Say Hello To Babu & Geetha

Ola my kind-hearted, beeeeaaaautiful readers! Today’s blog post is another December challenge which was asked for by many of you and let me start by introducing the man and woman you see in the picture who procreated and brought me into this world, yes they are my parents. My father a goofy, fun-loving and warm guy married my mother, a sensitive, kind and strong woman on August 26th 1983. I might have to check on the date and year though, I’m never good with numbers but my point is they married at a young age when my father was working in Delhi and my mother was awaiting her results after writing bank exams. I cannot get into details about their life before I was born but I assume they lead a pretty happy life because two years after the marriage they were blessed with a baby boy whom they loved more than they could ever imagine, and the person I’m talking about is my brother, whom we lovingly call Kunju and this will officially be his blog name.

Then they thought they wanted more than one offspring to mess up their lives even further and decided to have me. Tada! I was born 3 and a half years after my brother was born, as a 4 kg over-weight, not to forget an extremely hairy kid. Yes I was a fat fur ball of a child. Hence, my poor mother’s wish to have a boy and a girl came into a reality and they thought life from there on would be filled with roses and pearls and that’s EXACTLY what not happened.

We were two of a kind, kunju was extremely naughty for a small guy and I was a silent stare-to-death monster for a fat kid. It must have been rough on the poor things when they had to kick us around all the time and get their asses to work every single day. I distinctly remember all four of us being late for everything, kunju and I were always late for school because of us, I mean kunju would take his own time to get ready and I would not stop crying about going to school. My mom would be late for office because she has to cook breakfast and pack lunch for 4 people and then get ready for office. My dad would be late for office because he would be taking care of us in the morning and when we miss our school bus which is almost always, he would be the one to drop us to school. So we were always late and the mornings in our household is something I can still remember and picture very well, it will be like a meen chanta (Its a Malayalam word for Fish Market), it would be chaotic with screaming, yelling,n tantrums and lots of bargaining. Fun times.

Life went on like that, and soon my dad had to live away for sometime due to work, then in some years we moved to another city all together as a family and eventually kunju went on to do his engineering and I started college, we went away for our post grads later, started working and now he is married and has a beeeeeautiful family of his own and I’m married to Bigshot.

My dad has now officially retired from his 35 years of bank service and is currently busy watsapping me jokes that most of the time are pretty long and he also sends me home facials for glowing skin. Haha, that’s my dad. When I was small, I still remember my dad being the one who would dress me up in beautiful dresses and then he would make me wear from matching bangles to matching socks. It’s not like my mom didn’t want to do all that for me, but she was always running behind my brother for some of his incorrigible works or her constant struggle to balance office and a home. My dad is the epitome of loyalty and by that I mean he wouldn’t let anybody talk ill about us and is always thinking about us when there is something to be shared or celebrated. He is smart and well-informed but I would say he is pretty reserved till he gets to know someone well.
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My mother whom I sometimes lovingly call woman, which btw she hates, is my best friend. At least now she is, even though we fight pretty often, we speak about everything under the sun now that I’ve “grown up”. She was also a bank employee who recently took voluntary retirement from her bank and is currently either on the phone with me or someone from her squad. Now that I’ve “grown up” I don’t know how she managed everything but she never gave up and that’s why she is a strong woman and lately I would say a little bit on the sensitive side.

I know I had pretty great parents while growing up and in the society that I grew up in, they were neither uptight nor conservative. And I thank my lucky stars for having such open-minded and understanding parents because if they were not, I would have turned into somebody that I would have never liked. My brother and I had the freedom to do mistakes, learn from them and even be true to ourselves. They are truly someone I can say anything to because I know that they wouldn’t worry about it because they somehow know we can handle it. My dad is my hero and my mom is my best friend and there are times my heart bursts with so much of love for them that my throats starts feeling fuzzy and my eyes starts welling up. Although I should warn you that they are not so perfect, sometimes they both crack a joke only to start laughing at their own joke. And oh god, when they both fight it’s difficult to understand who is the 18 year old and who is the 16 year old and most of the time they make me pick sides.

So there you go guys, that’s about my parents about whom I cannot completely write in one single post but since I’ve already crossed the 1000 word count limit, I’ll stop here and moreover writing more would definitely take a toll on you. Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I loved writing it and have a wonderful and great weekend 🙂