Clutters charm me and Aarush…

Aarush, my grandson is at his happiest self when he opens and explores a purse, a bag or wide range of clutter around him. He busies himself so seriously in all that interests him. He extracts things from the bags  and watches them. His little mind explores things that we find “useless’ in a very critical manner. Perhaps in his little mind, imaginative use of all that material might be taking shape the way it does in my mind.Watching his random pictures I find this as a constant factor.

I wonder where has he got this habit from! Thinking honestly, I can announce and acknowledge publically that he acquired this habit from me. In fact we have a tradition of touching the tongue of the newly born child with gold immersed in honey and write Om with that. And it is believed that the child takes after the characterstics of that person. As I did this fro Aarush so there is no surprise that he has taken after me!

I wonder what he be doing today when Packers and movers would be packing all there belongings for a journey abroad. He must be the one most excited about the trip not because he knows where he is moving to but because he would be excited by all the paraphernalia spread around him! Watching this picture when he had become a part of all that lay spread in my room, I can imagine his happiness. I can even imagine my daughter shouting hard at him for being a nuisance when she has so much to do.  The mere imagination about him makes me smile though I am sitting miles away from him and the thought that he would be still thousands of miles away from me by midnight breaks my heart!

Ever since I posted the picture of the beautiful wall painting, I have been thinking hard of the cluttered closet nearby where from all sorts of paraphernalia would fall down if one is not familiar with the over flowing nature of the closet. I have been thinking hard that why do I keep on collecting all the clutter and keep myself busy in finding things in that clutter. i have in that closet clothes of all colours and fabrics-clothes that I hardly ever put on but never would ever think of discarding even! I tried many a times to get rid of the clutter but found to my dismay that whatever I would discard, I would need the same thing a day or two after. But can the done be undone? No, it cannot be and I would be feeling sorry for getting rid of some of the so-called useless things. So everyone can well imagine that my life revolves around these things which luckily for the visitors to my home keep away from public gaze!

Perhaps it would be similar life journey for Aarush, my grandson, who would be ushering in a new life, at a new place among new people, away from us who adore him the most–his grandparents! He surely had taken after me, and this thought gives me such happiness!

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Amma:The Real Source of my Strength…

Sunday, 5 December, 2010

Talking to Amma in the morning and listening to her, full of life, banal details made me suddenly realize that here is the real source of my strength. She always has stood for me and is there when I need her. Her benign presence around me has always filled me up with a new courage. Whether it was when Nidhu, my eldest daughter, was blessed with a baby and I was all alone at Hamirpur to look after her, Amma came all the way travelling a distance of over 100 kilometers on a motorbik eas she could not wait a second when she knew that I needed her. Or whether at the time when I had to go to Shimla to consult a lawyer but could not leave behind Nidhu with a young infant, Amma was there so that I could be free to go to Shimla. Amma has always provided me with strength and courage whenever I seemed to dwindle and weakened!

I know where I have got this strength from. My courage, the stamina and indomitable spirit comes from my Amma! Though I was always closer to Bauji and was always his favourite but looking back I can see clearly that it was Amma who was the force behind even my Bauji.

Like all small girls I, sometimes, would hate Amma as she was so strict with us. She still is a perfectionist and does the things in a manner that puts to shame all the youngsters. Recently I have been able to see another aspect of her courage that makes her the most revered person in my life and I can say loud and clear that the genes that made me so strong, come from her!

Amma, I simply adore you!