Grandfather- Father of my Father Indeed

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This my childhood story. A memory which I will cherish forever. Hope you will enjoy it.

“Life is a journey with quest to solve lessons, to learn but most of all experience to enjoy”.

Submitted: September 03, 2014

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Grandfather – Father of my Father Indeed

 

It is estimated that 70 % of human body constitute of water. So, fascination for water right from childhood must be a natural thing. Fishing and diving in pond was a great pleasure.

A green water pond was situated in the backside of my house; visible but far enough that anyone could be recognized by face. But swimming, even taking a dip was a faraway thing, the reason stated was that we belong to an affluent family and it is below the family status. My elder brother and younger cousin were following the tradition but I was a rebel. The first step was to find earthworms or tapeworms in the mud near the roots of banana tree. When worms were collected in an empty bottle then escaping from eyes of the ladies, busy in daily chore to my adventure pond was second step.

My fishing stick had a big size hook from usual which added more difficulty and my competitors were properly equipped though they did not belong to such a well to do family. They had 5 fishing stick, with exact size of hooks for fishing, moreover there fishing knowledge was far ahead of mine. They were always busy in pulling the rod when the fishing indicator dipped in water, loading again with worms and capturing the fish and all these steps were at lightning speed as fishing was in there reflexes. Mine was a game of patience; I had to wait until I catch 5 fish. Then these precious catches were offered to the fellow companion sitting beside me as beforehand the agreement was made that the person sitting next to me will take 5 fish for giving me swimming lessons.

Learning swimming was a daring act, as my instructor never told me, how to do; instead he always showed me how he does it. As a result I couldn’t learn swimming even after many days of effort. But yes, I could at least now float in water for few minutes without drowning.

After so much of hardship I use to rush towards my house for lunch. So, that I don’t get late for it. To have lunch together was a big part of our family tradition which was passed from generation to generation. The men of house use to sit together to have lunch and ladies use to serve. The sitting arrangement was in L shape with two ends occupied by me and my grandfather.

 

During the course of lunch my grandmother used a hand fan to ease my grandfather from heat of the day. When lunch was over to pour water for washing hand from mug for my grandfather was my duty and almost every other day he used to scold me in a raised voice that how I dare to take a dip  in the pond again and every single time I denied in a feeble voice of attempting it.

One day when he was in a fine mood, I asked him how he caught me every time; then he disclosed his secret that it is my hair. Later on I started to keep a pocket comb, to comb my hair after the dip in pond and to my  utter disbelief or you could say incredulity he still use to catch me.

This time the cat came out of the bag much later. During the festive season, when I asked him the same question, he replied laughingly at my innocence that how my hair can be so tidy and wet when I have taken bath much earlier at home every day. That day I realized “Understanding comes only through experience, and for experience there has never been and never will be a substitute”.

My grandfather is father of my father in every sense and I wish as People mature with age & experience; I hope I too resemble a fine wine”.

 

 


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