Once, when I was sitting idle in my seat in office, without having any work to do at all, I followed the path in whatever way my mind hovered.
Suddenly I stopped at the thought of tracing back my memory to events at my childhood, to check what is the oldest incident I could remember in my mind...I thought of one incident, then next and so on and so forth..Never it likes to stop or Iam unsure what is the older one I had..May be this...? No no..Its that which happened prior to this...
Anyway,I should zero in on one atleast...I remember a few events of my kindergarden...I can't figure out what day exactly it is...Iam a mischiefmonger in schooldays(Still I'm). It would be a herculean task for my Mom and Granny to get me ready for school...Starting from making me to bath and other morning chores, they both will have a tough time....
After I was dressed for school, we will have to wait at the gate for our school van to arrive. Generally the school van will honk when it enters the streets on the way to our house...And the horn sound of that van is an alraming bell for children, who are to go to school and also who are yet to go to school, to run away and hide in the best secure places thy have chosen to escape from their parents and anybody else for that matter.
For me the best ever place is, the gap between the roof top and the false wooden ceiling in our house. Because thats the place, where my mom or granny can't climb to look after me or reach for me.I will have to hide there till the van, after having waited for more than 15-20 minutes, starts to move. Once the van goes out of the street I will change my hiding place to my secondary location, which is a little conspicuous.This is because of the fact that I never wanted to change my primary and secure location.So, next day when they search for me during my hideout stint, they will never look at my primary location.
Both the primary and secondary haven never lasted more than a couple of days. And the scoldings and cannings I received after they found out my hideout is still vivid in my memory.
After that I didn't play much of a game in going to school.May be I think, its because of the acquaintance with the van driver. I became his favourite. Everyday, in the evening, before getting into the van he will throw me up into the air and catch in his arms. He will do this atleast for a dozen time and I like jumping in the air.
I don't remember like sitting inside the classes or who our teachers were then. Its a shame not have kept in mind atleast one teacher of my kindergarden. There is no point in claiming my memory as infallible.
Memories will continue..............
