Finally I have the broadband connection back and that too when I had almost given up on BSNL. I hate the way they advertize to get new customers and neglect their old ones. It's the same everywhere actually - don't these banks have different rates for old and new loans? "Tirupati Kshoura" we call it...
Anyways, what I want to do for the next some days is to write my biography as I remember it. I always have the habit of thinking of the past and thinking fondly of it most of the times. My present is not so bad I admit but it's not so happy either, I must say. I mean, there are worries here and there I constantly keep feeling unhappy about the monotony of my life though I just don't seem to have the energy to make it eventful. One bright spot of course is that I haven't given up yet. OK, so the point is that I should write about this past and make myself happy. Here I go...
I was born about 30 years ago in a small place in N.K, both my parents hailing from there though my father migrated to S.K in 1972 to be a teacher in a small place there(which I shall refer to as 'my place' henceforth). My mother recalls that day as having been the first rainy day of the year and it seems it rained very heavily. I used to be quite proud of this fact for no reason. My father is the eldest of his family and as is the trend, his parents weren't too pleased with a girl child. Then to compound the problem, there came the naming fiasco. I was expected to be named Maadevi(custom says that the first girl should be named after the grandmother and the boy after the grandfather) but after my mother's side relatives rejected it saying too old fashioned, was named something else. My grandma of course got very angry and for years never called me by my name, though I don't remember her having been unduly severe on me as such.
Little more on my parents today....My father has 3 siblings and all of them are settled at or around the native place. My father came through a lot of hardships which wasn't uncommon for many in his generation - studying against his father's wishes and finally getting a job as a Kannada teacher in my place at the age of 20. He was one of the first few to have come out of that place and there have been many after him. I've inherited quite a few things from him - fondness for stage,music,sports and nature, my nose, my early grey hair, my laziness, procrastination, I don't know what else...But I think he's ahead of me in all the aspects that I mentioned above!
My mother is the fifth of the seven siblings - 5 men and 3 ladies, mostly settled outside. Same struggle story there too, though because of lack of wherewithal. My grandpa was a poor teacher stuck in the court battles trying to recover his small property from tress passers. Children were hardworking and very united and with generous help from the well-to-do uncles, the sons came up quite well in life. Sisters were adored very well but I'm surprised that they actually gave my mother away in a not so well-to-do family. Must've fallen for my father's good nature which was given more importance in those days at least...
Enough for today I guess. A hard day's labour awaits me tomorrow and I'd better get some sleep....Goodnight!
Anyways, what I want to do for the next some days is to write my biography as I remember it. I always have the habit of thinking of the past and thinking fondly of it most of the times. My present is not so bad I admit but it's not so happy either, I must say. I mean, there are worries here and there I constantly keep feeling unhappy about the monotony of my life though I just don't seem to have the energy to make it eventful. One bright spot of course is that I haven't given up yet. OK, so the point is that I should write about this past and make myself happy. Here I go...
I was born about 30 years ago in a small place in N.K, both my parents hailing from there though my father migrated to S.K in 1972 to be a teacher in a small place there(which I shall refer to as 'my place' henceforth). My mother recalls that day as having been the first rainy day of the year and it seems it rained very heavily. I used to be quite proud of this fact for no reason. My father is the eldest of his family and as is the trend, his parents weren't too pleased with a girl child. Then to compound the problem, there came the naming fiasco. I was expected to be named Maadevi(custom says that the first girl should be named after the grandmother and the boy after the grandfather) but after my mother's side relatives rejected it saying too old fashioned, was named something else. My grandma of course got very angry and for years never called me by my name, though I don't remember her having been unduly severe on me as such.
Little more on my parents today....My father has 3 siblings and all of them are settled at or around the native place. My father came through a lot of hardships which wasn't uncommon for many in his generation - studying against his father's wishes and finally getting a job as a Kannada teacher in my place at the age of 20. He was one of the first few to have come out of that place and there have been many after him. I've inherited quite a few things from him - fondness for stage,music,sports and nature, my nose, my early grey hair, my laziness, procrastination, I don't know what else...But I think he's ahead of me in all the aspects that I mentioned above!
My mother is the fifth of the seven siblings - 5 men and 3 ladies, mostly settled outside. Same struggle story there too, though because of lack of wherewithal. My grandpa was a poor teacher stuck in the court battles trying to recover his small property from tress passers. Children were hardworking and very united and with generous help from the well-to-do uncles, the sons came up quite well in life. Sisters were adored very well but I'm surprised that they actually gave my mother away in a not so well-to-do family. Must've fallen for my father's good nature which was given more importance in those days at least...
Enough for today I guess. A hard day's labour awaits me tomorrow and I'd better get some sleep....Goodnight!
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