DADU and DIDA---My Maternal Grandparents

"Grandparents are a delightful blend of laughter, caring deeds, wonderful stories and Love" ~author unknown

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A while back I introduced you to my paternal grandparents and today I want to share about my maternal grandparents. They are no longer here with me but the very little time I had with them is something I will treasure for ever. I love to sit back and think about all the wonderful times I had with them......those memories are so pleasant that no words can describe it...

Firstly let me share with you a few memories I have with my Dadu(grandfather). He was a very talented doctor loved and respected by all. When he treated any poor patient, he would never take money from them. His house would be filled with people anytime of the day , some would come to visit him and other for his help...he would help everyone to the best of his ability and even beyond.

Mamoni(my mom) told me thats as soon as my Dadu saw me just after I was born he named me 'Bulbuli'....and thats what he would call me always...that name for me was very private to him and no one else was allowed to use it :) . As a kid I was a very good gal---never like to eat out, never lie, all the goody things and the one person who did not like all that was my Dadu. He would always say kids are supposed to be mischievous and when with him I was allowed to do anything I wanted ---- neither he nor anyone else could scold me. Visiting them during the holidays was something I always looked forward...they would be so fun filled, he had one reply for everything I said or asked -- YES

I love eating jalebis and I got this habit from him. During my school vacations we always spent it with them, in the evenings he would say everyone that he is going for a walk and would take me along. Our walk would always end in the nearby sweet stall :) , he used to love jalebis and we both would enjoy it to our hearts content . As soon as our jalebi hunt would be over, he would say dont go and tell mom....and I would try my best not to so that next day we can again go for OUR WALK.

Anything that I ever wanted, I would tell him and he would always get it for me no matter what. During the festival times I would be lingering around him coz he would not only give me pocket money but would also take me for sightseeing. I still remember the time when he was very ill there was a fair in the town, as he could not take me he made all the arrangements with the neighbours so that I could go. He gave me money so that I enjoyed myself.....I was so foolish as I didnt realized how ill he was rather I kept on pestering him to come along. And he even tried but his health stopped him.

And to me he was my best Dadu, filled with love and mischief..

Do you wanna see my Dida through my eyes.....its a picture of a lady who was beautiful and loving. She left me last year, and the every thought of not seeing her anymore makes my heart very heavy. She is the only grandparent with whom I have spent a lot of time and she was very dear to me.....and I have always felt the immense love she had for me and everyone. She was a wonderful cook....she would never use extra spices but we would all end up licking our fingers. She was a wonderful person...she was loved by every person who met her even for ones. She was a loving mother and a wonderful mother-in-law, she never distinguished her daughters from her daughter-in-laws, actually she used to care about her daughter-in-laws more.

She was a strong lady, she had been ill since many years but so long as she could she tried to do all her work on her own.....can you believe when she was bed-ridden she was not worried about herself rather she was worried about My youngest Mami(Maternal Uncle's Wife). Dida used to stay with my youngest maternal uncle and aunty---- Kuttimamu and Monima, and when I would be alone with my Dida, she would say that Kuttimamu and Monima are not having a life coz of her---- she was so concerned with everyone. 

I would often ask her to come here with me, she was very excited of this idea...had she been a little better I would have loved to have her here with me.

The biggest regret I will have all my life is that whenever she talked to me she would ask me to visit her. And I had been promising her since 1.5 years that I would visit her soon and she would often say she doesnt wanna leave without seeing me for the last time but I am so unlucky that she actually left me before I could keep my words and met for the last time. I was so lost in my life that I missed the precious person in my life and now I keep regretting and crying but I can never change my mistake.....I am sorry Dida.

I am sure for all of us, our grandparents are the rarest gem that we never wanna let go. I have never been with my paternal grandparents and I do regret it always, but the love that I have got from my maternal grandparents is something I will treasure all my life...... I know they will be with me forever but I miss seeing them around.

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DADU & THAMMA -- My Paternal Grandparents

"Grandparents make the world...a little softer, a little kinder, a little warmer". ---- Author Unknown 

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It will definitely be a shock to my family that I am writing something about my paternal grand-parents, why ? coz I have never seen them. They left us just a year before I was born....can anything be worse than that?! However the picture that my parents and especially my mom has painted about them is so warm and  beautiful that I am missing not being with them.

My dad is generally a quiet person and he talks even less about his parents, we can all understand why  . My dad's story would be about his childhood, it would be about how he was punished by my grand-father for all the wrongs he did and how my sweet, innocent grand-mom would protect him. She would stand by him in all conditions. However my grand-father was very proud of my dad.....not only did my dad finish his engineering but he did it with flying colors. I am very proud of my dad  too.....he has built a beautiful house for my grandparents sadly they could not stay in it for long. Even now my dad looks after his bothers and sisters without expecting or getting anything in return.....surely he must have got all this patience and the sense of responsibility from my grand-parents.My dad had recorded  my grand-father words and when I go home we all sit and hear those words from an utterly handsome grandfather... :)

My mom told me that my grand-father was a tall, handsome and serious person and my grand-mother was a short, a little healthy , very cute and a soft-spoken person....seeing their photos has made it clear that my mom has perfectly described them and also they make a beautiful and sweet couple. Hearing all the stories from my Mom about my Grandparents , I have realized one thing for sure ---- they loved my mom a lot and it was a mutual feeling . Job kept my dad and mom away from home......but my grandparents would write a letter to mom every week with all the big and small stories that happened in the house and even in the town...isn't that so sweet?  My mom has preserved all those letters, now when I go home she would read them to me. 

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The unconditional love that they shared is highly commendable. Seeing their relation has made me question several times over the year that how can any in-law be cruel to their daughter-in law. If any one asks my mom about my grand-parents, she has so many wonderful stories to share and even after so many years, that they have left, still my mom can never stop crying while talking or even thinking about them. During the time when the daughter-in-laws and mother-in-laws seems to be the opposite ends of a river, my mom and her mother-in-law were the best of friends. 

Even though I never been with them in person, but the words from my parents had made me feel their presence at every walk of my life..... I miss not having them with me but I know they are watching over me.... :) 

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MY SWEETHEART....MY SISTER

"A perfect sister I am not, but thankful for the one I've got."----Unknown author.

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So far I have introduced you to my parents, but there is one more important person without whom my family is not complete....she is my princess. I am an elder sister to many but she is the only person who calls me 'DIDIBHAI' in this whole world. She is my sweet little gem , my sister 'ANNA'.

I still remember the day she was born , it was the 27th Oct'90 and I was in class 3. I was not allowed to see her yet however I was so happy and excited that I had actually told every person in my school that I have a baby sister. Since her childhood, she has been a superbly talented person. Dancing , singing ,recitation you name anything and she has done it all at the same time she has kept her studies intact and has always stood first in class ,I am so proud of her. 

She would share all her feelings with me it makes me feel that I am not only her elder sister but her best friend as well. However like real sisters we have big fights but if I stop talking to her that is it...thats the bomb :D .My approval is always very important to her and this makes me judge myself, she would listen to what I say. She is the best sister anyone can ever have. She has always stood by me , no one can say anything against me near her , coz she can never forgive the person who ever he/she may be. I feel very protectve and possessive about her.

 Hey my baby sister....I love you so much. 

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MY INSPIRATION......BABA...!!!

"He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it." ~Clarence Budington Kelland

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The words of Clarence Budington Kellenda has beautifully vocalized the feeling I have for my dad. He has actually never told me how to lead my life but his actions has taught me a lot. He is the personification of the word 'WORKAHOLIC'. He is totally dedicated to his work and even forgets about his well being. 

He is a very innocent man and has been taken for a ride my many, he is aware of all this still he is all giving. Till date he has never expected anything in return from anyone.He loves his daughters more then anything and has always given us all that we asked for (if its feasible :)!!!).I have let him down several time but all he ever talks is how proud he is of me. He has never called me by my name but always calls me 'MA' (mother)and at times he even behaves like a small boy. Like if I am late to wish him on his birthday , he will be all sad and upset and the only thing that can make him smile again is a chocolate. There is so much to write about him but all I want to say is I LOVE HIM A LOT.

Love you Baba......and very proud of you....!!!!

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LIVING ANGEL : MA(MY MAMONI)

"A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path."

 -- Agatha Christie

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For every child his mother is the one of the most important person of their life and I am not different either.But my blogging will be incomplete if I don't introduce the lady who showed me the world. 

She stood beside me during every step of my life so far and I could never thank her enough. My mom has inspired me to dance,she is a lovely dancer herself and has taught me to dance although she never takes the credit, she  always say I did it myself but in my heart the truth is still that she is the reason for all. 

She had stayed hungry all day during my competition without mentioning at all to me. She has taught me to give my 100% for everything without expecting anything in return.During the tough times of my life,she is the rock on whom I could depend always. She would never be sympathetic rather she would be strong and her words fills me with the zeal to fight back.She loves everyone so genuinely. 

What a lovely person she is can be understood from the fact that my friends ask about her when they call. They would at times even call her in my absence , she makes everyone so comfortable and loved that some of my friends even call her MA.People say I look like my mom , well if I can be half as her I would very happy. 

Thank you Lord for giving me such a lovely MAMONI.

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