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Grandparents are positive role models and influencers. They are a support system to every family. Their lives revolve around their grandkids. They are experienced and knowledgeable. They serve their children and grandchildren selflessly. They pamper their grandkids. My grandparents are all that and much more. <\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566312269754},{"data":"
As I child, I was the closest to my maternal grandmother. She is a great cook. My cousin and I loved spending time with her. She is a woman of pleasing nature. Our family and neighbours speak highly of her. She can be a chef, an advisor, a friend and much more. She is the centre of enchantment in our family. I love her to the moon and back. My grandfather was an introvert. He is a retired Army officer. He gives utmost importance to discipline and punctuality. He is a source of inspiration. <\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566312368451},{"data":"
\r\nUnfortunately, I lost my paternal grandmother at a very young age. I was told that she was generous and down to earth. My paternal grandfather is no more. He passed away last year. He was an excellent raconteur. He would tell me stories, but me gifts and listen patiently to what I had to say. He had a charismatic personality. I miss him.\r\n<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566312395063},{"data":"
Grandparents are such a solace to the children. As they grow old, they also require attention and care. We should spend quality time with them. No one can ever replace them in our lives.<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566312398903}]
Think of the movies and television shows you have watched recently.did any of them featured older actors?what roles did they play?how were these older actors portrayed?<\/p>
Many media portrayals of the elderly reflect negative attitudes towards aging.in north America society tends to glorify youth , associating with beauty and sexuality.in comedies,the elderly are often associated with grumpiness or hostility rarely do the roles of older people convey the fullness of life experienced by seniors- as employees,lovers,or the myriad roles they have in real life.what values does this reflect?<\/p>
One hinderance to societiys fuller understanding of aging is that people rarely understand it until they reach old age themselves.<\/p>
While the landmark of maturing into adulthood are a source of pride,signs of natural aging can be cause for shame or embarrassment.some people try to fight off the appearance of aging with cosmetic surgery . although many seniors report that their lives are more satisfying than ever,and their self esteem is stronger than when they were young,they are still subject to cultural attitudes that make them feel invisible and devalued.<\/p>"}]
\"The greatest gift you can give someone is your time, your attention, your Love, your concern.\"<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566316705103},{"data":"
I gaze into the charcoal night gilded with stars shimmering silver. A soft breeze teasing my locks lulling me sleep, a weary sigh releases from my lips. A deep seated memory flashes infront of my eyes....<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566316807866},{"data":"
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I woke up to the sight of bright sunrays streaming into my room. A pile of clothes suffocated me which lead to my ragged breathing. There was neither chirping of birds nor rustling of leaves. There was neither clatter of milk cans nor chatter of maids. There was neither hustling of newsboys nor whistling of kettle. A wave of calmness and uncertainty descended upon me. I stood up with a jolt realising the eerie silence. It slowly dawned upon me that it was the afternoon of my summer vacation. I ran through the hallway searching for my grandpa. He was bent on his knees uprooting carrots from our greenhouse. <\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566316946248},{"data":"
My grandpa was a scientist by profession but nature was his passion. When he is not working in a lab he is either toiling in soil or tinkering his radio. Having working parents, I spent most of my childhood at grandparent's house and I don't regret it. It was because of him I learned many things related to gardening and horticulture. It was a surprise to many when an 8-year old could tell the difference between chlorosis and necrosis. My parents and teachers were in awe of my knowledge I gathered from grandpa's garden.<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566317196544},{"data":"
During a typical summer vacation, my day used to start by helping grandpa In the garden. Listening to his stories was my favourite pastime. In the evening we snacked upon fruits and watched David Attenborough's documentaries. Suffice to say, I grew up as a 10-yearold with extensive knowledge of plants and animals. Thanks to him I always had never-ending narrations and stories. He instilled curiosity and scientific temper in me which transformed my life.<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566317492918},{"data":"
As an adult, I course through the day with remorse realising your absence, void in my busy life. I remember your words\"earth has enough for everyone but we chose to exploit it\" as I hear about climate change. I move through the lanes of our colony, seeing banners such as\"mind the green\" erected by you. The present scenario of accelerated extinction baffles my mind.<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566317757408},{"data":"
I remember grandma berating you from rallying and patrolling outside. You were too busy to take care of yourself, spreading awareness among people on the importance of green cover. <\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566318029485},{"data":"
Everytime I see Attenborough on t.v I remember you, everytime I look at my garden, I remember you, everytime I look at the trees we planted on our birthdays, I remember you, everytime I look at my parents, I remember you, everytime I inhale, I remember you.<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566318093582},{"data":"
Thank you for everything grandpa. I know you are in a better place but know that the world is a better place because of people like you.<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566318240223},{"data":"
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Cherish your grandparents \u2764\ufe0f<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566318548438}]
India is now the worst place in the world to be a women? agree?\nTo be honest, It's a big \"Yes\". Our country has topped the list of most dangerous countries for women, not kidding!!\nThen, during my school days we happily used to shout that \"India is a democratic country! securalistic country\". But now, there's one more word added to the book of India \"Dangerous country\".\nCrime rate is rapidly increasing in our country. As we know, the most common crime against women are rape, sexual harassment, kidnapping, sexual assault and many more\nI'll share my experiences with you. When the topic arised,one of my friend was like \"No one disturbs a decent and well dressed girl\". This answer really annoyed me.\nI believe that attraction towards opposite sex is quite common and natural. But how can someone say that no one disturbs a well dressed girl? a perverted guy will act perversely anyway. All we have to do is educate them.\nI chose this topic today just because being a women I've faced lots of problems during late night walks, teasing in my schools and colleges.\nOne complaint or punishment can't change the minds of the culprits. Every human should be guided. Education for the prevention is the only way which is surely gonna make India a clean-handed country.\nBeing a woman, how many of you are ready to walk alone at midnight? not so easy as you say, A girl in saree is being harassed and killed, girl in school dress, girl in jeans, sadly babies too. Do you now think it's really because the way we dress?\nWho is gonna change our country?prime minister?chief minister?I don't think so.\nIt's neither of them, It's you and me who are responsible to educate ourselves first and educate the whole country. Facts, Tv shows are not going to change people. This topic should be added to every textbook of student since their childhood. At least this would change a pervert guy and his senseless thoughts.\nAll I want to convey is respect women and also protect them. We are not toys to be played and broken in the hands of men. We have dreams, families. Kill your senseless thoughts rather than killing us. Lets guide every Indian and make India from \"Dangerous country\" to \" Non dangerous country\". Salute to all the guys over there who respect women whole heartedly.<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566318053382}]
My grandmother is quite an old lady. She has already crossed sixty. Her years have now bent her back a little but have not affected her activities. She is tall and thin. She is gray haired and her humble and affectionate face is full of wrinkles. Her eye-sight, however, is quite good and she can read without spectacles.<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566320251188},{"data":"
There is something special about the bond between a boy and her grandmother. Her hugs are easily the warmest and her smile can warm anyone's soul. Grandma's seem to be superwomen, a little gift from god. They have this special way of easing all the pain and mending all of your wounds. There is not a day that goes by that I do not think of her. Every single day I am grateful for the bond and love that my grandmother and I share.<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566320349803},{"data":"
Despite any situation, I know she is just a phone call away. Ever since I was a little boy she has been my partner in crime and the one I can go to for absolutely anything. I know that all of my secrets and mistakes are always safe with her. She is ready to listen with an open mind and heart and always prepared with the best advice.She has this beautiful way of always guiding me into the right direction.<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566320442442},{"data":"
Whether I am there for five minutes or two hours, food is always a must. I am not quite sure what it is but there is something magic about her cooking. Her biryani tastes like heaven on earth and her Sunday Vindaloo ... FORGET about it. And do not even get me started on her dessert. Maybe she is a wizard ... eh, I'll never know.<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566320494843},{"data":"
Whether it's vacationing somewhere together, a weekend or just a dinner date at a local restaurant, she always makes time for me. With all the daily crap that goes on it's so refreshing to talk to someone who gets it. She is my therapist (but she is free of charge).<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566320546223},{"data":"
So thank you for being you. For being a teacher, a second mother and my best friend all wrapped into one human being. I am so grateful for the time that we have spent together and for the time we will spend in the future. You have taught me so much about life and what it truly means to enjoy every experience you encounter. You mean the absolute world to me. Thank you for being you.<\/p>","type":"txt","id":1566320620051}]
As a kid, I never missed a bed time story from my grandmother, Mrs.S.Bharathi Devi. Every story she told treasured morals, history and what not!. She is the person who shaped the house into a home, crafting every person in the family into a responsible citizen. The hurry rides to bus stop with grandpa, and singing songs while he was driving always gave me joy. He was someone who listened to my songs and always dreamt of me being a good performer. Every time I perform,on the stage, I remember the way his eyes sparkled . My grandfather, late Mr. Ramachandra Murthy will be missed in every moment of the family. His life is an inspiration to me. My maternal grandfather, Mr. Seshagiri Rao, a Registered Medical Practitioner (R. M. P)<\/i> served many people in his career and gave his best in treating them with utmost medical care. He is a selfless person, who followed his profession passionately by not considering it only as a medium of making money. Mrs. Padmavathi, my grandmother is a living example of patience to me and my family. The way she tackles a situation is something I admire. She proves that knowing the life sciences are more important than the list of degrees behind one's name. They lived a simple and joyous life, where happiness and togetherness were prioritized.<\/p>
The 21st of August is celebrated as the Senior Citizen's Day. It was proclaimed by the United Nations General Assembly (UNGA) on 14th December,1990. The main idea behind celebrating this day is to acknowledge the contributions of our elders. The decision was also a slap in the face for all those who forgot the roots of their birth and find every opportunity to do elder abuse.Why are we talking about our grandparents? Why is it that a special day is being celebrated to remember them and acknowledging their importance? Isn't it our obligation? Aren't we the ones who are supposed to carry their legacy! <\/p>"}]
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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