I am not sure whether I have reached the age to feel nostalgic as I just touched the quarter century 🙂

Yesterday evening when I heard my manager’s daughter talking to him over the phone, my mind ran two decades back.

Those days, telephones were not common, so my brother and I were very proud having one at home. Daily before getting out from the office, Dad gives us a ring to know whether he needs to shop something. Most of the days, my list will contain comics (or any book) and fried groundnuts. But Dad never got bored with buying me comics and books. Actually he has a big role in making me a book-worm. 🙂

My brother and I used to fight for picking up the telephone when it rings. We had this usual prank of making fool of each other by dialing 161.

But today, if the phone rings, three of us would look at Mom without raising our bums from the couch.

At times drastic changes in life take away a lot of our favorite matters. Until I moved out of home, it was usual to take a slow and long evening walk with Dad on Sunday after the 4pm movie.Both of us would talk about almost everything under the Sun during the walk. Since it’s Sunday evening, roads are deserted. So we walk into infinity. He would talk about his job, our family, our culture, values of education, necessity of being financially independent and NEVER to feel inferior just because I am a girl. Very rarely he used to miss Sunday walks with me.

As both my parents had job for five days, Sunday was special for us. There were times when my brother and I used to feel that it is Sunday if parents were at home during weekdays 🙂

Last week when I took a couple of days vacation, I missed the summer holidays badly. Summer holidays was filled with fun and pile of story books to read. We played cricket day and night, watched TV without missing any of our favorite shows, turned our couch into a bed as we slept on it most of the nights, ate our favorite foods without any breaks, cycled until we got tired or until we reached any dead-end while finding out some new routes, waited for the exam results to get announced so that we can celebrate, made list of new goodies to buy for the next academic year and a lot more. I don’t know whether summers changed or not, but those days’ summers were not as hot as today’. Playing in the Sun for the day never made us irritated, but today going out without sun screen and sun glasses have made life terrible. (Or was it because those days we were not worried about looks and complexion? 😀 )

Once Mom, brother and I were out for shopping and an unexpected rain made us run holding just one umbrella which Mom carries in her hand bag. All in a sudden I shouted to my brother saying “Make sure Mom is not getting drenched. If she falls sick, then we will be in trouble”. Though I blurted the truth, Mom still makes fun of me. But what I told came truly from my heart. If any of us fall sick, little it did change in our living. But when Mom fall sick, then three of us go crazy doing the household chores 😉 ;)More than being crazy, we felt that our home is dead as we can’t walk behind her telling day’s stories or to make her run behind us for doing some stupid pranks or to have a fair mediator for our fights or put us in sleep by telling stories from her college English text books.

Those times will never come back as today all are busy in their own worlds. Life certainly changed for the good, but still those memories do make a difference at times.

PS : Perhaps, because of this yearning that I still read comics, I still make Dad buy me comics plus fried groundnuts when I am home and my brother and I still play pranks with Mom even though she shouts at us “Grow Up!!!”

This entry is a part of the contest at in association with


Giving Up A LIFE

It is like an uninvited guest during our lazy weekends.

But some people make appointments with death when they shatter in their lives.

It is been 10 years that my best buddies’ bro killed himself.He hanged himself after coming back from school.
The teacher punished him in front of the class and he couldn’t bear the embarrassment.He was in 7th std then and the youngest one in the family.

Last evening while talking over the coffee with Sudheshna,Madhu and Priya,they were telling suicide stories that happened in their college.

1)She studied in the regional language till 12th std.After getting inside the college,it became difficult for her to follow the lessons in english. She tried hard to cope with the curriculum but failed terribly. One fine morning the hostel woke up hearing her demise.

2)She was a district topper in 12th and a brilliant athlete. She joined college hearing about the scary Engineering Mechanics subject. She started having sleepless night thinking about studying the subject after hearing the bitter experiences from the seniors.She too fell in the failed group and she hanged herself.

3)Beauty made her the center of attraction in the college.After carefully choosing a good guy as her boyfriend,she went on cloud nine as a celebrity in the college.When the guy left her,she couldn’t bear the embarrassment and the teasing from her friends.She wrote a letter explaining the reason and killed herself on her way back to home.

What is happening to our youngsters?Are they brought up as WEAK personalities?

Why do these young men and women give up for silly reasons?Why are they NOT taught to screw back the life/fate when their life get screwed?Where is their potential to see the life as a gifted one?


Killing yourself is COWARDICE.It is like running away from the reality.

Have you ever thought that how you are remembered after your suicide?The world will tell that you are a LOSER.They will say “Duh!!He/she didn’t even had the guts and potential to change things in his/her life.”

Instead if you had put in some effort,your life would have been changed.Always remember that there is NOBODY in this world who had never failed or being embarrassed or being in bad times or being shattered at some point of time in their lives.bad times will make you strong and just because something bad happened in your life doesn’t mean that your life is always bad.


It is not just parents but the duty of teachers and elders to make sure that they make the kids aware about the bad times in life.Rather than hiding the financial crisis or bad times in family,it is always better to make the kids also part of the bad times.Rather than complaining about not doing well in school/college,parents or teachers can spend some time with the kids to know the reason behind their poor performance.Also,it is better to raise the kids making them hear about true stories about people who are close to you who overcame bad times in their life.Parents should make the kids feel that even when the world leave/blame them,they can always come back under the wings of the family.

Most of the suicide attempts could have stopped if they had somebody to talk it out their burden and a shoulder to cry on till they feel better.

NEVER make an impression in your kids’ mind that there is another LIFE.Teach them that there is ONLY ONE LIFE.If we lose it,then it is a loss forever.

Let them grow up knowing the value of being alive as a HUMAN BEING.

Related Read