The punjabi household

The story of a young girl parminder and her adventures when she sores high to achieve her dreams and the medieval India a decade down freedom. Scripting the dark shaded of India

The punjabi house

Right from the time i was a little girl i hated my name it was one the most outdated names .But my mother loved it ''PARMINDER'' my name no matter how many times i told her not to call me parminder and call me pam insted she made it a point that she would scream my name loud and clear in my colony parminder ,''parminder dinner is ready'' or parminder you have played enough come home now " and i use to frown and tell her mom its not parminder its ''pam,pam and pam '' our family being punjabi did 'nt quiet like my self given nickname .My grandmom use to get annoyed when my friends use to call me pam she would say '' innay shaan say iskay dadji nay eska naam parminder rkha si bdegark kerdita naam da ''[with great pride my granfather had kept my name parminder and i was the one who destroyed its grandeur by making it pam.] aur bhejo enano angreju k school '' i would laugh at her when she would say so, it was a routine to taunt at my parents and mine to assure her that its just my name thats got an english touch but the heart stays the same punjabi with wich it was born. she wouls smile and i would hug her .She was the best dadi [grandmom] any girl could have ,i loved her she pampered me more than her pet pihu ,her parrot. because no one could feed pihu accept dadi and it was a gift that my dadaji gave her before he left us all .So i felt like the most important person in the house . Ours was a very happy family we lived in the poorest of the locality and were the richest in our hearts. My father was a rickshaw driver and he was the only source of income ,i lost him in a very early age . In an accident. So mom had to look after all of us she would clean houses in the morning and cook for them in the evening. my dadi often use to tell her we should go back to punjab this city has taken enough from us but my mom wanted me to study here in the city and because the school was government aided we never had to worry. Convent school had so many good sisters around and always ready to help it partly reduced the education burden off my mothers shoulder.
But i guess all that I lost was not enough i lost my mother too. We never knew what or never understood what kind of cancer it was but we knew she was going .My dadi and i were the only family left for each other so we loved and looked after each other more than usual all this was hard to move on but Mumbai is a very busy city one has to catch hold of time and move on. We grew stronger with time I learned dance I loved dance and everything around me was dance . My school was very supportive they had an ashram[orphanage] running for orphan kids ,people from abroad would come to adopt kids ,while some would take young girls and boys as servants but claim them as relatives . so sister Rosie sent me with a good Maharashtrian family as a servant too look after a three year old girl Nidhi . So dadi was totally mad at me but I told her this family lives close to the dancing school I always whished to go and London is a dream where anyone would one to go I have an opportunity I explained to her if I even workaday whole life would never be able to earn money enough for the tickets and this family is really good there giving me good salary and even permission to learn dance all I have to do is look after a little girl . I promised her I would work really hard and soon would have enough money to bring her to London too .with a ton of tears and pleading she agreed that was when she bought me a cell phone my first cell phone ever. it was not very stylish but it was a cell phone .after my mom dadi took over moms job and working as a maid to gift a phone was really huge those days because cell phones had just become a trend in the 2000s .it was a simple starter model by nokia .She cried all night before my morning flight and made me cry too all I wished was to take her with me. But it was necessary for me to leave I wanted to know what London was outside my history text book .Most importantly better lifestyle and I had to build it for me and dadi . She dropped me on the airport she asked me to sore as high as I could because that was the only reason why we didn’t go back to Punjab .I

Author's Note

This story is full of drama, exploring the Indian culture and men their shades

Reviews

[AmateurWriter01]

That is a very heartbreaking and inspirational story. You did a good job and It kept me wanting to read all of it. I really liked it a lot.

[Scribbles]

Thank you kris i am glad you liked it

[Franky]

I like this! I hung on every word. This is a litte sad but inspirational. You seem very strong and confident.

[Scribbles]

Thank you so much frankie it boost a lot

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good story written. I love to read story about other places. I did like the strength and the hope of the girl. hard to leave the family and wise to know. Education is the key to have a successful life. Thank you for sharing the worthwhile story.
Coyote

[Scribbles]

Thank you so much i was waiting for your review it's always so constructive.

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome.