20 years 2 months and 20 days. Roughly the time I have been in this world. I was born in the springs of `89 on one very fine sunny day, 28th of March, in the district of Muzzaffarpur, Bihar. Although I have no idea of the climate on the day, I was just born, but I still imagine it to be sunny. Well I dint come out so easily into this world. Doctors had to do a surgery and bring me out. My father was anxious to be present on my birth but had an accident on the day before, on his way to home from Punjab. Well it was exiting times.
Although I am starting to realise, after writing this first few lines, that no one would be remotely interested in reading about my life, adding to this fact that my writing skills are not so good and the icing to all this being, that I a so obsessed with myself that everything I write would revolve around me, I would still continue writing.
My family consist of my mother, my father, my two sisters, I being younger to both of them and off course me. For now lets just focus on me.
The earliest childhood memories I have is of the place where I lived in my childhood. The compound I lived in had a very long boundary, with road on three sides, consisting of 4 set of houses, one kothi , one temple and a large play ground. The compound used to be know by the name of the kothi –‘Lal kothi’. Among the four set of house 2 sets were owned by my dad. One where we lived and the other one where my dad had setup a office. The other 2 had one family each and our landlords used to live in the kothi.3 set of houses, including the one I lived in, were just adjacent to each other on one corner of the compound and the fourth house was to be on the opposite end of the rectangular compound. The compound had a large number of trees which included Mango trees. The trees were mainly concentrated on one corner of the compound. Lal koti was situated somewhere in between this corner and the 4th house. The remaining corner was covered with some wild grasses where I never dared to venture, me being a small kid then. The temple was situated just at the backside of my house.
Among the earliest memories of my childhood the one I think of being the first chronically is of me going to a church. So this church where I went to attend my first school lessons had its premises just adjacent to the premises of the place where I lived. It acted more or less like a nursery to me. Even though the campuses were adjacent, the gates were still on the opposite ends of the front wall. I remember walking to that place with one of the servants. On entering the campus there was a long path to the church, with large trees on both the sides of the path. Well that’s all I remember about the church. I don’t recall taking any classes over there , although I have one image store in my mind of me sitting on the floor with a blackboard in front with Capital A, B, C written on it.
After church I went on to study my L.K.G and U.K.G in D.A.V. School in Muzzaffarpur. I am not pretty sure that I did my U.K.G or not. I am one year small in age to all my other colleagues, and the only reason possible being, me jumping one class. My parents are also not sure on this and that’s a bit surprising. Of this school also I have no strong memories. I do remember there was a well in our school and me being very fascinated about viewing that well.
The only funny event I remember of my childhood period in Bihar is that of my birthday. I think it was my 5th birthday and my parents had thrown a small party for it. Some of kids from compound were invited. Of all these kids were a small girl, she had brought a packet of biscuits along with her. I was exited,( to see the packet of biscuit ,not the girl) because I thought this was a present for me. From the beginning I was waiting for the moment when she’ll hand over it to me. I cut the cake and waited, maybe now she’ll give me the gift, but to my surprise she opened the packet and started eating the biscuits. All through the remaining party she ate the biscuits one by one…. .It was disappointing then. I get happy whenever I recall this event. It sounds really funny now although it wasn’t then.
The scariest memory of my early childhood is me realising that I had hit a worker of my dad’s factory with an iron rod. My dad had a business of manufacturing agriculture implements like thrashers, cultivators etc. He had setup a factory on the offshore of the city, spread over a area of 2 acres, it was huge, at least as I remember it viewing from the eyes of an 5 year old. Since my mom use to visit the factory very often I used to tug along with her a lot of times. It was fun going to the factory, as far as I can remember. My love for mechanical stuff roots down to this maybe, the early exposure to a manufacturing unit where there were all kind of machines for welding, drilling etc, lathe machines , presses , generator. Anyway, coming back to the incident it was afternoon time and I was roaming around in the factory. Before I can explain what exactly happened you need to understand the map of the place. There was a huge shed at the rear end of the factory campus and ground all around it. The space between the shed and the back boundary wall was small and a brick wall was build joining the shed and the boundary making it impossible you to circle around the shed even though it was surrounded by ground on four sides. So when I was roaming around the shed I just reached the wall from where I had to return. Since the factory was all about implements there used be a lot of iron rods and channels scattered all around the campus. One such iron rod was present over there and for no good reason I just picked up the rod and threw it over the brick wall with all my force. Back then I guess I would have been happy to know that I can throw a heavy iron rod over a wall of decent height, I being 5 year old. When I returned to the shed I realised that a worker working on the just other side of the wall has been hit on the head by the rod and was and was bleeding profusely. I was scared to death, realising the fact that it was me who had thrown the rod. It took some time to figure the people around what may have happened and my parents persuaded me to tell whether I had flung the rod. I admitted, the worker was immediately rushed to a doctor, although nothing much happened after that, but I won’t forget the incident ever.
That brings me to the end of my life in Bihar. There was suddenly a major change in my life after. We were going to shift to Karnal, a place in Haryana, 1300 KM away form my where I presently lived. Although it didn’t came like this to me , that I had to shift to this new place, I just remember one day being on one place and the next memory is of me being I a small room. We were waiting for the earlier tenants to vacate the house so that we can move in the new house so had to live in this small room for few days.
Enough for today, will right about my life ahead, some time later. Do comment if somebody managed to read this long entry.
Although I am starting to realise, after writing this first few lines, that no one would be remotely interested in reading about my life, adding to this fact that my writing skills are not so good and the icing to all this being, that I a so obsessed with myself that everything I write would revolve around me, I would still continue writing.
My family consist of my mother, my father, my two sisters, I being younger to both of them and off course me. For now lets just focus on me.
The earliest childhood memories I have is of the place where I lived in my childhood. The compound I lived in had a very long boundary, with road on three sides, consisting of 4 set of houses, one kothi , one temple and a large play ground. The compound used to be know by the name of the kothi –‘Lal kothi’. Among the four set of house 2 sets were owned by my dad. One where we lived and the other one where my dad had setup a office. The other 2 had one family each and our landlords used to live in the kothi.3 set of houses, including the one I lived in, were just adjacent to each other on one corner of the compound and the fourth house was to be on the opposite end of the rectangular compound. The compound had a large number of trees which included Mango trees. The trees were mainly concentrated on one corner of the compound. Lal koti was situated somewhere in between this corner and the 4th house. The remaining corner was covered with some wild grasses where I never dared to venture, me being a small kid then. The temple was situated just at the backside of my house.
Among the earliest memories of my childhood the one I think of being the first chronically is of me going to a church. So this church where I went to attend my first school lessons had its premises just adjacent to the premises of the place where I lived. It acted more or less like a nursery to me. Even though the campuses were adjacent, the gates were still on the opposite ends of the front wall. I remember walking to that place with one of the servants. On entering the campus there was a long path to the church, with large trees on both the sides of the path. Well that’s all I remember about the church. I don’t recall taking any classes over there , although I have one image store in my mind of me sitting on the floor with a blackboard in front with Capital A, B, C written on it.
After church I went on to study my L.K.G and U.K.G in D.A.V. School in Muzzaffarpur. I am not pretty sure that I did my U.K.G or not. I am one year small in age to all my other colleagues, and the only reason possible being, me jumping one class. My parents are also not sure on this and that’s a bit surprising. Of this school also I have no strong memories. I do remember there was a well in our school and me being very fascinated about viewing that well.
The only funny event I remember of my childhood period in Bihar is that of my birthday. I think it was my 5th birthday and my parents had thrown a small party for it. Some of kids from compound were invited. Of all these kids were a small girl, she had brought a packet of biscuits along with her. I was exited,( to see the packet of biscuit ,not the girl) because I thought this was a present for me. From the beginning I was waiting for the moment when she’ll hand over it to me. I cut the cake and waited, maybe now she’ll give me the gift, but to my surprise she opened the packet and started eating the biscuits. All through the remaining party she ate the biscuits one by one…. .It was disappointing then. I get happy whenever I recall this event. It sounds really funny now although it wasn’t then.
The scariest memory of my early childhood is me realising that I had hit a worker of my dad’s factory with an iron rod. My dad had a business of manufacturing agriculture implements like thrashers, cultivators etc. He had setup a factory on the offshore of the city, spread over a area of 2 acres, it was huge, at least as I remember it viewing from the eyes of an 5 year old. Since my mom use to visit the factory very often I used to tug along with her a lot of times. It was fun going to the factory, as far as I can remember. My love for mechanical stuff roots down to this maybe, the early exposure to a manufacturing unit where there were all kind of machines for welding, drilling etc, lathe machines , presses , generator. Anyway, coming back to the incident it was afternoon time and I was roaming around in the factory. Before I can explain what exactly happened you need to understand the map of the place. There was a huge shed at the rear end of the factory campus and ground all around it. The space between the shed and the back boundary wall was small and a brick wall was build joining the shed and the boundary making it impossible you to circle around the shed even though it was surrounded by ground on four sides. So when I was roaming around the shed I just reached the wall from where I had to return. Since the factory was all about implements there used be a lot of iron rods and channels scattered all around the campus. One such iron rod was present over there and for no good reason I just picked up the rod and threw it over the brick wall with all my force. Back then I guess I would have been happy to know that I can throw a heavy iron rod over a wall of decent height, I being 5 year old. When I returned to the shed I realised that a worker working on the just other side of the wall has been hit on the head by the rod and was and was bleeding profusely. I was scared to death, realising the fact that it was me who had thrown the rod. It took some time to figure the people around what may have happened and my parents persuaded me to tell whether I had flung the rod. I admitted, the worker was immediately rushed to a doctor, although nothing much happened after that, but I won’t forget the incident ever.
That brings me to the end of my life in Bihar. There was suddenly a major change in my life after. We were going to shift to Karnal, a place in Haryana, 1300 KM away form my where I presently lived. Although it didn’t came like this to me , that I had to shift to this new place, I just remember one day being on one place and the next memory is of me being I a small room. We were waiting for the earlier tenants to vacate the house so that we can move in the new house so had to live in this small room for few days.
Enough for today, will right about my life ahead, some time later. Do comment if somebody managed to read this long entry.
2 comments:
the biscuit girl :)
haha ... never knew this biscuit story :P
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