International Brother's Day - My brothers..

My Brothers.. 

I wasn't aware of this international brother's day till i received the above picture from my elder brother Vasanth.. That's a wonderful morphing pic created by him.. This picture reminded me of the real picture of us.. I would like to share that picture too at this moment..

Woww... Isn't it lovely.. This picture was taken in my first birthday...look at me... Crying.. May be my brothers could have made something to stop me crying.. Whenever i see this photo i always think life could have remained the same.. Those were lovely days.. I still remember the days how my brothers took care of me like a little princess.. I do remember a day when i was studying grade I, our Amma went to buy provisions to a shop which is bit far from our house. She was delayed that day, and I started crying. You know what my brothers did.. They started consoling me, they washed my face, changed my frock, combed my hair, powdered my face, kept bindi and made me ready thinking at least my Amma would reach before they finish all these make up.. But unfortunately Amma didn't reach home.. So they both held my little hand on either side of me and took me to the bus stop where my Amma would reach.

I do remember the days we went to school together. I was studying grade I and my brothers were in Grade 5 and Grade 4. Most of the days, after lunch i never went to my class. My class teacher used to search me and reach any one of my brothers class to see me sleeping on my brother's lap.. Lovely days.. 

If i need to talk about my teenage, my brothers were super protective. Vasanth anna and I used to walk to school and Vino anna goes in cycle. I never felt the tiredness of walking to school as Vasanth anna tells lot of stories. I need not go for movie, Vasanth anna brings every scene in front of my eyes. 

Vino anna.. Doesn't speak much but his love was always felt with his authoritative commands of protection. I remember a day when i was in Grade II and Vino anna was in Grade 7. Our house was in first floor and that evening i was standing in front of my friend house in ground floor with a skirt worn above a long petticoat (those days the so called innerware slip is called as petticoat stitched out of thick white cotton cloth) and without a top over my petticoat which looked like a sleeveless top. I was happily playing around and my Vino anna returned home, seeing me in that costume he called me to home and the moment i entered the house i received a tight slap in my face. May be that day it was painful but now that's the one reason behind my proper professional dressing. 

As all other children, we were also very naughty.. But our naughtiness was always when our Appa and Amma goes out together and leave us at home.. That's the time the engineering skill of Vino anna and cooking skill of Vasanth anna would come out. We explore the house and the kitchen.. Result of which is loss of wheat, rice, maida flours, amma's watch, old radio and few other electronic gadgets.  Though we all are hand in glove, but because of my father's tough tone i would become the approver. Even though my brothers get scoldings they had never showed hatred towards me.

We were the role models in our police colony.  I have heard one aunty saying that she corrects her clock by seeing my Vasanth anna leaving for school. And because of my Vino anna my colony boys had never turned towards me or my friends to tease.

If i start to say about my brothers this post will be a never ending post. So let this be the introductory post and more to come in future..

The life of a girl with brothers are always colorful and bright.  A girl with brothers can never become an orphan.. 

I Love my brothers.. 

AMMA

Hello my dear friends...

Great to meet you all again with my post... i was thinking what  to write in my blog... where to start, how to start and what can be my first topic... the moment i thought about my FIRST topic.. The only image popped out is my "AMMA"..

AMMA... it's a magical word.. not just the word.. that one word has everything within it.. The first look i remember about my Amma is always with a sweet smile in her lips, a medium sized maroon kumkum in her forehead and in the parting of the hair, neatly plaited hair and the dripping water in the end of the plaited hair, serenely draped saree, and the pleasant voice... 

She was a perfect wife for my dad.. they are a made for each other couple. Amma, didn't speak a word against my Appa until her children got married.. i have never seen her sit idle until she was 62 years.  Amma, before her wedding she could have been a good  friend to all.. as far i understood from the old photographs and from the incidents shared by my uncles and aunties my amma lived her life like a princess, though she hailed from a poor family.  She didn't know to cook or do any house hold works.  She learnt everything only after she married my Appa.. Though she learnt everything late, she had never made any mistake in raising all 3 of us.

She always kept herself busy. Until we were school goers, she used to raise up early morning, prepare food, get us ready to school, sent appa to work, then she will start with her routine cleaning, washing duties till we reach back home in the evening.. After we reach home, evening snacks, studies, dinner all were taken care by her without any tiredness...

When i was in my college days, she was the best friend of mine.. We talk everything under the sky.. i share all the stories and incidents.. she never interrupted my stories. Silently listen to my stories and then guided me with what is right and wrong. She taught me to love people without any expectations, she taught me to be patient in all situations. She taught me to respect everyone.

Amma, when she was in her second childhood, she was completely transformed as a baby of 5-6 years who is adamant in everything to get her work done.  She is so fond of sweets and snacks.  Last year, same time when i met her, she expressed her desire to eat her favourite sweet and snacks. That was a great wonder to me when she asked me to get what she wanted, because amma had never expressed what she wanted in her life, she always took care of all our needs. she was happy fulfilling our needs.

After all these, she spoke to me many things... may be she would have felt that, that was the last conversation with her daughter.. she spoke about all 3 of us.. she again insisted me to be patient, whatsoever situation may be. Amma told me to take care of my family well.. she told me to maintain a good relationship with my brothers.. she reconfirmed that all her 3 children family life are safe, secured and happy and said "Everything seems to be good, and hence forth there will not be any disturbance from me, all be good and safe".

That was the last conscious words spoken by my Amma to me in person.. later i saw her in hospital on 24th May 2019, a 72 year lady turned out to be a 10 year old kid. Amma was not stable.. she was struggling between 10 yrs, 40 yrs and 72 yrs. Scolded like 72, Adamant like 10 and Ordered like when she was in her 40s. 

On 4th June, she started to prepare all of us for her last journey, she was taken to hospital on an emergency and on 5th June afternoon she had cardiac arrest yet she didn't leave as she was waiting to meet her elder son.  She never made us feel guilty, she did not made us think that we were not with her while she takes her last breath.  Though she is almost lost conscious, her heart was beating till all her children reach her.  She did not leave this world without the notice of none... When we 3 children and our partners surrounded, her soul departed this world.

Today, "who we are" is all because of you AMMA.. The life we live is not by the knowledge we gained in this world, it's all because of the LOVE AND GUIDANCE you are still providing us.  Though you are not physically present with us, your PRESENCE is always felt by all of us in every deed we do.

We prefer to be born as your children again and again. 

Love you Amma.. 

My First Blog in English

Hello All...

I am Maria Merlin Vidya.. i started to scribble and called it as poem.. in tamil "Kavithai" in the year 2008 when i had hours of free time... 2016 changed many things in my life and that's when i stopped thinking about lot many things..

Now.. this lock down woke me up from the deep sleep... my life... none other.. my hubby reminded me about Natchatraa... let me try to pen up few of my life experiences and the moments i learnt what life is all about....

Hope to get your comments to boost my writing skills...

See you all soon in my next post...

Love you all...