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Saying 'From 77 to 95' may seem awkward to someone But It ain't for me .For then, I'd rarely been away from my parents,didi and ,ofcourse, my younger brother.So,naturally this special time had gotta be significant for me.At the age of three month less three yr I had got admitted in Litle flower school,which was preparatory to getting admission in good schools.All I remember of my time in Little flower is that I was very naughty And It was a great job for my didi and mom in getting me prepared.A very funny and nostalgic memoir of those time is that I had always preferred 10 paise coins to 25 paise;for the simple reason that the 25 paise coins were smaller than their 10 paise counterpart.Collecting 10 paise,25 paise, and sometime luckily 50 paise and a ruppee coins I fascinated that someday I will be able to buy motorcycle for me.My papa always inspired me in doing this,saying,"yes!My dear Son,One day you surely be able to buy motorcycle for yourself".I wonder now that even if that habit had continiued till date whether I,d been able to buy motorcycle or not.In the mean time I continued to grow up at incredible rate and slowly I started picking up the deep pitted humour, in the talks, whenever they were thrown upon me, by mommy and papa in generall,and didi in particular.In 1982 I Got Admission in DAV Public school and this proved to be a long batting ground for me As in 1995 only I stepped out of DAV,aaahh!! My beloved school
 ........The Dreaded!!!!!!!
Three times In my life(all in 80's) I'd fallen seriously ill.The first
time I dont recall exactly but the second time when I was In Hospital,I
was approx 8 yrs of age.The Only unpleasant thing I'd found in hospitals
ward were that The nurses use to give injections regularly,and if my memory
is fine it were 4 times a day.I really loathes injections in mychildhood
and even today.No sooner than I'd heard the rumbling sound of trolley(nurses
use this for carrying the medicine and the DEADLY Injection etc in Ward)My
heart had started pounding heavily.And still more It had started pounding
the heaviest when some Child,of my age or even smaller,had started crying.And,
my mommy and papa standing beside me use to call me,"Oh,come on Dabloo,now
You are a grown up.Behave like that.And,then somehow,sometime forcibly
also,they'd got me injection.But,even now,more than bullet,I think I dreaded
injection only-the most.
The time was up,whenever we had our summer vacation,to visit our paternal village-PANDURA,10 K.M south of District H.Q Arrah.There I'd lived all my summers.My village was then not accesssible through well metalled roads(Albeit now they are)and anyone had to inevitably go through semi-metallic roads to enter my village.And My father had always managed for horse-cart to cover this distance of near 3 K.m.The rythmic sound of 'tuck-tuck' of the cart was really amazing and lovely.Now,the Carts have been nearly raplaced by the modern jeeps but still I think whenever I should go my village I should prefer
the cart only.The wandering in the mangoes orchard,fishing in the river,fighting
over petty things-I could never forget those days.In the small river that
wind through my village,I'd seen many chaps of my age diving and swimming
so nicely but even after many brave trials I was not able to learn even
the basics of swimming.This,despite the fact that all my cousins were good
in this art and encouraged me greatly.Huh!! that was something not for
me.But,I had never restricted myself from a long bath in the river.This
all had continued like assigned rotta till 92.After that time,on the pretext
of study,coaching,tution,health and what not I was restrained from going
there.And slowly I had also got the inkling that the happy days are over
when I started preparing for engineering;for then I had really had got
no time to think of such adventures(spending month in my village). |
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