Food for thought #24

“Weakness is a disease and unless controlled, it spreads”

 

“Experience can work both ways: wisdom of years can clear eyes or cynicism blind you”

 

“Your duty is only to your task, to your action, not to the result of that action”     – Bhagavad Gita

 

“Harder the journey, higher the suffering, greater the desire for fulfillment”

 

“Better to do what you have been asked to do imperfectly than try to do perfectly what others have been asked to do. All work has inadequacies; even fire is enveloped by smoke”     – Bhagavad Gita

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End of an awesome trip..

14.11.2016:

11.00 hrs – We were back from Shani Shingnapur to Shirdi. We headed straight to our resort – Sri Sai Athidi Resort, which is good and comfortable and worth the money we paid. We opted for a brunch, but as it was already 11.45 hrs by the time we reached the adjacent restaurant, when they told us that the lunch was ready, we ordered for two North Indian thali (plate). Food was served hot, and the thali consisted of a roti, some hot rice, paneer butter masala, Chole masala, dal and dahi (curd). The food wasn’t that great.. panneer way too far sweet, roti is made of maida, rather atta.. But, we should eat something or other to gain some energy, isn’t it? 😀 😉

12.30 hrs – Back in our room which was too cool though the fans were off, we slid ourselves under the warm blankets and slept off. Our train from Shirdi to Hyderabad is at 16.30 hrs from Shirdi station, and remember that I told that this trip would always be a miracle for me? It’s because we booked these tickets under the Tatkaal scheme the other day, where the chances of the ticket getting booked will be like 30% and that too from a place like Shirdi!

15.30 hrs – We checked-out from our resort and headed to the railway station. 15.45 hrs – Into the waiting hall. 16.15 hrs – We were into the train, the berths being Side Upper and Side Lower. 16.30 hrs – The train started. We too started chatting with each other, mostly of our demonetization experiences and how we used our brains in the most tricky situations 😉 , about our friends and school times, watched the sunset together and also the supermoon 🙂 . Though we couldn’t make much difference, we kept on watching it as the moon was at it’s best 🙂

19.00 hrs – Our train reached the Manmad junction. We got down and picked up some food from a tapri (make-shift place), who is selling hot mirchi Bhajji, masala dosa and idli. Idli for mythri, a masala dosa for me. I suggest everyone to try food here, as it was fresh, good and tasty. 20.00 hrs – I occupied the upper berth and bid a good night to Mythri.

15.11.2016:

07.30 hrs – I woke up and got down, while Mythri was still sleeping. 09.00 hrs – Train reached Secunderabad Junction and I gave away the rest of the money which was there in my wallet to Mythri so that she can get a cab to her apartment, while my brother Srinu was there at the station to pick me up. First to our uncle’s home and then to Trivandrum..

The End of a short and sweet journey.. 🙂

Stay tuned for my upcoming adventure trip.. 😉

 

MOM – The strongest I have met

Articulating on the word “strongest” makes me realize that the only Woman I will have that word reverberate is when I associate it with my MOM. A little black and white shade as we rewind the journey to her childhood days and when her elder sister got married, it was in her seventh grade. Her brother remained with their grandparents when she and elder sister continued staying with parents. Time being the best teacher and trait, as years flung, my mom completed her tenth grade with the best of her abilities when her parents had to relocate to Vishakapatnam owing to her Father’s transfer.

Time brings with the ticking hands of pleasure and pain to balance the body, mind and soul. When my mom was in her Intermediate, she had to see her father succumb to a fatal lung infection. There was a hole in the family from the previous wholesomeness. They moved back to Vizianagaram where her father had constructed a home. With a son and two daughters the responsibilities grew Himalayan fold on my granny’s shoulders; my mom stood by her side and as a back bone to shoulder some of it equally. The act of juggling studies with animal husbandry along with agricultural and house hold chores has been best learnt and enacted upon by my mom.

Her father was 42 when he touched the land of his heaven. The reflection on others age will send a strong signal as to what mental stamina would have been prevailing. But, my mom discontinued her studies in order to support the household with the final settlement from grandpa’s service and an addition saved through such cuts reserved her elder sister’s marriage. Once the elder sister was married off, mom and granny still had the post-marriage cultural routine that had to be performed from a girl’s side in order to keep the balance of marriage under control.

The courage, bravery, responsibility and hope that was carried out and reflected in each and every quarter of the journey of her life by being herself and not letting her family down at any cost, had indeed united a thread of gene between me and my mom. The entire village had revered the services of my grand mom and mom to dedicate all that they had to their family, unitedly and with all the hope under the sun. As there is nothing called as a stopped clock, since it could be just the batteries, so is the ticking tong of my mom’s marriage …