"Whenever I think of the past, it brings back so many memories" Steven Wright
The quotation mentioned above is so true. When I look backward, memories come gushing to the fore. I am at a loss what to include and what to discard. In these 78 years of my life I have seen and learnt a lot. As per the name of my blog, Kuch Khatta, Kuch Meetha, I have experienced a life full of happy and not so happy events. I am jotting down and sharing some pleasant and happy memories.
I was the eldest of three sisters and and two brothers. My father was an Engineer. He was always a topper. In Roorkee Engineering College, even now his name appears on the Honour Board. My mother and father were very liberal and broad minded. My mother was always well dressed and instilled the habit in her children.
I was admitted to Convent of Jesus of Mary,in KG when I was five years old. All the girls were crying on the first day. I was the only one who did not weep. I was trying to console the others. I remember that Mother( most of the teachers were nuns) gave me a lollipop as a reward.
I remember that there was a Flower Show. It was inaugurated by a senior officer. I and my sister sang on the stage. I remember that it was a marching song. Kadam kadam badaye ja. There was a great applause . After the performance the chief guest called for my sister and myself. He made us sit on his lap . We felt very honoured.
I also remember that we used to go for picnics very often. My father's close friend and our family always went together. In summers we used to go India Gate lawns for moonlit picnics and in winters to Kutub Minar, Okhla etc. Once on a picnic to Okhla, we were waiting for the driver to bring the car. I felt something soft and slimy under my feet. I bent down trying to decipher what was that. My mom noticed me examining the thing I was standing upon.She screamed, 'a snake, a snake'. Everyone was stunned, that I was standing upon a snake.
Every year on my father's birthday, we used have a family photograph in some studio, followed by dinner at 'Chelmsford Club' or 'Gymkhana Club'. Given below is a photograph taken on one of father's birthday. I am standing behind my father.
|a family photograph|
I must write about a very funny incident which occurred when I was in class viii. All the girls had lice in their hair. Every day our warden shouted at the girls. "Why can't you girls maintain proper hygiene" and " I will report to the hostel superintendent to punish you all." We were all fed up of these warnings, which we got at regular intervals. One day we made a plan. At night we combed our hair with small combs and collected hundreds of lice on a piece of paper. This lady never bolted her room from inside. One girl tip toed to her bed and emptied the paper full of lice in the hair of the warden. In the morning we found her itching her hair non stop, and enjoyed the scene. Of course now when I look back and think of this incident I feel that it was a foolish act on our part.
There is no end to memories. We enjoyed a lot in the days gone by. I smile when I remember them.
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