In this beautiful life there is someone we love the
most. Whether they are our parents, friends, uncle, aunt, etc. But in my life I
love my grandparents more than my parents. I don’t know usually most of us love
more our parents but for me my priority is my grandparents most because most
of the time i spent with them. From my
childhood they treat me as there own
daughter . its not lke that i was the only child there.they have three sons :-Ahlilesh, Awdesh and Vijay
Shankar. They never make difference between their children.usually mentality of
parents is they prefer boy child more but my grandparents prefer girl child
more. Since three generation they don’t have
any girl child.i was the 1st girl child.
Since from my childhood i m with them but my love is
more for them specially my grandfather LATE. MR. ISHWAR CHANDRA CHAURASIA. He
was born on 11 November 1937. He treats
me as a princess. If someone of the family member shouts or scolds me for any work,
he would sue him and shouts a lot on the person who scold me. He is the opinion that if she has committed
any mistake tell me ill see. You don’t shout on him.
I used to travel with them since i was only 2.5
years. I still remember we used to travel Delhi most because my fathers animal and dadihaal is in Delhi only.
My grandfather belongs from a village name Akbarpur
which is near Kannauj in Uttar Pradesh.
Over there he live .He was second child of her mom. He had an elder brother
name Ramesh. After him many children was
born and died. . He has completed his
schooling from there . He tells many stories related to him.
When he was at the age of 2years his mom left the
world. And his dad do the 2nd marriage. He told me that his mother
named Vidhyashree was a rich girl. At that time, her father had 50 house in Mujjafar
nagar. She was the only daughter of them. And they married to my dadu. Dadi
died due to TB. The second mother is the second mother only.sometimes at
night after 2am when ever grandpa ask
for halwa dadu cooks and give him.
One day dadu keep the bottle of honey in home and
went for some work outside and ask dadi
to give the bottle to his friend hee’ll come and collect from you. After
dadu went,grandpa ask dadi to give bottle of honey and eat the whole
bottle of it and get unwell.
In the village , during
evening the people over there use hukka.so he saw them and tried and the
humrious thingis that hee don’t know how to sip it,so tried and drink the water
which was there in hukka. The water is so bad he still rembember. Actually the
water is of tobacco and hukka is not bad for health. Thatswhy he tried , from that day he never
tried a hukka. Whenever he see hukaa and rembember that day.
When he used go to school he don’t go to school
instead of going school he and his friend
left the home for school but go and sit on a tree. And when school hours
is over he came back home. One day by chance the teacher of that school meet my
grandpa’s father & ask why ishwar is not coming to school. He replied that
he regularly leave home and go to school. Ill look into it. Then next day he
follow him and see and check weather he going to school or not. As usual he
left home with his friend and go to the tree. Dadu saw and with the help of
stick he beat him. In evening he ask him what’s the problem? Why are you not going to school? He replied that he is not able to understand
the concept so dadu joined him aa tution near by hiss home.
Earlier he was very rich as dadu had shops as dadu
and his brother all have shop. He tell us that from thee birth of child till
death material is available n there shops. Cash of RS 2 to 5 lakhs is kept in
home.
But time is of no ones. As we aall know time never
wats for anyone . slowly and gradually dadu become and declared insolvent due
to his mis management. He still remember that the door of shop is from home
only and ladies sometimes take lot of clothes from the shop without informing
him.
Grandpa has to leave the village and came to Bhopal.
Bhopal is the city of lake. Over Bhopal he work and do a job and side by side
taking tuition just to fulfil his need and send some money at his home as
dadu,dadi and his child was there. Whatever he earn he send to his village.
In the year 1965 , 23 febraury he married to my maa name MRS. SHEELA RANI
CHAURASIA she was born in Delhi and live in Delhi only. Actually
my mom belongs from rich family and she
was the first child in her family. She had
four brothers and three sisters. She used to call her mother “mataji”
and papa “pitaji”
After their
marriage he comes to Bhopal. They live over there. My mom had suffered a lot of
trouble over here. Actually, my grandpa elders brother name ramesh his wife had
tourchered a lot. When my actual papa Mr
AKHILESH KUMAR CHAURASIA when he was born my mom had suffered a lot of trouble.
He didn’t giver her food after or before delivery. She does just to snatch away all the gold of
her. She had four daughters only. When
my actual papa was born she fight a lot with his husband that she had boy child
and I have girl child. After that my mom
is of condition to die but thanks to the lady who live in “ginnori”. She give
immediate treatment and she was well. Otherwise she would have died after my
father was born.
Throughout her life she has suffered a lot of pain
and does hardwork. But she the lady who never ever complaint to her husband .
She keep on listening and remain untold to anyone that how sad s she.
When his son akhilesh got hurt in his leg. For about
10 to 13 years my papa and mom had gone here and there sometimes this doctor sometimes
that doctor sometimes delhi sometimes Mumbai. After the struggle of many years
the leg of his child get perfect.
She gave the birth to his second child on 29
july name was billu or awdesh. And third
child was born on 2 march named anu or vijay Shankar.
Once her
third child name anu with his friend freshly learned swimming and was
gone to long distance with his friend. When ma came to know she start worring and not tell to any one that how she
is felling after many hours when he came
safely firstly she shouted and old that she will complaint to papa and secondly she didn’t give food for
that day. When papa came home after
office hours she complaint firstly papa ask for food and then give to
anu and then calmly he tell him that
don’t go beta you know how possessive is your mother about you. How carefully
and intelligently he manage the things. He has all the alternative of each and
everything.
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I really miss
you papaa. Papa i also wants to die, i also cant live without you life is like a
hell for me.daily i had a fight with shweta preeti muma and all members of our family.
Thatswhy papa i pray to god daily that please god if
you want to pick up from this family please pick me first then another but the
god does not listen .so i stopped praying
him as this prayer is from my childhood not of current.
I love my
grandpa the most . for all parents are priority but for me my grandpa nd
grandma are my god and each and everything to me.
Usually maximum or mostly all love there mama side more
as compared to me i love my grand family
more my real sister my cousin brother shantanu and sister sakshi they all are
more attached to there mama more than there chacha side . i consider as
priority to my family ..
Usually once or twice in a year we use to visit them
and all the years we are shouting and telling again and again that my mama side
we recive so much once no one has thinked that how are we living in family
whole year they are with us but we never think about them.
This is a point to be think????
One must ask question from them self and realize how
important is our family.
I am not saying that mama side not so important but
one should keep there chacha on priority as compared to mama.
So this is a decscion which will not end.
My papa never ever interput on this.he very well
know i m close to my chacha because from childhood my mom teaches me that they
are not separate from us as usually mothers tech that they are not real so
since childhood whatever we feed into child mind it will stick to their mind.
He did not like if someone scold me for anything or for any purpose. God never
ever give dad like him he always take care of me . he know whenever i need
something he will provide without my saying .when he is no more with me now me
and my real papa is keep on fighting because he has a haabbit of living and
keep sshouting on small talks. Many a times i complaint about him to my
grandpapa and he has shouted because for no reasonhe shouted and so reason is
there but i don’t like. Papa ke alwa kisi se nai
bante and khoob jhagde hote hai
