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Literary criticism the namesake jhumpa lahiri
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In the novel An Interpreter of Maladies written by Jhumpa Lahiri, Lahiri creates a multitude of unique and complex characters with characteristics and traits that the vast majority of people can relate to. In my case, I am able to relate with Eliot from the short story “Mrs. Sen’s”. Eliot is a young child with a mother who spends most of her time working in order to provide for her family, This is very reminiscent of my early childhood my parents met in the Navy, and when my mother was able to move on and start raising a family, my father was still forced to continue serving in the Navy. This forced me to become closer to my mother than my father, since I had been around her more frequently. My father was not able to be around very often when I was a child, I would see him maybe once every six or seven months, if we were lucky, since most of the time he was serving in the military, he was overseas, and I would cry if left alone with him since Partly because I was still young, and partly because I rarely saw him, which caused me to feel insecure with my own father, eventually our relationship became relatively normal, but the stronger bond that …show more content…
My father would be working 80 hour weeks at abysmal, exhausting jobs in order to give my family enough money to survive. Once I grew up I realized that children only notice what is being done directly for them, not what is being done to make to possible. For example, My mother prepared my food, read me a story before bed, and tucked me in at night, so I associated her with feeling safe and loved. All that time, however, my father was doing everything in his power to make sure I had all of the
father will ask how he is doing occasionally. In the end his friendship does not change. But it will
As I grew older, I saw my dad less frequently. Our luncheons were suspended by my having to go to school and my wanting to spend time with my friends.
...xperiences of their readers. The poems express critical and serious issues that surround the heartfelt childhood memories of the readers. The surrounding circumstances and situations are different in each household. The readers are personally drawn to feel expressions of abuse, emotional issues and confusion as the poets draw them into a journey through their own personal life experiences from childhood to adulthood. These experiences are carried throughout a person’s life. Readers are somewhat forced to immediately draw themselves closer to the characters and can relate to them on a personal level.
I have always grown up around the influence of hard work. My mother and father’s life together began off to a rough start. My mother got pregnant at the age of 20 with my brother. Her family was not very supportive of it; therefore, she was on her own. She used to tell me about how she would sit and cry in a one bedroom apartment that she lived in with my brother wondering what she was going to do. Although she had to grow up faster than she
I am not sure who began to become more distant and difficult, but eventually the tension escalated to a point where I did not speak to him for a period of six months. There may have been comments made in passing but nothing related to how a father and daughter should be speaking. I began to believe that it was because he did not truly love me or at least did not want to be around me anymore, which led to a time of darkness in my life. It even affected me enough to cause me to not trust anyone anymore, because of the fear of being hurt. Slowly I began to see how this relationship was affecting others in my life. My mother especially had a hard time dealing with the solitude that I was feeling. One day I decided that enough was enough and I sat down and talked it out with him. Although I still have a hard time talking about this period of my life, my relationship with my father has improved immensely. Improving this relationship has helped me to open myself up to others as well. I still have work to be done in regards to my trust issues, but I am closer than I have been in years. The message I learned during this experience is to not allow anyone to cause me to feel unloved, as well as to always communicate when there is a problem. Besides this arrow, there are more in my life that have also impacted me in various
As a maturing adult I now realize the importance of having a strong parental foundation. Throughout my life there have been moments where both parents demonstrated the characteristics of all four basic parenting styles. However, as I aged it became apparent that my parents had successfully found their niche in a parenting style that was analogous with their personality and beliefs. In my father's case it was the authoritative parenting style. With this style he captured my trust and respect; never letting me down. Furthermore, it was my mother's permissive parenting that undeniably contributed towards my love and gratitude for her. There were also instances where my parents influenced my life both positively and negatively. Nevertheless, I am forever grateful for having my parents in my life, for they contributed (and continue to contribute) towards my success as a growing adult.
I remember my father handing my mother money regularly to put toward the utility bills while she would scrub the kitchen floor. By the end of the day, my mom was usually too tired to cater to my father because of the attention she gave to her home duties during the day. At the end of the day, my father didn’t understand why my mom didn’t have energy to fulfill his needs.
Back in the day when I was very little, I remember that my dad used to take care of me. He would never let me run around the house when glass could off break and hurt me. As I kept growing up my father started to give more freedom but also gave me more responsibilities; like he wanted me to do the chores of the house, not all of them but some. I knew they were not mine to do but I still help. When I went off to college and I had to do all by myself, I realize that my father did good on making me do my laundry, chores and etc., when I was young. Besides I knew that I had to do my chores for me to go out with friends. Although I had this kind of responsibilities at a young age I can say that it helped in life. But because some parents overprotective their children and they are not exposing to real life, children might not know how to function in society when their parents die.
However, my father did leave my mother and me when I was a toddler before I could actually remember him. He would call to talk to me a lot throughout the years to let me know that he loved me and he would also visit me sometimes. However, after he left, my mother found another man and gave birth to my three little sisters. I then became a big sister with responsibilities for more than just myself. Having little sisters taught me how to share and play nicely. That experience prepped me for my school years where I would have to get along with a new set of people.
I grew up having more than the average kid. My parents bought me nice clothes, stereos, Nintendo games, mostly everything I needed and wanted. They supported me in everything I did. At that point in my life I was very involved with figure skating. I never cared how much of our money it took, or how much of my parents' time it occupied, all I thought about was the shiny new ice skates and frilly outfits I wanted. Along with my involvement in soccer, the two sports took most of my parents' time, and a good portion of their money. Growing up with such luxuries I began to take things for granted. I expected things, rather than being thankful for what I had and disregarded my parent's wishes, thinking only of myself. Apparently my parents recognized my behavior and began limiting my privileges. When I didn't get what I wanted I got upset and mad at my parents somehow blaming them for all my problems. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't a bad kid, I just didn't know how else to act. I had never been exposed to anything less than what I had and didn't realize how good I had it.
My father was always there for me, whether I wanted him to be or not. Most of the time, as an adolescent trying to claim my independence, I saw this as a problem. Looking back I now realize it was a problem every child needs, having a loving father. As hard as I tried to fight it, my dad instilled in me the good values and work ethic to be an honest and responsible member of society. He taught me how to be a good husband. He taught me how to be a good father. He taught me how to be a man. It has been 18 years since my father’s death, and I am still learning from the memories I have of him.
I never talked to him on a deeper level like I would would with with my mother. My father was always there for me if I ever needed anything. However, he never made any effort to speak to me about sensitive situations. If something that was a touchy subject, he would act awkward and try to avoid the conversation. My dad is a great man, who loves, cares, and would do anything for me. He just does not know how to communicate and speak about things that create a bond between us, the way my mother does.
Had it not been for them I would have missed out on very valuable lessons. My parents raised my brother and sister and I while managing a shoestring budget. It wasn 't easy but they made it work because they had no choice but to. Although it 's not the most comfortable way to live it taught me about the importance of unnecessary spending. I as a child never knew exactly how broke we were because i always had everything i needed. When i needed clothes or
I always had, and still have, a very good relationship with my parents. Some things have altered slightly over time but not too much. I used to adore my father. Like most young kids, I thought that my dad was the best thing since sliced bread. My feelings began to shift as I started to grow up.
I learned at an early age that chores a necessary and being a part of the household meant that you had to pitch and do your part; this is no different than being part of a study group for a school project or designing a group presentation for a marketing firm. Teaching proficient work ethic at a young age can give children the skills necessary to excel in school and during their career as an adult. My father made sure that I knew the importance of getting your work done and getting it done right. During the summer my father would sometimes take me to work with him so I could pick up trash and scrap wood or aluminum. Once we were finished we would go over to the local recycling center and my father would sell all of the aluminum that we had collected. He would give me the money and make sure to tell me what a great job I had done and that he was so proud of me; those words meant more to me than any amount of money. In Jane Smileys (2009) essay, The Case against Chores, she states, “To me, what this teaches the child is the lesson of alienated labor; not to love the work but to get it over with; not to feel pride in one’s contribution but to feel resentment at the waste of one’s time.” (p. 274) Children learn from our attitudes; if our attitude towards work is