My childhood Memories..

Everyone’s life is full of memories. The most beautiful part of memories is that when you think back you actually start reliving the entire life which u once had lived. Who doesn’t like to go back to his childhood?

Leaving back all these tensions, career dreams, work pressure aside those days were full of life when we never had anything to worry about. My childhood days were really fantastic with my lovable sister and my sweet friends. I used have a hell lot of fights with her. The degree to which we fight could be more than the hottest days of Chennai.The sounds during the fight would actually break a building nor just a glass like they show in that onida advertisement. I still remember the time when we were shifting to Chennai the people around our flats had come home and said..’Oh from now onwards there won’t be any sound of children’. Thank God since we speak Konkani at home hardly any people will be able to understand even if we scoldJ. The fights that we had during the childhood days has really given a few scars here and there as a sign for us to remember those days. But at the end of the fight it usually happens that the elder one gets more scolding from parents same way my sister used to get all the scolding and I used to sit and enjoy that sight. In many a cases where I am the actual root cause of the fight , Sis have been blamed. Sometimes it so happens that I would have got all the beating from my mom and she would be sitting and acting as soon as I see this I too start acting saying she was the one who started the fight and mom will end up beating both. When we grew up a little we were more wise, since both were getting scolding, we came to a conclusion, a compromise…we pull each other’s hair, fight, scratch, push each other down etc but as soon as mom enters the room we used to be the best sisters in the whole world and Mom didn’t have an idea whom to scold then. There were few other mutual agreements between the elder and the younger ones. These elders take a lot of advantage from the younger ones. I have been fooled many a times by my sister. I just thought to pen down a few incidents which I remember…. it so happens that I always ask dad for new pencils. I never used to write with a pencil which is already used half the way and so I always had a bundle of new ones with me. My sister on the other hand wouldn’t ask anything to dad and get all the sympathy and praise. But actually what was happening was she would come to me and say, ‘See I am ready to offer you 4 pencils instead you only have to give me one. It’s okay I will manage with 1 pencil you can have all the 4 pencils’. She used to give me lalach of 4 pencils which were used already for the one unused one. I was a fool and used to think ‘oh if I give her this 1 pencil I will get 4 from her  ...nice offer let me grab it’ and always I was made a fool. Still she keeps saying this often and irritates me. Other incident was like always Saturday Sunday we go out for shopping, sometimes me and sister will be at home and Mom asks Sister to take care of me. I was so small then..

This fool (he he .. that was meant for my sister..)used to take advantage of that moment. She waits for parents to leave house then locks me into a empty room and switches off the main. Wantedly starts making scaring noise and suddenly those stupid lizards used to give company to her making their own sounds. She later starts calling my name like a black witch and open my door slowly and starts scaring me always. Those days there was a popular serial which used to air on tv”AAP BEETHI”. She used to enact the same and torture me to the maximum. This used to be her weapon against me always.

All these incidents if I look back now I just laugh a lot. These days it is the opposite which is taking place. Elder ones are strong until the younger ones grow. I miss all the beautiful time spent with her. We used to be the biggest enemies at home but when we step out of house we used to be the best friends of each other. We never used to let third person come between us. I knew all her friends and I used to voluntary go and talk to them introducing myself as her sister. I was so very talkative those days. Everyone in the school used to know my name right from the driver to office staffs to teachers to principal. I was the class leader in 6^th and I was monitoring the class asking everyone to keep silent. Still some girls never cared to listen my words and continued speaking what I did was wrote down their names in a piece of paper went to the principal’s room and handed over it to the Principal. She made the girls stand out on hot sun for 2 periods. I had gained a lot of respect( in actual fever and a gang of enemies ) for myself. Teachers who used to take classes for my sister used to come to her and say about me. Same thing happens to me but in a different style. Staffs used to say ‘ U should become like your Sister.She is so quiet and active in class u too should become like her’ in front of my parents during the parents open meet. So automatically at home she grabbed all the waaahhhh wahhhhh!! All hers acts were silent and never caught, my plans were always transparent and failed in front of everyone. As days passed I too started becoming like her  and everyone at school used to call us ‘Xerox Copy’ whenever we both were around. It is sometimes an advantange that your sister is studying in your won school but it is also a disadvantage because all the staffs who are familiar with both starts comparing younger one with the elder.

Not only with sister,..many memories with my friends too…Since childhood I had very few close friends but used to talk to every possible individual. During the initial days of school I was very stubburn like I expected things to happen in my way.If something was told that it was mine then from the next moment it is mine .If a teacher says Great!! You did a good job. Keep it Up!!. Then I expected her to say that always if the praise goes to someone else used to hate the teacher, staff and the person who got the appreciation. I think I got my first best friend in 1^st standard . I remember the pranks we both used to share , the time we played PT hours , the Sanskrit classes together and also helping each other when was not well. I still possess this friend and we both share the sweetest memories that we once spent.

I can go on writing for pages about the memories of my life but not all memories are to be shared. I want to treasure a few for future so that everytime I am sad I open a new page and the smile automatically shines on me.

Childhood memories are the best time each of us would have had in our lives. Recollect all those loveable moments of yours and you too would start enjoying without your knowledge a smile would have sprouted in your life!!!