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Rodrick’s Father.

Rodrick’s father was a very strict man. He would run his house on strict discipline. An inch of deviation and the deviating person would have to face his ire. Now Rodrick was his darling son but Mathew (Rodrick’s father) was stricter with him as Rodrick was a growing kid and he felt the children who are growing up need more discipline and regularity in their work and life.

The rules which Rodrick had to follow were:-

*Getting up at 5:00 am early in the morning.

*Doing exercises for about an hour.

*Then performing the Surya Namaskar.

*Before going to school revising what had been taught the previous day.

*After coming home from school, an hour of sleep.

*Two hours continuous study and then playing in the evening for an hour.

*Watching on T.V. for thirty minutes.

*Computer games for thirty minutes.

*Then again study for two hours.

*Have dinner.

*Read story books for thirty minutes.

*The go to bed at 10:30 pm.

This was Rodrick’s daily routine without a variation.

With that there were few other rules also. Rodrick couldn’t have chocolates, ice creams in which chocolate was present and any chocolaty food. This was his father’s rule.

On the other hand Rodrick loved having chocolates. His heart would go out to the chocolates but he was helpless. In this matter of chocolates, Rodrick’s mother was his best friend. She understood that he liked chocolates, so she would take him on shopping trips and would buy him big chocolate bars and Rodrick had to finish up the bar of chocolate before reaching home. She would tell him-“Finish it up quickly, don’t take it home.” Rodrick would listen to her like an obedient child.

Even at school whenever somebody would give him a toffee or a chocolate, he would have it in the tiffin break.

It was a sad situation for him.

One day Rodrick was playing in the evening with a tennis ball which he used to carry with him to school. His mother had bought him two tennis balls. So he had kept one in the drawer and the other was the one with which he was playing. That night he went to sleep without putting the ball back into the bag. At nearly twelve when he woke up as he was feeling restless, he remembered that he had forgotten to keep the ball back into the bag. When he got up, he could hear television sounds. He knew that his father used to watch late night movies, so he didn’t bother. When he was searching for the ball, he came near the drawing room and heard the sound of something being unwrapped. He took a peep from behind the curtains (he didn’t the have the courage to look directly inside the drawing room where his father was watching the television) and what did he see? He saw his father unwrapping a cadbury chocolate bar. He couldn’t believe his eyes, so he took a closer look and he clearly saw his highly strict father taking a big bite of the chocolate bar.

Rodrick immediately rushed to his mother, woke her up and took her to the drawing room.

On seeing her husband amazingly eating chocolate, she thought that she was dreaming, but when she saw him taking bites after bites she realized that she was not dreaming.

She entered the room. Her husband, who upon noticing his wife and son in the room, looked very startled. She asked him-“You are eating chocolates? You always advise us not to eat chocolates and yet you are eating chocolates like a school kid.”

Mathew-“I was hungry. So I was eating it. Today in my office, a colleague gave us all a bar of chocolate each as his son had scored well in the exams.”

His wife-“So? It’s your rule that chocolates are bad for teeth, then how can you break it when we all follow it religiously.”

Mathew-“For eating chocolates, you need strong and mature teeth, which only I have.”

His wife-“That’s plain hypocrisy. I know that when you were little you had lost two of your teeth to cavities due to eating chocolates, yet you deviate from your own law.”

Mathew-“See that’s the reason I strongly say no to chocolates.”

His wife-“Yet at midnight you are eating it. From today onwards there shall be no ban on chocolates. My son can have atleast half a bar of chocolate everyday and I shall take care, that he doesn’t develop cavities.”

Mathew knew he was defeated, so he regained his role as the head of the family and in a solemn and strict voice-“Do as you please, but please let me watch the remaining part of the movie in peace.”

Rodrick hugged his mother, for he knew that  from that day onwards, no one would stop him from eating chocolates at his home and Rodrick’s mother was also very happy, as she too liked chocolates and often thought of using them in her dessert dishes, but refrained from doing so as her husband had banned it.

The whispers said that even Mathew was happy as he too liked chocolates, but couldn’t eat them as he was afraid of his own built up rule.

After this Mathew became more of a friend to his son and their relationship was thousand times better and chocolaty.
Adios!

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My Mother’s Saree.

My mother has a Baluchari saree. Baba had bought it for her in Kolkata many years back.

I had seen the saree many times, but had not noticed anything special about it. Today when Ma took it out from the wardrobe, I saw that the pallu/anchal i.e. endpiece of the saree was full of depicted drawings.

 I took a closer look and saw that it wasn’t any plain drawing, but the whole Ramayana was depicted on the saree. On one image I could see Rama was shooting arrows against a deer. In another image I saw Sita ma sitting and thinking deeply about something.

The saree is of orange and black colour. It is extremely soft. The work is extremely intricate.

Fine silk thread has been in making the saree and it is a gorgeous and beautiful saree.

It is a special Baluchari saree. Baluchari sarees were first made in Baluchar village in Murshidabad, West Bengal. That’s where the saree get it’s name from. Mostly all Baluchari sarees have Ramayan depicted on it.

The whole of Ramayana was depicted very nicely. But mind you, these drawing were not the work of computer imagery or painting or some other form of drawing. They were pure handiwork of saree artisans who have handstiched the whole of the series.

I asked Ma-“Where had you worn this saree?”

Ma replied-“To my cousin’s marriage and in many other functions.”

I told Ma that I was very happy that she had such a saree.

Adios!

Image courtesy of By Atudu – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=46712966

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All Smiles.

I am all smiles,

As I am very happy.

Beyond Words,

Beyond Definition.

I am all smiles,

It’s my day.

For Ma has made vanilla ice cream,

Strawberry pan cakes,

And a beautiful cheese cake.

I am all smiles,

As I won today.

I am all smiles,

For none could beat me.

I am all smiles,

For it’s a day of celebrations.

I am all smiles,

For happiness is unlimited.

So is this creation.

Adios!

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An old letter

An old letter which was from my aunt, kept in my old school bag, maybe twenty years old. It was kept in my old notebook. This morning I opened it. It was well lit. It gave me lot of love. Aunt wrote-that soon she would see me and congratulated me that I have taken care of my handwriting.

Advised me to take care of the spellings. It smelled of her. It smelled of my childhood. It smelled of her love. It is still there. The love and care she posted, I post it to you. Hope it will be liked by you. It has touched me and it will remain with me forever. I remember whenever I used to get good marks, she would congratulate by letters and sometimes she would come and buy me many gifts. Gifts are always unique as they signifies anybody’s love and concern for you. Among many gifts, there was a toy train which I used to play imagining myself on the Darjeeling hill top. Today I feel very happy that this memory is intact and my mind’s age has not retreated from the fun of playing with that train. I love you aunt. You inspired me by appreaciating me. By playing with me. Today this post is for you.Do you know aunt that I made friends? I went to Darjeeling. It was very very cold, as all of you know and when I shook my hands with the Gorkha children of my age, they laughed very much as my hands were in gloves and they weren’t wearing any. They were cheerful and in their language they pointed towards the food stall and gestured to proceed there. A lady was making some food in a steamer. It had stuffed cabbage inside which all three of us liked very much and later came to know it’s name. It is none other than “Momo”. I can still remember, I wore my mother’s childhood coat and had two sweaters which you knitted for me. It was all love that was knitted in it. Be always in those lovely mood as I did not get old, you are still young too. I love you. I love you all mothers who blessed me.

I have many more stories about my aunt, I would write later on.

Adios!