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Having only known you by way of stories and letters, I have come to realize how beautiful of a family you have knitted together. You went to be with the Lord a little to soon for me to gain conscience of anyone's existence, and left a whole legacy behind for me to admire. But some days, when I listen to my peers' experience with their grandparents, I wonder how different of a world it would be for me to have you physically present here. <\/p>
For starters, I know that I would've been a fatter kid and I would have had no problem with it. <\/p>
I know that my evenings would be spent by your feet, whilst you busied yourself into weaving jasmines together, and narrating stories of old. <\/p>
I know that you would have listened to me go on about my day as you voice out genuine concern.\nI know you would have provided me a reassuring word when my doubt overwhelms me. <\/p>
I know that you would have prayed for me every single day and taught me wonderful revelations of God. <\/p>
But, you've sent many people along the way who have filled the gap of your presence in my life and have helped me pave ways in a path as callous as the one I'm on; who, by being disconnected by blood, were connected by love. I'm grateful for who you were and what you are. I will constantly aspire to be as resilient as you were. And when we meet someday, I hope you'll say, \"Well done, my child.\"\n\n<\/p>"}]
He remembers everything he did in his days, every struggle he went through, every hardship his family took on, every meal he prepared at his canteen, every small request made by others, every path he took and every path he helped his people to take. It\u2019s an irony because now he can\u2019t remember where he kept the scooter keys.<\/p>
\u2018Why are you like this?\u2019 his wife keeps questioning him every time he asks her something. \u2018I told you five minutes back about the same thing!\u2019 she screams at him in frustration.\nHe grunts and replies, knowing well that would be ending more in trouble \u2018Yes, I forgot. That\u2019s why I am asking you again!\u2019\nHis wife shouts more at him, at how difficult he is being, at how infuriating he is becoming for her, at how she can\u2019t deal with something that is not even under his control. <\/p>
He listens to all of it quietly, questioning himself, \u2018Why am I like this?\u2019 <\/p>
Old age has caught up with him in a way he did not ever desire it to. The doctors have recognized it as early stages of Alzheimer. There is no escape from it for him.<\/p>
He used to go out and bury himself with numerous works per day and now he cannot be trusted to go out alone because he keeps forgetting where to go and the purpose of going out.\nEarlier, he used to take care of all the stuff to be bought, getting them himself, but now when he is sent to bring one thing, he forgets and brings something completely unnecessary, not even recalling the list in his pocket.\nHe does not remember where he kept the new set of medicines or even remember when he went to the hospital last time and what they said, he mixes up names and calls one granddaughter by the other one\u2019s name.<\/p>
Little by little he cannot recall words, forgetting names, forgetting how to see time, forgetting his way, repeating questions, repeating stories, repeating conversations.\nAnd when people keep asking him again and again, look at him with pity in their eyes, he can\u2019t help but feel so stupid for not being able to remember, a basic human nature.<\/p>
He did not choose this. He does not want this. At the same time he is not able to escape it, lost and vulnerable in this deep pit where no one can reach him. He tries to get out, struggles and keeps falling back in it, breaking him bit by bit.\nAfter all the things he forgets, he cannot forget this one question that he keeps asking himself again and again, \u2018Why am I like this?\u2019\nAnd slowly, instead of just the age, his demons are taking his life from him too.\n <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1566308149957","data":"5d5bf8c4ef062"}]
We've all grown up with a legacy, The legacy which is given by God himself. They are the roots and the wings of our Family, filled with love, warmth, a lot and tons of kindness. Pure meaning of love and warmth is what they taught us<\/p>
We call them GRANDPA and GRANDMA. <\/p>
They might be old school but they taught us to be the cool ones. They live with us and tell us the bedtime stories, feed us till we look like sumo wrestlers. <\/p>
Our achievements and happiness are all they are living for. They keep us loaded with candies and sweets. They are yours yet we treat them like just the old citizens at home. <\/p>
We resemble them, We are a part of them yet we forget to love them back. They are light of this otherwise dark world. Grandparents have magnanimous love for us. All they want is our love, our little attention. We will always be their kids who will never grow up. They are the combination of all the warmth and kindness. Show them you love them. Tell them your stories and listen to their stories. You're the world to them. Show them the world what they gave us.<\/p>
Love them. Care for them. Before it's too late...<\/p>"}]
They are called grandparents because their life is Grandeur itself. Ever wondered why they are only called \u2018The Grandparents\u2019? - as they lived life the way it is meant to be! We may hate learning stuff about history in books and pictures, but we find it more fascinating to learn from someone who lived it. We can never imagine what it was to live during the Indian Independence struggle. At a later point of time, every one of us will say \u2018It was indeed fascinating to learn about their growth story of my grandparents\u2019. Grandparents never stop learning and the enthusiasm which they had throughout their life landed them with beautiful families which the current generations are having challenges with. <\/p>
Ever heard of sewing? My grandma was a pioneer in sewing, and her sewing skills were one of a kind in my family, I learned sewing from her. Everyone has those old black and white photos of unknown relatives, but grandparents know the history behind those, if not I'll never know that guy with guns. My Grandparents loved practical jokes and growing up with them was fun every day. I have never seen any grandparents with low self-esteem and they are confident in everything they do, they know their gig. <\/p>
I often wonder how calm and confident they are and after listening to their hardships and limitations they had during childhood make me feel we are all having more than we deserve. Grandparents lived long enough to realize not to get mad and upset over tiny things; life is too short. The 90\u2019s kids know the joy of having grandparents around, current kids are so hyper-aware about everything and are super annoyed when grandparents have something to suggest. It\u2019s so moronic of the current generation who avoids their grandparents. Having a sounding board who doesn\u2019t spend every day with you, like a parent, can be invaluable when we are going through any emotional trauma, the support is unequaled.<\/p>
Having a tough time? Want to see a therapist? Go talk to your grandparents all they have is love to give, a shoulder to cry on. We don\u2019t need to watch hours of motivational speech videos to combat the negativity around us; we need to spend some quality time with the right ones at the right time.<\/p>
\u201cGrandchildren are the dots that connect the lines from generation to generation\u201d- Lois Wyse.\n \n \n\n<\/p>"}]
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Although we are four , I can assure you that I am their dearest grand child . Being their only grand daughter I always had a whip hand of prime concern and fondness . <\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566298590071},{"data":"
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thathagaru's dotage made him start his day early at 4 : 00 AM from then he'll twiddle his thumbs to see the clock tick 6 : 30 AM . He becomes my morning alarm and I have no option to snooze it down . One jaunt to my village would fill my 2 months pocket money . My memories remind me how our couch used to become a bus , he being the passenger and me being the bus driver with the tickets that I saved .<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566298650794},{"data":"
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Both of us can't mark time to see each other , most of the holidays we spend together in our village . He is a human GPS , who ascertains the time by when we\u00a0 reach home just by knowing the location . I can't afford to forget talking to him before any important thing coz he is my mascot .<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566298649161},{"data":"
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nanamma always had this unique way of blessing me with 'easy question papers'\u00a0 ;p . Her home made ghee with extra warmth is the finest of all !! I got to know about my dad so much from her that I can never forget the story behind his \"name\" being so long . She loves applying oil to my hair that she made with so much love and care.\n<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566298685840},{"data":"
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I am her all time munchkin as I am named after her . When I was a child, I remember her feeding me food showing the parrots on the coconut tree . Going\u00a0 to temples with her is\u00a0 tough beacuse\u00a0 she wouldn't\u00a0 want to go back home . Though we seem to look alike, I'm taller . <\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566298685122},{"data":"
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 There are things that annoy me , but I consider myself to be a gifted person with such grand parents . I can never picture myself as someone else's grand daughter . Both of them are so ethical that people in my village come to them to resolve their issues . I am proud to be called as Grand D\/O Mr . AVSS Narayan Rao and Mrs . A Venkata Ratnam .\u00a0 \"Thanks a bunch for all that you have given me and all that you are going to give me\" , touchwood ... ! ! No more jinx ... ! ! \n\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 ---\u00a0 c\/o EAST GODAVARI ---<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566298724695},{"data":"
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I have always been in touch with my maternal grandparents. I have lived most of my childhood with my paternal grandmother. I have quite a couple of memories with all of them. I haven't ever met my paternal grandfather, he had passed away two years before my parents had gotten married. <\/p>
My paternal grandmother and I always used to hangout in her room: playing and betting on the chances of winning the games \u201cVaikhunta Paali\u201d and \u201cAshta Chamma.\u201d These games that we used to play together are one of my finest memories with her. I remember watching her solve every other Sudoku puzzle available at home, reading every other book that she used to find. If it was a language that she could read, she used to read things out for me and if it was a language that I could read, she used to ask me to read things out for her. At that point of time, all of what surprised me included the fact that someone so elder to me who didn\u2019t have to read anything and just had to rest, had been reading everything that she could get her hands on and someone like me who had a pile of books left to be read, hadn\u2019t moved out of the bed to even touch them. <\/p>
I used to hear from my parents that despite being married at the age of 8, she had completed her education with my grandfather\u2019s support who always believed that everyone regardless of gender must be educated if the right resources are within their reach. She had worked as the Head Of the Department of Telugu Literature in Queen Mary's College, Chennai. She's one of all the strong women I've heard of and have met. We lost her on 8th April 2016. Every time I try draping a Saree, I get reminded of how she used to stare at me with a grin on her face while I had stood trying to drape a Saree on my 11 year old self. <\/p>
My maternal grandparents are my go-to squad during every vacation. My grandfather was my partner in crime. He used to learn computer basics from me while I used to tease him away saying \"I'll forget whatever little I know if I sit down to teach you.\" I remember going for walks with him in the lanes of Bangalore, robbing him off his wallet for all the chocolates I could find at the nearby store. He used to sit down with me to narrate imaginary film-scripts that we would work on in the near future, since I wanted to become an actress and he wanted to direct me. (Yes. I am already embarrassed enough.) My last funniest yet sweetest memory with him is of when I had taken him out for a date at a nearby restaurant and had ordered a black coffee. He freaked out looking at the price and screamed, \"200 for a coffee decoction? Are you out of your mind? Your grandmother will make it for free. LET's GO BACK HOME!\" I miss his weird quirks a lot! He had expired on 9th September 2017. <\/p>
I surely was annoyed a lot when they were around me but I only realized how it's a cycle of remembering things about each other and how I love them just as much as I got annoyed by them. They remember parts of our childhood that we grow up to forget and we remember parts of their old age that they can't seem to remember. <\/p>
I have my maternal grandmother with me now and I am extremely fond of her and the food that she cooks- equally! I can go on talking about her, my fights with her and my love for her but then, all of this would make another whole new article. All of that gets summed up in this one statement- I love her just as much as she hates my habit of eating on the bed! <\/p>
Here are the pictures of my paternal and maternal grandparents respectively.<\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1566299534884","data":"5d5bd1b5aba80"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1566299534885","data":"5d5bd21e2bf81"}]
The love and care I experienced from my grandparents are always peculiar. <\/p>
Bedtime stories which were recited by my grandma are the best. Most of the stories tell us how to change ourselves towards society. My grandparents were the one who taught me \"TO CHANGE THE WORLD, YOU HAVE TO CHANGE YOURSELF FIRST\".<\/p>
My granny makes the best desserts. Her dishes are so delicious that makes my mouth watery with the aroma of the dish itself. Whenever I get into trouble they covered me with their love. My grandpa takes care of me and motivates me whenever I feel dispirited. My grandparents also taught me \"love yourself and spread the love\". <\/p>
My granny is in her 60's, yet she can cook for 12-15 members. My grandpa is a retired doctor still he is fit and healthy. He plays badminton, he knows 6-7 different languages. My grandparents make my life beautiful. They are my support, strength, and weakness.<\/p>
\nGrandparents are our source of lost culture and custom. Their perspective of understanding things and making them accomplished is different. <\/p>
So my goal is to <\/p>
\"KEEPING THEM SAFE AND HAPPY UNTIL THEY ARE WITH ME\".\n<\/p>"}]
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Ever since we were young, a smile on their face always vanished all our panic and agony .<\/p>
The warmth of kiss from them always soaked us in ocean of joy. <\/p>
These moments are precious and valuable than few clusters of cold riches.<\/p>
The simplicity and profundity of their messages were always reliable and relevant to the situation. The levels of sarcasm and humour they carry with them is unmatchable, twinkling good vibes everywhere around. <\/p>
Each and every emotion from them portrayed a unique way of loving every individual in family.<\/p>
Schools taught us morals and ethics but out from those walls they were the real tutors who always insisted us to be on the right path.<\/p>
If only our eyes saw souls instead of bodies. How different our ideals of beauty would be! Culture, traditions and heritage. What is this all about? It's about an old soul that believes in chivalry, romance and peace spread by love.<\/p>
From our first steps to their last steps they had long cherished a secret fantasy about our future. <\/p>
- Sisir <\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1566286292071","data":"5d5bb9ce8daf3"}]
In the recent past, my mom, who\u2019s a teacher has been cheerless while expressing the responses when her students were asked about their grandparents. Few say, they met their grandparents many years ago. Others replied they haven\u2019t met them till date cause they stay in some other cities. My mom then said, \u201cMorale has taken a new hit. When asked what their favorite past time with their grandparents is, the whole pondering goes to vain cause they are clueless about that bonding.\u201d<\/p>"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1566295274352","data":"
That discussion for two minutes has thrown me to about 12 years back. As I recall, the only thoughts that flashed in my head were with my grandparents. A blast from past of how every morning I used to wake up and my grandparents were part of each and every step of my routine; when my grandmother used to brush my teeth, while my grandfather used to start ironing my speck white school uniform. As I go to dress up, my granny used to rush into the kitchen, prepare breakfast as my grandpa arranges the table and the side dishes. My grandma and mom used to continue packing my lunch bag. Meantime, grandpa attentively tucks a napkin in my collar before feeding me. He then ties my tie. Just before sending me to the battlefield, he used keenly polish my shoes and wishes me a good day. <\/p>"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1566295274353","data":"
Years passed by as I reluctantly stopped myself from being spoon-fed by them. Unlike me, they never stepped back though I shifted out or eventually fell into a hustling routine. Every tiny effort they made to be a part of my life reflected nothing less than unconditional love. They showed or keep showing many forms of their cathartic gestures of love that seem endless to express. <\/p>"},{"type":"txt","id":"rich_1566295274354","data":"
A big shout-out to everyone who never knew the touch of their grandparents. Experience the exclusive relationship where there are no conditions, no expectations and no necessity of thinking about your overloaded schedule. If you do not, you're missing out a lot. Overcome the hesitation that has plagued you for many years and cherish some moments with them filled with unconditional love. <\/p>"}]
MY GRANDPARENTS\r\nIn the current scenario , we find more of nuclear families and less of joint families. It is saddening that even some of us don\u2019t want our grand \u2013 parents to stay with us. Is it right ?\r\nI would say no, it is not right to keep our grand-parents far away from us .There are several reasons why we shouldn\u2019t but the major reason is that we should take care of them as they are old and feeble.Thats what I do- I take care of my grand-parents!\r\nMy grandfather, MR. RAGHAVA RAO is a 73 year old man still brimming with as much energy as a teenager. My grandmother, MRS. SUDHA RAGINI is a 72 year old lady who is very much creative. My Grandma is my best \u2013 friend in my family. I do a lot many things with her , right from cracking jokes to doing artwork .I help her with daily chores and in cooking.She is the best family member and I share all secrets with her . She is good in making best out of waste and new recipes. I and my Grandmother together try solving puzzles given in the newspapers and we read out stories. My Grandma is very supportive in whatever I do and guides me to do the right things . \r\n My Grandfather worker in the accounts department of HCU and he is a very renouned person . He retired in the year 2006 . He helped the society in various ways like donating blood to the needy,teaching the poor children , donating things to Government schools , etc. He also educated a tea shopkeeper to pass 10th grade and intermediate privately. My Grandfather is a very sensitive man. When I talk to him , he improves my G.K a lot . I like to travel to historical places with my Grandfather as he is a good tourist guide.\r\nI would like to say that our Grandparents do a lot many things for us and we should show gratitude towards them . Also, moments that we share with them are the most memorable ones.\r\n<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566265279145}]
My grandfather was an ordinary-looking man with extra-ordinary qualities and significance. The superhero of my childhood with silver hair and a golden heart. He was the person who carved my character and taught me ethics. I was bought up under his guidance for what I am grateful for today as he had a huge impact on my life.<\/p>
When I was five years old due to some vulnerable conditions my parents have left me with my grandparents and went to some other place for a year or two. This phase of my life is unforgettable. The care and affection he showered upon me were immense. No winter, no spring, no summer he was always ready to take care of my each and every minute thing.<\/p>
One incident I want to share is that one day, I was suffering from ear pain and was unable to sleep. It was midnight around 12:30 and was raining cats and dogs but still, my grandpa holding me up in his arms carried me to the house of a nearby doctor in the village knocked his door and was given the medicine as well as ear drops. That great care and love were his.<\/p>
\n\nTears roll down my cheeks while writing these sentences as he left this world physically five months ago but he is always attached to me emotionally in my heart and my brain. He always wanted to see me in a good position reaching great heights but I'm sure that he is going to bless me from heaven and would definitely feel happy when I make his dream come true.<\/p>
''If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again''.<\/i><\/p>
So, for this World Senior Citizen's Day<\/b>(i.e. 21st august 2019) take out some time and give it to your grandparents as at this age their heart really feels to spend some time with you. And definitely, you are going to regret in life when they are no more because you only get to know the value of a person when they leave you.<\/p>"},{"type":"img","id":"img-uid-1566265662852","data":"5d5b510add960"}]
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