Beneath The Picture A Famous story

My son called me and asked me to make him an old photo, I wondered what he was doing now?

"PA, I want to tell your story," said My son to me, there was something in his voice that was serious about this project of his pet.

Specifically asked for a picture of one of our old photo albums. The old black and white photography is at least 50 years old and has survived the amount of money that befall our ancestors at home. The picture shows a smiling family, as any photo of the family should. Each frame must represent this impression on the surface, so that it is considered a good image. But under each painting there is a story. Under this picture is the silent story that has been hiding for many years. A story that is never discussed. As in all the ancient traditions of Chinese families, nothing is spoken. Everything is treated within the family. Only what the family shows outside is important.

Under the smile, the picture has a lot. It is a story of jealousy, pain and hatred. I really wonder who invented the line, that the blood was thicker than water. The Chinese family keeps their clothes always well hidden in the closet. I look at the picture again, it is my aunt who we call "Che", the second sister, she is actually the youngest sister of Ah Ma, the next is my eldest sister Ling Ka. Who is now single, and devoted all his life to caring Ah Ma and ah Pa. Now their legs are hardened and they must undergo another operation. Other headaches. Next to her is my third sister, the shortest of all my sisters, we used to call her "3 inch fingernails" in Mandarin or more often, punishment ka. Next to her is my second sister, I was very close to her because she was the one who was responsible for caring for me when I had measles. He has a mole that God painted on his face. We call her now Maureen, her Catholic name, when we attend a missionary school. Besides Maureen is Ah Ma.

Ah Ma, my mother, the family Dragon Lady, now on the old luggage as a burden for every person in the family. It's amazing how a mother can bring nine children, but no one is willing to take it. He came on my shoulders to bear this burden, but it was my wife who suggested that she was us to the mother in all she said, "We have two children too, Peter." "One day we will have the grace of AH-and-ah-yip." True. Mother survived a World war, recessions and many family feud that embarrassed some of the dramas of Chinese television. Papa was The melancholy man, the one who worked as if there was no tomorrow, while Ah Ma was the bloodthirsty that oiled our family business. She was the competent communicator, the person of the people, she organized dinner during the Chinese New Year lavishly, ordered children and parents, adopted children, also raised with military precision. General Patton would have been proud to have him as an officer. Our family was very liberal. We were business people. We survived the war because we have adapted ourselves. My mother made the deal with the Japanese during the war, so we survived, all of us. She was doing business with the British when she came back. I remember how I went to the resident's office and did his business. She was simply known as Mrs. Yong, not a luxury title. She did not speak a word of English, but somehow managed to teach the woman of the resident the intricacies of quilting work. At 96, they can always entertain Chinese New year guests with pretty candid stories of their golden years.

Ah pa on the other hand, was the one who was buried at work. Without Ah Ma as the second officer of the ship, the company of Ah Pa could not prosper so much. Perhaps he was carried by his second business struggle, which I had to intervene. He could have chosen the eldest son, but he did not. He chose me. For the reason that I will never know, the company was torn in two by my second uncle. When it comes to money, there is no such thing as water or blood, only hard money and cold victory. I had to come all the way back from Australia, I had dreamed of becoming a master there, but the goal took a different turn for me. I solved the business dispute from Ah PA to 21. My innocence is gone. Mama was always after me.

It was then that the hatred began, almost 30 years ago, that the father died. That night, after reading the will, my family and I became the number one public enemy. My eldest daughter was a teenager, under five years old. Even after 30 years, their hatred and jealousy persist, the brothers may be less attractive than hatred. My empire, which I built with my own hands, was torn to pieces. How did I survive? The Young brothers and sisters of the photo are in the front row. I'm on the right side. Behind me is my big brother. The rest was too young to know the truth, everything new was half the right truths. I had kept my silence in fact, for the facts were too sore. It is better for one to suffer than anything to endure this pain. Ah Ma knew, maybe he decided to follow me. "Until she takes the last breath," she said. I smile, because every year she lives, my wife and I joke, it takes two years. I saw myself in the picture again. Although my youngest son, his mother, resembles his enthusiasm, his nature remembers me. One of my few hopes that I will take now.

It should have been pragmatic, but it is the betterplace. The eldest is all that must be like a son. But the youngest is in the division. I lost that when I was 21. He will also lose it when the reality of the cape and pulls his flying soul to Earth. Sad, but true. He has a degree in marine biology if he prefers to be a lawyer. Now he has resigned. He says he has to find himself. What am I going to do with my son? He did not mention that he never brought home a girlfriend, unlike the elders. My wife and I asked myself.

"Dad, I want to tell your story."

My story? Where do I start? I think turning my look at black and white photography lying on the coffee table, I can only shake my head and tremble at the idea.

Revathi and Balarama (CHOOTA BHEeM ) A Story in english

Jarasandha, the king of Magadha was the father-in-law of KAMSA. Jarasandha had married her two daughters Asti and PRAPTI in Kamsa.

When Kṛṣṇa Kamsa killed, of course Jarasandha was furious.

Jarasandha collected a huge army and attacked the city of Kṛṣṇa from Majuea, not even but eighteen times.

Krishna defeated Jarasandha seventeen times and every time he saved the life of the Jarasandha.

For the eighteenth time, the forces Jarasandhaed with another king named Kalayavana and attacked Majuea on two fronts.

Kṛṣṇa and Balarama had all their people in the Kingdom of Dwaraka and with a skeleton army, faced with this double attack.

With the help of a great king by his name Muchukunda, Krishna killed Kalayavana.

But Kṛṣṇa's problems were only half, with the death of Kalayavana. They had the Kalayavana army. Jarasandha army was always around him. And this time, Jarasandha had assembled a huge army.

Kṛṣṇa and Balarama, instead of fighting Jarasandha, fled to the battlefield.

Jarasandha probably did not know the fate of Kalayavana and thought his plan to attack Majuea on two fronts eventually triumphed.

Rejoices with himself, he and the people of the Army gave a persecution to the brothers Yann, who fled.

The brothers ran hard and came to a mountain called Pravarsana. (in Sanskrit, Pravarsana means the rainy mountains.) We think it's still raining in Pravarsana.

The two brothers saw the approach to the army and began to climb the mountain.

Jarasandha was gay when he saw the two brothers climbing up the mountain.

Realizing that the two brothers were trapped in the mountain, Jarasandha ordered his men to burn the mountains everywhere.

Jarasandha and his men saw in the fierce satisfaction that the mountain was beautifully burned. They just made sure nobody escaped from the mountain.

Jarasandha returned to his kingdom and finally convinced himself that he wanted to avenge the murderers of his son-in-law.

Of course Kṛṣṇa and Balarama have escaped the fire. (some Purana mentioned that the two brothers jumped out of the mountain for a distance of about 11 Yojanas to escape the fire!) In fact, 1 Yojana is about 14.63 kilometers.

It is believed that Krishna and Balarama framed their own dead because they wanted to start again in the city of Dwaraka

Dwaraka was a very safe place when he was surrounded by all sides. Jarasandha couldn't attack her over there.

And the reason Kṛṣṇa did not kill Jarasandha was that it was important that Jarasandha lived at that time--for the Pandavas--because only when the Pandavas killed Jarasandha, could the Kingdom of the Jarasandha annex, and this movement would build the supremacy of the Pandavas.

When the brothers Dwaraka after the escape from the fire, they saw the beautiful mountain of the Raivataka on the way.

But it was not surprising. What it was was that there was a shiny beauty next to the mountain and next to the girl, an old man was-a very restless boy looked old.

However, the old man was concerned, there was no doubt that the guy was the king and the jewels he wore looked like the jewels of the old days. But the man behaves like a king and had perfect royal bearings while examining the two brothers looking a little concerned.

"Who Are you?" Balarama asked when studying the old man.

The girl was incredibly beautiful. So nice that Balarama didn't even see it.

"My name is Kakudmi." Some people even call me revata. The man spoke in an ancient language that was almost forgotten by the locals. Luckily, the two brothers could follow him. "I am from the Kingdom of Kusasthali." I am the king of this kingdom.

Balarama looked surprised. "Kusasthali?" He asked to see how he could not believe what he meant.

"Yes". It was the first time the girl spoke. She had a nice voice and was definitely troubling Balarama. "I am the princess of this kingdom." There was a slight anger in her voice, as if she simply could not believe that someone doubted her and her father.

"You don't understand, my princess," said Kṛṣṇa with shining eyes. "We have only read about the kingdom of Kusasthali." This kingdom is in the history of the. And by the way, our kingdom of Dwaravathi builds on the place where the kingdom of Kusasthali existed. Kṛṣṇa said to the stunned Princess.

 

"Why don't you tell us about yourself, King?" Kṛṣṇa asked the king, for he came to the Kingdom of Dwaravathi. The pits of the land were drawn and the princess and the king were treated with utmost respect.

Then to speak of Kṛṣṇa. Balarama on his side was strangely silent. If Kṛṣṇa found it strange, he didn't mention it. But everyone could know that Kṛṣṇa's eyes looked inappropriate evil. Seemed even more mischievous than usual.

KAKUDMI, unfortunately, I did not know much about Balarama and did not see anything abnormal as it continued. "As I said, I am the king of Kusasthali." Kakudmi stopped while he was studying his beautiful daughter. He became a little red and looked almost radiantly handsome as Kakudmi turned to Kṛṣṇa. "I wanted to find a good friend for my daughter."

Balarama almost ran out of breath as he went on at the last minute that the king continued. "I could find no one on Earth or even among the devas." So I approached Lord Brahma.

"Lord Brahma?" Kṛṣṇa Murmur. "Have you Satyaloka?" (Satyaloka is the kingdom in which the Lord Brahma lives.)

Kakudmi nods when he realized that Kṛṣṇa had understood his problem. But for the sake of the Balarama, KAKUDMI continued. "When we arrived in Satyaloka, Lord Brahma heard the musical conception of the Gandharvas, the musicians of the Devas."

Balarama KAKUDMI continued. "I waited for the end of the presentation." It turned out to be a mistake. Kakudmi said Stark.

"Error?" Balarama asked almost sternly.

"Yes". Kakudmi continued. "You see that time in different realms happen differently." A few minutes to Satyaloka is a few years on Earth. My daughter and I were there for the whole musical presentation. So, until the time of the presentation ended, all the people I knew had died on Earth, even their families had disappeared. Nothing remained.

"So what happened?" Balarama asked, and now he was really fascinated.

"At that moment I spoke with Lord Brahma, I did not know that." "I told him about my problem and asked him to propose a good friend to my daughter." Kakudmi looked at the fierce eyes of the Balarama and continued. "Brahma told me what had happened and told me another story and asked me to go back to Raivataka."

"What story?" Kṛṣṇa asked, do not fight smiles. I just knew where it was going.

"He told me the story of Chakshush Manu, a mighty king who reigned on Earth." Kakudmi seemed anxious when he looked at the two brothers.

"What's the matter with him?" Balarama demanded impatiently.

"Not He." Kakudmi was slowly corrected. "Your daughter--Jyotishmati."

"Who is Jyotishmati?" Balarama was almost irritated when he raised his hands in despair.

"Chakshush Manu made a great sacrifice and Jyotishmati was born of the fires." It should be a great beauty. When she grew up, she wanted to marry the most powerful man of all.

"OK". Balarama said to realize that he had to let the man go at his own pace.

"So, Jyotishmati first approach to Indra."

"Indra?" Kṛṣṇa asked him and rolled his very wicked eyes.

Kakudmi nods. "But Indra says that Vayu, the Lord of the Wind was stronger than him." "and sent Jyotishmati to the Lord of the Wind."

Balarama and Kṛṣṇa continued to consider themselves as KAKUDMI. "Vayu said that he was not strong enough and that the earth was stronger than him and that the goddess of the earth would know who is stronger than Vayu."

Well, Balarama realized why Kṛṣṇa was smiling all the time and almost red.

Of course, Kakudmi didn't know how he was driving. "The goddess of the earth told Jyotishmati that Sesha, the serpent of the Thousand heads in which Lord Vishnu rested, was even more powerful than the Earth, because Sesha held the same land on his head."

"Sesha?" Balarama almost died as kṛṣṇa could not stop laughing.

"But the story doesn't stop." Kakudmi said without realize the state of mind of the two brothers. "Lord Brahma seems to be Jyotishmati that an incarnation of Lord Sesha appears on Earth, but it would appear to be 27 yugas after his birth."

"Ah." It was all Balarama could manipulate as he struggled not to laugh at Kṛṣṇa.

"Jyotishmati was furious with this, when Brahma told him he would cross the 27 yugas and still marry the man." Kakudmi said when he looked at the two brothers with a little luck. "I just don't know what this story has to do with me or my daughter."

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Of course, the daughter of the Kakudmi, who was reborn Jyotishmathi, married Balarama, who should be the IncarNaturalmente, the Hija of Kakudmi, the era Jyotishmathi Reencarnado, Casó a Balarama, that se suponía, that the era of Encarnación of Sesha, the Serpiente of Mil Cabezas in the that Descana Lord Vishnu.

(The Historia de Jyotishmati, la Hija de Chakshush Manu, se encuentra en el Garga Samhita.) Nation of Sesha, the serpents of a thousand heads upon which Lord Vishnu rests.

(The story of Jyotishmati, the daughter of Chakshush Manu, is located in the Garga Samhita.)

 

 

Twelve and not stupid - A Famous story

Dad's still late. It's been two hours since school was over and I feel so stupid, standing here in my school uniform, in front of the mini-market Kong's. This is where I wait for Papa to pick me up after school; It's just on the other side of the road that goes to school. Dad is often late, but not so late. The people who look at the store on me, standing at the entrance with my school bag nestled between my feet. You seem surprised to see me, still standing here when you leave the store. Kong, who is already familiar with the sight of me standing and waiting in front of his tent, has a look at his face that seems to say, "poor girl." Where the hell is your father? How can you keep them waiting so long?

I see his car down the street and I feel relieved. For a while, I thought he forgot to pick me up. It happened once. When he came to pick me up, he was almost dark and he was crying. Mom was with her friends and was worried about not finding me at home when she came back. Then I called Dad. If mom could bring me to school, life would be much easier for me. She has a driver's license and drives earlier than we lived in Seremban. But it was a long time ago and now we live in KL. She doesn't want to drive to KL, where people, she says, drive like maniacs.

Dad's car slows down when he comes to Hong Kong's mini market. It stops and I am about to jump on the front seat when I notice that there is someone, a woman I do not recognize. She looks the same age as mom and her skin is just as good as Mom's, except that MOM is from Malaysia and this woman is Chinese. Her long hair is tied in a bun and she wears glasses. I came in the back seat of the car and smiled at me again. "Hi Sasha," she said in a rather sweet voice. "I am Aunt May." I am surprised that she knows my name, because I know for sure that I have not met her before.

Like I don't say a word and must watch it, Dad looks at me through the rear-view mirror and says "Don't be rude, Sasha." Salam Aunt May. She stretches her hands to me between the two front seats and I take them in mine. He turns forward while Papa leaves and I look at the back of their heads while they speak to each other in low voice. I feel confused because they seem to know each other well, but then mom and dad, the two very sociable people who like to parties, have a lot of friends and the aunt needs one of them.

When mom and dad go to a party, they look very shocking. Papa is an attractive man, with thick hair and his eyebrows are also thick. She dresses gracefully, coordinating her long-sleeved batik shirt, trousers, socks and shoes very well. Mama is almost as big as daddy and with her slender silhouette she looks good in everything he wears. His hair is dark and long and he wears it in a bun, just like Aunt May.

Waiting for Papa and having to endure so much time made me tired, and I can feel nap. The slow posture of the car as Papa makes its way through busy traffic KL stunned me to sleep. I don't know how long I've slept. When I open my eyes, I think the car has stopped, but we're not home. Instead, we are parked outside a semi-detached house on one floor. Aunt can get out of the car and, as soon as she goes through the door into the complex of the house, Papa leaves. As he does, he looks at me through the rear-view mirror and sees that I am awake. "When we come back, don't Tell Mama about Aunt May, okay?" I want to know why, but Dad has a star look at his face and I dare not, so nod his head. "And if Mommy asks you why you came home late, tell her you had a school and you forgot it." I have shaken my head, I wonder why you want me to lie.

It's night when we go home. I can see that the lights in our bungalow house are like Papa Parks the car under the porch. The front door opens before you get the motor of the car, and Mama comes out. She has to worry and wonder why she had not returned from school. As a dad and I are about to leave the car, he gives me a look and I remember the lie I need to tell mom.

 

Of course, Mama is not happy that she had not talked about the so-called school activity. "I was concerned about the sick thoughts about what could happen to them," he goes. Dad also has a reference, "I called his office, but his secretary said you were in the morning." I look at dad while he's on, "I had a job out there." Mama's making her attentive to me, "don't ever do that to me again, okay?" I almost called the police. Go take your bath now. We'll have dinner soon.

As we eat together, mom and dad talk about how they usually do, and Mama has no idea what really happened. Mom is no longer crazy, and she loves her stories and jokes. but also discreet. I don't like to lie to Mama, and I can't help but get mad at dad so I feel so strange. I can only be twelve years old, but I'm not stupid. There must be one reason why I'm lying to mama and this reason has something to do with Aunt Mai.

"Are you sick?" Mom looks at me anxiously and puts the back of my left hand on my forehead. "You are very quiet." Dad gets his hands washed, "she must be tired." She had a busy day. Mom's going to get up too. "You should go to bed early and have a good rest," he said. Dad keeps me under guard while I leave the table, wash my hands and climb into my room.

I try to go to sleep, but as soon as I close my eyes, I see Aunt May in my mind. Who is this? Why can't I tell mom? The questions give me a headache and I think it would be nice if I'm sick and I don't have to go to school tomorrow. Who knows? When I went to school, Aunty can be with dad when they pick me up after school and what should I do? Do I have to lie to my mother again?

It's weeks and there's no Aunt May in the car dad's. Dad didn't say anything about her, and it's like she never met her. I'm curious, of course, but dad doesn't seem to want to say anything. Dad was never one to tell me things; It's mom who keep me posted on the family plans of what we will be doing during the weekend where we will go for our vacation. People told me Dad was busy and didn't talk much. that is true; Every time grandpa, Mom's father, comes to visit us for a few days, he and dad can sit in the living room together for hours and not say much to each other. But once again, when his friends come, Papa is not posted at all and is often the most talkative in the group. So dad has a lot of pages for him and I wonder how he is with Aunt May; You booked or chatting with her?

It's a Saturday afternoon and mom and I are home. Dad went out with his friends. Mom is busy with her embroidery, which I'm not particularly interested in. I prefer to cuddle with a book instead of sticking a needle in a drawing of a piece of cotton material. We are both in the living room, she sits in a chair and I lay on the floor, my chin hollow in my palms while reading the book Open in front of me. He looks at me and says, "You really should sit down when you're reading." "It will ruin reading this view." I'm not answering, but I'm still reading.

She keeps looking at me; Something seems to be in his mind. From the corner of my eye, I can see her mouth open as if she wants to speak to me, but she closes, shakes her head and makes her attention to her embroidery. Mom is a very correct person who gives a lot of thought to what she says or does. And they constantly teach me how they are in the company of other people, a young and educated man. That's what his friends say when they meet me, "My God, she's so polite for her age."

Right now, mom puts on the embroidery and tells me to bathe and get dressed. "Daddy will be home soon," he said. "We'll go to dinner, remember?" Make sure you do something right. "We're going to a Chinese restaurant." Mom and dad like to eat, and they both like Chinese food mostly. Me too and I surprised a lot with my ability to eat with chopsticks.

 

We arrived at the restaurant where Papa obviously booked a special table because the waitress puts us in a room on one side of the dining room. She pushes the sliding door, we walked into the room and I'm surprised to find aunt can already sit on the table. With her it's a boy who looks like he's about ten years old. I don't know what to do or say. Should I pretend that I have not already met you? When I know you, Mama will ask why and discover the lie I told her a few weeks ago.

Aunt can get up when we go to the room. When Mama is surprised at our guests, she doesn't show it and she's waiting for Papa to introduce her to Aunt May. They will each other and the aunt can then look at me and I Salam without saying anything. I am thankful that you have not given any indication that we have known before. Then he lays his hand on the shoulders of the child, "It is Kassim", and Kassim rises and the father and mother Salaams. We all sit and Papa must have ordered the food as it does not take long before the waitress in the room with a large bowl of shark fin soup. I eat and listen to adult speeches, and they talk as if Kassim and I are not in the room.

"May called me a few weeks ago," said Papa to Mama. "That's how I learned that" Yem "she had married without the knowledge of Marta." May is still married to "Yem", this boy is his son. She came to see me because "Yem" she and the child has neglected. "Yem" is Papa's Big brother and Marta is his wife.

"Oh my dear, my husband told me that there is a family problem compared to" Yem "but I didn't know it was so complicated," says mom to Aunt May. "But what do you want us to do?" It's a family thing, between "Yem", Marta and you. I don't think we can participate, especially because she doesn't even know it. She's my closest sister-in-law, and I don't want her hurt.

Aunt can shake her head. "I don't want anyone to get hurt." But I also have my rights as the second wife of "Yem". You can't leave us alone. I haven't seen him for months. Luckily, I have a job. If not, Kassim and I will have no roof over his head. I pay for everything, the house, our food. "But" Yem "is my husband and he is obliged to support us." Kassim looks at Aunt Mai on the mention of her name, and I wonder if she understands what is being said. I can be twelve years old, but I'm not stupid. The aunt can continue, "All I ask is that you remind her of your duties to Kassim and me." If he doesn't want to see us again, he should at least be divorced.

"I think we have no choice but to help," said the father to Aunt May and mom. "Yem" does so much harm here, first marrying without the knowledge of Marta, then pretending that he does not have a second family and, worse still, neglected this second family. " We know all this, we can't keep quiet about it. We will participate in it if we do nothing. Aunt can watch dad with relief and mommy nods. "You must advise him," he said to Papa.

After our pancake dessert, Papa pays the bill and we all get up. When Aunt Mai and Kassim had arrived at the restaurant in a taxi, Papa offered them a lift back home. Everyone is silent while driving. When we get home, the aunt can open the back door, but before she gets out of the car, she thanks mum and dad for dinner and the willingness to help her. She looks at me, "I haven't invited you to my house for the last time." It's too late, so I can't invite you now. You have to come back and get to know Kassim better.

Mom turns her head in my direction and one of her eyebrows is raised in a question.

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