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My Google, My Life!

09 Jan

“I don’t want to go to school”, said a bawling 3 year old.
“I will take you down and then if you do not like it, we will come back”, said a loving, reassuring voice in response. And off they went in a white old ambassador, with a mouse trap securely placed at the rear end of the car, the rat scratching the wooden cage, trying to break free.
The multi colored Ravalgon mithai (sweetmeats) were religiously kept in a military green colored tin cupboard. They were replaced with utmost sincerity once out of stock.
The teak leaves were ceremoniously picked, so that the deer in the park had their fill through the net like structure, visibly enlarged at equidistant points.
Both of them waited outside the temple with a book in hand, reading away, on every Monday & Saturday, waiting for the better half to offer her prayers, talk to the beggar alongside and walk back with her black and white colored stick.
He fondly called her “Fatty, fatty, bum bullati”.
He was open to the millions of questions she had on every topic under the sun. He introduced her to the world of mashed potatoes and boiled eggs, bacon & ham, Blyton & Dickens.
He took her along to book fairs and he took her down his childhood almost at the drop of a hat. The gong at breakfast, the rickshaw rides down to college, the endearing story of his village born-scientist turned father and his God fearing, superstitious mother , the amusing anecdotes and funny Odiya poems….all of it turned her into a deep rooted individual.
He never rebuked any of what she dreamt, no matter how outlandish it was or how far fetched others thought it to be. He loved her and carried her around proudly in a white fairy ensemble in his son’s marriage. He fought against kin to prove her merit. He believed in her to a degree, she found difficult to fathom even in her wildest dreams.
He taught her how to drive. He sat beside her till 12 in the night when she was studying and woke her up at 4 again. He had tears in his eyes when she achieved what she dreamt of.
He spoke to her about her love, the importance of a partner who completes you in more ways than one, the much debated pre marital sex and the work life balance. He understood her more than her erstwhile partner did.
He never belittled her when she wanted to take a trip around the country in a bike, inspired by Che. He knew it will pass, just as she did. All she wanted was someone to understand how precious the thought was. He did.
She would wake him up at 3 am to talk, about nothing significant. He was more than willing to. She was stifled. He knew it. She was hurt. He knew it.
He opened up to her in a manner he previously never did. She knew how exactly it felt.
He sat down on the black side handle of the bed and cursed the cricket players for playing in a slipshod fashion. She smiled.
He functioned like clockwork. She thought punctuality was passé.
He was her soulmate. She was his life.
He was 80.She was 22.

This post is dedicated to my grandfather for loving me unconditionally, for being the non judgmental person he is and for making me the person I am.Love you beyond measure, Baba.

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31 responses to “My Google, My Life!

  1. Varun

    January 9, 2011 at 2:04 am

    Can it be any sweeter? Pleasantly surprising.

    You’re lucky in ways more than one to have someone so close to you. Having a member from the immediate family so understanding is plainly surreal. I know you’ll always cherish the times you’ve had together and will make the most of the present.

    Convey my regards to possibly the best grandfather in the world. 🙂

     
    • Shruti Parija

      January 9, 2011 at 2:08 am

      Thanks Varun. Every single day, he makes me realize how blessed I am.He is undoubtedly the best grandfather in the world 🙂 Will do!

       
  2. thereluctantreformist

    January 9, 2011 at 2:05 am

    You are improving with every post . Good work . Moving .

     
  3. Arun

    January 9, 2011 at 2:29 am

    Beautiful. Loved the mild melancholy tone. Perfectly chosen words. It just couldn’t get better. You’re an amazing storyteller Shruti. Keep it up 🙂

     
    • Shruti Parija

      January 9, 2011 at 2:33 am

      Thanks Arun. I was scared of writing it in the fear that I might take the innocence out of the relationship.Glad you thought it was perfectly chosen 🙂

       
  4. anuja mohanty

    January 9, 2011 at 3:43 am

    Often we feel a deep urge to go back to those days where the word “consequences” never existed, This piece reminds me of the same. Shruti all of us have such feelings but I am pretty sure
    none of have such prowess in words 🙂 🙂
    kudos gal !

     
  5. Reene Mausi

    January 9, 2011 at 4:13 am

    How touching!! SO happy for you to have found someone you can open your heart to.

    Keep writing!! Its awesome to read them.

     
    • Shruti Parija

      January 9, 2011 at 5:08 am

      Thanks Reene Mausi 🙂
      Its a blessing to have Baba in my life!

       
  6. amrita

    January 9, 2011 at 9:25 am

    its like ..u described an era in a nutshell….unconditional love beyond boundaries…pure emotion flowed out with every line…m totally crazy over this 🙂

     
    • Shruti Parija

      January 9, 2011 at 12:41 pm

      Unconditional it is 🙂
      Appreciate the appreciation! 😀

       
  7. CM

    January 9, 2011 at 10:48 am

    i always wanted to this part of your life in writing…had heard so much of it…:)

     
    • Shruti Parija

      January 9, 2011 at 12:41 pm

      Yea I remember how I went zap zap zap 🙂

       
  8. Manmath

    January 9, 2011 at 11:02 am

    Touched… 🙂

     
    • Shruti Parija

      January 9, 2011 at 12:42 pm

      I was in tears while I was penning it down!

       
  9. shivaji

    January 9, 2011 at 12:57 pm

    lucky you are in so many ways.we have just got the parents who care for us but you have one more who loves you more. expressions were as if i was living my school days. thanks for getting me to the school era.god bless.

     
    • Shruti Parija

      January 9, 2011 at 1:00 pm

      Lucky,definitely 🙂
      Glad you liked it!

       
  10. Nilanjan

    January 9, 2011 at 8:28 pm

    Awesome…dats wat i can tell..brilliant writing..n d tone is even better..

     
  11. S

    January 10, 2011 at 1:53 am

    I exactly know what you mean. Very well portrayed. Thanks for posting this 🙂

     
  12. Shruti Parija

    January 10, 2011 at 2:27 am

    Thanks Nilanjan.
    @S… 😀

     
  13. Deebashree Mohanty

    January 10, 2011 at 12:08 pm

    Inspirational stuff, this. Keep writing…

     
  14. Avishek

    January 10, 2011 at 3:11 pm

    Really touchy…..so lucky and blessed you are……..God bless

     
  15. Abhishek Peeyush

    January 10, 2011 at 10:20 pm

    thematically-colourful..to start with
    but the soul of this write-up is touching and honorable..
    salutation to your baba and every other inspiring and loving grandfather who seems a generation far but is actually so near emotionally and is so important to everyone’s life..

     
    • Shruti Parija

      January 10, 2011 at 10:29 pm

      I agree. The generation gap comes down as we go higher up the clan I guess 🙂

       
  16. Payoja

    January 17, 2011 at 5:18 pm

    I very well knw ur reltnshp wid baba…so felt gr8 readin it…
    wonderfully wrttn shruti…!!!

     
  17. Niharika

    March 5, 2011 at 9:37 am

    Awesome…. had heard so much from you… but to read it in this way is heart touching…. good going…. 🙂

     
    • Shruti Parija

      March 5, 2011 at 9:08 pm

      Thanks Niharika!The subject is very close to my heart!

       
  18. Swayam Prava Mohanty

    June 21, 2011 at 6:12 pm

    Reduced me to tears….. This is so sublime n yet so powerful….. short of words…… :))

     

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