Daughter hates Dad's way
The next day after we arrived at USA, v (son-in-law) and P (daughter) took us to Detroit. Shankar Krishnan (padmaja’s brother)and his family lived in Detroit. He is in a high position in HP. He lives in own house. The house is pretty big with 4 bed rooms, three or four bathrooms, one big hall, a beautiful basement room with a tt table and a theatre with big screen tv and sound system. The inside ambience one would love to live in (especially a middle class Indian). The outside community ambience resembles with the pictures we see in cinemas, picture posters and we would just fall for it. Here people would not loiter here and there and there are virtually no one on the roads and I loved to walk round and round in the community. The silence is great and you can practice yoga on the roadside. The house is pretty big with 4 bed rooms, three or four bathrooms, one big hall, a beautiful basement room with a tt table and a theatre with big screen tv and sound system. The inside ambience one would love to live in (especially a middle class Indian). The outside community ambience resembles with the pictures we see in cinemas, picture posters and we would just fall for it.
The Arangetram of Kamya and Keerthana was appreciated by each who attended the function. Sankar says that even after a week he has been receiving calls from people who missed the function saying that those who were able to make it on that day were blessed. Sankar’s house looked as a kalyana veedu with relatives and artists in his house. Sankar says that he is in the GLAC and with Meena’s samayal, artists coming to Detroit usually stay with them. It was praises and praises “Keerthana for thodi , kamya for kalyani, ..One person came and told Sankar “Had you been my father I would have sung like this” and Meena was behind all the success..
The day next we were doing prostrations before the great mridanga vidwan and his wife to seek their blessings. P also did namaskaram. But everyone looked at us. This was an Indian crowd and she was wearing sleeveless and was in an American dress. I showed some facial expressions to mean that i disliked the dress (as i cannot openly tell that i don't appreciate sleeveless before indian crowd. P brushed it aside. Her face was one of contempt that for an illiterate father from a remote Indian village.