write about anyone occasion that you enjoyed the most with your grandparents and how you helped them to make that occasion unforgettable
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There are a lot of memorable moments I have had with my grandparents. Before I tell a few, a little story here.
I grew up in a joint family with my parents, grandparents and chacha-chachi (uncle & aunt) & their kids living together under one roof. My buas (father's sisters) remained a frequent visitor to our home. So I am a little too much into family bondings.
I am the eldest granddaughter of the house and we are four (including two of my chacha). Because I had this “advantage” of being born first, I have always enjoyed more importance, more preference, favouritism and more attention from everyone in the house; but most of all, from my grandparents. I have remained one of the most pampered child of the house, more than my sisters. My grandparents have special affection towards me and their clear-cut partiality is visible to everyone, which I totally enjoy.
Let me first tell you some memorable moments with my grandfather (baba).
My grandfather passed away last year and it felt like my heart was ripped right out of my body. I was too much attached to my baba.
From the stories that he told me, when I was born he was so happy that he distributed sweets in the entire neighborhood. Celebrations continued for days. Everyone was so happy.
My grandfather took me for my nursery class admission in school and specifically made a 3 year old me sit in teacher's lap for the interview (yes, they asked basic questions like what is your name, where do you live blah blah).
On my 4th birthday, he made little give-away packets which had chocolates, cookies and stationary for everyone in my class. I still remember that carton full of packets that he made me distribute to my class as everyone wished me a happy birthday. This memory is fresh in my mind as if it happened yesterday.
My grandfather used to tell me so many stories. But he also made me courageous. I was a little meek child. When I refused to sleep as a kid, someone from my family scared me off from the watchman. When he whistled at night and banged his stick on road, I used to cry. My grandfather said this would make me a scared child forever. So one night when the watchman was on duty, my grandfather stopped him and made me shake hands with him. He introduced me to him and told me that there is nothing to be scared about. He is there for our safety. I stopped fearing him thereafter.
When I was 3 or 4 years old, he had made me memorize Gayatri Mantra and one of the most-known Gita mantra- ‘yadaa yadaa hi dharmasya glanirbhavati bharatah, abyutthaanam adharmasya tadaatmaanam srijaamyaham'. (Sanskrit Shlok)
All of my grandfather's friends also considered me their granddaughter. Whoever are still alive today, meet me with same love and affection as my Baba. They all have my childhood stories to narrate whenever I meet them. I was also their favourite.
When I was 2.5 years old, my grandparents had taken me along them to Mount Abu, Rajasthan for a holiday. I had neither missed my parents, nor cried in the entire trip. I still have old pictures in my childhood album.
My grandfather had migrated from West Punjab (now Pakistan) after partition in 1947. I have countless memories of my grandfather giving me first-hand narration on what happened, how he escaped and countless tales that I would hear with much enthusiasm.
My grandfather had a proficiency in Urdu. I used to sometimes write poetry in the language and ask him to read. He would feel so proud. I guess I imbibed that from him. Unfortunately I didn't learn to write or read Urdu from him.
It was my Baba who went with me in all my school PTMs (Parents-Teacher Meeting). It was he who suggested that I should pursue Journalism as my career. He got my admission in college for that.
Now about my grandmother. She is about 85 years old and healthy.
My grandmother (Dadi) gave overly affection to me. Much like my Baba, I am also my dadi's pet. In fact, I call her Mumma (mother).
She took complete care of me when I was a baby. She bathed me. She made me sleep, cleaned my poop, rubbed oil on me and made me learn how to walk. Yeah, she is a great mother-in-law. My mother hardly had to do all this because my dadi took it all on her.
My dadi gives the best hot oil head massages. If I got tired, she used to even give me foot massages. I am in hostel now, but whenever I go to my home, she just holds my hands and starts pressing them gently, telling me that I might be tired and I deserve some relaxing massage.
My dadi talks to me like I am her daughter. She shares all her secrets with me. She is intriguing and keeps asking me a lot of questions as well. Sometimes these questions are so personal that they leave me red faced, But dadi is dadi
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