NEHA
Kerala,
with its blessed beauty of nature, long and silver haired with colorful clips
of fishes and a black mountain cap, standing in a green curly dress full of
colorful butterflies and glowing flowers on it, mesmerizing eyes with calm and peaceful
nature gifts us a pleasant world.
In
1975, a new creation of God, his loving child came to this world. I cried as
every child does but at the next moment I laughed because I have been born into
God’s own country- The Paradise. Thanks to the Almighty for bringing me to this
wonderful heaven. Oops! I forgot one special person. Slowly I turn towards that
smiling face, the one who is holding me in her hands, my sweet Mother.
Hi,
I am Neha, the blessed child born into a loving and caring family. Our house
too was not less than a paradise in a beautiful village which was full of
greenery. It was a joint family with grandfather, grandmother, great
grandmother, uncles, and aunts and especially with a dozen of cousins! After
three years I was blessed with a younger sister.
I was
a shy and reserved character for strangers in the outer world but I was open
with my family just because of the serenity they made me feel by giving the
freedom to express my feelings and wishes. My childhood days gave me the most
memorable and golden moments in my life. It was such great fun! In those days
we used to play a lot of outdoor games, going for movies with our granny,
fighting with brothers, walking on walls, sitting near the pond and chatting
till our granny came running with a bamboo stick, competing with the cuckoo and
making it angry and making fun of boys! My cousins and I never missed the
regional movies on Doordharshan. I was passionate about listening to music on
AIR, writing it down, memorizing it and singing along with the singer. When my
mother finds me missing, she comes searching for me without a second thought to
catch me red-handed with a radio.
Then
came the tape recorder which made it easier for me to listen to my favorite
songs whenever I wished and record my own sweet voice... (giggling) Actually I
love doing intoxicating things and have fun which I shouldn’t being doing!
Isn’t it funny? But my grannies were too strict that I had to control all my
mischievous behavior and be a very good girl. Got confused? Ha! Ha! There were
about four grannies. There was always a unity in our family. I never had the
feeling of being without a brother of my own as my cousins who were brothers
always made me feel more like their own sister.
One
more thing about me friends, I am a great devotee of Lord Krishna, whom I
believe is always with me as a friend, lover and well-wisher. Oh my God! I
revealed the secret about my love and lover! Imagining Him as a lover, playing
with Him, dancing with Him, enjoying the whole happiness with Him was my great
dream. Please don’t shake with laughter but I really wish that to happen, a
blessing to see the original form with His flute, the sky-blue colored Krishna
and experience the love and lust transforming myself to Radha, making it a
spiritual affair.
My father, who was a great artist, used to draw
Krishna’s pictures especially for me, knowing my crazy love for Him.
I did
my schooling well as a normal child and scored average marks happily!
I felt that I was the luckiest person in this world. (smiling)
Mmmm.
Now it’s time for college. I got admission for BA English Literature, my
favorite subject, my passion and one of my dreams.
One
of my cousins (sister) and I joined the college. We were in great excitement
and were sure about having great fun because when we both were together, there
was no doubt of pleasure and entertainment. Even though I was not so modern I
was stylish and became a queen in everyone’s eyes! We had a great time in college with our friends.
There were boyfriends too.
One of our friends, a best friend, Nikhil was so
special, caring and loving, always doing something exciting to make me fall
hard into laughter.
Hey!
One more secret: I used to feel that I am playing with Krishna as a friend
(Remember my wish? ...LOL)
Nikhil
and I used to fight a lot on different topics but when it’s all over and we got
tired, we were back together with more affection and fondness for each other. He
was a very comfortable friend with whom I could share any of my feelings and
viewpoints straight from the heart.
I was moving forward to the ninth month of my
college, September, when the buds of beautiful flower forget-me-not blossom
smiled at us.
In this
beautiful month, comes Onam, the day that welcomes the great King, Mahabali to
Kerala. It was a month of celebration for me. A pookkalam would be drawn,
decorated with different colorful flowers in front of each house till the day
of Onam for ten days, which I really enjoyed during the festival.
Knowing
my desire to do this, I was given the permission to make pookkalam for those
ten days.
I got up
early in the morning wandering everywhere to collect flowers from our house and
of course our neighbor’s house (giggling).
After
making my own art with flowers and admiring myself, I gave a pat on my back mentally
as if I have won the first prize for pookkalam. The most interesting thing is,
my cute great Grandmother joined me with a no tooth smile (imagine)
I enjoyed my holidays with my family in new clothes
and Onam sadhya with my favorite Ada pradhaman ( payasam) ….yummy !!
During
those days there were only landline and it was strictly prohibited for us. We
were allowed to make only important calls if necessary and only girls could ring
us, not boys (how sad, isn’t it?)
No mails! No Facebook!
No Whatsapp!
Still it
was a great time because we were able to feel each and every moment of
celebrations, relationships and perceive the worth of feelings of our dear and
near ones. Almost everyone was free of mental and emotional strain in our time.
The only reason was many of them were able to solve the complications and
pressure of their lives through direct communication, a joint family, a joint
society. There was always a lot of helping hands.
Children enjoyed each other’s company as
they met daily by playing outdoor games, going to school by cycles, walking
together and sharing their daily class sessions, their mischievous acts and how
they were punished together by their teachers. They even shared their family
issues and there was no need of counseling for children at that time.
I was
back to college after the onam holidays and celebrations. You may be thinking
why I didn’t mention about missing my friends and college.
Actually they were in my thoughts but I am the kind
of person whose policy is to “Live in the Present” and not spoil the present
happiness of oneself and others.
I am sharing
one more secret! I missed a special person among them. Guess who?
You were right! It’s none other than Nikhil, my
Krishna.
Reached
college in my caravan, BSA SLR (my cycle) with my cousin sister. All our
friends came running towards us and we contributed our love and affection for
each other.
I lost my father when I was in college but my uncle
never gave me a chance to mourn the loss and stood with me as a pillar filling
the absence of my father. I always believed that Krishna was with me in all my
ups and downs in different forms to support me.
After my father’s death, I decided to take life in a
methodical way with my credence in Krishna to overcome the trammels coming on
my way.
I accomplished my graduation and joined for
post-graduation. You may be wondering why I am not mentioning anything about
Nikhil….hmmm….I read your mind….
The truth was that I was totally lost after the death
of my father and my full concentration was to complete my graduation well.
Hey!
But his full support made me more ardent and to procure more will-power to face
all ups and downs.
Nikhil
completed his B.com and then joined to do CA. As his father got transferred his
family relocated to another state. That was a big shock for me but I consoled
my mind and heart, requesting them not to make me weak.
Accomplished my post-graduation, did my TTC and I am
an English teacher now! Surprised? But happy for me, right?
One
thing friends, till now I have faith and belief in my Krishna.
I know what is going on in your mind. Did Nikhil and
I communicate with each other after his father’s transfer? Did we meet again?
After leaving the city, we were in touch for few
months till he flew to America.
Slowly I too stopped communicating with him and
engaged myself in daily matters and family duties and took care of my mother
and sister.
All my
cousins, one by one completed their academics, some got married and settled in
their family life. But there was always a get together once in a month. Now my mother
wanted me to get married and settled.
Many
alliances came and I was ready to shake my head like a goat to the one which my
elders chose for me.
Ha! Ha! Just kidding…. They know what is good and bad
for me. Actually that is what I believe.
Hmmm…. Anyway I made one promise to myself that if I
give birth to a baby boy, I would surely name him “Nikhil”.
Now I am a wife and a mother of a one and a half year
old boy.
Excuse me, did you ask me something?
Oh! My son’s name?
One second please …. My baby is crying…
Nikhil…….
Please change the baby’s diaper!!!
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