Today December 25th 2010, the day of celebration, i am going to start my life again. Yes i am starting to blog my autobiography. First i would like to show my gratitude to all the existence, for giving me this life. I am so blessed to have this life.
Every Persons biggest day in their life, is the day when they enter this world. Yes, what i mean is everybody's birthday. Before going to my birthday, I need to write about the king and queen of my kingdom and their dum dum dum. They are none other than my mom and dad.
My mom, Indira Gandhi the queen was born in Tiruchuli on May8th of 1968. She is very innocent, likes freedom, loves music, has lots of love on the inside but rarely shows outside, in shot she is sweet. My mom has a sister, and she also had a brother but he did not last long. My grandpa does not like to work. So my grand ma has to take care of all the things. Obviously, as a elder girl in the family, my mom had taken responsibility from the childhood itself. My mom has to cook and take care of her sister before leaving to the school. After coming back from the school she has to do all the household work. Dam she missed all the fun from the child hood itself. She started hiding all the desires, creativity etc.. To make it simple she started hiding herself
My King, Jeyaraj was born in Madurai on 29th Jan of 1955. He is a diehard business man, always fears about the future. My Dad is the last kid of the family. But my grandmother died in six months time from my father's birth. So my daddy was left uncared from the beginning itself. My daddy was brought up by her sister. But my father did not have that motherhood feeling thought his life. He started earning money very early. But that money created vengeance in my father’s mind. But i would not say that is wrong. Because, the people in the family started to look after him because of the only reason money. Because of these experiences he started believing and still believes, money can bring anything, all the relationships are false, and everybody is money minded. But deep down, he has a very childish heart; his heart goes out to the needles.
Both of them had different experiences and both of them expects different things in their life. It was the year 1985, my mom was 18 at that time and my dad was 31 (Seems too much difference isn't it). Both of them are not ready for the marriage. But in the end on March 24th a beautiful Sunday, my dad tied the knot on my mom. Marriage happened on the open and everybody showered their blessings. Like all the couples, for the first few days, both of them are trying to impress each other and other blah... blah...But after one month of the marriage my father had a very big fight with his family in madurai and he came out of the family with my mother. He had nothing and he came to aruppukottai to my mom's house and started staying with my maternal grandpa, grandmother and grand grandmother.
My father loves food. He won’t compromise in the food. And he was a chain smoker. He can get tensed easily, and if he is tensed then there will be boom in the family. But the funniest part he wont show any tension outside the family, he will show all the business tension all the other... within the family. Obviously, you can only show the anger and happiness to the persons you love. Anger will come out only in fear. For my father he did not want to lose in anything in life. This activity started bringing hatred within my mom and others in the family. Within a week there will be atleast 4 fights, my mom will be beaten up, my grandmother will quarrel, but the reason for the fight will be very idiotic like salt is not in the sambar etc.., which won’t be the actual reason. But to make it a starting point, the world war will start from there. As the life is going miserable and miserable for my mom she started adapting to it.
In the meantime of all the above some good news, my mom got conceived on May 1985. Everybody's happy. Even though my father is happy, deep inside he had feared of how I am going to raise my child. Days rolled, everything remains the same, the worry except my mother’s stomach, it kept on growing, growing. Finally, the moment came on Feb 18th 1986; my mom had her delivery pain. It was around 10'o clock my mom was taken to the hospital. The doctor's name is raji guna singh. She was taken in for the delivery. Everybody was much tensed. Like what we see in old Tamil films my father started rooming here and there. As usual, all the elders were praying for a boy. It was almost going to be 2 hours. But when the clock dicks 12'o clock, everybody heard a shuddering sound of my mother, followed by sweet little baby cry. Yes, the baby was born, everybody rushed to the doors, after 10 mins doctor came out. Everybody's eye lit up, and the doctor asked for my father. My father rushed in front, doctor replied "congratulation, you have a boy. Both my mother and the baby are fine". Everybody was happy, especially my grand’s, since the baby is a boy. My mother was unconscious and after 10 mins the baby was brought out. My father took the baby in hand and with happiness and excitement, he looked into its eyes. The baby looked innocently. Everybody started praising my mother, "Indira brought us a cute boy" this is usual because in those days if you give birth to a boy everybody will praise you, but the fact is you cannot decide these things. But my father, looking at the baby, deep inside he told himself, "I am going to raise my son how what I wanted to be, I am going to give him everything i have missed". The baby started having a slight smile. From there I have started my journey in this life. Cute little baby born is me.
