In Vizag I was three years old, we used to have Nawab, a muslim constable as an attender at home, specially to take care of me. I was his real pet, he used to take care of me very well, I still remember him so much for I used to call him Naabu, he used to bring the smallest bottles of Aththar, sweet scent bottles for my dad. Once he took me to the photo studio and took a photo of me, on a wooden horse, that photo is still with me now. later when i get older, and when i got the job as Lecturer in Eluru, i went to Rajahmundry to see Nawab in his police quarters. He became so old, and still remember me. In those days, the police departments was under the purview of the Britishers, still, we used to stay in a Big bungalow, my father was Police Sub Inspector then, they used to call him as Sargent, In those days they used to wear short khaki knickers as pants and one constable used to come early morning to help my dad to dress for the morning marching in the police parade ground. The whole ground was green pastured in those days, with white wo.oden fencing, around the house. The same sort of fencing now I see in America. We bought a small iron machine from the Britishers which is a minute size of the machines where in we keep rice or wheat, or coffee seeds to make Ravva, or flour by fixing the machine to the door. That machine is still we us. though we are not using it now thereby it got rusted. I used to pose as the top actress Anjali Devi of those days, and say to my dad, "Nanna, i am anjali devi, and used to dance with the song in anarkali " Jeevithame safalamu." and another song, " konda meedha kokkirai, kaalu jaari kuli poye, kokko kokko." we used to go to cine hall and sit in reserved boxes to see the cinema. when I get sleep my dad used to take me out for some air, or rub his two palms so hard and make them warm and put them on my eye lids, to evade the sleep. This much only I remember in my three years old
Thursday, September 29, 2011
28th Sept,11 -Day 1(b)( His Blood)
I was praying for the healing of my sever back ach and pain in the toes, legs, knees and finger joints, etc, I got sever viral fever and was bed ridden for a month , last September, since then I suffered so much as my mobility was completely restricted to limited places.
so while I was praying the Lord to heal me completely, and claiming His blood over my achs and pains. Suddenly I realized, that How easily I am asking my Saviour to pour His blood on me, its blood, the blood He shed with great suffering, He healed me so many times in the past, when I was sick, with jaundice He healed me over night after three months of my stay on the death bed. He was there every time I called upon His name to heal me for every ailment of mine and my children and my family and for my loved ones. I just claim His blood, not thinking much of His suffering, even when I think of it, it would be a separate entity. May be when I was thinking and taking the Holy communion, the other times I just take it granted to believe in His blood .. in all my sufferings. He sheds His blood, so that I can be healed, how much I owe to Him. If any of my friend suffer a little for my sake I try to be grateful to him so much for the trouble he has taken, How much more should I be grateful to Him for all the victories He is giving to me through His blood. Yes I beleive His blood would heal me , His blood, His sacrificial blood for me.
so while I was praying the Lord to heal me completely, and claiming His blood over my achs and pains. Suddenly I realized, that How easily I am asking my Saviour to pour His blood on me, its blood, the blood He shed with great suffering, He healed me so many times in the past, when I was sick, with jaundice He healed me over night after three months of my stay on the death bed. He was there every time I called upon His name to heal me for every ailment of mine and my children and my family and for my loved ones. I just claim His blood, not thinking much of His suffering, even when I think of it, it would be a separate entity. May be when I was thinking and taking the Holy communion, the other times I just take it granted to believe in His blood .. in all my sufferings. He sheds His blood, so that I can be healed, how much I owe to Him. If any of my friend suffer a little for my sake I try to be grateful to him so much for the trouble he has taken, How much more should I be grateful to Him for all the victories He is giving to me through His blood. Yes I beleive His blood would heal me , His blood, His sacrificial blood for me.
Indelible prints in childhood
We used to think that we can say anything to the children, because they do not understand anything. some times some people mistreat little children when their parents are not around or scold them and beat them/ But remember everything that they see and hear will be imprinted in their little minds. When my mom was in the hospital for her delivery of Pedda Baby and Chinna baby, one other aunty by name Shantha used to come and stay with us to help in household course. One day while giving bath to me she pinched me on my stomoch , I was only 4 years old then, but I did not like the way she treated me, and never I made friendship with her all through my life till I attained 18years, when I went to her house once, and then she took care of me very well then only I started to like her. Till then I avoided her so much. The angels of the little children all ways look into the face of the Father, thus saith Our Lord, Jesus Christ. If we hurt them God will take revenge on us. Our children used to have a school Drill master, he used to beat the little children so severely, once my daughter told me that in the picnic when his Telugu novel was not found he made all those 7 year old children to stand in the blazing sun for hours together. Nobody dared to to question him because he had such a big mouth he shouts at any one. One day we suddenly heard that he got a stoke in the play ground and fall on the floor. Since then he was crippled and could not do his job till he died after 8 or 10 years. Even this aunty was not blessed with children, she suffered so much but at last she came to know of God , and realized her mistakes . I all ways believe that the little children are the sign of God to me, They come and cheer me up in unexpected places and in unexpected ways. I am not saying that God will punish all the people who mistreat children, but I am sure this one thing God would not tolerate because He loves children much more than any one. When He was on this earth, He hugged them, blessed them, and said only unless we become like those children we would not enter His kingdom. Children loved Him so much, and they were the one who praised Him on palm Sunday before he entered into Jerusalem for the last passover.
Games and playing in childhood.
2013// Today I went out for a walk along with Jessica, it was hardly five or six houses away, but we had a lot of fun while walking.
she talks non-stop tells me everything as if I am a little kid, I feel its nice to be treated as a kid sometimes, wah, she was telling me that I should not walk on the road but only on the foot path, for which i exclaimed and pretended as if I come to know of that new piece of information just then.
She cautioned me not to walk near the water holes, and I should be very careful there. later she picked a number of acorns telling me that she would like to plant them and see how they grow into a tree.
I told her she better take a little seed and plant and see how it grows. The acorns were in the dried up flowers, so she was so excited to see them, saying that she never knew that the acorns will be in the flowers like that. we had a nice inspection of different flowers all through the foot path,
I told her we used to play with marbles the play named "Gachchangayalu" and showed her how I could play the same game with the acorns.
she was astonished the way i played by throwing an acorn into the air and picking another one from the table and also catching the acorn in the air at the same time.
I told her we used to play the same game with tamarind seeds, and with nice stones, and also marbles and with gray colour seeds which just look like acorns in our area.
She was so happy to know that and asked me whether i was playing that game with my dad, i told her ,no it was was with my friends.
It was really nice to recollect all those old childhood plays once again and playing them with my grand child.
We also used play a game called Dhadi, where we used to make chekers on the ground, with a chalk piece, if it is in the sand we used to make the pattern of the game with our feet. we have to jump and play that game all the time. It was the most wonderful game.
and another game Ashtachemma, and also dhadi sitting on the floor. we used to play hours together, and another game called Vaikunta pali, that is the present day "Ladder and snakes" game like.
We used to play carems, cards, and dhagudu muthalu,
and many others. I used to have a lot of clothe pieces for my toys. Most of the time the we were making them of with the palm tree leaf, or some times wood toys too, we used to have one male and female toy we used to dress them differently with the clothes we have and perform marriages to them.. and used to bring some rice and cook on a three stone oven. without the knowledge of our parents.
I learned to prepare kites and so me and my friend Manorama used to fly them and enjoy a lot. me and my another friend Sobha used to have a lot of fun on summer afternoons, when elders were taking rest in the home we both used to sneek out and throw little stones at the palm trees and get nice tasty ripened Eetha kayalu. and chinthakayalu, and seema chintha kayalu.
These trees are in and around our compound. some times we used to make paper boats and see them how they travel in the puddles of the rain water in front of our house.
Once when I was in my fifth class I read a story book , in fact I was reading books right from my 4th classon wards, like chandamama, and many story books which were braought by guests to our home. those stories were about the Bhoja raju kadhalu, and Bethala kadhalu, every month we used to get chandamama to home, in one of the story book i read one of the prince became a stone and could not move, then another princess found him as a stone and she cut her finger and poured that blood on the statue of the prince and he became alive.
This i liked very much and I thought it was true, so I took my toy prince and pricked my little finger with a needle and rubbed that blood on it. Alas nothing happened, I was really really disappointed .
In our school we used to have a lot of green ground, so we used to roll on over it make our clothes so dirty. we used to play Sthambala aata too. On our way home from school there was a tall tree with white flowers with a long tail , we used to pick them in our frocks, and we used to make long garlands, by plaits of those tails, we used to call them Thokamalli puvvulu. My mom used to take the seeds of pumpkin and rub kachchika podi and spread them on cheta, and dry them on the top of the roof, after two days, we used to sit and open those seeds and eat the inside pappu, it was so tasty.
Life was full of mysteries, we used to make fans with palm leaves and run on the streets so that they can whirl round and round.
Later I learned cycling, in our town Machilipatnam., only me and daughter of the District judge used to cyle to school, The judges bungalow was in three acres of land, whereas ours was in half an acre only, she was such a beautiful girl, we both studied in Lady yampthil school in Bandar, another name for machilipatnam.
Real play time I had had when I was in the 4th class on wards to 9th class, i.e., from 9 years to 13 years of age.
we used to play many other games like Chemma Chekka, oppula kuppa voyyari bhama, vaana vaana vallappa, gudi gudi gunjam, kaalla gajji ,dhadi ashtachemmata, carems, cards, collecting guru ginjalu, so on and so forth. and even once i made dung cakes along with my friend shoba to put them on muggulu in front of our house. We used to wake up early in the morning and wait for the cows to cross over our ground, and waiting for the dung of them we both used to run to them and bring them to make small balls and keep them on the muggu we made in front of our house with some flowers on them. and in the evening we used to take them and hit them on a wall , and make a hole in between them. later when they were dried, we used to make them into a dung garland to burn them to a special festival called Bhogi,
she talks non-stop tells me everything as if I am a little kid, I feel its nice to be treated as a kid sometimes, wah, she was telling me that I should not walk on the road but only on the foot path, for which i exclaimed and pretended as if I come to know of that new piece of information just then.
She cautioned me not to walk near the water holes, and I should be very careful there. later she picked a number of acorns telling me that she would like to plant them and see how they grow into a tree.
I told her she better take a little seed and plant and see how it grows. The acorns were in the dried up flowers, so she was so excited to see them, saying that she never knew that the acorns will be in the flowers like that. we had a nice inspection of different flowers all through the foot path,
I told her we used to play with marbles the play named "Gachchangayalu" and showed her how I could play the same game with the acorns.
she was astonished the way i played by throwing an acorn into the air and picking another one from the table and also catching the acorn in the air at the same time.
I told her we used to play the same game with tamarind seeds, and with nice stones, and also marbles and with gray colour seeds which just look like acorns in our area.
She was so happy to know that and asked me whether i was playing that game with my dad, i told her ,no it was was with my friends.
It was really nice to recollect all those old childhood plays once again and playing them with my grand child.
We also used play a game called Dhadi, where we used to make chekers on the ground, with a chalk piece, if it is in the sand we used to make the pattern of the game with our feet. we have to jump and play that game all the time. It was the most wonderful game.
and another game Ashtachemma, and also dhadi sitting on the floor. we used to play hours together, and another game called Vaikunta pali, that is the present day "Ladder and snakes" game like.
We used to play carems, cards, and dhagudu muthalu,
and many others. I used to have a lot of clothe pieces for my toys. Most of the time the we were making them of with the palm tree leaf, or some times wood toys too, we used to have one male and female toy we used to dress them differently with the clothes we have and perform marriages to them.. and used to bring some rice and cook on a three stone oven. without the knowledge of our parents.
I learned to prepare kites and so me and my friend Manorama used to fly them and enjoy a lot. me and my another friend Sobha used to have a lot of fun on summer afternoons, when elders were taking rest in the home we both used to sneek out and throw little stones at the palm trees and get nice tasty ripened Eetha kayalu. and chinthakayalu, and seema chintha kayalu.
These trees are in and around our compound. some times we used to make paper boats and see them how they travel in the puddles of the rain water in front of our house.
Once when I was in my fifth class I read a story book , in fact I was reading books right from my 4th classon wards, like chandamama, and many story books which were braought by guests to our home. those stories were about the Bhoja raju kadhalu, and Bethala kadhalu, every month we used to get chandamama to home, in one of the story book i read one of the prince became a stone and could not move, then another princess found him as a stone and she cut her finger and poured that blood on the statue of the prince and he became alive.
This i liked very much and I thought it was true, so I took my toy prince and pricked my little finger with a needle and rubbed that blood on it. Alas nothing happened, I was really really disappointed .
In our school we used to have a lot of green ground, so we used to roll on over it make our clothes so dirty. we used to play Sthambala aata too. On our way home from school there was a tall tree with white flowers with a long tail , we used to pick them in our frocks, and we used to make long garlands, by plaits of those tails, we used to call them Thokamalli puvvulu. My mom used to take the seeds of pumpkin and rub kachchika podi and spread them on cheta, and dry them on the top of the roof, after two days, we used to sit and open those seeds and eat the inside pappu, it was so tasty.
Life was full of mysteries, we used to make fans with palm leaves and run on the streets so that they can whirl round and round.
Later I learned cycling, in our town Machilipatnam., only me and daughter of the District judge used to cyle to school, The judges bungalow was in three acres of land, whereas ours was in half an acre only, she was such a beautiful girl, we both studied in Lady yampthil school in Bandar, another name for machilipatnam.
Real play time I had had when I was in the 4th class on wards to 9th class, i.e., from 9 years to 13 years of age.
we used to play many other games like Chemma Chekka, oppula kuppa voyyari bhama, vaana vaana vallappa, gudi gudi gunjam, kaalla gajji ,dhadi ashtachemmata, carems, cards, collecting guru ginjalu, so on and so forth. and even once i made dung cakes along with my friend shoba to put them on muggulu in front of our house. We used to wake up early in the morning and wait for the cows to cross over our ground, and waiting for the dung of them we both used to run to them and bring them to make small balls and keep them on the muggu we made in front of our house with some flowers on them. and in the evening we used to take them and hit them on a wall , and make a hole in between them. later when they were dried, we used to make them into a dung garland to burn them to a special festival called Bhogi,
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
28th Sept,11 -Day 1(a)
I know that I have to pray that the Lord is Lord of all, my resources, my life, my everything belong to Him. i used to give Him even the 10th of my time, and thus acknowledging Him over my 24 hours of the day too. I used to preach/advice others about this concept of acknowledging Him as the Lord of each life. But lately I became so engrossed over the trivial foolish things of the world, and started to feel that ' My time is mine, I can get up at any time, I can go to sleep any time, I can relax at any time, I can eat at any time, do my hobbies at any time." Though it is true and look like very harmless, outwardly, suddenly I realized that there is that egoistic word,"I" is overlapping all my thinking. "I, I, I, I"
the I concept which ruined the life of the King Nebuchadnezzar, in the chapter 4 of Daniel, verses 28 to 33--- the king said " Is it not this the great Babylon I have built as the royal residence, by my mighty power and for the glory of my majesty?" I have built, my mighty power, of my majesty... And he was driven away from people and ate grass like cattle. oh I know there was confusion in the mind of the king, because he was thinking that he was the ruler of his life. ---Oh what i am doing now, I am thinking that my time, my life, my earnings, my time ... my time. Oh no i cannot have power over my time. any more. I should give 10th of 24 hours to Him. It belongs to Him not to me. In that case what I have to do, I have to spend that time with Him. He needs to be worshipped, He needs our love, our companionship, our stay with Him, after all we spend time with our family members, our friends to improve our relationship with them, Otherwise any human relationship is wasted in long course of time. so is with our Lord, I must be with Him and do what He wants me to do. Is it a new revelation for me, na, no, na, I knew it with my mind all these years, and I used to give Him that because I need to , but not with love, it was a duty for me, but now its my love for Him, God is love and how much love i get from Him and how much love I could give to Him.. let me learn of this at His feet alone.
the I concept which ruined the life of the King Nebuchadnezzar, in the chapter 4 of Daniel, verses 28 to 33--- the king said " Is it not this the great Babylon I have built as the royal residence, by my mighty power and for the glory of my majesty?" I have built, my mighty power, of my majesty... And he was driven away from people and ate grass like cattle. oh I know there was confusion in the mind of the king, because he was thinking that he was the ruler of his life. ---Oh what i am doing now, I am thinking that my time, my life, my earnings, my time ... my time. Oh no i cannot have power over my time. any more. I should give 10th of 24 hours to Him. It belongs to Him not to me. In that case what I have to do, I have to spend that time with Him. He needs to be worshipped, He needs our love, our companionship, our stay with Him, after all we spend time with our family members, our friends to improve our relationship with them, Otherwise any human relationship is wasted in long course of time. so is with our Lord, I must be with Him and do what He wants me to do. Is it a new revelation for me, na, no, na, I knew it with my mind all these years, and I used to give Him that because I need to , but not with love, it was a duty for me, but now its my love for Him, God is love and how much love i get from Him and how much love I could give to Him.. let me learn of this at His feet alone.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Teach your child ..
Coming back to Guntur, at the age of 4 years , I have a very vivid incident in my memory, It was the time that my mom beat me with coconut broom sticks. As I was very fondly child to my parents, I used to show authority over the constables who work in our home, and the servants who help my mom. My mom used to teach me all good manners etc, she never allowed me to use foul language at all. She particularity told me that i should not show authority over the workers in the home or use any bad language. I do not know where i picked up a foul word, but once I used it on the servant in the home. When my mom heard it, she came with the broom stick and gave me left and right with it. I cried and cried aloud, but without mercy she punished me, that was the only incident i remember that my mom beat me at all. But it was very good punishment for me because I never used that foul word in my life again.
there were little boys and girls in our street, and mom never allowed me to go out into the street to play with them. But without her knowledge I used to go out, may be when she was taking siesta, and used to play with them the game named Bachcha.. a game where we used to pile the cigar pack covers and hit them with a flat stone from distance. wow it was a thrilling game for me, I used to play with them. and get scoldings from mom for spoiling my dress with dust.
My dad used to have all gadgets of entertainment in our home. Like we used to have a very BIG gramaphone, I used to sit near it and observe the picture on the records, a dog and a speaker, with words, my Master's voice. My dad told me those words and meaning. We used to have a very Big radio too. And my dad got an extension for it with small speaker box, into the kitchen, where my mom can listen to the radio while cooking, this extension box was so fascinating to me, some times i used to beg my dad to give me that box to keep it in my lap. I wondered how it can speak like that. One day I mad my dad to open it to see whether there were men inside, when i saw some small wires and nodules, i thought those must be the little men in side the box who are talking out.
I used to spend hours together keeping the box in my lap.
My dad bought Nail cutter, and it was great fun to me , as my dad himself used to cut my nails and colour them some times. My mom was very much against me having nail polish and lip stick, but I loved my dad for he was the one who used to bring all those things for me. He used to buy the best dresses for me, like silk skirts, and red and green velvet blouses, and two finger rings with red and green stones, and nice gold chain etc, Once we had a photo me sitting in between two chairs leaning on my dad, he kept his hand on my shoulder and talking to the photographer, he was just feeling the velvet blouse of mine while he was talking, and i felt so cozy, and i did not move an inch , lest he may take away that hand from my shoulder, u can see that picture and can see me how obediently i sat there, enjoying the warmth of my dad's love.
Once dad wanted to have my photo so he called the photographer, you know in those days the photo was taken with much pomp and glory, we used to get ready atleast for an hour, choosing the dress, ornaments, etc. Even the photographer used to take lot of time to set his equipment to take one photo. Ultimately every thing was ready and I was asked to stand on a stool, my mom tied my hair into two plaits with red ribbons, and dressed me with wheat colour silk flowery disigned skirt and blouse. When i stood there I was much fascinated by the spects of the photographer, and i wanted them immediatly, However my parents and the photo grapher tried to convince me not to ask them, I did not listen to them it seems, and my mom told me later that they asked the photo grapher to take me a little bit fatty as i was too thin to look at. I do not know was it possible in those days, but it seems i am chubby in that photo
My mom was joined in Khuglar's hospital in Guntur for the delivery of my younger sister, whom we called her Baby, she was a premature baby, born in 7th month, When I was taken to the hospital, to see my mom and sister, there were two nurses namely Leela and Rani, who took me to the room where my mom was there. She was laing on a very white bed with white clothes. the baby was kept near her in an incubator. Mom told the nurses, "Leela may be afraid to see the baby, do not show her" But any way i managed to look into the incubator, and there lies a little one very very thin , in the white cotton folds, and with a electric bulb on top of her. Later i heard my mom telling her friends, that the baby was born after cutting her stomach, and they used to ask her to show it, she used to show the stitches on her stomach and they used to show their astonishment by saying " oh my cutting the stomach and taking the baby, it is a wonder." Then my mom used to describe the baby, when she was born she was like a little mouse, with thread like fingers, and big head and small body, the foreign doctors told dad that the baby cannot survive so leave the the child in the hospital and take mom home. But dad said," No i will take the baby and take care of her in the Incubator at home. I will not leave my baby here in the hospital." so he arranged a room for her with incubator, friends of mom and dad used to come to see the baby tip toed and used to see the baby from distance, and go. Because often they used to say that i will be afraid to see the baby in the hospital, even though i was not really afraid to see her, i pretended that i was afraid and hid my face in the shoulder of the nurse who took me there. and all of them said, " see see, she is afraid and took me out of the rrom. though i did not like to to go out, i had to go out because i pretended taht i was afraid. Funny. Later in the room Dad brought VAttivrellu and hung them all over the room to give a cool climate in the room. he used to wet those root curtains with water for coolness of the room. My dad used to take me into his lap and teach me many things, especially English language. He used to bring books for me with A B C letters and pictures. I still remember the letter C and cup B and the bun. I used to have a very big doll which i never leave anywhere.
there were little boys and girls in our street, and mom never allowed me to go out into the street to play with them. But without her knowledge I used to go out, may be when she was taking siesta, and used to play with them the game named Bachcha.. a game where we used to pile the cigar pack covers and hit them with a flat stone from distance. wow it was a thrilling game for me, I used to play with them. and get scoldings from mom for spoiling my dress with dust.
My dad used to have all gadgets of entertainment in our home. Like we used to have a very BIG gramaphone, I used to sit near it and observe the picture on the records, a dog and a speaker, with words, my Master's voice. My dad told me those words and meaning. We used to have a very Big radio too. And my dad got an extension for it with small speaker box, into the kitchen, where my mom can listen to the radio while cooking, this extension box was so fascinating to me, some times i used to beg my dad to give me that box to keep it in my lap. I wondered how it can speak like that. One day I mad my dad to open it to see whether there were men inside, when i saw some small wires and nodules, i thought those must be the little men in side the box who are talking out.
I used to spend hours together keeping the box in my lap.
My dad bought Nail cutter, and it was great fun to me , as my dad himself used to cut my nails and colour them some times. My mom was very much against me having nail polish and lip stick, but I loved my dad for he was the one who used to bring all those things for me. He used to buy the best dresses for me, like silk skirts, and red and green velvet blouses, and two finger rings with red and green stones, and nice gold chain etc, Once we had a photo me sitting in between two chairs leaning on my dad, he kept his hand on my shoulder and talking to the photographer, he was just feeling the velvet blouse of mine while he was talking, and i felt so cozy, and i did not move an inch , lest he may take away that hand from my shoulder, u can see that picture and can see me how obediently i sat there, enjoying the warmth of my dad's love.
Once dad wanted to have my photo so he called the photographer, you know in those days the photo was taken with much pomp and glory, we used to get ready atleast for an hour, choosing the dress, ornaments, etc. Even the photographer used to take lot of time to set his equipment to take one photo. Ultimately every thing was ready and I was asked to stand on a stool, my mom tied my hair into two plaits with red ribbons, and dressed me with wheat colour silk flowery disigned skirt and blouse. When i stood there I was much fascinated by the spects of the photographer, and i wanted them immediatly, However my parents and the photo grapher tried to convince me not to ask them, I did not listen to them it seems, and my mom told me later that they asked the photo grapher to take me a little bit fatty as i was too thin to look at. I do not know was it possible in those days, but it seems i am chubby in that photo
My mom was joined in Khuglar's hospital in Guntur for the delivery of my younger sister, whom we called her Baby, she was a premature baby, born in 7th month, When I was taken to the hospital, to see my mom and sister, there were two nurses namely Leela and Rani, who took me to the room where my mom was there. She was laing on a very white bed with white clothes. the baby was kept near her in an incubator. Mom told the nurses, "Leela may be afraid to see the baby, do not show her" But any way i managed to look into the incubator, and there lies a little one very very thin , in the white cotton folds, and with a electric bulb on top of her. Later i heard my mom telling her friends, that the baby was born after cutting her stomach, and they used to ask her to show it, she used to show the stitches on her stomach and they used to show their astonishment by saying " oh my cutting the stomach and taking the baby, it is a wonder." Then my mom used to describe the baby, when she was born she was like a little mouse, with thread like fingers, and big head and small body, the foreign doctors told dad that the baby cannot survive so leave the the child in the hospital and take mom home. But dad said," No i will take the baby and take care of her in the Incubator at home. I will not leave my baby here in the hospital." so he arranged a room for her with incubator, friends of mom and dad used to come to see the baby tip toed and used to see the baby from distance, and go. Because often they used to say that i will be afraid to see the baby in the hospital, even though i was not really afraid to see her, i pretended that i was afraid and hid my face in the shoulder of the nurse who took me there. and all of them said, " see see, she is afraid and took me out of the rrom. though i did not like to to go out, i had to go out because i pretended taht i was afraid. Funny. Later in the room Dad brought VAttivrellu and hung them all over the room to give a cool climate in the room. he used to wet those root curtains with water for coolness of the room. My dad used to take me into his lap and teach me many things, especially English language. He used to bring books for me with A B C letters and pictures. I still remember the letter C and cup B and the bun. I used to have a very big doll which i never leave anywhere.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Madras --- my sweet chilhood stories
Do you think that my christian life started since then, and I am a blessed girl to love God from that very tender age? oh no, It was only a little seed of faith, It did not sprout till 20 years after. I just come to know that , " Only Jesus Christ is the real God, and none other idols I see around do not have any meaning for me, and in heart of hearts I know that they are not gods, but man made statues."
Before coming to Guntur, we were in Vizag, after my birth in Madras, Egmore hospital in 1952. My dad was given an optioon whether he wants to be in Madras, a tamil state to work , or else whether he wants to work in Andhrapradesh. My dad opted for andhra pradesh. so they came back to andhra , and to vizag.
My mother used to tell others how i was born, I remember those incidents, very much. It seems my mother was trained Higher grade teacher and was working in an elementary school in Eluru, but as my dad got job in Madras, he made her to resign that job, and made her to go with him. Both of them were from a small village in Andhra pradesh, they do not know how to live a posh life in that great city. Mom was telling that once they went to market to buy vessels, and bought clay vessels to cook, she cited this incident to quote how innocent they were without any guidance from any one. It seems once my dad had had an accident, he fell under a lorry, there were major stitches on his upper lip, my mom was too innocent to react in any way. If u see the oldest movies before independence you will understand how women were not expressing their sorrow or joy out wardly. My mom used to tell others about the entertainment they used to have like they used to go real wrestling , boxing games. I do not know, or I cannot explain all that but I still remember that I too went and saw those type of entertainments along with my parents. Oh but i was only an year baby, then, but I do not know how I remember that. May be because my mom often describe those incidents that was pictured in my mind and imprinted there. Do not know.
It seems my mom's blouses were stitched by the tailor who used to stitch for the cine actresses in those days. My dad was very very updated man, fond of fashions and liberty of women. But my mom was very conservative and very limited tasted person.
My parents used to have a very close friend, Police Inspector James, he was a B.A graduate. and very good looking person. It seems once he went on a camp and when he came back before the scheduled date , he found that his wife was unfaithful and he caught her red handed. He without another word sent her home and married another woman from his village. It seems my parents were the elders of that marriage. later his family and our family worked in the Police department in vishakapatnam, Machilipatnam and Eluru again. The friends between these families continued all those years, He is not more now, but His wife and my mom are still friends as they both are in vizag now.
My mom used to tell others, about my birth too. It seems she was pregnant and was playing throw ball in the school where she was working, in Eluru. then she was hit very hardly in the stomoch by a ball in the play, she fell unconsious, and her friends come to know that she was pregnant then. No body knows that my mom was allready married to my dad, when my dad came to see her when she was in the hospital then everybody come to know that she was married. see theirs was child marriage u know, dad was 9 years old and mom was 5 years old, for their marriage. Later mom went for teacher training, and dad for Police officer traing to Malabar, Kerala, They used to meet secretely now and then because their parents were angry with each other, at that time. It means my mom's mom and her brother , that is dad's dad were not in good terms after the marriage, due to petty quarrels.
umm that was the story of her first pregnancy, she delivered a baby boy in Madras, when she went away with my dad, to put up a family. But that baby boy was still born, mom used to tell that the boy was just like my dad, tall, fair, with long fingers, big eyes etc. I wonder how my parents took the death of their first born, but , in deed those were the most innocent days of my parents. Later mom conceived me , in those days it seems the pregnant lady used to be joined in the hospital as soon as she got pains. So dad took mom to the Egmore Hospital , and it seems no body , even husband was not allowed to visit the wife in the delivery rooms. All the husbands used to stand outside the hospital and waiting for the bell to ring. whenever a baby was born they used to wring a bell very loudly. and all the husbands used to run to the door. and a nurse used to come out and announce the name of the husband that he got a baby. so my father waited for me for five days, out side , and running to the door whenever the bell was wrung and was anxious to hear the name of his from the mouth of the nurse. it means my mom had labour pains for five days, to deliver me.
Dad and mom were so happy to have me in their lap it seems. later they thought of giving me a name. They wrote hundred names and picked my name by lot. this name Leelavathi was picked by my parents, and it seems that was the name of an actress in those days.
All this story i heard from mom when she was telling others, like her sisters and friends etc.
Coming to the memories of vishakapatnam when i was only till i complete 5 years. we came to vizag in my second year.
Before coming to Guntur, we were in Vizag, after my birth in Madras, Egmore hospital in 1952. My dad was given an optioon whether he wants to be in Madras, a tamil state to work , or else whether he wants to work in Andhrapradesh. My dad opted for andhra pradesh. so they came back to andhra , and to vizag.
My mother used to tell others how i was born, I remember those incidents, very much. It seems my mother was trained Higher grade teacher and was working in an elementary school in Eluru, but as my dad got job in Madras, he made her to resign that job, and made her to go with him. Both of them were from a small village in Andhra pradesh, they do not know how to live a posh life in that great city. Mom was telling that once they went to market to buy vessels, and bought clay vessels to cook, she cited this incident to quote how innocent they were without any guidance from any one. It seems once my dad had had an accident, he fell under a lorry, there were major stitches on his upper lip, my mom was too innocent to react in any way. If u see the oldest movies before independence you will understand how women were not expressing their sorrow or joy out wardly. My mom used to tell others about the entertainment they used to have like they used to go real wrestling , boxing games. I do not know, or I cannot explain all that but I still remember that I too went and saw those type of entertainments along with my parents. Oh but i was only an year baby, then, but I do not know how I remember that. May be because my mom often describe those incidents that was pictured in my mind and imprinted there. Do not know.
It seems my mom's blouses were stitched by the tailor who used to stitch for the cine actresses in those days. My dad was very very updated man, fond of fashions and liberty of women. But my mom was very conservative and very limited tasted person.
My parents used to have a very close friend, Police Inspector James, he was a B.A graduate. and very good looking person. It seems once he went on a camp and when he came back before the scheduled date , he found that his wife was unfaithful and he caught her red handed. He without another word sent her home and married another woman from his village. It seems my parents were the elders of that marriage. later his family and our family worked in the Police department in vishakapatnam, Machilipatnam and Eluru again. The friends between these families continued all those years, He is not more now, but His wife and my mom are still friends as they both are in vizag now.
My mom used to tell others, about my birth too. It seems she was pregnant and was playing throw ball in the school where she was working, in Eluru. then she was hit very hardly in the stomoch by a ball in the play, she fell unconsious, and her friends come to know that she was pregnant then. No body knows that my mom was allready married to my dad, when my dad came to see her when she was in the hospital then everybody come to know that she was married. see theirs was child marriage u know, dad was 9 years old and mom was 5 years old, for their marriage. Later mom went for teacher training, and dad for Police officer traing to Malabar, Kerala, They used to meet secretely now and then because their parents were angry with each other, at that time. It means my mom's mom and her brother , that is dad's dad were not in good terms after the marriage, due to petty quarrels.
umm that was the story of her first pregnancy, she delivered a baby boy in Madras, when she went away with my dad, to put up a family. But that baby boy was still born, mom used to tell that the boy was just like my dad, tall, fair, with long fingers, big eyes etc. I wonder how my parents took the death of their first born, but , in deed those were the most innocent days of my parents. Later mom conceived me , in those days it seems the pregnant lady used to be joined in the hospital as soon as she got pains. So dad took mom to the Egmore Hospital , and it seems no body , even husband was not allowed to visit the wife in the delivery rooms. All the husbands used to stand outside the hospital and waiting for the bell to ring. whenever a baby was born they used to wring a bell very loudly. and all the husbands used to run to the door. and a nurse used to come out and announce the name of the husband that he got a baby. so my father waited for me for five days, out side , and running to the door whenever the bell was wrung and was anxious to hear the name of his from the mouth of the nurse. it means my mom had labour pains for five days, to deliver me.
Dad and mom were so happy to have me in their lap it seems. later they thought of giving me a name. They wrote hundred names and picked my name by lot. this name Leelavathi was picked by my parents, and it seems that was the name of an actress in those days.
All this story i heard from mom when she was telling others, like her sisters and friends etc.
Coming to the memories of vishakapatnam when i was only till i complete 5 years. we came to vizag in my second year.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
seeds of faith in sweet childhood
I am just observing the people around me, and when I voiced out my opinions to any one, funny, they just think that statement of mine is , may be about them. And they look confused, I find this very funny in fact. why people are all ways think that the statement of any kind is only about them. Its like when we read the symptoms of any disease in any medical book , many times people think that they too have all those diseases. so is with psychological problems, the symptoms of any mental illness , is attributed to some people for themselves.
Well now this blog is again the continuation of my sweet childhood once again.
Well, in those days of my schooling in Guntur, I used to feel that I am the queen of the world, it was how my dad used to treat me all the time, giving the best I need.
My aunt, kantha mani used to stay with us whenever she gets a school holiday. I used to love her very much. At the same time we both used to quarrel over little things, which I really do not remember now. but those quarrels i remember very well. Funny thing is I could not stay one hour also away from her because we both like each other very much. she was 9 years older than me. We used to have a very nice tendril which was planted by my dad in our house. We used to call those tiny little white flowers as Ginni puvvulu, because they look like as little saucers with a small bud like thing in the middle of the flower. They used to give us nice scented smell. It used to climb over our terrace, so my aunty and me used to go up there and pluck those flowers some times. Once I remember that we got angry with each other. I do not know the reason but she said if I go alone to the terrace her devil will come take me out. I said if u get down from the bed where u sat now, my devil come and bite u. haha, that was the threat but I really used to be afraid to go up to the terrace or get down from my bed in the nights.
we used to make funny face showing all the teeth , and make fun of each other. in guntur.
I remember that another aunty called by the same name came to our home for some teacher training to be completed. her name was Kanthamma. She used to take me to her tuition teacher many a times. That teacher skin was reddish, and shining. I used to admire so much , and wonder she might have the same skin of my lip if i turned it out. I all ways used to see the inside of my under lip and wonder this might be the skin of that lady.
But this kantham Aththamma made a lasting impression on me about Jesus christ in my life.
I was hardly 4 years old. But she used to tell me so many stories of Jesus, which I liked them very much. She taught me that whenever i am afraid of any devil or anything I can shout louder like" yesu rakthame jayam, apavaadhi kriyalaku layam" ( In the Blood of Jesus I claim victory over the deeds of the Devil) She told me that I can have victory over the Devil, and he will run away if I shout like that.
so whenever I am afraid of darkness or anything like that I used to shout like that , and i never was afraid of anything. She taught me the morning prayer, evening prayer and prayer for the food God has given me. She made me to learn the prayers by heart.
She used to write letters to me when she went away. Her writing was like pearls. My mom and dad liked her letters very much and they used to read those letters to me again and again. In those letters she used to tell me about Jesus all ways, and about good habits etc.
I owe to her so much, because she was the one who planted the seed of love for Jesus christ. I believe since then , that there is no other God but Jesus christ .
People used to tell me and my parents that I am exactly look alike my dad. They uesd to say" Oh Leela is just like her dad, the very print of him. see the nose, its just like his, such big nose." they used to laugh also about that. The first part of comment I like very much , that is " she is exact print of her dad" but the next part about my nose, I was hurt once, for the way they were laughing. may be it was just a comment for them. but for me i was hurt. /so one day when i was really laughed at , i went from them , and went inside the room of my dad and i bolted the room and lied down on the bed of my dad. Because of kanthamma athamma, Dady bought a big portrait of Jesus Christ, and hung it in his room , you know the one usually in every christian house of the old it used to be there. That comely face of Jesus showing his heart with one hand and showing two fingers with other hand.
so when i lied down there and looking at the comely face of Jesus Christ, all the tears in my eyes dried up, which i got due to my hurt in the heart. and I was seeing the face and found the nose of Jesus was very nice, its very sharp and nice. So seeing His nose and face and those kind eyes, i just slipped into sleep. In my sleep i got a dream, which i never can forget even now. Jesus came and sat in the sofa which was in that room. and He was smiling at me. I went to Him and i asked HIm why He gave me such big nose. He was jut smiling at me, then I heard my mom banging the door and calling me " Leela Leela, loudly.
For which sound i was waken up from my beautiful dream. and found that I was alone in that bed, so i jumped out of the bed still looking at the sofa and the portrait, suspiciously whether Jesus really came there. That dream was so vivid, and I preserved it in my heart ever since.
Well now this blog is again the continuation of my sweet childhood once again.
Well, in those days of my schooling in Guntur, I used to feel that I am the queen of the world, it was how my dad used to treat me all the time, giving the best I need.
My aunt, kantha mani used to stay with us whenever she gets a school holiday. I used to love her very much. At the same time we both used to quarrel over little things, which I really do not remember now. but those quarrels i remember very well. Funny thing is I could not stay one hour also away from her because we both like each other very much. she was 9 years older than me. We used to have a very nice tendril which was planted by my dad in our house. We used to call those tiny little white flowers as Ginni puvvulu, because they look like as little saucers with a small bud like thing in the middle of the flower. They used to give us nice scented smell. It used to climb over our terrace, so my aunty and me used to go up there and pluck those flowers some times. Once I remember that we got angry with each other. I do not know the reason but she said if I go alone to the terrace her devil will come take me out. I said if u get down from the bed where u sat now, my devil come and bite u. haha, that was the threat but I really used to be afraid to go up to the terrace or get down from my bed in the nights.
we used to make funny face showing all the teeth , and make fun of each other. in guntur.
I remember that another aunty called by the same name came to our home for some teacher training to be completed. her name was Kanthamma. She used to take me to her tuition teacher many a times. That teacher skin was reddish, and shining. I used to admire so much , and wonder she might have the same skin of my lip if i turned it out. I all ways used to see the inside of my under lip and wonder this might be the skin of that lady.
But this kantham Aththamma made a lasting impression on me about Jesus christ in my life.
I was hardly 4 years old. But she used to tell me so many stories of Jesus, which I liked them very much. She taught me that whenever i am afraid of any devil or anything I can shout louder like" yesu rakthame jayam, apavaadhi kriyalaku layam" ( In the Blood of Jesus I claim victory over the deeds of the Devil) She told me that I can have victory over the Devil, and he will run away if I shout like that.
so whenever I am afraid of darkness or anything like that I used to shout like that , and i never was afraid of anything. She taught me the morning prayer, evening prayer and prayer for the food God has given me. She made me to learn the prayers by heart.
She used to write letters to me when she went away. Her writing was like pearls. My mom and dad liked her letters very much and they used to read those letters to me again and again. In those letters she used to tell me about Jesus all ways, and about good habits etc.
I owe to her so much, because she was the one who planted the seed of love for Jesus christ. I believe since then , that there is no other God but Jesus christ .
People used to tell me and my parents that I am exactly look alike my dad. They uesd to say" Oh Leela is just like her dad, the very print of him. see the nose, its just like his, such big nose." they used to laugh also about that. The first part of comment I like very much , that is " she is exact print of her dad" but the next part about my nose, I was hurt once, for the way they were laughing. may be it was just a comment for them. but for me i was hurt. /so one day when i was really laughed at , i went from them , and went inside the room of my dad and i bolted the room and lied down on the bed of my dad. Because of kanthamma athamma, Dady bought a big portrait of Jesus Christ, and hung it in his room , you know the one usually in every christian house of the old it used to be there. That comely face of Jesus showing his heart with one hand and showing two fingers with other hand.
so when i lied down there and looking at the comely face of Jesus Christ, all the tears in my eyes dried up, which i got due to my hurt in the heart. and I was seeing the face and found the nose of Jesus was very nice, its very sharp and nice. So seeing His nose and face and those kind eyes, i just slipped into sleep. In my sleep i got a dream, which i never can forget even now. Jesus came and sat in the sofa which was in that room. and He was smiling at me. I went to Him and i asked HIm why He gave me such big nose. He was jut smiling at me, then I heard my mom banging the door and calling me " Leela Leela, loudly.
For which sound i was waken up from my beautiful dream. and found that I was alone in that bed, so i jumped out of the bed still looking at the sofa and the portrait, suspiciously whether Jesus really came there. That dream was so vivid, and I preserved it in my heart ever since.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Alzheimer... a beautiful meet
Alzheimer... a beautiful meet
Today God has given me to spend some time with an elderly woman who is having Alzheimer.
When a person is suffering from Alzheimer's disease, abnormal changes are taking place in the brain. In Alzheimer's disease, the parts of the brain that control thinking, memory, and language no longer work properly and symptoms start to appear. An accurate diagnosis of Alzheimer's disease offers the best opportunity to start treatments that can help slow the progression of symptoms.
The following chart can help you recognize some of the common signs and symptoms of moderate to severe Alzheimer's disease.
Signs and symptoms of Alzheimer's disease
Symptoms of
Alzheimer's disease Signs (examples)
Memory loss-------- Frequently forgetting new information
Problems with familiar tasks-------- Getting confused while cooking or playing a game
Problems with language--------- Forgetting simple words or using wrong words
Disorientation to time and place ------ Getting lost in a familiar neighborhood
Poor judgment------ Dressing inappropriately for the weather
Problems with abstract thought------ Trouble with simple math
Misplacing things ------ Putting an iron in the freezer
Changes in mood and behavior-------- Unusual bouts of anger or rapid mood swings
Changes in personality -------- Becoming overly confused, suspicious, afraid, or dependent
Loss of initiative ----------- Lack of interest in usual activities
Talk with a doctor or healthcare professional as soon as possible if your loved one has any of the signs or symptoms of Alzheimer's disease listed above. Please keep in mind that having these symptoms does not always mean your loved one has Alzheimer's disease. Only a doctor can make an accurate diagnosis.
i spent an hour or so with her. The first quesstion she asked me is, " why you came at this hour?" it was 8pm. I explained that I am on my way to a shop with my son's friend and I just dropped there to see her. During the hour of my stay with her this question was asked by her at least three times. knowing the symptoms of the Alzheimer I answered her as if I have heard that question first time from her.
Later I asked her how she is, she answered me " my son is taking care of me very well" This she told me three times again during my stay over there, in a gap period of ten or fifteen minutes. whenever she said so I was telling her, " Yes God blesses such sons." For that comment of mine she was giving the most beutiful smile that I ever saw. She asked me whether I know Tamil, I said to her, " No , I do not know Tamil, but I know Telugu very well." for that she told me, " I know five languages, Telugu, Tamil, Kannada, Hindi, English, and French.".. This piece of information she tried to impart me atleast six or seven times.
Later she asked me how many children I have. I said two children. One girl and one boy. for that she felt very happy and said, I have no daughters, I have only one son. Then she asked me who is elder? son? for that i told her, " no, daughter is elder, only one year difference between them. She inquired the age of my children, i told her that my daughter is thirty and my son is twenty nine. This piece of conversation about children was repeated at least five times between us.
again she asked me whether I come by car. I said yes, my son's friend brought me by car. she asked me whether i know driving. I told her i know driving but i drive only in India. She asked why I do not drive here. I told her that here the driving seats are different and the traffic rules are different. Again this conversation as it is repeated three times again and again. She asked me how far is my residence. I told her that it is not very far, but only ten or fifteen minutes drive, for that she showed me very happy countenance. When I asked her whether she play any musical instrument she said no. then I asked her whether she can sing a song for me. she said she cannot. but she started to sing the song" God is so good. god is so good to me, God is good for he saved me. God is so good for took my hand. : I too sang with her. For taht she showed much , pleasure. She sang another song which i do not know very well. Then I sang the song " God's love to me is wonderful with action, she said," oh very nice song." i asked her shall I read Bible for her. She asked me do u have a Bible.? i said here it is , and i took a Bible which is there. She asked me whether I wear specs, I said I wear but only for reading purpose. She felt happy for that and expressed it by her beautiful smile. she is a beautiful lady.
She asked me to read New Testament. I told her first I would read psalm 23 for which she has given her consent. When i was reading the psalm she repeated it with me. after I finished it she told me that she learnt it by heart.
Later I told her that I would read Psalm 91, she said yes. and after I finished it she felt happy. Later I read Isaiah 53, for which she showed her immense pleasure. Then lastly I read from the gospel of John , the words of Jesus about"I am the true vine..."Till I finished the chapter she intently looking at me and listened to me without any distraction. She thanked me for that reading of the Bible.
she asked me what I am thinking of her age. how old she is. I said may be seventy or so, because I already know that she is more than that. just then her son came and said she is seventy nine years old. and that she forgets her age often. For which neither me nor she answered him. later she asked me" do i look like that?" I said 'no' u look like u r fifty or so. later she said she is twenty eight years old. and she can climb the steps, and walk and remember things, see properly, " I added yes u can hear well, too. for that she was very happy.
She asked me in french' whether i know french? and she told me that when she went to France, they asked her whether she knew French. and they started to talk the language very fast which she could not understand at all. blah blah they talked it seems. and she smiled at me. This bit of information went on and one atleast four or five times during my stay over, there.She asked me "parli vu france' and asked me whether i know the meaning. I said no. she told me that the meaning is" Do you know French? and she told me how to pronounce France' and then she said,Ja paal parli vo france' the meaning , she explained to me, is, yes I know french.
I asked her at what time she would go to bed. she told me it is at 9pm. I said now the time is 8.45.pm for which she nodded her head. Do u see movies I asked her. she said 'no, i see some thing in the tv. When i said that she belong to Methodist church , she said yes . You must be very active in church work when u were young. she said , yes i was. I told her that i am very much pleased to meet her she expressed her joy by nodding her head .
Today God has given me to spend some time with an elderly woman who is having Alzheimer.
When a person is suffering from Alzheimer's disease, abnormal changes are taking place in the brain. In Alzheimer's disease, the parts of the brain that control thinking, memory, and language no longer work properly and symptoms start to appear. An accurate diagnosis of Alzheimer's disease offers the best opportunity to start treatments that can help slow the progression of symptoms.
The following chart can help you recognize some of the common signs and symptoms of moderate to severe Alzheimer's disease.
Signs and symptoms of Alzheimer's disease
Symptoms of
Alzheimer's disease Signs (examples)
Memory loss-------- Frequently forgetting new information
Problems with familiar tasks-------- Getting confused while cooking or playing a game
Problems with language--------- Forgetting simple words or using wrong words
Disorientation to time and place ------ Getting lost in a familiar neighborhood
Poor judgment------ Dressing inappropriately for the weather
Problems with abstract thought------ Trouble with simple math
Misplacing things ------ Putting an iron in the freezer
Changes in mood and behavior-------- Unusual bouts of anger or rapid mood swings
Changes in personality -------- Becoming overly confused, suspicious, afraid, or dependent
Loss of initiative ----------- Lack of interest in usual activities
Talk with a doctor or healthcare professional as soon as possible if your loved one has any of the signs or symptoms of Alzheimer's disease listed above. Please keep in mind that having these symptoms does not always mean your loved one has Alzheimer's disease. Only a doctor can make an accurate diagnosis.
i spent an hour or so with her. The first quesstion she asked me is, " why you came at this hour?" it was 8pm. I explained that I am on my way to a shop with my son's friend and I just dropped there to see her. During the hour of my stay with her this question was asked by her at least three times. knowing the symptoms of the Alzheimer I answered her as if I have heard that question first time from her.
Later I asked her how she is, she answered me " my son is taking care of me very well" This she told me three times again during my stay over there, in a gap period of ten or fifteen minutes. whenever she said so I was telling her, " Yes God blesses such sons." For that comment of mine she was giving the most beutiful smile that I ever saw. She asked me whether I know Tamil, I said to her, " No , I do not know Tamil, but I know Telugu very well." for that she told me, " I know five languages, Telugu, Tamil, Kannada, Hindi, English, and French.".. This piece of information she tried to impart me atleast six or seven times.
Later she asked me how many children I have. I said two children. One girl and one boy. for that she felt very happy and said, I have no daughters, I have only one son. Then she asked me who is elder? son? for that i told her, " no, daughter is elder, only one year difference between them. She inquired the age of my children, i told her that my daughter is thirty and my son is twenty nine. This piece of conversation about children was repeated at least five times between us.
again she asked me whether I come by car. I said yes, my son's friend brought me by car. she asked me whether i know driving. I told her i know driving but i drive only in India. She asked why I do not drive here. I told her that here the driving seats are different and the traffic rules are different. Again this conversation as it is repeated three times again and again. She asked me how far is my residence. I told her that it is not very far, but only ten or fifteen minutes drive, for that she showed me very happy countenance. When I asked her whether she play any musical instrument she said no. then I asked her whether she can sing a song for me. she said she cannot. but she started to sing the song" God is so good. god is so good to me, God is good for he saved me. God is so good for took my hand. : I too sang with her. For taht she showed much , pleasure. She sang another song which i do not know very well. Then I sang the song " God's love to me is wonderful with action, she said," oh very nice song." i asked her shall I read Bible for her. She asked me do u have a Bible.? i said here it is , and i took a Bible which is there. She asked me whether I wear specs, I said I wear but only for reading purpose. She felt happy for that and expressed it by her beautiful smile. she is a beautiful lady.
She asked me to read New Testament. I told her first I would read psalm 23 for which she has given her consent. When i was reading the psalm she repeated it with me. after I finished it she told me that she learnt it by heart.
Later I told her that I would read Psalm 91, she said yes. and after I finished it she felt happy. Later I read Isaiah 53, for which she showed her immense pleasure. Then lastly I read from the gospel of John , the words of Jesus about"I am the true vine..."Till I finished the chapter she intently looking at me and listened to me without any distraction. She thanked me for that reading of the Bible.
she asked me what I am thinking of her age. how old she is. I said may be seventy or so, because I already know that she is more than that. just then her son came and said she is seventy nine years old. and that she forgets her age often. For which neither me nor she answered him. later she asked me" do i look like that?" I said 'no' u look like u r fifty or so. later she said she is twenty eight years old. and she can climb the steps, and walk and remember things, see properly, " I added yes u can hear well, too. for that she was very happy.
She asked me in french' whether i know french? and she told me that when she went to France, they asked her whether she knew French. and they started to talk the language very fast which she could not understand at all. blah blah they talked it seems. and she smiled at me. This bit of information went on and one atleast four or five times during my stay over, there.She asked me "parli vu france' and asked me whether i know the meaning. I said no. she told me that the meaning is" Do you know French? and she told me how to pronounce France' and then she said,Ja paal parli vo france' the meaning , she explained to me, is, yes I know french.
I asked her at what time she would go to bed. she told me it is at 9pm. I said now the time is 8.45.pm for which she nodded her head. Do u see movies I asked her. she said 'no, i see some thing in the tv. When i said that she belong to Methodist church , she said yes . You must be very active in church work when u were young. she said , yes i was. I told her that i am very much pleased to meet her she expressed her joy by nodding her head .
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Sweet childhood
When I was a child, every ,leaf, every petal of the flower, every drop of rain fascinated me to the uttermost of my being. I still remember those early imprints of my fascinations, my favorite things of early childhood.
As I was the very fondling child of my dady, I was mostly lovingly taken care in our home. I remember the 100 marbles he brought for me to play , as I liked them very much when I saw the street urchins playing with them in our street. I used to play with them on our new soft sofa, in the home , making the knots of the cotton sofa as my goals to spin the marbles one by one into it.
Once I asked my dady for a pen , and I wanted it immediately , so I tried to take his Parker pen from his pocket. He told me that he would bring many loads of pens in Lorry. I just believed him and sat at the gate of the house, waiting for a Lorry with loads of pens, that evening. Looking at the coming and going Lorries in our street, till I was tired of waiting.
Once I told my dady that I want to dance like the top heroin in the movie we saw, then, Anjali Devi, the song being' jeevithame safalamu, ee jeevithame safalamu, raaga sudha bharithamu,' and so I asked him to paint our floor with a big flower design because that heroin danced in between a big flower in fron of a king in a palace. so that evening he bought a big carpet for me to dance on it. I used to dance on it ,with the nail polish and lip stick he brought for me.
Once my dady and myself sat on a big bed, in the verendah, the carpenters were working on big boxes for the things to be loaded and transported from Guntur to Eluru. I already joined in St. Joseph convent and studied 1st and 2nd classes there. The sisters there were all foreigners, and we used to have a big play ground where I learned the songs 'Ring a Ring a roses, pot a full of poses." we used to play under green trees and on green pastures in the school compound. afternoons we were supposed to sleep in the class room, I never used to sleep, because the first one who woke up from sleep as soon as the bell rings used to pull the others who were still sleeping. so i used to get up first and pull others to wake up, it was great fun those days. the class teacher used to give us a cup of milk, and later we were given so many blocks to play out side the class room. Morning we used to learn English language. One night i got 5 white watery patches on my arm, but dady wanted me to go to school, one constable used to come to take me to school on the motorbike, when i went to school the sister nun came and told me that she would take me to the school clinic, later that day the doctor in the clinic inserted a needle into each patch of white water bags on my arm and sucked the water from there. I do not know how I got them and what was all that about. we used to have socks and shoes. the thin thread that dangles from the socks were a great fascinating thing for we children. we used to pull them now and then to see how long they could be stretched out. The constable had a son, and so he was also er how studying in the nearby school, so the constable used to come to pick me up and later his son too was on the bike. I was sitting in front , and he used to sit at the back. One day he told me that he can sit at the back without holding his father ,and tried to show me how he can sit like that, after a few minutes we found him fall on the road, and his arm was fractured. Later the constable did not come to pick me up. There was one other constable who used to come, some times he holds me in his arms from the school , sometimes he used to ask me to walk. when I told him my legs are paining, he told me that I can jump on one foot and then other foot and walk or run thus I would not get any pain. so I still remember how I used to run with one leg up and one leg down jumping and running which I even practiced whenever I found its difficult to walk too long . I remember how I used to run from Lady yampthil school , in Machilipatnam, to home in my 7th and 8th classes.
Navy blue skirt, white blouse, white socks and black shoes was our uniform, in St.Joseph convent. so when the carpenters were working with nails and hammers, my dad told me not to get down from the cot where we sat, telling me that i may be hurt if I get down. My dad went for a few minutes to talk to a friend on the road, when he called him. then i thought it would be very funny if I could walk in between the nails of the wood, as the workers also went out side to relax for a few minutes, I thought it was the best time for me to walk , on the wood between the nails protruding upwards. so slowly i got down of the cot and started to walk , doing balance walk. suddenly i stepped on a sharp nail, and it went straight into my small and tender foot, and I could not lift it up , and started to wail aloud, then my dad heard it and shouted at once and came running towards me. I was so scared and pulled my leg at once and with one leg limping ran into the house crying aloud, and jumped on heaps of clothes which were there while my mom and aunty were folding them. crying my leg my leg... my dad was after me, and he scolded me severely and brought a bottle of tincture and pulled my leg and poured the medicine with cotton on my bleeding foot. You can imagine how loudly I cried, it was burning and I cried lot of time,
another time my dad called cotton wallah Dhu dhekula vaadu to our home to yeku yekadam repair all the old cotton in the mattresses. I was closely observing him from the beginning. while he was hitting the cotton with his loom the cotton was flying into the air, and becomes fluffy and white. I was so fascinated by it and I want to touch it and lie down on it, and play in it. Because I was seeing Naaradha a mythological figur in the movies how he used to walk in the clouds, I felt I should walk like that, if not in the clouds at least here in this heap of cotton which so fluffy and white. At the time of lunch break the cotton man begged me not to touch the cotton as he is going to take lunch. I said yes, but as soon as he went away I jumped on the cotton and lied down feeling that I was the queen of the world, and I was walking , jumping and sleeping in the clouds. when the cotton man came back he was shocked to see me in the cotton and wailed loudly , saying 'oh all cotton is spoiled oh all cotton is spoiled now i gotta work again."
I ran from there as I was afraid of his wailing.
I used to sit on our iron entrance door, and used to swing hither and thither. One day as I was doing thus, my left hand little finger was irrukku poindhi stuck in between and the nail was broken out, and there was lots of blood, my dad again put the cotton ball of tincture on it, which burns like fire, and I cried loud and loud till I lost all my strength.
My dad used to have a motor bike with a seater beside it. I used to sit in it some times. usually my mother with my sister used to sit in it while i sit in front of my dady.we used to to movies like that.
We used to have a neighbors a doctor and his wife. I used to go and play in their home when the doctor was not there. I think they were newly married and do not have any children. I used to play with her hand, as it was very plumpy and fair, she and me used to lie down some times in the afternoon and she used to tell me some stories. But when the doctor comes i used to run home because he used to kiss me terribly, which I could not bear, all over my face on my stomoch on my arms every where. he used to suffocate me with kisses, so I ran and ran out of theier house, while she used to laugh at me while i am running.
2 B cont)
As I was the very fondling child of my dady, I was mostly lovingly taken care in our home. I remember the 100 marbles he brought for me to play , as I liked them very much when I saw the street urchins playing with them in our street. I used to play with them on our new soft sofa, in the home , making the knots of the cotton sofa as my goals to spin the marbles one by one into it.
Once I asked my dady for a pen , and I wanted it immediately , so I tried to take his Parker pen from his pocket. He told me that he would bring many loads of pens in Lorry. I just believed him and sat at the gate of the house, waiting for a Lorry with loads of pens, that evening. Looking at the coming and going Lorries in our street, till I was tired of waiting.
Once I told my dady that I want to dance like the top heroin in the movie we saw, then, Anjali Devi, the song being' jeevithame safalamu, ee jeevithame safalamu, raaga sudha bharithamu,' and so I asked him to paint our floor with a big flower design because that heroin danced in between a big flower in fron of a king in a palace. so that evening he bought a big carpet for me to dance on it. I used to dance on it ,with the nail polish and lip stick he brought for me.
Once my dady and myself sat on a big bed, in the verendah, the carpenters were working on big boxes for the things to be loaded and transported from Guntur to Eluru. I already joined in St. Joseph convent and studied 1st and 2nd classes there. The sisters there were all foreigners, and we used to have a big play ground where I learned the songs 'Ring a Ring a roses, pot a full of poses." we used to play under green trees and on green pastures in the school compound. afternoons we were supposed to sleep in the class room, I never used to sleep, because the first one who woke up from sleep as soon as the bell rings used to pull the others who were still sleeping. so i used to get up first and pull others to wake up, it was great fun those days. the class teacher used to give us a cup of milk, and later we were given so many blocks to play out side the class room. Morning we used to learn English language. One night i got 5 white watery patches on my arm, but dady wanted me to go to school, one constable used to come to take me to school on the motorbike, when i went to school the sister nun came and told me that she would take me to the school clinic, later that day the doctor in the clinic inserted a needle into each patch of white water bags on my arm and sucked the water from there. I do not know how I got them and what was all that about. we used to have socks and shoes. the thin thread that dangles from the socks were a great fascinating thing for we children. we used to pull them now and then to see how long they could be stretched out. The constable had a son, and so he was also er how studying in the nearby school, so the constable used to come to pick me up and later his son too was on the bike. I was sitting in front , and he used to sit at the back. One day he told me that he can sit at the back without holding his father ,and tried to show me how he can sit like that, after a few minutes we found him fall on the road, and his arm was fractured. Later the constable did not come to pick me up. There was one other constable who used to come, some times he holds me in his arms from the school , sometimes he used to ask me to walk. when I told him my legs are paining, he told me that I can jump on one foot and then other foot and walk or run thus I would not get any pain. so I still remember how I used to run with one leg up and one leg down jumping and running which I even practiced whenever I found its difficult to walk too long . I remember how I used to run from Lady yampthil school , in Machilipatnam, to home in my 7th and 8th classes.
Navy blue skirt, white blouse, white socks and black shoes was our uniform, in St.Joseph convent. so when the carpenters were working with nails and hammers, my dad told me not to get down from the cot where we sat, telling me that i may be hurt if I get down. My dad went for a few minutes to talk to a friend on the road, when he called him. then i thought it would be very funny if I could walk in between the nails of the wood, as the workers also went out side to relax for a few minutes, I thought it was the best time for me to walk , on the wood between the nails protruding upwards. so slowly i got down of the cot and started to walk , doing balance walk. suddenly i stepped on a sharp nail, and it went straight into my small and tender foot, and I could not lift it up , and started to wail aloud, then my dad heard it and shouted at once and came running towards me. I was so scared and pulled my leg at once and with one leg limping ran into the house crying aloud, and jumped on heaps of clothes which were there while my mom and aunty were folding them. crying my leg my leg... my dad was after me, and he scolded me severely and brought a bottle of tincture and pulled my leg and poured the medicine with cotton on my bleeding foot. You can imagine how loudly I cried, it was burning and I cried lot of time,
another time my dad called cotton wallah Dhu dhekula vaadu to our home to yeku yekadam repair all the old cotton in the mattresses. I was closely observing him from the beginning. while he was hitting the cotton with his loom the cotton was flying into the air, and becomes fluffy and white. I was so fascinated by it and I want to touch it and lie down on it, and play in it. Because I was seeing Naaradha a mythological figur in the movies how he used to walk in the clouds, I felt I should walk like that, if not in the clouds at least here in this heap of cotton which so fluffy and white. At the time of lunch break the cotton man begged me not to touch the cotton as he is going to take lunch. I said yes, but as soon as he went away I jumped on the cotton and lied down feeling that I was the queen of the world, and I was walking , jumping and sleeping in the clouds. when the cotton man came back he was shocked to see me in the cotton and wailed loudly , saying 'oh all cotton is spoiled oh all cotton is spoiled now i gotta work again."
I ran from there as I was afraid of his wailing.
I used to sit on our iron entrance door, and used to swing hither and thither. One day as I was doing thus, my left hand little finger was irrukku poindhi stuck in between and the nail was broken out, and there was lots of blood, my dad again put the cotton ball of tincture on it, which burns like fire, and I cried loud and loud till I lost all my strength.
My dad used to have a motor bike with a seater beside it. I used to sit in it some times. usually my mother with my sister used to sit in it while i sit in front of my dady.we used to to movies like that.
We used to have a neighbors a doctor and his wife. I used to go and play in their home when the doctor was not there. I think they were newly married and do not have any children. I used to play with her hand, as it was very plumpy and fair, she and me used to lie down some times in the afternoon and she used to tell me some stories. But when the doctor comes i used to run home because he used to kiss me terribly, which I could not bear, all over my face on my stomoch on my arms every where. he used to suffocate me with kisses, so I ran and ran out of theier house, while she used to laugh at me while i am running.
2 B cont)
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