Memories down the road of life

When I was lying down after a few drinks yesterday ( courtesy lappy’s bday, may he live long!), I began having flashbacks of memories. Have had them a few times in this last month. Before I move on to more forms like these , I will try and put in the memories of my life which I have and are mentionable. ( sadly some of the better ones fall into the unmentionables category for various reasons)

The oldest thing I remember is playing on the chest of my maternal uncle … would be 2-3 years types.  Remember his taking me out on rides all over jamshedpur. Have slight memories of maami as well, of visiting her in the hospital.

Also comes to mind the first entrance test I gave, to st Xavier’s, which I flunked.
I remember thinking that the seats were way too small.

Memories of being made to stand on the bench for the first time coz I was talking to D ( it never stuck me before then that other people could also speak telugu, I used to think it was a family affair )

Of staying back in jamshedpur for some time when my folks left, coz I wanted to stay with granny, and mausi ( ( this would be when I was 4 years old)

Of staying in the crèche when I was about 3 years old. Remember the quarter, which was much bigger than the one we were staying in.

Of setting my neighbors fence on fire with diwali crackers.
Ditto for curtains, and a saree of mom’s ( got a huge lashing after that)

Of breaking my head on a gate ( literally ) on dussehra ( the first time I got stitches, after which in a series I have now been stitched from head to toe)

Picking up a fight for the first time ( something to do with tere baap ki.. kinda stuff, was fun )

Picking up a fight to prevent someone bullying my bro ( was fun the next day in school, the whole say sorry to each other rigmarole )

Strangling my neighbour ( the idiot wanted to pick a fight, he was slightly smaller, went for his neck. Poor chap fainted. Never really messed with me again.)

Smoking dad’s cigarettes with my bro ( the whole flat came to see where the smoke was coming from )

Having a bath at the hot water springs in rajgir ( bihar ) ( I thought what a place, hot water for free )

Shooting an airgun at the yearly fair nearby
Ferris wheels ( I love em even now)

Bending down to pick up my pencil which had fallen, and remarking that IS really had such nice legs  ( I would still put her in the top 10 of girls I’d seen)

Playing commandos in the neighbourhood ( they’d dug these ditches and trenches for setting up an electrical substation )

Climbing the top of the water tank(about 300 feet) ( dad was max angry when he had to come up and get me down, not that I’d wanted to get down )

Catching dragonflies on winter afternoons

The day so much hail fell, that the locality was transformed into Kashmir for a few hours.

The first time I slept under the stars ( used to love doing that in jamshedpur )

The first visit to British council library ( was about 6 then, was my most favourite place for quite some time)

The cholera shot we ( me,bro, and cuz) took when we went to an uncle’s wedding. Me and cuz took it in our arms. Bro in his ass. That shot pained real bad. Still remember his repenting his decision.

Being afraid of injections ( remember creating a lot of scenes, I got stitched a lot, so had to take  a lot of tetanus shots)

Being duped by a sexy nurse into getting a shot taken when I’d fractured my wrist ( man, she put in the injection while sweetly talking about some other shit, never felt more cheated in my life )

Going to essel world.

Will skip a lot of them now, this is getting too long.

The day I learnt how to ride a bicycle.

My first flight ( to Kuwait )

Living alone in cairo ( was an interesting experience, how to have fun by urself)

A few crushes, a train journey spent all night up , and some others.

Howzzat for a life?
~Somanxo