Sharing Our Innermost Thoughts

Hello everyone!

First of all before I start outlining the aspects of my life, I wish you guys know that its very hard to forget bad things which has happened to you and may universe as I personally feel there is no god helps you not just leveling yourself but deliver you decency and happiness.
From the day I was born, I have been the most unlucky girl around. when I say ‘around’ I mean the people who I played with, went school with and the people with whom I became an adult. From day 1, apart from my maternal grandfather, my aunt and my parents, I had no one who i can call my family. The family from my paternal side harassed my mother, once locked her in a dingy place and left her without food when my father was on a tour. Not to forget, she was expecting her first baby which came out dead. My mother remained in depression for 2 years approx and was rescued by her mother who then was a pretty big deal. My maternal grandmother was an officer, highly respected and revered and she rescued my mother and brought her to Delhi, India. Watching the whole drama, my father decided that he should too accompany my mother and so they both left for Delhi. After coming back to Delhi, ,my parents realised that most of the essentials are still at my paternal grandmothers house, so my father paid a visit again. This time, my grandmother beaten him with sticks, he was bruised, his elder brother didn’t help him and he had to come back empty pocket.

Just a little background of my paternal family. My grandmother has always been haughty headed. My father lost his father when he was 18. My grandfather didn’t leave anything for the family except the house at the time of his dead. My father is the middle child and has an elder brother and two young brother and sister. At the time of my grandfather’s death, his elder brother said that he couldn’t support the family as he is preparing for his job. Now since the family has no money, my father decided to leave his studies and found a job that could support the family. He used to work 7 days a week so to support the family and was hoping when his elder brother would get the job. His elder brother used to ask him for money almost every time and as soon as his elder brother got a job , family decided to marry him off. His wedding expenses too was paid by my father on a promise that at any time of emergency, he would too help him with all the money.

My father’s business was going good and he was happy and so the thought of his marriage was also making rounds. While his elder brother was regularly helped with his burgeoning expenses after marriage. My father was crystal clear sure that his elder brother would help him when the time comes.

My father’s business was running quite odd at the time of his wedding so he asked his brother to help him pay the vendors and its when his elder brother ignored his requests and told him that he is not coming to his wedding. Mind you, they were living in the same house and my mother had no idea about the rift going in the family. My paternal grandmother lied about everything to my maternal grandmother and my mother was not aware of the gravest financial distress running in the family. Everything was a lie.

Meanwhile, as I mentioned my mother was very gravely treated in the family. Since my paternal grandmother was not allowed to talk to my elder uncle’s wife, all the harassment was inflicted on my mother who was from a very well to do family. Once, because my mother was late to the kitchen, my grandmother beaten her with a hot rod. The signs are still in her hands. When my mother once went to meet her family, my grandmother locked the door upfront and for a day, my mother had to sit outside. No one in the family said a word. I don’t have any respect for my elder uncle, his wife . my grandmother and anyone in the family. Even after getting the job, my elder uncle contributed next to nothing in the family’s expenses while my father even in the dire distress made sure his home is fed on time. My father knew the torture but he couldn’t take any decision. Its when he lost his first child, he decided to leave the household. He gave up his youth to feed his family but he too was beaten up severely and no one from his family came for his rescue. Even when my mother was in deep pain, someone in the neighbour came to her rescue and managed to take her to the hospital. After my maternal grandmother came to know about the family’s conditions and what my mother has gone through, she decided to take both of my parents to Delhi and to start afresh.

There are many bruises yet to come and I will post regularly in the thread till I am able to fend the steam off my chest. For now, this is the first part of many horrible parts yet to come.

Part 2 will come tomorrow.