The Project Grandparents-VMKC-5

Now, my grandfather ,was a tall, handsome, sauve gentleman.You may have seen the group photo, which is there in every house.With pretty ,young madhubalas in puff sleeve blouse  or otherwise ,with kajoled eyes with an upward comets tail.

He was K.Padmanabhan B.A.,then a retired Excise Inspector.He was a well educated and widely read man.We did not have much interactions then, as we were just 8-13 years range ,annoying brats and we had plenty of things to be busy with.He never bothered us until we made loud noise. 

The BA was his educational qualification.Many people did not have it in those days.So it was the inthing to tag it to your name.It was also a mark of respect.

Everyday, for dinner ,he would be served something special, while we ate afternoons lunch.So, when he goes to the dining room ,we would silently stand behind the door waiting for him to finish.He was aware of us standing as he heard the hushed whispers.He regularly left something for all of us.His way of showing love.

The moment we hear the sound of the chair being pushed, to signal ' Iam done' we would wait with bated breath either for the call or ready for that quick sprint, as it was fastest sprinter first.Then polish and wait for dinner call.

I think soon after, Lucky and Dilip shifted to their house. Occasionally ,Lucky would tear 

the house down on wanting to see her parents immediately right now.

During these times and always, Meena was calm and peaceful.

I remember once Leela aunty and kids had joined us, maybe holiday times.Now Venukuttan was the youngest and we all adored him carrying him around.Jaya was always sulking and thumb sucking latched on to aunty's saree.Now our old man also loved Venukuttan.

Lots of sweet nostalgic memories .I miss Venu even today, eventhough he is not amongst us, as I was the one who used to carry him around always.Rema like Meena was always calm.

Vijayan Uncle along with Soman Uncle were my favorites.I think Omana aunty,uncle and Maya were also there.Maya used to call Soman  uncle achibi.Maya was the matron around but that never bothered us.

We used to feel strangely jealous then but now we understand familiarity breeds contempt.

Now we were more,and more the merrier.We enjoyed those days playing around.

As they say all good things come to an end.My father got transfered.He got the quarters ready and we left for Kanpur where I joined 4th std.Sarsi was still a kid my mothers pride.Meena stayed back.