By the time I was growing up, I was put in a school called St Johns, Kannada medium which was run by charitarian mission. Which means almost no fees.
Lkg & Ukg;
In one class around 50 students used to sit down in a classroom and used to write in black slate and pensile. Lots of kids is what I remember but don't remember what Sisters(madam) used to teach. I guess it was like pre school types. Nothing much to share about this time..
This how my class pic looked in lkg and ukg..St John school1st Standard.
This is when the creepy feeling of not liking school started creeping in. I liked being in home instead of being in school. May be I liked my mother company more than schools I guess. I used walk to school, I guess 1 km or so with sisters. They really liked going to school. Every other week I used to manifest some issues like , stomach pain, this pain that paid etc and skip the school. I really don't know why I didn't liked going to school.
2nd standard:
Almost same thing repeated here. Didn't like studying hence I was average student. Average in everything. But I liked taking part in cultural activity , sports etc. There used to be 1 teacher for one class and she didn't like me at all for obvious reasons. Every now and then she used to ask me sarees. Don't why she used to ask to get sarees. I used come and cry Infront of my mother and she somehow used manage to give one to her. Incidents like these I remember the most. Still very fresh in my mind.
Annual event dance in 1st grade;In this dance I remember few things, like there was kissing step where in our partner kiss us on cheek. For some reason my kiss mark remained and I was bullied by seniors for the same. That kiss mark physically I was able erase it but that emotionally still remains the same..
By then I was growing up, so little life events I could be able to remember to share with you here. We moved to leased 3 room home which was not not having cement roof but instead shed type roof which was made of red colour mud, Hanchina mane we used to call in Kannada, don't know what we call in English. If you know then comment below. It was small house we 7 of us, mom, dad, 2 sisters and my self and Grandparents used to live. Everything was great in the that home but when it was rainy season, whole of the house used get flooded with rain water. Water used drip from above almost everywhere and if the rain was heavy then water used to come from outside. I don't know why it used to rain only in the night that times but only in the night it used to. Then there used to be no place to sleep. Mom dad and sisters used to be busy in getting water out of the house and my mother used to make some small place for me and make me sleep. By the time I get up it used to look like all is normal here. Some days if it rained very heavy then mom used to request neighbours give some space so that her kids can have good night sleep. I don't know how many times this has happened since mostly I used to be in asleep. I used to feel it was like dream but it was harsh reality. I wish it was just a dream. I also used to assume every ones house this happens when it rains. But I took long time to realize this is happening only in our home. There was small corner bathroom with one wall in kitchen and that's it, that used to be our bathroom. For toilet we had open roof public toilet, exclusively for few homes. That's another adventure in itself. Since in that toilet there used to be a big rectangular hole in the below in which the pigs used to come to eat our shit. Some times very big pigs used to come so for that for our convenience there used to be small stones kept. So every time we have to collect bunch of stones and pot of water and go to open roof toilets and hit the big pigs with those stones until they are gone or until you are done. Only Gadag people can relate to this story I guess in the entire world. I haven't heard any one else having this great experience.
3rd Standard:
Thank fully new teacher has come. Kasturi teacher. She was very good to me overall so I don't have strong memories in this class but slowly I was able to make friends. Didn't knew those friends will leave permeant mark on me and my life. We remined in the same house and endowered same or more challenges.
By that time TV was trending. Few of the houses started having black and white TV sets excluding from our house for obvious reasons. Every Sunday Ramayana and later Mahabharat used to get telecast. Fortunately we had good hearted neighbours who used to allow us to go there in the morning and sit for one hour in their house to watch and come back. This is the only entertainment we used have. Next entertainment used to be cycling. I used my 3 wheeler cycle to cycle, standing on top of it or behind etc but it never used fell or give that challenge of 2 wheeler. So there used to be cycle shop which used to give cycles for rent. So he used rent those cycles for 0.25 paisa from big cycle, .050 paisa for medium and 1 rupee for small cycle for 1 hour time. Small cycle used to be apt for my age and most of the kids liked that small cycle. I used ask my mom or grandparents or somehow used arrange 1 rupee and get that cycle for rent and ride for 1 hour without taking break or wasting time. That's how I learnt my bicycle. Other times when I used to be late, that small cycle was not available so used take medium size cycle or some times big Atlas cycle. One day only Atlas cycle was available, didn't wanted miss out of cycling so I rented that one. We used to ride cross legged in big cycles but that was boring so I decided to ride sitting on the seat. Some how sat on the seat and started balancing, if I push one peddle then other peddle used take some time to come, and peddle that then wait and peddle again. This I did for quite a while and later didn't know how to get down. I got tired of peddling didn't know how to get down since it was too big jump or fall down. Finally slowed down and jumped. I didn't rent Atlas cycle from there on. If I seen any Atlas cycle now. I go back to this memory.
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