Tej Kohli Family

When I was a kid, I loved hearing stories from my grandma. Today while surfing the net I came across a beautiful reminiscentia, that took me back to my childhood.

I've posted the story on Tej Kohli Family blog, read below:

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember well the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box.

I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother used to talk to it. Then discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person - her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know.

"Information Please" could supply anybody's number and the correct time.

My first personal experience with this genie_in_the_bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible, but there didn't seem to be any reason in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.

The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the foot stool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information Please," I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.

"Information"

"I hurt my finger..." I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.

"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.

"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.

"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."

"Can you open your icebox?" she asked. I said I could.

"Then chip off a little piece of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.

After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk, that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called "Information Please" and told her the sad story. She listened, then said the usual things grown ups say to soothe a child. But I was un-consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautiful and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Paul, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone. "Information Please."

"Information," said the now familiar voice.

"How do you spell fix?" I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the tall, shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, In moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle I had about half_an_hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then, without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information, please."

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.

"Information."

I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."

I laughed, "So it's really still you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time."

"I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

"Please do," she said. "Just ask for Sally."

Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, "Information."

I asked for Sally. "Are you a friend?" she said.

"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago." Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute. Did you say your name was Paul?"

"Yes."

"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you. The note said, "Tell him I still say there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.

Mom You're the best and I love you even more today than when I was a little kid
Your son,
Tej

This one line note was enough to put a smile on my mother's face.

Writing a letter to your mom this mother’s day may sound boring. But trust me nothing on earth will give her more pleasure than that written note of yours. write down your untainted feelings for her and that's it!
What if you are not a great writer, you can still write to your mom. A simple straight-from-the-heart letter will make a great mother’s day gift.
You can create a card for her and revive those shared memories. After all who knows you mom better, than you?
A personal letter is the most cherished gift she could ever have. They are special than any other material things available around.

You don’t need to master English language to write a note. Writing is not about rules, it about sentiments. Great writing goes beyond the typecast rules.
You need not write a drawn out note. Even a few, but heart-felt lines can do the wonders. It is not always necessary to put in those sentimental, fuzzy, warm elements into your note. It depends upon your way of expression and most importantly the kind of bond you share with your mother.
At the end of the day, it should sound natural and very ‘YOU’. Last but not least, write it by hand.

In the midst of rapid and progressive happenings around us and throughout the world, one often wonders about the present role of family in our lives and how it has gone through considerable changes.

Our family provides stability and a sense of security. The family is there to bind, to encourage, to motivate, to love, to listen...the list is endless.

The role of the family in raising the children is one of the most important roles. It is the first
factor that influences the behavior of the children in their early childhood. Owing to this reason, the family responsibility towards its children is great and the family will always be accountable for them.The family is the main source of identity for each person. I firmly believe that the support we get from our families cannot be compensated for by anyone. Read about my family here.