Saturday 31 March 2018

Am Indebted To My Mom-Dad Forever!

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If I have to sum myself in a line, I am probably destiny’s favourite game she likes to play harder and harder and so that when she wins her success tastes far more sweeter and I am in an habit of now making her win, patiently bearing all the tests she puts me through. I am perhaps also a suitable example of Darwin’s survival of the fittest theories, where there were umpteen instances in my life to have me perished but I survived and am here to narrate my journey from nobody to a little somebody to you.

Long before my birth, my mom has carved the script of my wonderful path-breaking journey as despite being a daughter of a very rich businessman she refused to marry a businessman and instead married by banker father. So the battle has already begun. Ideal to her times, though highly educated she gave up her profession when she conceived me. My dad was the eldest son among ten siblings and the pressure to bear a son has culminated on my mom and my birth in a small room of our parental home in a small town of Uttar Pradesh without the aid of a doctor or a midwife was mourned in the family. The attack on my mom for more dowry and the vicious trap to lure my father to abandon my mom and me and remarry only grew more severe with each passing day. That’s when my dad picked me in his arms and promised to himself that he will make me what none of the boys in the family can ever become.

Thus began my wonderful journey with the most brilliant and best set of parents in the world. The values, the dedication and the killer instinct they instilled in me early on still keeps me ticking. When I was about four I was sent to my maternal grandparents home so that I can begin my education in a good school. In a huge household of my mom’s nine siblings, I got my second lesson of survival of the fittest amongst scores of cousins and their parents available to defend them but not mine, but I survived😊 and became ferociously independent.

This was the period when my younger brother was born too and he stayed with my it did hurt the tiny me and I took to writing my heart out, something which thirty years later today is my identity. The foundation of my academic excellence came in these two years when my maternal aunt(Usha) grilled me and etched the concepts forever in my brain. Dad did realise the agony of a six year old and took a on-request transfer. Thus we moved to Trichy in Tamilnadu and I spent my formative years there, so now you know why I am a South Indian at heart. Part2

To be continued in the next chapters of #SlicesofLife Series on #TrulyYoursRoma in #AtoZChallenge this April.  I am writing on some extraordinary slices of my ordinary life.

Thank you so much for all the love and support you have always given me. Truly Yours Roma is nothing without you! 

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