When we've got nothing to do, our mind flashes different memories irrespective to the current situation. Why such thoughts pass by at that moment? No clue. So, a day ago I was in such a situation, spiking up the idea of creating this post. Coming up are a list of weird memories, as far as I could reach into my life, starting at the earliest.
1989, Lower Kindergarten. I had an ash-colored hoodie, with a graphic design of racing bicycles. Had a habit of chewing the strings that hung from it. Dad found that out after a couple of days, result- tight slaps.
Around the same time, dad buys me a Five-Star Choc. Mom says that I can have it only after completing the home work. Homework done, I fall asleep. Waking up not to find the choc, I cry for long, never finding the choc. Found it the next day at school-in the bag.
1990, teacher awards punishment by slapping the ruler on the calves and complaints the same to parents during the PTA meeting, for- chewing erasers.
1991, grandpa passes away. That's when I came to know that I had even more relatives as grandparents, aunts & uncles, cousins than I already had.
1992, second standard. Blabber, blabber, blabber in class. Teacher seals my mouth up with- Surgical Tape.
1993, third standard. I cannot re-collect what exactly my crime was, but that was the first and only time I did something way too criminal for that age. Forged my dad's signature for a complaint from the teacher.
It was around this time that on our usual way to school (by rickshaw), a few new people joined in that unfaithful day, overcrowding the rickshaw. Unfaithful because, I fall off the thing and that running over my thigh. No serious injuries but, I chose to cry for 2 days, keeping me off from school!! Actually, this lil' incident of mine reminds me a more serious incident that happened with Rajesh, a cousin of mine. He used to commute to school in an auto-rickshaw. And one day he falls from it, injuring himself from head to toe. That was bad.
1994. This was when I found the specialty, comfort and fondness for the last bench in the class. My best buddy Sukheeth's and my pockets were always stained with oil, as we always had different kinds of snacks and sweetmeats to keep us busy during the class.
Meanwhile, this was the fourth standard wherein we where introduced to use a fountain pen for the first time. "HERO" was the most popular fountain pen and my dad bought me one after nagging him for long. My best buddy Sukheeth wanted to use it for the post-lunch session. It lay in front of us, as we prepared for the noon prayers. As soon as we opened our eyes after the prayer, it was gone. Damn! Never expected that it's first day with me would also be it's last!!
1995, I got together with M. Varun Sai Reddy, my partner in sadism for the next 4 years. "kaan bhairies" were our specialty. I cannot name our victims over here, but they had a tough time with us. Worth mentioning was our "life long injection" our own method for an evergreen life. How? It's simple- take a sharp pencil and drive it into the person who wants to live forever.
1996, Enter K. Tarun Kumar, a giant among dwarfs. The tall and heavy beast among sheep, gets newly admitted into our school.
1989, Lower Kindergarten. I had an ash-colored hoodie, with a graphic design of racing bicycles. Had a habit of chewing the strings that hung from it. Dad found that out after a couple of days, result- tight slaps.
Around the same time, dad buys me a Five-Star Choc. Mom says that I can have it only after completing the home work. Homework done, I fall asleep. Waking up not to find the choc, I cry for long, never finding the choc. Found it the next day at school-in the bag.
1990, teacher awards punishment by slapping the ruler on the calves and complaints the same to parents during the PTA meeting, for- chewing erasers.
1991, grandpa passes away. That's when I came to know that I had even more relatives as grandparents, aunts & uncles, cousins than I already had.
1992, second standard. Blabber, blabber, blabber in class. Teacher seals my mouth up with- Surgical Tape.
1993, third standard. I cannot re-collect what exactly my crime was, but that was the first and only time I did something way too criminal for that age. Forged my dad's signature for a complaint from the teacher.
It was around this time that on our usual way to school (by rickshaw), a few new people joined in that unfaithful day, overcrowding the rickshaw. Unfaithful because, I fall off the thing and that running over my thigh. No serious injuries but, I chose to cry for 2 days, keeping me off from school!! Actually, this lil' incident of mine reminds me a more serious incident that happened with Rajesh, a cousin of mine. He used to commute to school in an auto-rickshaw. And one day he falls from it, injuring himself from head to toe. That was bad.
1994. This was when I found the specialty, comfort and fondness for the last bench in the class. My best buddy Sukheeth's and my pockets were always stained with oil, as we always had different kinds of snacks and sweetmeats to keep us busy during the class.
Meanwhile, this was the fourth standard wherein we where introduced to use a fountain pen for the first time. "HERO" was the most popular fountain pen and my dad bought me one after nagging him for long. My best buddy Sukheeth wanted to use it for the post-lunch session. It lay in front of us, as we prepared for the noon prayers. As soon as we opened our eyes after the prayer, it was gone. Damn! Never expected that it's first day with me would also be it's last!!
1995, I got together with M. Varun Sai Reddy, my partner in sadism for the next 4 years. "kaan bhairies" were our specialty. I cannot name our victims over here, but they had a tough time with us. Worth mentioning was our "life long injection" our own method for an evergreen life. How? It's simple- take a sharp pencil and drive it into the person who wants to live forever.
1996, Enter K. Tarun Kumar, a giant among dwarfs. The tall and heavy beast among sheep, gets newly admitted into our school.
