Memories……(Part 1)

Memory and me…  well have loads of memories which some times just dawn upon me selectively these days… well I remember some one did say that memories are selective 

I do miss my child hood moms……Amanekka n kusumakka.. my chechis or aunts whatever you call them….. the love bestowed by them .. and chandubappa.. my uncle…


How funny it was when in nursery Ms Desa teacher announced exams…… I never new what was the implications of exams.. Silent n Demure kid which I was…my aunts had prepared me and sent me to the nursery …. I write the exams…… and then I see every one giving their answer papers to the teacher… well !! I thought well this paper I have brought which my aunts purchased paying 10 ps per ruled thanv (two sheets make one thanv.. and 24 thanv makes one rim of paper)… so my simple thought was that I will take this back to my house and did so….. My aunts where initially shocked and then slowly tampered with my answer paper and asked me to give it to the teacher since she would give me back  …. Ms Desa teacher was not amused.. she called my dad and told it looks like some body has overwritten.. dad being a simple postman was emabarassed….

I am kind of scared of Desa teacher.. I was scared even during primaries and then after I completed my CA she retired and was staying near my house in a tenanted house.. I was kind scared whenever I talked to her.. I dunno why it was so.. was it due to the way she spoke to me or for the guilt getting 95 out of 100 for the tampered answer paper .. or was the two spanking she gave me during my senior kindergarten years…. Well he hehehe !!!! true… I got nice spanking once I slept of in the class… I was so naïve… but I loved Ms Kalyani teacher who used to tell nice stories during pt period (play time period during rainy season) or during our social studies classes which she used to take up….


My teachers were Ms Prabha Madam (who went on to be the Head Mistress for long time I heard), Ms Kalyani teacher, Ms Ieda, Mrs Muktha, Ms Kamalini teacher, Ms Prema teacher even the Ayas (attenders) Radha and the other ones name I forgot now.. (getting old u see)…..

I vividly remember my primary school days our teachers… all were ladies and very nice… except for the head master Mr Kukkillaya till I was in 3rd Standard.. We used to call him Bull dog.. ( I am sorry sir… wherever u are.. those were the days when we never so innocent and used to emulate our seniors..)… He was a huge old personality with his cheeks drooping down… But he loved kids… he never punished by hitting or so.. he used to scold.. Infact looking back .. I wud like to be like him some day.. a part of a system where I can mould the minds.. where I could write as to whatever I have experienced.. the people .. the circumstances.. the defeats the victories… the period of ups.. and the downs.. ( not the depressions… which i never want any kid to know or go through)... how to see the beauty of life... and how to love n respect people and treasure what we have..