Childhood is the most beautiful of all the lifes seasons.
Everyone of us have spent our childhood with many sweet and I would like to say bitter memories. Nevertheless, I feel very contended when I look back and remember my sweet days when I was the pretty barbie doll at home! My dad always had a special place for me in his life and even now he is so. Those days are really really unforgettable. Days when I was holding my parents hands and walking in between them, troubling them in mid of the night. Only fear of mine during those days were my teachers and my parents. Night time stories, weekend's adventures brings a smile on my face every time I share those things with my friends now. I still remember the days when I used to wait desperately for festivals, that was because of two reasons. One being I would get new set of clothes and the next one I bet all children even now wait for that... Yeah! school declaring holiday :)
Day on which my parents decided to get me a bicycle, day and night I used to spend on drawing bicycle's pictures at the last page of my class note books. Every night bi cycle dreams, morning talk had bicycle topic, school break time was spent by discussing on which is the best bicycle to be bought and what are the features and comparing with my friend's cycles.etc. The day I got my new cycle I was on cloud 9 and literally the whole night I have slept beside my 1st bicycle :) I bought my first cycle when I was in 5th standard. This dint end here, every weekend my little brother and myself began to explore the area where we were staying. It was really fun filled. I was learning to ride doubles and I have made my brother fall from it many a times :) We would fight for few mins standing on the road and later I was getting scoldings for being elder... Again back home after few minutes of fight... this would end the day!!!
We had bought a new reel camera and this bicycle was also newly bought, so we had done many photo shoots with my 'Miss India' (purple colour)bicycle and a doll holding in my hands!!!
The other thing which I can never forget in my life time,is those last days of summer vacation!!! Every school going kid will have one or the other thing to be newly bought for their next academic year and that was in me also, being a normal kid ;) New books,New labels, Shoes, Uniform, etc. Selecting those labels to stick on our notebook was the craziest thing... Every year had one or the other concept being put in the form of labels. This was the business tactics which we kid never bothered about :) and the days when my mom used wrap all our books with brown wrappers and small fight for sticking the labels on to our books between myself and Vaibhav (my brother) are really very memorable.
Days when I was badly hurt!!!
Getting hurt was only in physical sense during those days :) we should really feel happy about those things... Grown ups get hurt mentally rather than physically... Its better if you are physically hurt... It was summer vacation for us and I was too small to run behind a cat and catch it, still I never gave up... One of my cousin brother (elder) and myself planned sitting at one corner for a long time and finally after everyone at home fell asleep in the afternoon, we took a ladder and since I was too young, he made to climb the ladder holding it firmly at the bottom. After confirming that I reached up and the mother cat had left her kittens alone... my brother climbed the ladder and we both walked silently towards the kittens and they started screaming and from no where the mother cat came running and I started chasing it... I never realized that I was standing on the roof under which my parents were sleeping. Mother cat escaped from the place and I heard my mother's voice which made me get scared and was running to reach the ladder... I ran so fast that I dint even see to the rusted iron rod which was right in front of my leg... I fell on the roof (thank God) and I was hurt badly near my eyes... I had a hole in which the iron was pierced and even now I have that mark next to my right eye... It was really a very close escape!!! Later seeing my condition, my mom was worried and that was an advantage for me... I was not the target of my parents to scold, it was obviously my cousin who got all scoldings... I was taken to hospital and got stitched :)
Many such incidents in my life has happened... During my summer vacation, I had visited my aunt's place and there was chiltu's (kids) group, in which I was the leader always :) I never made them to break my rules... paapa, they were following it honestly infact! It so happened one day, we all were playing hide and seek... there was a house next to my aunt's house whose window was built in the shape of boat... Small kids were made to sit inside that by their parents during their lunch/dinner time... I was not so long enough to climb that, but still I wanted to hide inside that and I tried climbing it, within fraction of seconds I realized that my cheek had damaged and blood was coming...My aunt came running and took me to hospital... This happened in Chitradurga when I was 10 year old...
One more incident was when I started learning cycle (small)... Those days, in Chitradurga we used to rent cycle's for an hour paying them 1 re... :) :) :) One of my cousin's friend took special interest and rented a cycle to teach me how to ride... He was holding the cycle at the back and pushing it... I was not all peddling it, later after a while he taught me to peddle and he was holding the cycle... With that confidence, day 1 itself I started to peddle it with all my energy and was so riding so fast that he could not run behind me... He had left his hand from the cycle and I was joyfully screaming, speaking to him and looking at others who were watching me astonished... Somebody on the road told me to be careful because there was a bull standing on the mid of the road on which I was going... To escape from that bull, I told my brother's friend to hold the cycle and stop it but never heard a response from him... by the time I turned back to see his presence I lost my balance and had fell below the bull's legs.... My knees had become scrap piece :) Somebody literally carried me and did the first aid... After that incident I never asked any one to teach me cycle riding...
Sweet memories can never be washed out from our heart... I have loads to share, but let me make it more colourful after getting feedback for this blog.
Hope everyone would remember their childhood after reading this and I am very sure you will have a smile on your face after you remember your "Golden Days". Happy reading :) :) :)
Sweet childish days, that were as long as twenty days are now.
