Innocence in Childhood

 

This blog, "Ladies' Corner," is the second blogger website I've made. It was made keeping in mind with the difficulties, suffering, and happier times  that I want to share with you all. You can occasionally find updated pieces on "My Viewpoint," which is my original blog site. And I want to thank my readers for their resounding support. The Google Adsense programme is connected to these blogs of mine. If you, my audience, share my blogs with your friends and family, Google AdSense will give me a small portion of the money it makes.

Returning to "Ladies' Corner," I will now share some light-hearted entertainment with you. If you have any worries about life, love, or bewilderment, you can express them in the comment area.

I'll start out by talking lightly about my childhood today. It deals with how impolite and careless I was as a youngster, which caused me to get into awkward situations. I used to be a really vibrant and active girl. Our responsibilities increase in importance as we age. However, there is always time for enjoyment!

When this incident happened, I was in the fourth grade. I can still clearly picture how my short hair would fall just over my eyes and never had a clip or band in it. I had straight hair, but it was really silky. I was frequently seen sprinting in the building's hallway while wearing a dress. The kids enjoyed playing activities inside the structure. Two groups lived in our house: an older group of brothers and sisters, and a younger group of small children!

Our building was a really vibrant location in the 1990s. Residency complexes did not come equipped with features like a pool, a badminton court, or a garden with a merry-go-round, swings, and slides like they do today. We would either play inside the complex or wander around the neighbourhood. Both groups would have plans to visit the neighbourhood "Hobby Centre" in the evening. Because we would go on picnics and other trips, vacations were more enjoyable. However, after the vacations were through, all the pleasure and excitement vanished, and boredom and seriousness took their place. The daily schedule was monotonous and required!

It was one of those days at school when there was no time for fun. I had arranged for the kids to assemble at home after school and play some board games to make up for the dullness. Unfortunately, nothing ever goes exactly as we expect. Everyone had an excuse, and I was left alone in my neighbourhood with Umangi, a young child. Umangi was a chatty and creative five-year-old. I was passively taking in her chatter. She was discussing the birds with her mother; where they resided,from  where they obtain their food, etc. I nearly fell off my chair in response to her next inquiry. “Mummy, we have a beautiful sofa set in our drawing room do the birds have sofas in their nest too?”

Despite her innocence and naivety, I was surprised by her inventiveness and keen observational abilities.

She persisted in asking her mother:

"In their nest, how do they sleep? Are they sleeping in a bed?"

We both started laughing, and we kept laughing until our stomachs hurt. Her Mummy went to the kitchen to get some snacks for us as twilight began to fall. I gave an explanation for my absence by remembering I had some errands to run. I carried 10 rupees in my pocket to acquire some potato chips, I headed downstairs. I paid the vendor Rs 5 for a potato chip, and he gave me Rs 5 back as my remaining amount!

It was difficult to get to my floor because I had to climb five stories without an elevator. While eating my dinner and carefully climbing the stairs, I ran across Dr. Lahiri, who owned the pathology on the first level. "What are you eating?" he inquired.

Something slid between my fingers when I cried, "Chips!" I took another step forward without looking down, figuring it was only a chip that had fallen. The doctor told me to "pick up!"

As a brat, I quickly retorted, "I do not pick things from the ground."

Professor Lahiri said, "At the very least, take a look at what you've dropped."

As I had suspected, my Rs. 5 lay on the ground. I immediately stooped down and ate my own words shamelessly.

The elderly doctor began to laugh and nudged me gently with his arms. I was now blushing with embarrassment. As I climb the steps, I lowed my head.

"Nevermind!" said the elderly man behind my back.

We often speak without thinking in our sedentary age, which causes us humiliation. Though not overtly, I grasped the value of money and the importance of never losing it. I was trained not to eat from the ground, but I was never taught to pick up my money from the dirt. But when I noticed my Rs 5 laying there, I stooped low to pick it up. This minor experience left me with an entirely different impression. It made an otherwise mundane day more interesting. Every time I walk those steps, I think of Dr. Lahiri. After some time, the doctor sold his property and relocated. And I'm not aware of his residence now. But he lives on in my recollections.

RELATIONSHIP AND COMMUNICATION.

 

My mind is filled with a myriad of ideas as I make a mental note to get ready to write on this sensitive but enormous and contentious subject. Most aspects of what one has witnessed, the environment they grew up in, and their upbringing have an impact on how they approach their relationships, and life in general. A person will undoubtedly be affected by their family dynamics if they come from a chaotic home. He holds several misconceptions that he acquired from his early observations. His upcoming relationships will be impacted by the false beliefs he carries around. We develop a lot of relationships during our lives, yet some of them tragically end. Relationships that we are born into include those between parents and children, as well as those between siblings, cousins, uncles, and aunts. In these relationships we have no freedom to choose, we can choose whom we want to befriend and have the liberty to choose our spouse irrespective of whether it’s an arranged/love marriage.
Studies reveal that man cannot exist in isolation hence society was created. Every community has certain rules to observe and taboos to obey to live in peace and decorum, as well as with respect and love. Marriage was founded as a result of certain taboos. We will largely discuss the relationship between couples here.

The people we date and marry have a big impact on our lives. God's creation of the human being, which includes both man and woman, is incredibly challenging to understand. We need to understand the principles governing the body and mind to comprehend a man’s or woman's psychology. Depending on how many hormones are secreted, the endocrine system, or hormones, controls an individual.
A woman has emotional, creative, and romantic tendencies. A man, on the other hand, approaches life with more pragmatism. A man is domineering, egotistical, and difficult to satisfy. Man thinks with his head, or, to put it more colloquially, "between his legs," whilst a woman thinks with her heart. He thinks about sex constantly, and it dominates his inner thoughts. Since God designed them that way, neither we females nor they can change it. I should also point out that women occasionally exhibit timidity, whimsy, and stubbornness. And romance rules her head.

To put it simply the chemistry between a man and a woman is complex. The woman waits for her man to praise her, share his feelings with her, and be a part of her man’s life. The man does just the opposite. He will never admire her criticise her, and never be vocal about his feelings and emotions. Knowing these differences. It’s difficult to be on a common page for both of them. The conflicts of interest begin from here.
After cooking and doing her daily chores, a wife fantasizes that her husband will surprise her with a gift and be romantic because it's their wedding anniversary. But the husband, who has issues at work, returns home frustrated. He has no desire to think about an anniversary. He arrives home exhausted and hungry to find his wife's hopeful smile has turned into a frown. In this situation, men and women must communicate well. Both must put themselves in the other's shoes to understand how they must feel and what their day might be like.

Women have a preconceived notion that men are reluctant to communicate their emotions and lack the phrases to win women over. It is only an idea. The psychic talents of men are not like that. Men don't have time for trivial emotions. He merely desires to be laid down. He believes it is the right time to get laid when a wife adores and caresses her husband. However, the wife does it for her emotional intimacy; this build-up eventually progresses to the last stage of sharing a bed so that she can devote her entire self to her lover. They are both distinct in this way.

I have only so far talked about the physical side of a man and a woman's relationship. Let's now discuss the need to establish a relationship. The castle won't be constructed overnight. Building it is extremely painful and laborious. If a man works hard to earn his relationships. It is built by a woman with suffering, giving, and endurance. Any young couple's early marriage has numerous twists and turns. If each challenge makes the connection stronger, it will endure for a very long time. However, if the relationship thread becomes tangled up in trivial matters, it won't be able to withstand the test of time.

I'll use one as an illustration. This girl meets the male during a matchmaking event, and they immediately fall in love. Despite the arranged nature of the union, both parties had a deep love for one another. This boy needed marriage to satisfy his cravings. (As was previously said, the girl's love was similar to that of every other girl.) Starting a new marriage involves getting to know and exploring the other. They were saddled with the care of two children after a hasty pregnancy within four years of marriage. The in-laws did not allow their son to be in charge of the kids because of his youth.

The grandparents and the kids' mother shared full parental responsibilities for raising the kids. Although he had just recently become a father, he was still in no position to take care of responsibility. The wife and young toddlers suffered as a result of the father's unwise choices in friends. She started making concessions and sacrificing her needs for her spouse and children as a result of the responsibilities of raising her children. The wife and kids suffered because of the husband, who lost all family respect. For the in-laws, the daughter-in-law was a maid and a nanny to their grandchildren. She was not taken as their mother.

The young woman, as she matured, could now comprehend every member of the family. She survived by exercising patience and understanding. She never let her in-laws' opinions affect her parenting. She instilled in them straightforward yet profound virtues via perseverance, hard labour, love, and care. Her husband, who would never let her leave the house, was on one side, and her children were on the other. She made a patient, persevering effort to gain the respect and love of the family. nevertheless, in vain. She has her children's affection after ten years of suffering, devotion, and dedication, and they recognise and value the suffering their mother has endured.

As he gets older, her hubby is growing more relaxed. As her husband ages, he becomes more mellow over time. With time, he has come to understand that friendship belongs outside rather than inside. He now values her and thinks that the majority of his free time should be spent with the family. Ten years did not fly away in a split second. Every day was a new struggle and a trial. But with patience, she bore it, always thinking a day would come when she would enjoy the fruit of her endurance. She did not take the escapist route of aborting the relationship and walking away. She believes easy decisions are not the right or best solution to the problem. She made the tough decision to work on the relationship. It was because she loved her children and her husband dearly. Every time she saw them, she would melt, strengthening her to have more forbearance to stay and keep the family intact.
Today, her spouse and kids respect her efforts and are aware of every choice she makes. This woman successfully and calmly used self-defense while maintaining her dignity. She chose her words carefully. She never spoke more than was necessary. She never started a fight, but when someone provoked her, she understood how to respond with a couple of subtly worded comments.

Let's now discuss communication. Be succinct in your language; express yourself rather than in general terms. I always say that I can't understand what's going on in my head if we don't communicate. Nobody has a readable, understandable display monitor mounted on their forehead. You must verbally express yourself if you are irate, hungry, or unwell. It's crucial to choose your words carefully. Declare your intentions clearly and carry them through. And communication must indeed be honest.

Both verbal and nonverbal communication occurs. Use your eyes to communicate. Words cannot express what a look, a glance, or even a wink can. We frequently find ourselves speechless and unable to respond. When that happens, a hug or a firm handshake works as a reassuring sign that your support is there and you are aware of the situation.

Giving a response can't always be helpful, but silence is frequently more valuable than words. We develop this skill of nonverbal communication through practice. It's not always best to respond with a tit-for-tat. Silence doesn't necessarily indicate that you've lost it. It may also imply that you should not respond to their pointless speech.

No matter the topic, especially this one, I am by no means an expert. What I have seen and felt is what I have written about. Some of the insights I've seen have occurred in the neighbourhood, among my friends, or even within the family. I've come to understand that being understanding of one another's wants and difficulties can strengthen our connection. A partnership should have a lot more qualities, and these qualities can grow with time. Since it is impossible to cover everything, I have simply written what I know. On a personal note, I'd want to conclude by saying that all it takes to make a relationship work is to be a nice person; if you do that, everything else will fall into place like the parts of a jigsaw…

Prayers'

 

Everyone who believes in God will concur with me that one should start the day with a brief prayer of thanks to God for having waked up to such a lovely day. Think about how productive and fruitful you want to be with His assistance as you pray. Man cannot move a twig without God's help and His will, however, if the Almighty's will is by us, we can move mountains with faith, leave alone twig.

I've prayed regularly ever since I was a young child. I faintly remember Mummy praying even before I started going to school. She would pray for us while bending her head to the ground. I don't recall ever going to the play school, but I do recall my Prep I school days.

I remember from school that a day started with a morning prayer. Morning prayers were held in the classroom when I was in primary school. The morning prayer was done in the auditorium later, following class two. Additionally, we attended morning prayers in the church while in high school because it was connected to the school by a garden.

The church was unique. It was beautiful, with some musical instruments and a grand piano. An elevated podium was there, from where the bishop would send out the morning message through prayers. Every corner of the church emitted peace and solitude. At the centre of the hall were neat rows of benches in two columns. The church was very huge and had many entry and exit points.

The school bell would ring every day at 7:45, and we students would queue up to go to church. We would enter the church with order and decorum. Prefects walking back towards us repeatedly prompted us to lift our feet and walk rather than drag them. We would go and sit on the benches in orderly rows in silence. The hymnals would be handed out by the chapel usher. The Bible's verses would be read aloud by a teacher who would arrive and take a place at the podium. We praised God and sang songs. 15 to 20 minutes would pass during morning prayers before we split off and went to our schools. Our school day started in this way, and it gradually went by.

Even today, I am very attached to the peace and harmony of the church. The morning prayers in the church were the best part of the day. Sometimes our class teacher would leave it to us to conduct the morning prayers. We read related articles for a better understanding of our fellow students and wind up the prayer session with hymns and songs for the exaltation of God.

Reading the scriptures in the church piqued my curiosity. Even if it was only a few lines, I would make sure I was selected to read whenever our class teacher called on us to lead the chapel. I've ingrained this in my reading practices going forward. I occasionally get confidence and morale boost from reading in front of an audience. I should also add that these early morning prayers gave me the desire to follow a religious and spiritual path. It strengthened my faith and gave me a better knowledge of the power of the Almighty, and I came to believe that if we prayed fervently and honestly, miracles could happen.

If miracles did occur, I also knew in my early school years that we would be punished for our wrongdoings. There was also the fear of God. The guiding values in life that I established during my formative years included never lying and always acting justly and fairly in all situations. The sole purpose of this site is to remind people of God. to commit our life to show love and care to everyone we come across. Most significantly, if we are taught these straightforward yet profound values and ideas when we are young, they will stick with us throughout our lives. They will make life a lot simpler and more comfortable for you. God never promised us that life would be a bed of flowers, so I'm not suggesting it would be, but He did promise that if we always maintain a strong faith in Him, the world will be a better place to live.

The Toy Piano.

As time passes, we encounter countless individuals; some remain strangers while others grow to be significant and close members of our lives. Everyone has an impact on us. You never know whether someone you've known for a while will have an impact on you for the rest of your life. In a similar vein, events in our lives have an impact on and aid in the development of "ME." I'll also talk about the people we overlook, despise, loathe, admire, and/or love as we travel through life. They are all important in our life. There are both positive and negative effects that a role might have on us. Any impact on us cannot be disregarded.

My neighbours had a big influence on me when I was a kid. Those neighbours were more than just neighbours. We used to play games, act in plays, do group studies, and participate in sports when we were kids. Conflicts over little matters, such as refusing to share belongings with other siblings or friends, were typical. This makes me think of my pink toy piano. The best toy I had was this toy piano.

Music has always been a significant influence on my life. In school, during my singing classes, I would be mesmerised by the way my music teacher’s fingers danced on the keyboard. She played the tune and we children sang to her tune. It had been a month since I was pleading with my father to get me a toy piano. On the pretext that I would share my piano with other neighbour’s children, my Papa got me a piano. I had promised him that we children would take turns and play the piano.

I don't remember why I wasn't in the mood to share my toy piano with anyone one day. While I was playing at his house, a toddler in my neighbourhood wanted to play with it. When he sobbed and reached for my pink piano. I hurried back to my room. I dashed into my house and slammed the door tight, preventing him from stealing my piano. As I opened the door, I heard the toddler's cries and saw his little finger jammed between the door hinges. I was terrified of having to give up my piano as a punishment after seeing his hands covered in blood.

His mother and a few neighbours rushed him to the doctor. I was just 7 years old at the time. I was terrified of confronting my parents about what I had done. When he returned home, his finger was bandaged. I cried as I apologised to him and offered him my piano to compensate for the anguish I had caused him. I felt embarrassed for myself for days.

This minor occurrence in my childhood taught me a valuable life lesson. Papa taught me that injuring another human being was a severe offense to commit at any age. My little lesson was to share and care for everyone. The most important effect was that I grew more sensitive to other people's feelings and hurt. Empathy occupied a significant portion of my adult life. I knew what it was like to be in pain. Even now, I recall how it must have felt to be a toddler, and I am conscious of how it has aided my development into the person I am now.