There was a time when every single thing went wrong in both professional and personal life. I was feeling low – probably the worst time in my life so far – wondering what I should do and how to bounce back. Blank space. Empty mind. Hollow Life.
It was the month of Aadi (Tamil Month), when families get together to offer prayer to Goddess Amman, and celebrate Koozhu (fermented ragi porridge) festival. Since our family was large, it used to be fun, the real fun. Right from Thatha (Grandpa) and Patti (Grandma) to Kollu Thatha (Great Grandfather) and Kollu Patti (Great Grandmother), mama (uncle) and mami (aunty) to athai payan (nephew) and mama ponnu (niece), every one used to be present in the festival. The amount of koozhu and karuvadu kolambu (dry fish gravy) made must weigh more than 10 KG and the amount of noise made must be more than the allowed decibel levels. Not just that… we could listen to at least ten love stories, twenty-five quarrels and some wonderful memorable stories of our childhood. It spreads out positive energy amongst us and that was the power of a family festival.
Even in that kind of environment, that year, I sat alone, always looked at the ceiling and wondered if I could get some clue or a way out of the sticky situation and perform better. My great grandpa, noticed me, came to me, and spoke in his usual cheerful way.
“So is the girl still in love with you?” That was how he initiated the conversation.
“What girl ah thatha (Great grandfather)?” I was confused because I was never in love before.
“Okay, then is your company closed?” He shot out the next question.
“No… no, I’m still working in the same company. It is one of the India’s Top Ten Companies.” I said with pride gleaming in my eyes.
“Oh then is the sky coming down or the ceiling?” He looked up and pointed his index finger to show the crack in the ceiling.
I smiled. He smiled. Together we smiled. Then I explained about the project deadline and things I was going through. He listened to it patiently, and then narrated a small story to me. It made me realise the power of family, and so I thanked him. He patted me on my back and said, “You will do better. Stay positive and keep smiling.”
Sooner all our family members joined the conversation and we had a fantastic and memorable time.
After the Aadi Koozhu festival, my life changed dramatically, it gave me the strength and motivation I needed to go on with optimism, perform well in my project and look up in life. “Together… a better place to live life happily”.
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