Long Long time ago... When we were kids !!

When we were kids !!

It was a lazy Saturday morning and as usual I got up late, after lots of shouting I got from my mom. By the time I had my breakfast it was already 12 in the noon. As I was about to leave for bath, my mom gave me 2 chapatis to put it on the terrace, for the crows to eat. As I went upstairs to the terrace, I remembered that I hadn’t washed my sports shoes from a long time. So, I decided to finish this pending task as well before taking bath. As I was filling water in the bucket (saving water you know :-) ) to wash my shoes, I just leaned over the compound wall behind my terrace and saw some kids playing there. It was burning hot there on the terrace, as the sun was directly above my head. But those kids didn’t seem to notice this, or, they were busy playing with lot of concentration. I got curious and just kept watching them, as the water got filled into the bucket. They were playing the “Teacher Game”.

I’m sure that most of you must have been a part of this game during your childhood days, including me :-). There were 3-4 kids playing the Teacher game. One of them who looked like the eldest among them was the “Teacher”. He was standing with a cane stick in one hand and a chalk piece in the other. Two other kids were seated on the floor with a note book in their hands. The “Teacher” was shouting at them by making some actions with the stick and writing something on the “board”. Oh, I forgot to mention about the “board” here. There was a huge iron box kept on the terrace of their home. It seemed like an old cupboard. The children had made one of the cupboard sides as their “board” of their class. Yes, that was a mini classroom I can say :-). The “Teacher” was writing and shouting and the other 2 children were busy writing down whatever he said.

During one of the 'Teacher Game'

I started washing my shoes now, in the burning sun, remembering those days when I used to play such games with my cousins, who are my childhood friends as well :-). We were about 8 cousins, among whom I was the eldest. Two of them, eldest among the remaining group, along with me were the 3 teachers of our “Class” in the “Teacher Game” that we played. Two of them didn’t play any games and were only crying for some or the other reasons. So they didn’t participate in our game most of the times. The only remaining were our 3 “Students”, who promptly sat and wrote down whatever “lessons” we thought them in the “Class”. I loved Mathematics and so I was the Maths “Teacher”. Among the remaining “Teachers”, one of them was a General Science “Teacher” and other was the Social Science “Teacher”. We had only 3 subjects in our “school”. This game we usually played in my grandmother’s house, where all of us used to gather during any holidays. My mom and my aunt, along with my grandparents and other people were busy chit-chatting about various stuffs of life (as we do now :-\) in the ground floor of their house. Our groups of kids went to the 1^st floor and usually played there. We had bought a mini black board, just for this game itself and hanged it to the wall (by removing one of the God’s photo frame hehe :D). Each of our class was for 10 minutes, after which the “bell” rang. The “bell” for our “school” was a trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr sound made by the “Teacher” taking the next period. All 3 “Teachers” used to take one class each and we used to go to our “home”. Yeah, the “Teachers” had a separate “home” and the “students” had a separate “home”. Poor “students”, they used to write down whatever stuff we “taught” in the “class”. During these “classes”, I still remember one instance where I was “fed up” of one of my “student” as he hadn’t done his “homework” and beat him with the stick on his hand. I don’t know if I hit him so hard, but he started crying and left the game. My brother who is like a chaddi-dost to him, also went away leaving the game. Now only one who was left was one student, who also seemed least interested to sit in the “class” alone. So we had to cancel the game :-(

Fun during the good old days

I finished washing my shoes and placed them in one corner for them to dry and came back to see how the “class” was going on behind my house. They were still playing in the scorching sun. Unable to bear the burning sun anymore, I went downstairs to have bath, with all the childhood memories in my mind. It feels so nice to remember those lovely days of childhood. One of the “Teacher” of our game has already a year old kid now, but I still see a “teacher” in her. I wish we were still kids even now to enjoy, without any tensions of life :-).

How many of you have played such games which are still memorable to you even now ? :-)

Women !!

          My friend and I were walking towards a busy main road junction. At the corner of that junction, there is a bus stop. One bus had stopped there. We were on the other side of the road and the door of the bus not viewable to us. I guess the bus had stopped for quite a few minutes, cos there were more than a few vehicles honking behind the bus with traffic being piled up slowly. On seeing through the window of the bus, it didn’t seem like anyone getting into the bus, but still it had stopped there with the driver constantly raising the accelerator of the bus. We crossed the road and walked towards the bus stop, passing through the standing bus. I walked a few steps towards the stop but my friend had stopped behind, near the front door of the bus. I turned behind to see why she stopped and saw that an old man – in his 70’s, was getting down from the bus. He seemed to be so weak that he had a stick in his hand and was struggling near the footboard to get down from the bus. Now I came to know why my friend had stopped there :-)

She held the hand of that old person and helped him to get down from the bus, made him to reach the footpath safely and came to me. It was so kind of her to help that old person.

Now, you may be wondering whats so special in this incident. :-)

There were a few men near the door of the bus from where the old person was getting down. Though they had seen the traffic piling behind the bus, with honking sounds being heard, none were bothered to help the old person to get out of the bus. They were just watching there, doing nothing. But my friend helped that person to get out of the bus by holding her hands with his. She was more caring than the men standing there simply watching.

I don’t say all men are like that. Even some men are more caring than a woman. At the same time, not all women are caring. There are a few who never care about others and are always selfish. But nevertheless, more women are caring compared to men. This incident gave me a nice feeling :-)

This is for a woman – who is a mother, sister, relative or a friend :

Kind is her Nature,

Soft is her Heart . . .

Loving is her Culture,

SHE cares for us a Lot . . .

Pleasant are her memories,

Deep are her thoughts . . .

Compromising is her Habit,

Making others happy is her Life . . .

To have such women with Me,

I am Lucky in my Life . . .