...my love towards my daughter who is the reason why i am still alive and going great guns !!!

I have two major tasks to finish in life:

one: marrige of my dear daughter soon after her graduation.....

two : there is a local saying that ' a good husband is one who prepares his wife for the widowhood ' ...in that spirit i want to save some decent sum so that my wife need not depend on others,  not even my daughter, for  rest of her life, after my departure from this planet........

...i consider that but for the above two, all my other tasks are  routine/minor ones and would be carried out in a ' matter of factly ' way and not that important to find a mention here

1) My childhood days were spent in our native village in my father's ancestor's home. I was born ( 6th of the 8 children !!) in the bath-room when my mother was taking her morning  shower !!. That's how the births used to take place in those days - so easily, without much effort !! .Later after few years we had to dispose the house and shift to the city where  i am living now. Every time i visit my native place i make it a point to visit that house to go and see my birth-place "-the bath room..." it stirrs up all the nostalgic memories of my childhood days...

2)My father toiled for years and constructed a beautiful house in the city to which we all shifted over after leaving the village. For many years my father made the loan instalment payment and cleared off the entire loan during his life time for which he had to make lot of sacrifices . He lived in that house for many years and after a short period of illness passed away in coma in a nursing home. His body was brought home in the night and our family elders decided that since he had died at an '  inauspicious time ' the body should not be taken inside the house.!!........it was kept outside the house for the whole night before finally cremating the next day .....now i am no more living in that house, but whenever i pass that way i don't forget to take the darsan of that particular sacred spot outside the house where his body was kept  on his last day !!!...even now it stirrs up sad feelings in me to think that inspite of his having done so much for the family and the home which he loved so much and took so much pains to build did not accomodate his body for just one night !!....my eyes inadvertantly turn moist !!!

.........in view of overconsumption of quinine tablets during my childhood ( to combat against malarial fever ) i have become DEAF/ HEARING IMPAIRED........inspite of this my dominating sense is ' sense of hearing ',,,,,now i am used to wearing digital hearing aid .....

.while telling a story i heavily bank on -voice modulation,( i love to listen to my own voice...................who is not ?                    
                                                                   -eye contact ,
                                                                   -lots of gesticulation with my hands ,
                                                                    -feelings ,
...the proportions vary depending on the theme of the story........

.....here's a small game for my friends : get your eyes covered with a  hand kerchief  and hands tied with another kerchief....ready ?...now narrate your story !......now you will understand what i mean.........!!!!!,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,  : O )

Reading story books and cartoons.......during holidays and week-ends i used to read  under dimly lit  oil-lamp ( electricity was not even heard of in those days in our village ! ) story books till wee hours of the morning... i am fast approaching 60 but this habit has still not changed, but the graceful improvement is that oil lamp has become a thing of past now that i am staying in city with all basic comforts ....another change is now i cannot read fictions anymore at all....instead i read only hard stuffs- non-fiction and poetry........