Sunday, July 18, 2010

Nana means encouragement, optimism and faith !

It  never really sunk in, the fact that nana (maternal grandfather)  is no more, it felt the same like at did when he was around, but today it was different, it all came gushing down, reality, in a sudden instantaneous moment of epiphany ! It was strange because it never really happened in the past three years, but a sudden recall of a memory I had with him did such a miracle !

I was 17 when he was hospitalized for the last time, it was a case of stroke again, the 5th one I guess, the docs said he was critically ill, but to me it didn't matter, not because I didn't care but because I knew my nana was a survivor, a fighter. The first time he got hospitalised the docs had said his chances of living were a mere 5% and yet he survived, and improved. I knew it'd be the same this time, the docs could say whatever they want too..I wasn't allowed to meet him in the ICU in his last few days, the hospitals staff and my parents thought I would n't be able to see him in his heart wrenching condition, but to me it didn't matter because I knew he'd be home in no time. With this in mind on the 7th of December 2006, I left for India to participate in a student service project. He expired exactly 10 mins after my flight took off. ( I wasn't informed, they told me when I got back)..So I was never able to attend his funeral or hold his hand before he died and I guess thats the reason why his death was unacceptable to me, until now...

My mamoo (uncle) is here to visit us and we were gathered in the lounge after dinner for some late night tea and discussions when he remarked how my aunt liked the fact that nana always used to encourage her cooking skills. That's when it struck ! Without thinking I started mentioning a forgotten incident that moistened my eyes once I was done.....- I was 14. It was lunch time and I had helped mom in making a paratha ( fried bread) , proud with my meager achievement I served that paratha to nana , who praised it from all his heart and soul and ate it with such delight as if it were the best paratha in the world ( which Im pretty sure it wasn't !) In the end he saved the last tiny bit of paratha, wrapped it in a plastic wrap and said he'd preserve it and have it framed for it was the first paratha his grand daughter had made. A few days later he suffered his first major stroke and was hospitalized, the nurse handed over his clothes, from his trousers' pocket was found his ID, a comb and the wrapped 1 cm piece of paratha !!

I've never had anyone as encouraging as appreciating in my life as my nana. He taught me to believe in myself and my dreams, I wish he were alive to see me in Med school , I'm sure he'd be most proud of me ! The nana who'd crouch  into my make believe clinic under a table when I was a 6 year old, have his arm wrapped in my old hair scrunchie while I pretended to check his blood pressure and wrote a prescription of chocolates, and then most amazingly he also used to give me my fee,sufficient enough to buy candies, for as he used to say 'little Dr. Najwa grand daughter of Imadul Islam will be a big doctor one day and make her nana proud' !!...

I will nana , I will !

7 comments:

  1. Your post made me miss my Nana Jaan so much! He passed away last year on 8th July. I still can't believe it. So many memories. But you know wht our loved ones might go, but their blessing are wid us =) *hug*

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  2. i must say you are very lucky to have happy memories you once shared with your grandpa...i on the other hand never had the chance to meet my maternal grandparents or my paternal grandfather..all three of them passed away a year or 2 before my birth...i have always yearned for this kind of feeling you had and still have for your nana..this post really made me cry (or perhaps i m a big crybaby)..i really have no idea how grandfathers are like but they must be something like your nana..bless him
    i so wish i could give you a big hug right now jua :(

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  3. ^^
    forgot to mention my name but i guess you already know
    UJ

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  4. that finding the 1 cm piece of paratha incident made me cry instantly.

    it is great to know that you had a nana who was in an absolute sense a loving man. there aren't many ppl who know exactly how to express love.

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  5. salam najwa, i meant to leave a comment the other day when i read this but forgot after saying to myself ill come back and leave the comment.

    its a lovely tribute to your nana and so warm and touching. your post is truly filled with love.

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