School

(St xavires' , Gandhinagar, Gujarat, India)

In the schools I had lot of dhamals. chair pulling, leg pulling, eating of others nasta ect...

Some rememberances,

Class 3 :My sister was studing in the other school, and one day she has come to my class, as there was not body at home to care her. during recess i lost her, she left the school without my knowledge. thank god that the other parents (neighbores) taken caer for her.

First time i felt guilty.

Class 8 : There was loud sounds of clouds , I remembered as it was happened on 8th auguest.

not only it happens in th eight period, wheni was in the eight standered.

The first co-incidence in my life.

Dance in marriage.

This incidence is about I was 10 year old. I was visited the marriage ceremony of the relative at ahmedabad. As usual i was wearing a new cloths. As my father has got a good government job than other his brothers, and we are residing in well constructed house. So, it is obvious that other relative giving me a special attention. Specially the children's of my age, looking to my new well mannered cloths.

As it happens in every marriage, there was a beating "DHOLS". And we children's were dancing. My father gives me coin (denomination , i don't know) to give it to the dholi. Every thing is going on in enjoyable moments.

Than we had a dinner. When was taking my dinner, i can hear the sounds of beating dhols outside the Mandap. I can also hear the cheers of the kids. I was exciting in going there. But my parent wants me to finish my dinner. Ultimately , i finished my dinner, and come out to join the dance with other kids.

When I come out from the Mandap, what I had seen is every kid is dancing and enjoying. I joined with them and enjoyed it. As night progresses, the "dholi" gone for his dinner, there was a silence.

Now it happens that one poor person badly dressed comes and ask us to sing a song and he will dance for us. As a kid it was very interesting and with clapping all kids starts to sing a song. That poor fellow starts dancing what he knows. The same was going on for some time, till one elder comes and stop this. The elder scold the poor fellow order him to leave the place. He has no choice but to leave the place. [As on to day I know that for what he was dancing]. We kids also ordered to shut our mouth [not singing] by the elder. Every one scattered. and place is now empty. I was with my parents.

When we are going to leave the marriage place to home, i see that poor fellow sitting in the waste dishes [ made out of leafs, and intended to thrown out when one finishes the food in it] in the Kachra Peti" [dustbin]. Collecting remaining food from the empty leaf dishes in one plate, and eating like a hell. The cow and dogs were also sharing the same.

This was the incidence I seen the hunger. It was very touching incidence. I never ever able to forgot the same. even today remembers the face of that poor fellow, his wishes for food while dancing, expression on his face on every moment.

That gives me a very touchy experience of my life and given the view point to see others in need.

Friend are invited to contact me.

Bachpan

This story is of the time when i was only five year old. [1972]

This time we were residing in the government quater at 5/1, sector 21, Gandhinagar, Gujarat. Due to promotion of my father we are allotted a bigger quater. The new quater is not far from the old one. The furnitures and house hold items are being transported from old house to new one. The camel cart was hired with labor for the purpose.

I found one old tricycle in the goods to be transported out. I requested parents to give it to me and i will take (transport) it to the new quater. My only intention was to take a ride and not to help the goods being transported. My parent understand the same and obviously refused it. Their worries that I keep away from any injury due to riding the tricycle.

I take a help of my other litle friend. When every body was busy in misceleneous work , I passed the tricycle to friend, he carries it far from the place where the good are being loaded.

I and my friend than enjoyed the ride to our satisfaction. When my parent comes to know this they naturally scold me. They feared taht i got injured , as do not know the cycling.

This incident is still in my memory, that how my parents worried, and I did my job at that age.