Archive for February, 2009

I was sitting with my friend, watching this movie BEAUTIFUL GIRLS on TV, when all of a sudden a question props up of nowhere, “What’s your oldest memory of childhood ?”, my friend asked me. And this question took me to some really old memories. Memories which i didn’t even know did exist. For a moment i just stared at the blank wall in front of me, but then i could see some visuals forming on the wall.

Ohh, the question. Coming back to it. As i searched for some clarity in those blurred visuals, i was surprised to find a lot of things. It was of a period , before i got admitted to DR. V.S.E.C., the school which became a family for me for 12 long years. Before i got admitted to this school, i basically had gone through 2 other small next-door schools. There was this one english medium school and another a hindi medium one, even before that. I think, one of them was called S.T.D. or something like that. It must have been the english medium school, and i distinctly remember a blue tie with that abbreviated school name on it, hanging down my neck. I think i even have a photograph of me wearing that stupid tie [ Mental note : Got to search for  that photograph ].

Anywz, the period is almost a blur. But there are distinct events scattered here and there, which i still remember. For instance, i still remember that stupid stupid “jalebi” race that we had in one of those schools. We had to grab on to a hanging “jalebi” using only our mouths, and then rush back to the starting point. And i still remember, how i fell short of the hanging “jalebi”, and was almost jumping up and down with my tongue hanging out like a hungry dog, till some teacher had to lower down the “jalebi”  (unfair it was, i know), so that i could finish the race. And i also remember that, somehow there wasn’t any “jalebi” with me when i reached the starting point.

Then, i still remember the only neighborhood friend i had in those days. Its a pity that i don’t even know, where he is at this moment, or where he was just an year after we left the neighborhood. But i still remember the courtyard in his house, where we played cricket. I still remember his grandfather who lived in a garden by the courtyard. It was a big house, and we spent a lot of time there, destroying the garden and the house too.

I still remember , how that mad cow once chased me in the locality. I hid behind a pile of bricks, which came tumbling down on my foot, as the cow rammed its horns into it. I think i was on my way to school then, with my mother. Don’t remember if i took a leave or not for the day. But i remember, i got hurt.

I still remember the “bhabhi-ji” below my house , who used to teach me some subject i don’t remember. Mom says, it was she who saw some invisible spark in me, and insisited on getting me admitted to some better and costlier school, much to dad’s annoyance and mom’s satisfaction.

There are many such memories , of that time period, all of which is a complete blur of good and bad memories. I remember a lot of them, to my own surprise, and i came to know this only today. Its a good thing to relive those moments once in a while, if only in your thoughts.

So, these are my oldest memories. There are several other, and though the ones i have mentioned are very inconsequential ones, yet they somehow make my childhood or perhaps my pre-childhood phase, worthwhile…at least for me.

So, look down your memory lane, dig out some old memories, and tell me, WHAT EXACTLY IS YOUR OLDEST MEMORY OF CHILDHOOD?


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BY ashish @ http://akjlucky4all.wordpress.com

 ” Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed from a maverick college life to strict professional

How tiny pocket money changed to huge monthly paychecks
but then why it gives less happiness….

How a few local denim jeans changed to new branded wardrobe
but then why there are less people to use them

How a single plate of samosa changed to a full Pizza or burger
But then why there is less hunger…..

Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed…..

How a bike always in reserve changed to bike/car always on
but then why there are less places to go on……

How a small coffee shop changed to cafe coffee day
but then why its feels like shop is far away…..

How a limited prepaid card changed to postpaid package
but then why there are less calls & more messages……

Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed…..

How a general class journey changed to Flight journey
But then why there are less vacations for enjoyment….

How an old assembled desktop changed to new branded laptop
but then why there is less time to put it on……….

How a small bunch of friends changed to office mate
but then why after 8′o Clock it always feel like getting late….

Here i am sitting in my office @ night…
Thinking hard about life
How it changed….. how it changed.. “

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It was just this saturday morning when i was doing some early morning marketing , to get myself a breakfast. The previous night had been a wild one, and after pouring in 6 mugs of beer down my throat, all i wanted was a breakfast of cereals and milk. It was then that i saw him.

I was paying my bills at the counter, when my eyes got diverted to this little kid, by the chocolate desk, pointing out excitedly at a cadbury, to his mother who was standing nearby listening to the child’s innocent ramblings. Their language wasn’t familiar to me, and i wasn’t very clear in my head too, but my vision was clear and i could see the mother, first trying to refuse the child his piece of chocolate, but finally succumbing to a child’s tantrum, or maybe to a mother’s love. It cost her 10 bucks, i had bought it for 1 buck only.

But that was 15 years ago. It was just 1 rs. back then that i had demanded. My mind drifted to myself some 15 years back when i was at his place, standing by the chocolate stand in my half pants and demanding my mom, the same thing, and getting the same reaction more or less.  I had a childhood too , and not much differnt from the one standing beside me then.

When we are kids, the world is just so new to us. Life to us is like this huge  box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get out of it. Each day, is like none other day.  Life is such a routine, what with getting up every morning, going to school, getting daily tutions, doing your homework and finally sleeping after gulping down a much hated glass of milk. And yet each day is new for us. Each day, we pray to grow up soon and get rid of the boring studies. We see adults around us, doing whatever they want. They roam about freely, go out at leisure, watch the TV at will, and never study anything except the newspaper or the occasional magazine, and everything about their lives seems so much fun. And we just pray to grow up soon as we go into our daily routine each day.

And now we are adults. We are free to do everything we dreamt of when we were kids. We are free to roam about freely and we only search for places we can go, without actually being able to go. We watch the TV at lesisure, except that it no longer interests us in any way. And we never study now and yet wish we could stay back a few more years in school and college. And now we look at the kid by the chocolate stand and wish we were that kid again.

So i walk back to my room with my breakfast, and all i can think of now as an adult is, ” when we were kids… “.

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