Getting nostalgic...

There was this girl, who thought that her childhood was not so great when she grew up... Typical working class, her father never gave up, her mother always supported him on his ways. They made hard earned money, little by little. There were those regular grumbles from her and her sis, about how less their new clothes were and how many more the others had, how many places her friends go and how they never.. well, almost never indulge in those entertainments..

But, their years were very similar to that of most of the middle-class people. They fought their way up and have reached this place by hardwork. But there were those falls for her because of her illogical thoughts. She would say to herself, "my parents don't love me more; they ignore me". She, who was the princess of her school, who excelled in everything- curriculam and extra-curriculam, sports, started losing concentration and that was the start of her fall.

But she managed, barely managed to get good, well.. not so good marks and get into college.

Normal college life, only difference was that it was a girls college.. but our girl here is very outgoing and adventurous and came from co-ed schools. The college looked like a prison to her. She again had these i-am-ignored kind of thoughts and turned her attention towards NCC-her adventure loving spirit surfacing. She did good, but stopped trying hard during bad times, so not so fruitful. Back to college, she acquired a good job and had to clear all the exams before that fall. With the help and encouragement of a few good friends, she again managed to cross that barrier.. whew.. what an achievement!!

She landed up in Bangalore and thats where real life began for her... Now I am hapily married to the one my father chose and living some life....

Now if you ask me to go back and change anything, I wouldn't just want to do anything with my life, but may be be a little more helpful to people around, do something different to bring about a change in someone's life.

Once, I used to whine about almost everything. Of course not aloud. About my school, my Dad, my mom, the food on my plate, my books, my dresses, hmm.. what not? but mostly about other's expectations of me...


But today, I turn back to my early 23 years and I see that I have been a privileaged child. My father's strong upbringing, my mother's patience in handling me, the way she used to give-in at times. Punishments that confine me to refine me... the things that I used to resent now gives me the insight to many things in my life.


The key factor for this acceptance is the aftermath of my marrige. Most of the girls say "it will never be Mom's again!!". Although I second that, I would say many don't understand the worth of a father and mother until they see somebody very different, yet supposedly the one to share the better part of your days with... There is a saying in tamil, "மூத்தோர் சொல் வாக்கும் முதிர்ந்த நெல்லிக்கனியும் முன்னம் கசக்கும் பின்னர் இனிக்கும்" which means, Elder's words and ripe gooseberry first tastes bitter but is sweeter later, as in the phrase, "Every bitter thing is sweet, later" So do not hesitate to taste the bitter, as the sweet follows next.

I now think that I should not have given in to my baseless thoughts or doubts. I feel that I have not made the best out of the 23 years that can't be retracted by any chance. But now I have grown wise, or so to speak... I am learning as days go by...

But in all the reverence to my parents, this is something I have been meaning to reach out to people of my generation, "take the words of elders, they mean only good for u".



Do ya all guys and gals out there agree with me?