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My parents are 30 years!


Dearest Mom and Dad,

Today you are both celebrating the fact that you have a child who made it to 30 years. I’m celebrating the fact that you made it 30 years into parenthood without killing your mischievous offspring. *hahah* For that I thank you dearly as I’m thrilled to be alive, to meet this milestone. I know you love me and are proud of me and all that good stuff. I also know that there were trying times when I was a less than disciplined child. Let’s celebrate the fact that all three of us made it this far in life together!!!

Most people would do a birthday post with their achievements so far in life and maybe some resolutions for the next couple years. I think the distance from home has put me in a ‘reflective’ mood this year. I don’t want to look to the future; I want to look at my past – relive some of the things that have made me who I am today.

You might not realise it but there are many things I’d like to remind you of right now. Let’s call this a trip down memory lane from my point of view:

  • IMG_1842Mom, I remember quite a few times you would chase me to give me some ‘good lashes.’ Come on, Mom! Why would anyone refer to a spanking as ‘good’??? I don’t see what was so ‘good’ about those! Therefore, I ran away, even when you called me. *smirks* I probably deserved quite a lot of those. Okay! I probably deserved all as you never raised you hand at me unless I was really horrid. However, let’s look at the good side of those ‘spanking chases’: (1) I helped to keep you fit Mom, and, (2) I learned to hide my mischief more efficiently, thus, you were less stressed out and forced to discipline me! Win-win.
  • IMG_0531I remember the time Dad forgot me at school when I was in Form 2. I still don’t know what happened that day. I remember sitting under that tree in the school yard and waiting and waiting and still no Dad. Finally, at about 5pm (he’d normally get me at 3:30pm and take me to the office) I called him only to find out that he was almost home – at the head of the street. I think he broke a few speed limits that day because in a matter of 10 minutes he was there for me. Mom, we never told you this then cause I got bribed with the promise of ice-cream but I’m happily sharing this now as I don’t think he ever did fulfill that bargain. *evil grin*

Yes, I shared a few ‘bad memories’ first. They make me laugh when I think of them. In addition, as I grew older, the ‘parent training’ of you two became easier and you stopped spanking me and forgetting me. I think we turned out okay…


Now, for some of the good memories:

  • IMG_0304Mom, do you remember holding my hand and taking me to nursery school? This should have taken us a maximum of 10 minutes walking but it invariably turned into about half hour. The reason was because I needed to say ‘good morning’ to everyone I saw on the way and would also strike up conversations with the old ladies in the street. You taught me early in life to be polite to people and to enjoy the simple things in life.
  • Dad, do you remember the time when you were at home with me when I was in Prep A? You would help me to get dressed for school and we were both challenged with the task of combing my hair! Then you would take me to school; you were the only Dad among all the mothers – I was very proud about this. Every afternoon I’d stand up in class and peep through the window and you would be there under the tree outside the compound waiting to take me home. That taught me the security of having a family.
  • 100_0174Mom, I remember you carrying me down this long road to a clinic when I was very sick. I used to wonder if that road would ever end and I’d feel myself slipping away from you because I was always so tired and you would instinctively hold me tighter to prevent me from falling. The sun was always hot and you had to juggle an umbrella and a sick child, yet you never dropped me. Dad, I remember that the only thing I really wanted to eat besides mashed potatoes when I was sick was noodle soup. Mom didn’t know how to prepare it at that point in time so you bought the packets and would cook it for me when you came home from work. There were times I wasn’t totally conscious but whenever I opened my eyes either one of you or both of you would be there. I also remember a kitten – all over black with a white star on his neck and green eyes. I’m not sure now if he was real or a figment of my imagination as he disappeared when I got well. Was he real? Anyways, these things taught me that true love from a parent is a joy that is felt and comes from small things in life – a hug, a smile, time spent with each other.
  • HPIM0061I remember that I failed math (miserably) when I changed schools. I was so devastated that I cried and cried and cried. Dad, you spent that Christmas vacation teaching me arithmetic so that I won’t fail again. Then, once we’ve conquered that challenge, you taught me advanced algebra so I’ll feel good about myself. This empowered me to keep on trying even when I failed.
  • IMG_0384There was this period of time when I would go to Modo’s after school because you were attending afternoon classes in order to enter CPCE, Mom. Even when you fulfilled the ‘traditional’ roles of a woman (mother and wife) you pursued your dreams. The joy I would feel when I stood on that side step and saw you coming up the road was surreal. We’d walk home hand in hand and talk about our days – well mostly me as I was and still can be a talkative person. It taught me to follow my dreams, never give up!
  • I remember the first time I saw Bringle – my first dog ever! He was a cute little grey mongrel with a cold black nose and a curled tail and I fell in love with him on sight! Neither of you told me I was getting a dog but simply said that there was something downstairs for me after I heard the gate open and close. He was quite possibly the BEST PRESENT EVER! Following Bringle, the adoption of random strays over the years taught me compassion and provided a foundation to nurture my love of animals.
  • 100_0387Our home is a home because it is a place where those in need can find shelter – there is always a meal to be had and friendly advice. This was proven time and again when family and friends would visit. I have these images in my head of you two hanging out with my friends – even when said friends came to see ME. The guys would go sit and chat with Dad for a few minutes or watch television. Mom would hang out with us in the living room after work on the occasions she came home to an ‘invasion’. This wasn’t restricted to the physical location but the many times Mom would cook us dinner (little rotis with curry and tea) and Dad would transport them to the university when we wanted to stay late for one reason or another.
  • IMG_3503Dad you taught me to play cricket – even when you didn’t initially approve of me pursuing a sport when I had studies. You instructed me on how to keep a good line and deliver a ball, how to catch and how to bat. I never was and never will be a great cricketer but I was good enough to captain the girls’ team at QC for three years and was even awarded the School Colours Medal. This support extended to other hobbies as well and I’m happy you encouraged me to pursue my dreams, also.
  • Mom, every time I was on stage for a prize giving ceremony or for a graduation, I would instinctively look for you in the crowd. I don’t know if you know this but it’s true. Both Dad and you contributed to my education in many ways. But I remember you first because I remember doing homework or assignments and meals would miraculously appear next to me. I’d eat and the empty plates and cups would disappear. You did magic! You taught me to write – not my nursery school teacher. You are my first teacher and considering where I am now, you have a lot to be proud of Teacher Pan!

There are so many more memories, great memories, that I can share; but there isn’t enough time or space for me to write them down. You two have always been the foundation of my life and no matter what I chose, even if you thought I could have made a better choice, you supported me. Every success I’ve had in life is because of you and I’ll never forget it. You made home a place where I feel safe. You made me the woman I am today – confident, kind and giving. The best lessons in life came not from my classrooms but from you two and I thank you for them.

I love you two. Knowing you return this love makes me strong enough to conquer the world! Happy 30 years of parenthood to you!!!





2015 – Project 52 / 52Frames / A Picture a Week Challenge

Week 09 – Black and White

Week 09 - 2015 Project 52 - Forever
Week 09 – 2015 Project 52 – Forever

The story: I miss home; I miss my mom and dad. The ring with three hearts was given to me on my 13th Valentine by my parents – one heart for each of us as we are a small nuclear family. The other ring is an unpolished diamond from my country that my dad gave to my mom on my 18th Valentine. Mom gave me the ring as it cannot fit her anymore. Sometimes, the simplest photographs tell the most meaningful stories. I wanted to ensure that the focus was where I wanted it so I kept it very simple this week..

My thoughts on black and white photography: From the moment I saw the challenge, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy to do. I have noticed that too many people hide mistakes with black and white processing (I’ve been guilty of this also); however, there’s an art to it. I don’t think I’ve nailed the art but at least  I’ve changed my thinking about this kind of photography overall.

Don’t take it for granted that you just have to worry about ‘black’ and ‘white’ and not too many other things. I think this makes it even hard because your other skills are truly tested: composition, story, lighting, etc. I kept it simple this week as I’m bouncing back from two weeks of ‘laziness’ – I didn’t want to do the ‘go big or go home’ thing as it would have been too easy to mess that up. Thus my image for this week.

Some other images from that experiment:

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Country visit…

- mahaicony creek (1)
Sweet water meets salt water

Prelude: The Co-operative Republic of Guyana, sometimes referred to as the ‘Land of Six People’,  is truly a magnificent place. I’m not just saying this because I’m Guyanese but you have to expect some amount of prejudice as I’m very proud of my country. The short, and more popular, version ‘Guyana’ is an Amerindian word which means ‘Land of many Waters’.

Sometime over the Christmas vacation in 2013, some family, friends and I took a visit to Mahaicony Creek, East Coast Demerara, Guyana. This all came about because one of my cousins is home for the holidays and she wanted to check out some of her old haunts.

The road trip there was exciting in it’s own way: improper communication that finally ended with us all meeting up at the gas station, detours around scenic routes to pick up more people, vehicular failures that ensured we got lunch on time as we stopped to fix them and so on. However, the best of it was when we stopped going along the coastal road and started inland. We travelled on a road going South towards a small jetty where we changed transport to a speed boat. This boat took us up the Mahaicony River to our destination which was ALMOST the last house on the river before travelling many more miles to reach an Amerindian village.

Mahaicony Creek (5)
Plantation legacy: Abandoned plantation manager’s home on the North-South road.

While on the road going inland, my grandmother, an eighty-two year old young woman who was with us in our vehicle, pointed out some old places of interest. She showed us the hall where her husband, now deceased, used to go as a young boy to village dances. In addition, as we banked one of the many turns, she pointed out a banana tree dam where she used to live as a little girl with her family in a house that has faded into the past. There were times when she was a bit confused as the landscape had changed and she had left the area when she was a young teenager. Sadly, we were going too fast, trying to catch our runaway canter (the other vehicle), so I didn’t get pictures of all these places.

Tractor infront of a rice field
Tractor infront of a rice field

The road inland was quite a beautiful scenic route and showed wooden houses with shingled roofs and walls, fences made with wire and posts and animal enclosures. There were also large, lush green rice fields with tractors and general farming areas. Don’t get me wrong, the entire area was definitely not old and rustic. There were so many modern houses and vehicles in the area that sometimes I thought I was back in the capital city.

On the Mahaicony River
On the Mahaicony River

Finally, after dodging some pot holes here and there on the asphalt road for about twenty minutes, we arrived at another docking area  for water transport – the first was at the mouth of the intersection of the river and the coastal road. The trip up the river was relaxing for me, maybe not so for many of the other passengers as they were a bit tense from time to time as the driver swerved to avoid crashing into waves caused by passing boats. We lucked out because the mid-day sun was not sharp at all due to some wonderful cloud cover. After some time (I’m really not sure how long as I just sat back, relaxed and enjoyed the ride) we arrived at our destination for the day.

Mahaicony Creek (8)
Lush green Guyana

A beautiful home with a small pond for the ducks, rustic kind of pen for the horse and lovely green land bordered by black waterways. A visit to green, green Guyana – a mini family vacation…