This is my story....
it all began just as other normal guys do come out to the world...
but to be briefed about its not complete yet.which means i haven't passed away yet.
as you can read across there were tragedy ,romance ,happiness,and feelings of being left alone.
On july 1 1992 a Wednesday as a normal i got out to this world with lot of joy to my parents :).
i was born at vadakara a local area where there were lot of fishermen and beach area people lived by.Since my birth i came to know my dad 'saleem' wont be around all time because he had been working all along in Qatar to meet the ever demanding needs of my dads as well as my moms 'shahar banu' family.so, i was brought up without being my dads scoldings.
My childhood days were awesome coz the kids around me were like me :)
I lived with my grandparents and my aunt taking care of me.my mom used to go for her b.ed education and hence, i was home with my grandparents and aunt.they made me the most loved son
as i was the first child to born at my moms house.those days as kids used to be not likely to food i too was fond of only good food.And i had a kind of hate of eating it all by myself.so my aunt 'shahina' used to feed me running behind me.
I had to visit my dads place when mom used to return for her college vacations.\oh come on' like a twin brother i too had a cousin.where i was a kind of naughty he was the quite one.As the nature says once naughty always never remains same.He had grown up to be like my twin brother.
so where ever i was there he too was there.That's the hard part.He was the most liked by one by my dad and mom and this made me crazy.you could see where ever i was he too was there.and neighbors and my friends started calling us as 'kannas' and 'kadalas' as we were seen together which meant like a character in a malayalam movie that's the jug and paper.i don't know how it was made like that, how could those two unrelated items be so close friends names in a movie.
we would always fight and parents had trouble keeping us tied.well this guy has a craze toward sweets and tea that's what im not fond of.I dont know what made me hate them both.especially when eat sugary items like laddoo and jaggery it made my tongue taste bitter.those times we were at my dads home in kuttiady in a small village called 'parakkadav' .The place is just 2 km away from kuttiady.Those days it was difficult to get buses instead there was these jeeps that used to make trips from kuttiady to paleri .They were both small towns.my dads 'tharavad' as you would call was a little short walk from 'parakkadavu'.It was a little bit long to walk from 'parakkadav' to my home.This house as i think was acquired by my dad and his brothers from some other people.This house too had a lot of memories for me to remember.Those neighbors we had were much friendlier.being in my dads house is less as compared to being in my moms house.I dont know why I cant remember much being there.Moms house i could say as was a heaven being there with my grandparents.As I was the first child born there so, they loved me more. Then when mom used to leave for her studies inorder to stop me from crying grandad used to bring all my favorite stuff.As i have told i liked more of chilli stuff.so from that one of my favorite stuff was 'kappa kolli'.My grand dad knew my taste so he would bring all my favorites right after his work.
Those times my moms house was in vadakara town.in a place called 'thazheyangadi'.its just a miniature town in vadakara. There was my grand dads shop right in the middle of 'thazheyangadi'.There is this mujahid mosque which was one of the oldest of its type.still it remains as a monument for keeping the nostalgias of thazheyangadi.those times when i was not there in my dads place i would be enjoying my times with ma buddies next door,granddad as a told by story was a strict character.
My mom used to remind me those days when mom was in school used to get lots of beatings.that too not only for studies even not for reaching home on time.my granddad was one of the wel known person arround the town.he was the local doctor for those people in that area and all the schools and colleges near by.He was once the leader in that locality .There was this school which was just close to grand dads office of which he was the local doctor.so when any case comes from school.The teachers would call my grand dad first.
He used to say his one of the masterpiece was a hair oil that he had innovated .I still dont understand why he named it 'kanaka pathra' and the models picture kept for the advertisement was the picture of my mom.
May be its because she had the most beautiful hair in town.you must say her friends where crazy about its length.god knows how she kept it that long.girls are masters in keping their hair long and tidy.she used to say during her college days her friends used to buy the same oil looking at the length of her hair.grand dads family was the series of never ending doctors from his grand dad who was a great ayurvedic doctor.may be thats not the time when there were English doctors.so, they sticked on to ayurvedic treatments.my grand was short it was not a mistake by either his parents or by himself.
At his childhood there was this kind of disease spreading arround and these were said to be incurable.they called it 'vasoori'.I still dont know its english name is.He said to me during those time that disease was not curable.so, those people who had it were not meant to come out of room or make any contact with any other human being as they were kind of spreading disease.it made my small child heart to sob thinking they put him in a small room to suffer.That made his body and his pointing finger to stop its growth.I liked him feeding me and that too with his pointing finger.He used to roll small small balls of rice without using his pointing finger.they were lovely and tasty.He showered his love to me in those balls of rice.
it all began just as other normal guys do come out to the world...
but to be briefed about its not complete yet.which means i haven't passed away yet.
as you can read across there were tragedy ,romance ,happiness,and feelings of being left alone.
On july 1 1992 a Wednesday as a normal i got out to this world with lot of joy to my parents :).
i was born at vadakara a local area where there were lot of fishermen and beach area people lived by.Since my birth i came to know my dad 'saleem' wont be around all time because he had been working all along in Qatar to meet the ever demanding needs of my dads as well as my moms 'shahar banu' family.so, i was brought up without being my dads scoldings.
My childhood days were awesome coz the kids around me were like me :)
I lived with my grandparents and my aunt taking care of me.my mom used to go for her b.ed education and hence, i was home with my grandparents and aunt.they made me the most loved son
as i was the first child to born at my moms house.those days as kids used to be not likely to food i too was fond of only good food.And i had a kind of hate of eating it all by myself.so my aunt 'shahina' used to feed me running behind me.
I had to visit my dads place when mom used to return for her college vacations.\oh come on' like a twin brother i too had a cousin.where i was a kind of naughty he was the quite one.As the nature says once naughty always never remains same.He had grown up to be like my twin brother.
so where ever i was there he too was there.That's the hard part.He was the most liked by one by my dad and mom and this made me crazy.you could see where ever i was he too was there.and neighbors and my friends started calling us as 'kannas' and 'kadalas' as we were seen together which meant like a character in a malayalam movie that's the jug and paper.i don't know how it was made like that, how could those two unrelated items be so close friends names in a movie.
we would always fight and parents had trouble keeping us tied.well this guy has a craze toward sweets and tea that's what im not fond of.I dont know what made me hate them both.especially when eat sugary items like laddoo and jaggery it made my tongue taste bitter.those times we were at my dads home in kuttiady in a small village called 'parakkadav' .The place is just 2 km away from kuttiady.Those days it was difficult to get buses instead there was these jeeps that used to make trips from kuttiady to paleri .They were both small towns.my dads 'tharavad' as you would call was a little short walk from 'parakkadavu'.It was a little bit long to walk from 'parakkadav' to my home.This house as i think was acquired by my dad and his brothers from some other people.This house too had a lot of memories for me to remember.Those neighbors we had were much friendlier.being in my dads house is less as compared to being in my moms house.I dont know why I cant remember much being there.Moms house i could say as was a heaven being there with my grandparents.As I was the first child born there so, they loved me more. Then when mom used to leave for her studies inorder to stop me from crying grandad used to bring all my favorite stuff.As i have told i liked more of chilli stuff.so from that one of my favorite stuff was 'kappa kolli'.My grand dad knew my taste so he would bring all my favorites right after his work.
Those times my moms house was in vadakara town.in a place called 'thazheyangadi'.its just a miniature town in vadakara. There was my grand dads shop right in the middle of 'thazheyangadi'.There is this mujahid mosque which was one of the oldest of its type.still it remains as a monument for keeping the nostalgias of thazheyangadi.those times when i was not there in my dads place i would be enjoying my times with ma buddies next door,granddad as a told by story was a strict character.
My mom used to remind me those days when mom was in school used to get lots of beatings.that too not only for studies even not for reaching home on time.my granddad was one of the wel known person arround the town.he was the local doctor for those people in that area and all the schools and colleges near by.He was once the leader in that locality .There was this school which was just close to grand dads office of which he was the local doctor.so when any case comes from school.The teachers would call my grand dad first.
He used to say his one of the masterpiece was a hair oil that he had innovated .I still dont understand why he named it 'kanaka pathra' and the models picture kept for the advertisement was the picture of my mom.
May be its because she had the most beautiful hair in town.you must say her friends where crazy about its length.god knows how she kept it that long.girls are masters in keping their hair long and tidy.she used to say during her college days her friends used to buy the same oil looking at the length of her hair.grand dads family was the series of never ending doctors from his grand dad who was a great ayurvedic doctor.may be thats not the time when there were English doctors.so, they sticked on to ayurvedic treatments.my grand was short it was not a mistake by either his parents or by himself.
At his childhood there was this kind of disease spreading arround and these were said to be incurable.they called it 'vasoori'.I still dont know its english name is.He said to me during those time that disease was not curable.so, those people who had it were not meant to come out of room or make any contact with any other human being as they were kind of spreading disease.it made my small child heart to sob thinking they put him in a small room to suffer.That made his body and his pointing finger to stop its growth.I liked him feeding me and that too with his pointing finger.He used to roll small small balls of rice without using his pointing finger.they were lovely and tasty.He showered his love to me in those balls of rice.
