Little Memories of Big Life

In my child hood during summer holidays we (bro, sis, me) used to visit peddamma's, babai's house. We used to play with all my cousins and have delicious food. One day we went to my Saroja Peddama's house, they had a dog, they used to call it sony. I really love pets, but then I was so small that the dog looks taller if we stand together, that apparently made me fear of her. One after noon we were talking about movies and other stuff and suddenly my bro vikki and my cousin sripriya changed the topic, they started talking about characters in a novel(I still ask them the name of the novel.. haha..).  My sister vinni and me we were staring at them as it sounded to us like a foreign language. Later that day I saw some books in their house I tried reading a book but I could not as I did not understood a single word they meant( I remember I was going to high school then).

Days passed and I was left alone with  my mom and dad, as my bro has to leave for usa for higher studies and my sis to a hostel for her degree. My father used to do a business and so he rarely used to stay with us and my mom is a working women and I go to school. I still remember the days we celebrate when my bro or sister comes to home for holidays.

My bro (before going to usa) used to come home for two days, he used to come on friday night and leave on Monday morning or Sunday evening.Then my sister was in hostel doing her degree in cuddapah and I was doing my intermediate. I still remember the day when I got Chiken pox my brother was not allowed inside my room as he might get. One day when my brother came home he said he will take me out, I was so excited and very happy. It was so funny when my brother took me to his favourite place Visalandhra book I was shocked and so upset. Then came the real shock when he said we were going home by walk, as it was in the afternoon it is hot and I could not walk and he finally bought me a Maaza fruit drink to make me stop crying and we took a Rikshaw to go home. Can you believe it was Rs5.00 then. My brother started preparations for his GRE and he got admission from a university. He came home after his completion of degree and made preparations to go to chennai for F1 Visa. Then as it was holidays my cousins, babai's, pinni's from hyderabad and Nellore came home to visit us, we all went to railway station to wish my brother to get Visa.
Than my sister and me went to Nellore to spend the rest of the holidays and my brother came from Chennai to Nellore on the way back home to pick me and my sister. I remember the incident that my sister and I were in my babai's home with my cousin Ujwala and Saran and we got a phone call from my brother asking for the address of the home. We waited for him outside for a very long time and not able to stop the curiosity to see my brother we all four walked on the road to meet him and it was like in a movie that we all four and my brother were on both ends of the road and we ran towards him with excitment and as we reached him he told that he got Visa. Then I did not know what Visa was except that he would be leaving us soon. We went home and my babai Kumar gave us 300 Rs to celebrate the occasion. My pinni, cousin's Ujwala, Saran, sis, bro and me went to Babu Icecream and celebrated the day. The day came when my brother has to leave for America and my family  was happy and sad for him. I still remember I went inside restroom and weep after my brother left. Everybody was sad to leave him. :(

After my brother left, I was home alone with my mom and dad in Tirupati, my sister was in cuddapah and she used to visit us every now and then as cuddapah was only 5 hr journey to Tirupati. My sister is full of energy and my mom and sister always used to fight like kids. But I believe that made them bring closer and made their relation ship stronger.In hostels they do not have Television to watch and they need to do all the chores, so when my sister comes home she does not want to do anything. Most of the day she watches Television and my mother shouts at her not to watch Television, rather read or do chores. But my sister she hates doing them and even today she does not like to do the cleaning.I remember an incident that happened when one time my sister came home. After spending time at home she was not at all ready to leave for hostel and she was making some excuses to avoid the leaving. But my mom some how made her leave for hostel as it was the end of semester and she had to write the semester end exams. Later my mom got call or my sister knocked at the door I dont memorize exactly, but it seems that the bus my sister got into met with an accident. So my mother cancelled her trip and my sister was also feeling home sick to leave the home, hence my mom did not force her to leave. Later the next morning my sister got a phone call from her friend that my sister was selected as the project leader for her group and they will start working as soon as she attends the classes. My sister in a nick of time forgot the home sickness every thing and that afternoon she left to cuddapah( Hahhahahha). There was one funny incident during her project, as a part of the project they had to do some on field work, Cuddapah is a very hot place and the more you expose to sun the more you will get sun burn. My sister came home and my mother started crying  seeing her, the truth is my sister turned coal black after her on filed project work. It took a month or two to get to her natural skin colour.Days went by and my also started her preparation to make her step in to USA. She worked very hard and finally my father and sister went to chennai for her visa and she got it. We started shopping for her trip and I really felt sad and cried  :( after her farewell. My mom and dad missed her so much especially the little fights and arguments they had.

We three me, mom  and dad were feeling lonely without my brother and sister. Than there were my brother and sister visits to india every year and I used to feel so sad that we have to take the permission from schools and goverments to spend time with our own family which literally is 3 weeks of which 4 days are spent in travel and 3 days in rest and the reamining we get is 2 weeks. It is a pity that 8424 hours of waiting is equal to 336 hours of spending time with our family. Is this the importance given to human emotions and family in this world created by none other than US?