Posted: October 4th, 2012 | Author: Rhea Rajan | Filed under: Grand Parents, Kerala | No Comments »
I’m going to Kerala today for my Achachan’s first death anniversary puja. I have been thinking about him everyday and I miss him terribly. My Amma says it’s important to do the puja in Kerala so that he stays happy in heaven. I wish so too, though I want him to come back soon.
I don’t like to fly much and I prefer trains. But we are still going to fly because we don’t have holidays and Appa cant take leave from work. Looks like its ok if I miss school for 2 days. Since it’s for my grandfather I dont mind missing school for 1-2 days.
The puja in my mom’s house in Kerala was all very nice. There were lots of sweets and everyone was smiling and crying at the same time. I think they are all sad that my grandfather is not around. I’m told he’s with God. What I dont understand is, why is God keeping him for so long???
Meanwhile, here’s a picture of me with my grandfather when I was 4 years old.
Posted: September 21st, 2011 | Author: Rhea Rajan | Filed under: Grand Parents | Tags: Anupam, Kerala, Rema, Sudhir | 3 Comments »
Sudhir uncle, Rema aunty and Anupam bhiaya are in our house today. When my grandma saw them she started crying. Then they also cried.
Must be something to do with my grandfather’s death. (Note to self: Got to understand what death is).
Anupam bhaiya wasn’t as excited to see me as he usually is. Maybe because he is eight years old he understands death better than me.
There is talk that we will be taking my grandfather to Kerala tomorrow. My father was missing the whole day today. When I asked my mother said he had gone to buy airplane ticket for my grandfather.
Posted: September 20th, 2011 | Author: Rhea Rajan | Filed under: Grand Parents, My Firsts | Tags: Books, Cancer, Chota Bheem, Crayons, Death, Grandfather, Grandmother | No Comments »
The whole of today my parents were in the hospital because last night my grandfather had been admitted to the hospital. He was in the ICU and somebody had to be there always.
My father went to office till 12 noon and after sorting out a few issues, picked me up from school and dropped me home. He then gave me lunch (even as I watched Chota Bheem on Cartoon Network). Once we were done, he left home to be with my mother at the hospital.
While he was giving me lunch, I heard him thank his colleagues for offering to donate blood. Eight of my father’s colleagues had come to the hospital to donate blood. Apparently my grandpa was bleeding from his oesophagus and needed a lot of blood.
I miss my grandfather. I remember asking my father when he will bring my grandpa back. My father didn’t have an answer. I even promised him that I will ask God to make him alright.
At 5.32 pm, he passed away. My mother returned home alone at 7 pm and told my grandma the news. She burst out crying….what more could she do.
I feel so helpless….just hugging my mother and my grandma. I also cried a lot. But I am not able to understand death yet ….maybe that’s why my mother showed me the stars and said my grandpa was in the stars. That’s when I asked my mother: “And the moon? Is he on the moon as well?”
My mother confirmed that yes, he was. She even said from now onwards my grandfather will be speaking to God and will be telling him to give me good drawing books & crayons.
My father didn’t come till I slept off at 9.30 pm….my mother said he was getting some death summary from the hospital and some police documentation as well.
My mother is really upset. I know she gave it her best after my grandfather was diagnosed with Cancer in August 2010…..but she couldn’t save him.
This is the first death I am experiencing.
Posted: September 20th, 2011 | Author: Rhea Rajan | Filed under: Grand Parents | Tags: Ambulance, Artemis Hospital, Emergency, God, Grandfather, Grandmother, Security Guard | No Comments »
Last night at 1 am, while I was sleeping I heard my mother panic and cry. She was asking my father: “Rajan, what do we do now?”
I woke up and walked to the room where my grandparents used to sleep. It was a mess. My grandfather Mr Chandrashekaran Nair was vomiting blood. Looks like his hands and legs were going cold, for I saw my grandmother rub his feet and hands. She was crying and asking my mother and my father to do something quickly.
I stood still…watching….as my mother tried the Artemis Hospital’s number for am ambulance. But they said it would take more than 30 minutes to arrive. So, my parents decided to take my grandfather to the hospital in the car. It was 1.15 am.
I knew something was terribly wrong, but didn’t know what to do. I was too confused. When my father brought the security guard to help him lift grandfather I knew it was something really dangerous.
At 1.30 am, my mother and my father took my grandfather to the hospital. I think that’s when I broke down and starting crying. Even as I sobbed, I said: “I want God to make achachan alright soon. I will also pray for him.”
After they left, my grandma lay down with me and made me sleep. I was tried and slept off….but I knew my grandma didn’t.
Posted: April 20th, 2011 | Author: Rhea Rajan | Filed under: Grand Parents, I, me, myself, Kerala | No Comments »
Hello everyone, I am back after a short vacation in a forest (Kabini, I learnt from my parents) and my mother’s hometown, Kannur, Kerala.
First, we went to Kabini…that’s a forest. I saw leopards, elephants and dancing peacocks. I never got to ride on an elephant though. I think my father didn’t have enough money for taking me for the ride. I cried and cried, but the safari uncle just wouldn’t let me get off the jeep and go for the ride. I am still angry at that uncle.
I also played in a swing made of tyres. It was easy for me to swing in the tyre swing because I had already seen kids do it on Youtube, in Amma’s laptop. I had lots of fun. I saw monkeys and deers….lots of them.
After three days in Kabini, we went to Kannur, in a car. My parents told me later that I slept through the trip. But that’s ok. I only missed the tea estates on the way…and shops such as Goodwill Medicals, Anupam Tailors (didn’t know my brother Anupam owned a shop) and such.
Once I reached Kerala, it was all fun. I met lots of uncles and aunts…and I was asked to perform in front of all of them. I danced to all my favourite songs – Munnni badnaam hui, Sheela ki jawani and Daarling. But these elders never understand that kids can’t always perform consistently under so much pressure.
After all that masti, I am back home. Mom packed me off to school and daycare the very next day. (In spite of the hangover that I had) Grrrrr!
And now every day I have homework to do. Ma’m says joining dots and making straight lines is the first step to writing well. But I am confused because I have already started writing ABCD.
More on homework, later