I feel like a stranger in my own blog. Couldn’t update something for quite a while. Anyways got something to write now.... This is a very old incident, from my childhood days. If I could remember correctly, I was in 4 th grade and was studying in KV 1 in Chandigarh. Once my mamaji came to stay with us, I was very happy as he is only 6 yrs older to me and is like a elder brother to me. After few days, he decided to head back to his village. I also wanted to go with him but my mom didn't agree to this.
But I am very rigid and adamant, so somehow my mom agreed and told my mama for my admission in Bulandshar. Finally, we reached the village; there my nani was waiting for me. She fondly used to me "Mangta"(there is storybehind this name also). She was a sweetheart but she is no more with us.
Lets come back to the story, my started the task given by my mom "My admission in KV".Mama and me went to the the school for my admission but there was some problem in admission as my father was not there. The Principal needed some letter but it not possible for my father to come. Mamaji decided to call my other cousin mamaji who was a govt. employee. He told me to stay back there, gave me some money and asked me not to leave the place till he returns.
I was enjoying chips outside the school, but he didn't return for 2 hours. I decided to go home myself. I bought some bananas from a nearby shop for my nani and started my journey back home. I had no idea, where to take bus; suddenly I saw a bullock cart there. I asked the uncle on the bullock cart to help me. He laughed and readily agreed to drop me near the sugar farm. It took nearly three hours to reach.
There was chaos and drama as I opened the gate. My mom was scolding my mama and all the three were crying. My mom came rushing towards me, slapped me and again started crying.
When they saw banana in my hands, everybody started laughing.
I really miss my childhood days!!!!!!
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Memorable Day of my Life
This is one incident which happened during Diwali last year. It is still vivid in front of my eyes. My papa was here and we decided to celebrate the Diwali in my village with my Dadi. My father is in army as I had mentioned earlier, our ancestors were farmers, so there was the blood of farmer still in him.
So finally the day came when we were at our village and I in particular was very happy because I was here after three years. I was a wonderful morning and from morning itself I was very excited to go to Farm. I was insisting my father but he was busy in something else.
Finally in the afternoon me and my sister's, after taking permission from my Dadi, started our journey towards the farms which we refer to as “Khoti Wale khate” . Our farms were near the river and there were lots of monkeys there. As we were passing by many of them looked at us like aliens. We were really enjoying ourselves. But this happiness was not long lasting. As I reached the farms there, my feet started to tremble. I was numb suddenly and my sister wondered what was the reason.
As I looked across our fields were flooded with water. The rice plants were dry and were ready to be cut. Papa had decided to commence the cutting on Monday, the day after Diwali. I felt sad for my papa and Dadi(grand mom) as they did work hard on this for six months. We decided to go back call papa but it would rather be late. So we both decided to do something ourselves. As I entered the field it was knee there was knee deep water and as our fields were at lower level, the water was rushing in at a great pressure. Near to our fields some ladies were working, I asked a shovel from them and tried to put mud on the point where water was entering. But the water was gushing in with lot of pressure. A boy who was working in the field nearby helped us and somehow we succeeded. Papa arrived at the scene after thirty minutes and he put some mud and wood to prevent any further leakage that could happen.
Our clothes were fully wet but it was really adventurous. Papa said “I am proud of my daughters”. I also got hurt near my eyes during this but was satisfied.
In the evening we all celebrated Diwali.
So finally the day came when we were at our village and I in particular was very happy because I was here after three years. I was a wonderful morning and from morning itself I was very excited to go to Farm. I was insisting my father but he was busy in something else.
Finally in the afternoon me and my sister's, after taking permission from my Dadi, started our journey towards the farms which we refer to as “Khoti Wale khate” . Our farms were near the river and there were lots of monkeys there. As we were passing by many of them looked at us like aliens. We were really enjoying ourselves. But this happiness was not long lasting. As I reached the farms there, my feet started to tremble. I was numb suddenly and my sister wondered what was the reason.
As I looked across our fields were flooded with water. The rice plants were dry and were ready to be cut. Papa had decided to commence the cutting on Monday, the day after Diwali. I felt sad for my papa and Dadi(grand mom) as they did work hard on this for six months. We decided to go back call papa but it would rather be late. So we both decided to do something ourselves. As I entered the field it was knee there was knee deep water and as our fields were at lower level, the water was rushing in at a great pressure. Near to our fields some ladies were working, I asked a shovel from them and tried to put mud on the point where water was entering. But the water was gushing in with lot of pressure. A boy who was working in the field nearby helped us and somehow we succeeded. Papa arrived at the scene after thirty minutes and he put some mud and wood to prevent any further leakage that could happen.
Our clothes were fully wet but it was really adventurous. Papa said “I am proud of my daughters”. I also got hurt near my eyes during this but was satisfied.
In the evening we all celebrated Diwali.
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