Welcome all to the new series that is part of my blog called A Trip Down Memory Lane. We all like to relish our past. When we are alone, we sit and reminisce about those good old times, the times when you had so much fun with so little, and a time when the whole world was wrapped in mystery and wonder. We long for the times when scientific knowledge didn't reduce the amount of wonder that nature bestowed upon us.
Coming to the point in question, what I want to lay out right now is my LKG days...
Do you remember the first time you ventured out of the safety of your homes, and were enrolled in KG? I do, and the way I remember it, it was wet...I was crying most of the time. I remember just flashes of what happened. But here it is anyway...
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My parents were liars back then it seems. The number of lies they used to drag me to school seem unbelievable. Here is my favourite -" You don't want to go to school? Fine. Don't. Let's just go and see if the school is still there or not. You don't have to go in, we'll just go, see it and return". That has to be one of the lamest lies I have ever heard, and you have to be pretty gullible to drink it all up. And I drank it all up, not one, not twice, but times and times again.
The first day I got there, I was pushed in and abandoned. I cried. A lot. And when it subsided, I took up the only toy I can remember picking up there-a horse, a pretty small one. I remember playing a little, then it is blank.
Here is another interesting note- One day I went to the toilet in the morning itself. And it so happens that near the toilet is an exit, and guess who I saw there? My father. And somehow, it stuck in my crazy little head, that he was going to be there every day. I don't know how many days it took for me to realise that it was all a big coincidence.
Concluding on a couple of hilarious notes:
Once I saw a couple of kids eating something from their tiffin boxes. Oh boy, it was too much. I went home and threw a tantrum, for I wanted a tiffin box bad. Why did no one understand? I needed it bad!!! And finally I got one. But the next thing was what to carry inside it. My parents decided on chips. I took the thing to my class like a king carrying a scepter, or like MS Dhoni carrying the World Cup. As soon as I was in the class, I tore it open and started munching chips. Take note that I had eaten a half hour ago from home. And in came a teacher. She looked at me and asked me one sentence. One that I still recall, and one that my parents never let me forget.
"Raavile thanne aanodo theeta???"
("Eating in the morning itself???)
One last ironical note-Back then I was scared of rain. Questions that I asked my mother daily were these-"Will it rain?" "Can I keep my towel crumpled up?" Because for me, a towel was meant to be folded perfectly and I was scared my mother would scold me if I didn't. Given that I was pretty scared of her back then. She was damn strict when I was little, but got to say this, if it wasn't for her, and her strictness, I wouldn't be where I am right now. So thank you mother!!!
Coming to the point in question, what I want to lay out right now is my LKG days...
Do you remember the first time you ventured out of the safety of your homes, and were enrolled in KG? I do, and the way I remember it, it was wet...I was crying most of the time. I remember just flashes of what happened. But here it is anyway...
.gif)
The first day I got there, I was pushed in and abandoned. I cried. A lot. And when it subsided, I took up the only toy I can remember picking up there-a horse, a pretty small one. I remember playing a little, then it is blank.
Here is another interesting note- One day I went to the toilet in the morning itself. And it so happens that near the toilet is an exit, and guess who I saw there? My father. And somehow, it stuck in my crazy little head, that he was going to be there every day. I don't know how many days it took for me to realise that it was all a big coincidence.
Concluding on a couple of hilarious notes:
Once I saw a couple of kids eating something from their tiffin boxes. Oh boy, it was too much. I went home and threw a tantrum, for I wanted a tiffin box bad. Why did no one understand? I needed it bad!!! And finally I got one. But the next thing was what to carry inside it. My parents decided on chips. I took the thing to my class like a king carrying a scepter, or like MS Dhoni carrying the World Cup. As soon as I was in the class, I tore it open and started munching chips. Take note that I had eaten a half hour ago from home. And in came a teacher. She looked at me and asked me one sentence. One that I still recall, and one that my parents never let me forget.
"Raavile thanne aanodo theeta???"
("Eating in the morning itself???)
One last ironical note-Back then I was scared of rain. Questions that I asked my mother daily were these-"Will it rain?" "Can I keep my towel crumpled up?" Because for me, a towel was meant to be folded perfectly and I was scared my mother would scold me if I didn't. Given that I was pretty scared of her back then. She was damn strict when I was little, but got to say this, if it wasn't for her, and her strictness, I wouldn't be where I am right now. So thank you mother!!!
