മഴക്കും വ്യത്യസ്ത മണമാണ്.കൊയ്ത്തു കഴിഞ്ഞ പാടത്തിന്‍റെ മണം,ചാണകം മെഴുകിയ മുറ്റത്തിന്‍റെ മണം,തുളസിത്തറയുടെ മണം,കാളയെ പൂടുമ്പോള്‍ വയലില്‍ നിന്നും പൊങ്ങുന്ന മണം,കുളത്തിലെ വെള്ളത്തിന്‍റെ,ആമ്പലിന്‍റെ മണം,പൂവാലിപ്പശു പുല്ലു തിന്നുമ്പോഴുള്ള മണം,കേശവേട്ടന്‍ തേങ്ങയിട്ട് ക്ഷീണിച്ച് വരുമ്പോള്‍ ഉണ്ടാകുന്ന കൊതുമ്പിന്‍റെയും മറ്റും പൊടി ഒട്ടിപ്പിടിച്ചിരിക്കുന്ന ദേഹത്തിന്‍റെ വിയര്‍പ്പു മണം....എന്തിന് അമ്മിണിയമ്മക്കുപോലും ഉണ്ട് ഒരു തരം ആകര്‍ഷിക്കുന്ന മണം.
ഞാനെല്ലാ ദിവസവും രാവിലെ എഴുന്നേറ്റ് കുളത്തില്‍ കുളിക്കാന്‍ പോകും.മാവില കൊണ്ട് പല്ല് തേക്കും.താളിയിട്ട് മെഴുക്ക് കളഞ്ഞ മുടി വിടര്‍ത്തിയിട്ട് രാവിലെ അപ്പൂപ്പന്‍റെ കൂടെ പാല്‍കഞ്ഞി കുടിക്കും...അപ്പൂപ്പന് ഒരല്‍പ്പം ദശമൂലാരിഷ്ടവും തരും.ഉച്ചക്ക് നല്ല ഊണും.വാഴയിലയില്‍ വേണമെന്ന് അപ്പൂപ്പന് നിര്‍ബന്ധമാണ്.നല്ല മെഴുക്കുപുരട്ടിയും,സാമ്പാറും,അവിയലും,മുളക് കൊണ്ടാട്ടവും,പപ്പടവും.അപ്പൂപ്പനാണ് ഇലയില്‍ നിന്നു പായസം കുടിക്കന്‍ പഠിപ്പിച്ചത്.അപ്പൂപ്പന്‍റെ മുറിയുടെ മണം എനിക്ക് ഇഷ്ടമായി തുടങ്ങിയിരുന്നു.പതുക്കെ അപ്പൂപ്പന് ആരോഗ്യം വീണ്ടെടുത്തു തുടങ്ങി.എനിക്ക് മലയാളം അക്ഷരങ്ങള്‍ പഠിപ്പിച്ചു തന്നു.എന്തൊരു ബുദ്ധിമുട്ടാണ് ‘അ‘ എന്നെഴുതാന്‍!മലയാളികളെ സമ്മതിക്കണം.റിയലി മലയാളം ഈസ് ഡിഫികല്‍ട്ട്.
അപ്പൂപ്പന് ഉറങ്ങുന്ന സമയം മുഴുവന്‍ ഞാന്‍ പറമ്പിലായിരിക്കും.അമ്മിണിയമ്മയുടെ മകള്‍ പാര്‍വ്വതിയുടെയും മകന്‍ ഉണ്ണിയുടെയും കൂടെ.പാര്‍വ്വതി ശിവന്‍റെ ഭാര്യയാണത്രേ!ഈ വരുന്ന ശിവരാത്രിക്ക് എന്നെ ശിവന്‍റെ അമ്പലത്തില്‍ കൊണ്ടു പോകാമെന്ന് അപ്പൂപ്പന് പറഞ്ഞു.സന്ധ്യക്ക് വിളക്ക് വെക്കണമെന്നും നാമം ജപിക്കണമെന്നും അപ്പൂപ്പന് പറഞ്ഞു.രാമായണവും മഹാഭാരതവും എല്ലാം പറഞ്ഞുതന്നു.
അപ്പൂപ്പന് ഇന്ത്യന്‍ റെയില്‍ വേയില്‍ സ്റ്റേഷന്‍ മാസ്റ്റ്ര്‍ ആയിരുന്നത്രേ!അപ്പൂപ്പന് ജോലി ചെയ്ത സ്റ്റേഷനുകളെക്കുറിച്ചും ധാരാളം പറയാറുണ്ട്.ഹിമസാഗര്‍ അപ്പൂപ്പന്‍റെ പ്രിയപ്പെട്ട ട്രെയിന്‍ ആണത്രേ!അപ്പൂപ്പന് ചെറിയ ഗ്രാമപ്രദേശങ്ങളിലെ സ്റ്റേഷനുകളില്‍ ജോലി ചെയ്യന്‍ ആയിരുന്നത്രേ ഇഷ്ടം.റെയിലുകളില്‍ നിന്നും പ്ലാറ്റ്ഫോമുകളില്‍ നിന്നും പശുക്കളെയും ആട്ടിന്‍ പറ്റത്തേയും ഓടിക്കുകയായിരുന്നത്രേ പ്രധാന പണി!
അടുത്ത ദിവസം ഏട്ടന്‍ വരുന്നു....എന്നെ കൊണ്ടുപോകാന്‍.എനിക്ക് ക്ലാസ് തുടങ്ങുന്നു...അടുത്ത മാസം മുതല്‍...ഏട്ടന്‍ ശരിക്കും ഒരു അമേരിക്കക്കാരനായിരിക്കുന്നു.ഞാന്‍ കറുത്തു എന്നു പറഞ്ഞു.ഈ കറുപ്പിനും ഒരു ഭംഗിയില്ലേ!എന്‍റെ സില്‍ക്കി ബ്ലോണ്ട് ഹെയര്‍ ഇപ്പോള്‍ നല്ലവണ്ണം കറുത്തു തഴച്ചു വളര്‍ന്നിരിക്കുന്നു.എനിക്ക് ബ്ലോണ്ട് ഹെയര്‍ ആണത്രെ നല്ലത്.ഏയ്...ഇതിനും ഒരു ഭംഗിയുണ്ട്.അപ്പൂപ്പന് ഇറങ്ങാന്‍നേരം കെട്ടിപ്പിടിച്ച് നെറ്റിയില്‍ ഒരു ഉമ്മ തന്നു.വായിക്കാന്‍ ഒരു കെട്ട് പുസ്ത്തകങ്ങളും....
ഇപ്പോള്‍ എനിക്ക് ഓരോ മാസവും അപ്പൂപ്പന്‍റെ എഴുത്ത് വരും.അതിന് തീവണ്ടിയുടെ താളമാണ്...മണ്ണിന്‍റെ ഗന്ധമാണ്.ഉണ്ണിമാങ്ങയുടെ രുചിയാണ്.അക്ഷരങ്ങള്‍ക്ക് അമ്മിണിയമ്മയുടെ ഭംഗിയുമാണ്....
അച്ഛനും,ചെറിയച്ഛന്മാരും മത്സരമാണ്...അപ്പൂപ്പനെ തങ്ങളുടെ കൂടെ കൊണ്ടു വരാന്‍...അപ്പോഴാണറിഞ്ഞത് അപ്പൂപ്പന് ഓര്‍മ്മ നഷ്ടപ്പെട്ടെന്ന്....അള്‍ഷിമേഴ്സ് ആണെന്ന്.എങ്ങോട്ടും വരാന്‍ കൂട്ടാക്കുന്നില്ലെന്ന്...
ഈ മാസവും എനിക്ക് എഴുത്ത് കിട്ടി.അപ്പൂപ്പന്‍റെ ഓര്‍മ്മകള്‍ക്കും അപ്പുറത്ത്...ഞാനുണ്ടെന്ന്...ഇനിയും ഒരുപാട് തീവണ്ടിക്കഥകള്‍ പറയാനുണ്ടെന്ന്...കൂട്ടിന് അമ്മൂമ്മയുടെ ഫോട്ടോയും കേശവേട്ടനും,അമ്മിണിയമ്മയും പൂവാലിപ്പശുവും ഇപ്പോള്‍....ഞാനും ഉണ്ടെന്ന്........
ഞാനും ഒരു മറുപടി അയച്ചു.മീരാമേനോന് യൂണിവേഴ്സിറ്റിയില്‍ നിന്നു പുരസ്കാരം ലഭിച്ചെന്നും ഞാനിപ്പോള്‍ കൂട്ടുകാര്‍ക്കിടയില്‍ ഒരു സ്റ്റാര്‍ ആണെന്നും.എന്‍റെ തീസിസ് പബ്ലിഷ് ചെയ്യാന്‍ പോകുന്നു...വിവിധ തരം ഗന്ധങ്ങള്‍,അത് ട്രാന്‍സ്ലേറ്റ് ചെയ്യാന്‍ എനിക്കാവില്ല....കാരണം അതിനിന്നും എന്‍റെ അപ്പൂപ്പന്‍റെ മണം നഷ്ടമായാലോ?!
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Sunday, October 9, 2011
My Richa !!!
Its been always a tough task for me..whenever I was asked to describe about my Richa or our friendship. Sometimes in life, we are left speechless..not because we dont have anything to tell ,but because the whole words used in the world wont be enough to express our love,care and feelings for one particular person...and Richa is one of them! I dont know from where should I start..how we became friends..still we both dont know..it just happened..and its just the way it was...She came in to my life,when I was 8 years old..now its been 17 long years..she has been with me..in all the seasons..no matter..its summer,winter, or raining..she always stood by me..always holding my hand..and never letting me down.She is the one who loved me for what and how I am...she never wanted to change anything in me..perhaps she might be the only person in this whole world..who loves me alot..for the person I am..I was perfect atleast in her eyes..
She has seen my childhood, she has seen my teenage,she is with me in my youth...and I know no matter what..she will be with me till death part us. Someone can be considered the most luckiest person..if she/he has a friend who will stay by you, who can understand you,who will trust you,who will have faith in you..when the whole world is against you,and when the whole world fails to understand you..and without any doubt I can say that I am the luckiest girl in the whole world..because I have you,my Richa!
I owe a lot to you My Richa, For giving me loads n loads of love,for caring me like anything..for understanding me,like none else ever did..and for giving me such a beautiful family..who love me just the way they love you..just the way you love me..I have always felt I am home,whenever I was with you and your family..I had all the freedom, I could ask for at your- no at our home! I could ask anything and everything to our Parents,Grand parents..and our sweet sisters at home!
Richa,
I love you not only for what you are,
But for what I am when I am with you.
I love you not only for what you have made of yourself,
But for what you are making of me.
I love you because you have made more than any creed could have done to make me good
And more than any fate could have done to make me happy.
And you have done all these,by just being yourself..
You have done all these without a touch,without a word and without a sign
Perhaps, that's what being a friend means...
Love you loadsssssss da...and miss you terribly....
Have a Great Birthday My ever dearest Richa! I miss being with you,on your special day..but you know I am always there with you...so Have a blasttt..enjoooy and take care..Happyyyyy Birthdayyyy My Love !!!
She has seen my childhood, she has seen my teenage,she is with me in my youth...and I know no matter what..she will be with me till death part us. Someone can be considered the most luckiest person..if she/he has a friend who will stay by you, who can understand you,who will trust you,who will have faith in you..when the whole world is against you,and when the whole world fails to understand you..and without any doubt I can say that I am the luckiest girl in the whole world..because I have you,my Richa!
I owe a lot to you My Richa, For giving me loads n loads of love,for caring me like anything..for understanding me,like none else ever did..and for giving me such a beautiful family..who love me just the way they love you..just the way you love me..I have always felt I am home,whenever I was with you and your family..I had all the freedom, I could ask for at your- no at our home! I could ask anything and everything to our Parents,Grand parents..and our sweet sisters at home!
Richa,
I love you not only for what you are,
But for what I am when I am with you.
I love you not only for what you have made of yourself,
But for what you are making of me.
I love you because you have made more than any creed could have done to make me good
And more than any fate could have done to make me happy.
And you have done all these,by just being yourself..
You have done all these without a touch,without a word and without a sign
Perhaps, that's what being a friend means...
Love you loadsssssss da...and miss you terribly....
Have a Great Birthday My ever dearest Richa! I miss being with you,on your special day..but you know I am always there with you...so Have a blasttt..enjoooy and take care..Happyyyyy Birthdayyyy My Love !!!
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Human Being-The Most Unpredictable creation of God !!!
I was away from my home,for a week...and those 7 days could make me realize so many things about us!! My Hubby had gone India,for a business trip and he went home also for 3 days n came back after a week. So,as always I was with my sis and family ,in sharjah...this time,my parents were also there..as my sis delivered a baby girl here,on 18th. So naturally I should be happy,should be relaxed.But to my surprise,I was not!! I was with my great parents,my sweet sis and most of all her cute diamonds..and I was busy with her new born baby girl as well..but still I was missing something,was missing someone! I was missing my own little world, I was missing my love...I was missing my favourite music on the radio,was missing my sofa,where I spent all my day,cuddling with my little pillow! was missing my own smallest pleasures...You guyz must be thinking,what's so new about it..its natural..everyone misses all these..yeah everyone does.
I was thinking ,how our priorities keep on changing..there was a time,when all I wanted ,was to be with my parents and siblings..while they were all busy..then at one point of life,all I wanted was to be with my friends...my wolrd was my friends..then after marriage,suddenly my whole world became one single person...everything around seemed so irrelevant within days..Isnt it amazing how our priorities change each day ,and in years passing by? Infact we are becoming more selfish,day by day...atleast in my case,I feel so...my world has become too small..my wishes and dreams has become too small..and I dont like that change at all..I have never wanted to be so..but time has changed me too..
I think Man is the most unpredictable creature made by God Almighty! We cant even guess how someone will respond to same issue,on different point of time!! Priorities keep on changing...Dont know what will be my priority in future :(
I was thinking ,how our priorities keep on changing..there was a time,when all I wanted ,was to be with my parents and siblings..while they were all busy..then at one point of life,all I wanted was to be with my friends...my wolrd was my friends..then after marriage,suddenly my whole world became one single person...everything around seemed so irrelevant within days..Isnt it amazing how our priorities change each day ,and in years passing by? Infact we are becoming more selfish,day by day...atleast in my case,I feel so...my world has become too small..my wishes and dreams has become too small..and I dont like that change at all..I have never wanted to be so..but time has changed me too..
I think Man is the most unpredictable creature made by God Almighty! We cant even guess how someone will respond to same issue,on different point of time!! Priorities keep on changing...Dont know what will be my priority in future :(
Monday, August 22, 2011
For You..., My Pappa !
Till my 4th standard in school,he had a bycycle..on which he used to go to school,and used to take me to school.I am sure,none from our place wont forget that scene..still everyone tells me about that..how he used to take me to school,and how I used to sit on my small seat,which he made specially for me.I used to sit on it,like I was sitting in a Benz car!He used to stich my uniforms,my other frocks etc.I remember..how I used to pursue him to get my uniform stiched,to get my books draped ,to get my time table drawn,to get my science record pictures drawn.I know I was very annoying..but my Pappa never scolded or got upset with me!He always took me to the fancy store,on every Independence day,to get a small flag to fit on my uniform top,before he dropped me in school.
He has always been very kind to the animals and to the falura and fauna around.Thats why we have such a cool place to live in.I remember how we used to keep water in a mud pot,on a tree..so that the birds can quench their thirst,during summer.And we used to sit and observe them..when my mother and siblings used to have an afternoon nap.With my Pappa, I have rescued 3 to 4 snakes..which were caught in the net,which we used to cover up our water tank.May be because all these,I have never been scared of snakes or any kind of such insects etc.In school,I used to have science clubs and all..and I was very active member of all these groups..so during every week we were asked to present some new projects etc,and I was the least bothered among my friends,because I had my Pappa,and they didnt! He always came with some amazing presentations,things etc. I have always wondered ,if my Pappa had given enough education,opportunity etc he would have been a scientist,or atleast an engineer..but during his school days..only thing he could dream about was becoming a teacher..and he is...a great teacher.
During my teenage,as every other girl..I also used to hate boys..during my college days..I think I was becoming a very rebelious feminist..but always ,my Pappa..stood infront of me as an exception.I remember how he used to cook and took care of my Umma,when she was not feeling well.He used to prepare breakfast,lunch etc for me..and then go to school,no wonder why my Umma always says she is blessed to have a husband like my Pappa..Pappa does all the electrical,wiring works at home,and he used to repair almost anything...He learned stiching,wiring,and all such type of works from his friends,when he used to sit with them,after school..in their shops..for tea time chat.My Pappa had or still has solutions for almost all the issues at home..he is very happy if you gift him with a tool box,or any kind of new electronic,electrical devices.
I got the scientific enthusiasm or interest in astronomy from my Pappa,I beleive..during power cuts,we used to sit outside..and Pappa used to describe me about the Milkyway,about the solar eclipse,lunar eclipse,about the commets,about the stars.I remember, oneday,during december I woke up at 4 am in the morning only to see the planet Mars..and I went down to Pappa's bed room..woke him up,and we walked for 15 minutes to reach the bridge,from where we could see the sky,clearer..as our home was surrounded by lots of trees.I can still feel that cool breeze on my face,I had the most amazing scene in my memory,only because I got such a wonderful,supporting Pappa.
My Umma's native is Edappally,Ernakulam district,so we used to go there once in a year,during summer holidays..by train everytime.As soon as we reach the Calicut railway station,I will look at Pappa,and he will smile and take out a one rupee coin..and we will go to the weighing machine,to check my weight..and to get the ticket,on which there will be some fortune written,and I used to make him also weigh to get his ticket !By this time,Umma will be sitting on one of the cement benches on the platform,and reading her favourite magazine.Then me and Pappa will have a walk from one end to the other end of the railway station,and he used to explain me how the train fits on the rails..how they change the engine direction etc.Once we get in to the train,he will keep another 5 rupees note with him,so that he can buy me a cup of coffee from the train,which I loved most about the train journey.Then he used to give me company to go and stand at the door,when Umma used to worry about my safety.
My Pappa,is my epitome of what and how a father should be,how and what a man should be,how and what a husband should be.He has always supported my Umma,always took care of her,always supported us kids,always took care of us,and till now..there is only one person,who I beleive will stand by me,no matter what happens,and who will trust me,when the whole world is against me..and that is my Pappachi.
Pappachi kuttaaaaa,, You are my all time Hero,you are the light of my life,You are the greatest Pappa ever ,and if there is anything good about me,I owe it to you..am the luckiest daughter in the whole world to have a wonderful Pappa like you...Love you alooooooot...more than I can ever express..more than I can ever explain..and you have pampered me alot,you still do,you still wait with one rupee coin at the railway station whenever you come to pick me up from Aluva..Thank God, I cant thank you enough Allah..for giving me such a wonderful father.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Amazing Manaliiii !!!
So,with the fever,vomitting and very weak physical health...we,started off to Kulu- Manali..by road..but sad that I couldnt enjoy the drive,as I was getting weaker..and I vomitted the half apple which I managed to eat as breakfast..and the temperature was raising..but the road to Manali ,kept me going..the scenic beauty of India can take your breath away.We saw the apple trees,the anar trees..and the beautiful,clear river ...on both sides of the road..people were river rafting in between..because of my weak physical condition I missed that opportunity..InshaAllah next time..we could see many army vehicles on our way to Manali..they were troops ,who were going to Leh,Ladakh etc..to protect us , I was thinking how can they fight,in such a freezing weather..how are they surviving even there..the patriotism,the attitude to never give up may be..really felt like saluting each and every soldier of Indian Army.Jai Hind.
We reached Manali,afternoon..the hotel again was beautiful,was located in a great,location too.The view from the room was beautiful..we could see the Himalayas..and I was feeling the cold even :-).Thought will take rest,the rest of the day as I was very weak and was shivering..swallowed 2-3 paracetamol and went to sleep.But the temperature kept on raising,according to my hubby..I was so hot that he couldnt even touch me :p. So we decided to consult a doctor.And we got a cab from hotel itself and the cabby took us to a hospital in the mall road. We went to the emergency section..there were5-6 patients already admitted in the casuality..a nurse came and asked me what happened and all...she checked the temperature,and bp..and said fever is there..101 degree ..then my hubby told her that I am not eating anything..is vomitting even water..and all..by the time the doctor came,a young guy,who looked like Virat Kohli..he was doing his internship I think..anyways he is a junior doctor..he also did the same things..asked me when I got fever..I said almost 4 days back..then he scolded me..and you are coming now..you took any medicine he asked..I said yeah I had some paracetamol etc from the hotel itself..he was laughing..and told the nurse..achcha tho abhi hotel wala bhi treatment shuru kiya..tho hum kya karenge idhar !He advised me to have proper food..to take rest..to keep away from cold..and he prescribed me an injection..and a box full of tablets...I was so weak to speak..otherwise I could have asked him if he wants me to have have only these tablets..then we went back to the hotel.after the injection..as soon as we reached hotel..Manu started to try to make me eat something..and after a long speech and all he made me eat an apple..and the tablets. But within 15 minutes I vomitted the apple and tablets..so the rest of the night I went on eating something n vomitting it.
But all these things didnt stop us from exploring Manali. We decided to visit Rohtang Pass..where there will be snow round the year..and we were told that we can try ice skeing there..so we went to one of the many outlets on the streets..on the way to Rohtang pass. We rented out the skeing suits,boots, etc from there..and an instructor also came with us. Our driver took us to the highest point where he can take the car,from there we were asked to ride on a horse to reach the place. My hubby,the instructor and the Horse care taker made me sit on the horse,somehow..my horse was a huge one..white in colour..I really admired him,when we started our journey uphil.Only horses can climb up the hill I felt..we were given instruction how to bend down when we are climbing up and how to stay back firm when we are climbing down. But we couldnt reach Rohtang Pass,the Kashmir border,because the roads were closed beacause of the bad climate,it rained there in Manali too..and the roads were blocked because of land slides and heavy snow. But I strongly suggest that all of you guyz should visit Manali once in a life time..the scenic beauty is breath taking man..I could only whisper myself Masha Allah..Subhanallah..where else can be the paradise on earth..so green,so beautiful.so pure..so stunning...
And we reached the snow point after a tough 1 hour horse ride. The snow was dirty,because of the rain..we couldnt recognize it is snow actually..I was wondering why people are skeing in the mud :p. when we stepped in,then only I understood its snow.Though the I nstructor asked me to give it a try I was not that daring at that particular time. I was struggling to stand up even..and he was asking me to try skeing..at some point I was even breathless..and I didnt disappoint the snow point ..I vomitted there also :p. Our instructor was a good photographer too. he took some lovely snaps for us..he managed to get a piece of ice from somewhere..to pose..so that we can convince you guyz,it was actually snow..and we really visitted the snow point !
After many attempts, hubby succeeded in skeing..and I was worried about the photographs which I managed to took..I have to make him and the others convince that he was actually skeing..and that was a tough task indeed,as I am very bad in photography.I was feeling very hungry after 4 days...and there were shops which served hot maggie..we ordered hot maggies and ate..it tasted really good..to have hot maggie in such freezing weather..wow..it was superb. We spent almost 3 hours there..then we went back to the place where our car was parked. My horse was doing a great job..my admiration for horses was increasing day by day. We got in to the car..and drove back..to hotel..in between we stopped the car..to see the apple trees..and hubby took some snaps as well. By the time we reached back hotel,I was again weak and shivering..so again we went to the hospital..to ask the doctor whether I should need a saline injection..as I was not able to eat anything.But the doctor said,it will take almost 8 hours and they will have to admit me there..we have to start our journey next day early morning to Chandigarh..so we came back..with the same medicines. Next day morning..to Chandigarh..we had to climb down the whole Himachal Pradesh..to reach Punjab. The drive,to be honest was terrific..may be because I was very weak...otherwise I could have enjoyed the trip. Our driver ,who was with us thorughout the trip,Ashok dropped us at Chandigarh airport. Chandigarh is a very nice,clean,well maintained city,I must say. We waited for our flight to Mumbai..now 3 days more in Mumbai..then again back to Dubai..really wished those 3 days never come to an end.
We reached Manali,afternoon..the hotel again was beautiful,was located in a great,location too.The view from the room was beautiful..we could see the Himalayas..and I was feeling the cold even :-).Thought will take rest,the rest of the day as I was very weak and was shivering..swallowed 2-3 paracetamol and went to sleep.But the temperature kept on raising,according to my hubby..I was so hot that he couldnt even touch me :p. So we decided to consult a doctor.And we got a cab from hotel itself and the cabby took us to a hospital in the mall road. We went to the emergency section..there were5-6 patients already admitted in the casuality..a nurse came and asked me what happened and all...she checked the temperature,and bp..and said fever is there..101 degree ..then my hubby told her that I am not eating anything..is vomitting even water..and all..by the time the doctor came,a young guy,who looked like Virat Kohli..he was doing his internship I think..anyways he is a junior doctor..he also did the same things..asked me when I got fever..I said almost 4 days back..then he scolded me..and you are coming now..you took any medicine he asked..I said yeah I had some paracetamol etc from the hotel itself..he was laughing..and told the nurse..achcha tho abhi hotel wala bhi treatment shuru kiya..tho hum kya karenge idhar !He advised me to have proper food..to take rest..to keep away from cold..and he prescribed me an injection..and a box full of tablets...I was so weak to speak..otherwise I could have asked him if he wants me to have have only these tablets..then we went back to the hotel.after the injection..as soon as we reached hotel..Manu started to try to make me eat something..and after a long speech and all he made me eat an apple..and the tablets. But within 15 minutes I vomitted the apple and tablets..so the rest of the night I went on eating something n vomitting it.
But all these things didnt stop us from exploring Manali. We decided to visit Rohtang Pass..where there will be snow round the year..and we were told that we can try ice skeing there..so we went to one of the many outlets on the streets..on the way to Rohtang pass. We rented out the skeing suits,boots, etc from there..and an instructor also came with us. Our driver took us to the highest point where he can take the car,from there we were asked to ride on a horse to reach the place. My hubby,the instructor and the Horse care taker made me sit on the horse,somehow..my horse was a huge one..white in colour..I really admired him,when we started our journey uphil.Only horses can climb up the hill I felt..we were given instruction how to bend down when we are climbing up and how to stay back firm when we are climbing down. But we couldnt reach Rohtang Pass,the Kashmir border,because the roads were closed beacause of the bad climate,it rained there in Manali too..and the roads were blocked because of land slides and heavy snow. But I strongly suggest that all of you guyz should visit Manali once in a life time..the scenic beauty is breath taking man..I could only whisper myself Masha Allah..Subhanallah..where else can be the paradise on earth..so green,so beautiful.so pure..so stunning...
And we reached the snow point after a tough 1 hour horse ride. The snow was dirty,because of the rain..we couldnt recognize it is snow actually..I was wondering why people are skeing in the mud :p. when we stepped in,then only I understood its snow.Though the I nstructor asked me to give it a try I was not that daring at that particular time. I was struggling to stand up even..and he was asking me to try skeing..at some point I was even breathless..and I didnt disappoint the snow point ..I vomitted there also :p. Our instructor was a good photographer too. he took some lovely snaps for us..he managed to get a piece of ice from somewhere..to pose..so that we can convince you guyz,it was actually snow..and we really visitted the snow point !
Sunday, August 14, 2011
On This Independence Day !
What is Independence day for us? A holiday,a day to go to school only to get sweets,to stand in an assembly,and always listening to the same stories about Gandhiji, Nehru, Bhagat Singh and other famous freedom fighters..and if you are a member of scouts and guides / NCC..a day to wear your uniform and have a marchpast..to pay a salute to the Indian flag..and to return home with all the sweets collected from everywhere to watch the Independence day special movie on television. Well, that was Independence day for me :p because I have never known what is Independence.. I can only guess how India was before independence..today I have every freedom in my country,anyone can sit and go on a hunger strike,and the police will give protection, anyone can pop in to anyone's personal life if you belong to a channel..or if you are a media person..we have the freedom to speak out,the freedom to write anything,the freedom to travel around,the freedom to live..and we dont know how it feels to be in chains..
I know India is a corrupt country,but who made it so..can anyone of you swear that you wont bribe anyone for your things to get done..we all do that..we all do want things to happen so fast and the easy way.we only made India corrupt,we only started bribing them..and now we cant stop it ,one fine day..It will take time..a new corrupt free generation has to raise..who love their country,who wants India to fly in high colours, who wont hesitate to join politics,army,civil services etc..only to serve our country.If you cannot do anything to change our country,you cant blame it on India..India is our motherland..she gave birth to us..its her children who is making her corrupt..and the crowd includes you and me too. I would like to join politics,civil service,or army to serve India..but I know its difficult to make India,corruption free so fast. India really needs a crowd who is really patriotic..who is proud to be an Indian,inspite of all her drawbacks..and who is willing to change it. No country is perfect,we have to make it perfect. India is really incredible..its such a huge country ,with a very high population,with many languages,many cultures,many traditions,many relegions,many casts,and the landscape even is changing from state to state. Still we are one..thats our power,thats our strength, unity in diversity..Am an Indian first..no matter whether I am from Kerala,no matter whether I am a Hindu,Muslim or christian or belong to any other relegion..dont matter whether I am black or white..am an Indian first..and I am proud to be one.
So,before complaining about our lovely country,please remember that whatever and however it is..she is our mother..and its our responsibilty to make her better..to make her corruption free etc.And we have never known how it feels to live in a country,which is ours but is ruled by someone else..we are lucky enough to be born and brought up in an independent India..cherish it..and please pay tribute to those soldiers who have lost their lives to protect us..pay a salute to each and every freedom fighter who fought till death to gain us freedom...so for me,Independece day is not another holiday anymore..its not a day to get sweets and to watch special movies anymore..I am happy that India is free and I am proud to be an Indian!
But inspite of all these..am damn sure you will get a patriotic feel when you see our flag raising and flying in the air..and when you hear our national anthem..indeed SARE JAHAN SE ACHCHA,HINDUSTHAN HAMARA !
I know India is a corrupt country,but who made it so..can anyone of you swear that you wont bribe anyone for your things to get done..we all do that..we all do want things to happen so fast and the easy way.we only made India corrupt,we only started bribing them..and now we cant stop it ,one fine day..It will take time..a new corrupt free generation has to raise..who love their country,who wants India to fly in high colours, who wont hesitate to join politics,army,civil services etc..only to serve our country.If you cannot do anything to change our country,you cant blame it on India..India is our motherland..she gave birth to us..its her children who is making her corrupt..and the crowd includes you and me too. I would like to join politics,civil service,or army to serve India..but I know its difficult to make India,corruption free so fast. India really needs a crowd who is really patriotic..who is proud to be an Indian,inspite of all her drawbacks..and who is willing to change it. No country is perfect,we have to make it perfect. India is really incredible..its such a huge country ,with a very high population,with many languages,many cultures,many traditions,many relegions,many casts,and the landscape even is changing from state to state. Still we are one..thats our power,thats our strength, unity in diversity..Am an Indian first..no matter whether I am from Kerala,no matter whether I am a Hindu,Muslim or christian or belong to any other relegion..dont matter whether I am black or white..am an Indian first..and I am proud to be one.
So,before complaining about our lovely country,please remember that whatever and however it is..she is our mother..and its our responsibilty to make her better..to make her corruption free etc.And we have never known how it feels to live in a country,which is ours but is ruled by someone else..we are lucky enough to be born and brought up in an independent India..cherish it..and please pay tribute to those soldiers who have lost their lives to protect us..pay a salute to each and every freedom fighter who fought till death to gain us freedom...so for me,Independece day is not another holiday anymore..its not a day to get sweets and to watch special movies anymore..I am happy that India is free and I am proud to be an Indian!
But inspite of all these..am damn sure you will get a patriotic feel when you see our flag raising and flying in the air..and when you hear our national anthem..indeed SARE JAHAN SE ACHCHA,HINDUSTHAN HAMARA !
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