Kutumb The Family Part 2 Download In Hindi
Hilke Mcnally
The Kutumb project was originally developed by Dr. Ashish Singh and his wife Puja about twelve years ago. They realised that very young children were living precarious and dangerous lives around Varanasi railway station. They wanted to provide care and a better future for them and so established a safe place for them to go and a nutritious meal every day. Since then the project has expanded to provide a home for more than twenty children who are part of the Kutumb family.
At first the children were cared for at the Nadesha shelter, in a slum district of Varanasi. Recently Dr Ashish has built a new home for his large family fifteen kilometres from Varanasi and close to the village of Rameshwaram.
In this new home the children have plenty of space, with a large grassed area and playground equipment. The garden has been planted with attractive plants and trees and there is a thriving vegetable garden.
With the help of translators we get to know them and work with them in small groups, hearing their stories, noticing their strengths and abilities and writing letters to them affirming their qualities. We learn a lot about their lives at Kutumb and their hopes and aspirations. Eventually we have a final ceremony, in their original home in Nadesha, where we celebrate our time together.
Kutumb is an Indian television drama telecast on Sony Entertainment Television. The show aired FROM 29 October 2001 to 7 February 2003. The show had two seasons but the seasons' plots were not related. However, both series revolve around the principal characters of Pratham (Hiten Tejwani) and Gauri (Gauri Pradhan), and their love and kutumb (family).[1][2]
The Mittal family is successful and rich but very grounded in their traditions and culture. Of the four Mittal sons, the eldest Umesh is married to Gayatri and has three children - Nandini, Pratham and Gautam. Rajesh is married to Archana and they also have three children - Samay, Tushar and Diya. Sanjay is a widower, who often has imaginary conversations with his late wife Maya and their three kids are - Siddharth, Riya and Richa. Ajay and Kavita have no kids of their own and instead dote on all the other kids. The other kids who are also part of the family are Sanskar and Sanskriti, who are Umesh's sister's children.
Pratham's own sister, Nandini married young as per her father's wishes but the marriage results in divorce. Her ex-husband also doesn't want anything to do with their son Shobhit. Nandini's father is remorseful for having chosen the wrong man for her and wants her to remarry but she decides marriage is not for her.
At the same college, Gauri hates everything Pratham stands for - a lack of principles and his being rich and entitled. Pratham loses the Class President election to Gauri and to teach her a lesson locks himself with her in a room insinuating they were fooling around. When the media gets whiff of this, the incident is blown out of proportion and their conservative families decide that the two must be married. Pratham takes this as an opportunity to make Gauri's life a living hell. Under family pressure, Gauri gives in and the two are married.
The second season shows Pratham as a rich spoilt brat who is disinterested in studies. Gauri on the other hand is the college topper and actively participates in drama activities. Their opposite natures initially lead to fights but while practicing for a college play, they develop feelings for each other. However, Pratham's parents oppose the relationship as they feel Gauri is a middle class girl and does not fit in with their family.
Pratham and Gauri are very much in love and elope. They face financial hardships but eventually settle down in their new world. Everything is perfect, till Gauri is diagnosed with cancer and is given a few months to live by the doctors. Pratham is shattered but continues to take care of her during her treatment. Gauri is finally cured and Pratham's family also accepts her. But as fate would have it, Gauri soon dies in a car accident instead.
Administration
Who can understand administration better than parents in the family. Family teaches Equality and Planning as part of the family administration. These are the two dimensions of this domain.
Community
A Community require social interaction. Family provide Social Participation to its members. It also provide Religious perspective to create and nourish the community. These two dimensions play an important role in family and works as a building block or healthy community overall.
Growth
Each member in the society has a need for growth. Family provide environment for Growth opportunities as well as Coping Strategies in case of failures and issues.
Fourteen years earlier, I had asked G to leave our family home. At the time, I had a basic schematic of what divorce should look like: someone moves out, lawyers are called, everything is divided, children get shuffled from house to house, end of story.
G and I met when we were 18 years old, living on the same floor of our freshman dorm. He was from Long Island; I was from the Midwest by way of Utah. G was well liked, and we would all pile into his room to hang out. He held space like a magician, captivating us with his sense of humor and lightning quick mind.
In Sun Valley, a shuttle bus picked us up after we landed and in the eerie world of COVID, we were its only passengers. It had been years since G and I spent time in person together. We lived about an hour apart in California and most of our interactions involved quick check-ins during handoffs after our daughters spent time at his place. We talked on the phone when there was a pressing issue, but since the girls had been in college, we barely saw one another.
G made small talk with the driver, and I found myself studying him: Was he talking too fast? Were his jokes bordering on inappropriate? Were his hands trembling? Were his clothes clean? So far, he seemed fine. He caught me staring and smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. The lenses of his glasses were smudged. It made him seem fragile, and my vigilance downshifted.
I come from a long line of Mormons, and as a child sitting in church on Sunday mornings, the pews were filled with one kind of family unit: a husband, a wife and children. From the podium, men preached about the Celestial Kingdom, where you ascended to be in white robes alongside God on a throne. If you were not perfect in the eyes of God, you would end up separated from your family in the afterlife. And if you did not get married and stayed married, you would end up all alone, on earth and in heaven.
Floating in the pool, we drifted on our backs, gazing up to spot the first star. Flesh grazed flesh, but we could not do that anymore, use our bodies to talk. Water rippled as we propelled ourselves away from each other.
G had stopped halfway down and started side stepping up the hill toward me. A man on his way down the hill found my poles and brought them to me. I crawled over to my skis and tried to put them back on, but one escaped from my hands and took off down the run. A child whipped past me and intercepted my lone ski before it could get too far.
He propped my poles up in the snow and stood over me. Maybe it was his medication leveling him out, maybe the years of neutrality cultivated by dealing with patients and their complaints, but in that moment his competence felt like arrogance.
When we moved to Connecticut in 2004 with our daughters, ages 4 and 6, I thought G was just a little overwhelmed, and I was a little depressed. After almost a decade of medical training, G had finally started his first job, and I was in Full Time Mom mode, managing our kids and our household.
I tried to explain to our young daughters what was happening in an age-appropriate way, but when they saw him, anything reasonable went out the window. One night, we met him for dinner, and he generated an entire poem on a napkin before we had ordered the meal. On another, he showed up at our house, sobbing, saying every nerve ending in his body was on fire.
One daughter started biting her nails to the nub, the other had facial twitches she could not control. He came to a school performance, and the other parents stared at him while he hooted and hollered in the audience. My daughters begged me to help him.
On days when G was in the hotel and the girls were at school, I would go for long walks in the woods near our home. One afternoon, I realized I was going to be late meeting the school bus, so I started to run. My lungs contracted, wheezing shut. I pushed and ran faster. I stumbled over a tree root. A ragged gasp moved past my heart, down to my stomach. Nausea. I doubled over, hands on my knees to steady myself.
When I finally steadied myself on my skis, G was waiting for me at the bottom of the mountain. He asked how I was, if I wanted to keep going. I had to admit, once I got my equipment back on and skied down, I was feeling more assured, and I nodded yes.
We skied a few more runs, but G seemed deflated. The day grew colder, and maybe it was the biting wind or the tentativeness between us, but we did not have a lot to say. I was embarrassed about my fall and outburst, but also wondered if this whole trip was an expression of his mania and my fears were earned.
G had been stable for many years but with bipolar disorder, there were no promises. I had prepared for this trip, made calculations about how we would end things, and now realized that in all my permutations of what might happen to me when we cut the legal cord between us, I was also haunted by what might happen to him.
I thought back to Connecticut, when I first started telling people that G and I were separated, and friends directed me to other women who had gone through the process. One told me to start taking out small amounts of cash and stashing it away. Another told me to secretly record my phone calls with G in case I needed them for evidence. Many people told me to move two steps ahead on the chessboard and secure legal representation.
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