Story of a lost journalist

July 24, 2008

Down to childhood… another episode of silvery days

Filed under: life,Personal — Cris @ 16:34
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Two instances took me down the memory path to childhood today. One, a fellow blogger went nostalgic in her post and another, a phone call with an old classmate from 4th grade when we talked about the totally nonsensical activities very importantly undertook, all those years ago.

My friend, I will call him MR, talked about his crushes from age 7. At age 9, when he was in my class, there was this girl who was the class topper. Another of MR’s “recipient of ardent admiration”. MR gladly stopped by-hearting poems knowing the teacher would ask him to sit with the girl and learn from her. MR told me another story of his 6 year old self always feeling comfortable when he had company in receiving corporal punishment. “The only relief when that happens was in knowing my friend was next”.

I wasn’t short of my own 6 year old tales. In 1st grade, I once ran out of my school bus on my birthday, to the middle of the road (potentially on the strong belief all roads lead to home). I can’t remember now what exactly my purpose in doing that was. But I remember the old driver and me having a marathon race in the middle of the road and when finally caught, me struggling to fight him down and run again. For I knew, whatever happened, nothing should break that run. The driver complained to Amma later that day, that I nearly gave him a heart attack. Hmph! Can’t a girl have some morning exercise anymore? Oh wait… I remember this conversation with him.

Me (actively involved in brawling): I want to go to the bathroom
Driver (actively involved in sighing): you can go when we reach school, just wait
Me: Waaaaaaaa! I don’t like the ones in school… they are baaaad waaaaaaaaaaaa
Driver: They are good
Me totally unconvinced (Repeated line every 5 minutes in the story): Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

I am guessing the race was a follow up on this conversation.

I think if there was an honest horoscope somewhere in this world, my life might be marked pretty dangerously wavering between life and death at the age of 6. Cause on another instance, I chose to sleep right through an episode when the mosquito coil fell on the sheet and all of the sheet started burning around me. Amma came to the rescue just in the nick of time and so yours truly is alive to tell the story. Whew just imagine what the world would have lost!

In 4th grade I was constantly placed between boys, the rule that governed 4th grade administration policies being gender-mix substantially altering noise pollution. So I was between MR and a guy called P (Forgot P’s last name). P was a guy wearing the kind of specs popular back then, one that had a chain hanging down on either side. An ally of mine Ms. BAJ reported later that P was showing signs of extraordinary admiration towards me, her opening lines being “P is in love with you”. The following incident was then chronicled in all graveness.

When MR took my eraser in my absence, P snatched it from him, held it close to him and said “This is my C’s eraser” (C being me). BAJ and I recognized a potential danger of undue affection lurking in the premises. I, with great apprehension decided to present the matter to senior authority, namely Mother. Mother after spending what seemed like an eternity in endless mirth told me I had a few years more to worry about romance, and for the moment just go enjoy my childhood. Hmm. I couldn’t say I was too happy with her response. I mean we were talking erasers here! Surely, that meant something serious!

There are too many more from those under-10 times, I might write a book on them. I will finish with a famous line I said, when a whole gang of people, of all ages, was watching some movie on TV in our living room. On one occasion when the hero and heroine were together I announced happily

“When a man hugs a woman, there will come a baby”



  1. Hmm! Near death experiences? Under 10 insights? There must be plenty to choose from the annals of childhood, don’t you think? “When a man hugs a woman, there will come a baby”, now that one is hilarious! I also did a marathon run when i was little. It was at the beach. Guess I couldn’t resist the rush of freedom that lay before me. When i was on my Olympic run of my life, i didn’t exactly notice the group of people huffing and puffing behind me in the sand(family!) And boy, did i get an earful!

    As for the whole boy-girl seating arrangement- what do they think, that we don’t talk to boys? For us also the same thing was done. But we talked anyway. By the way, taking eraser, serious business during the 4th grade. I can totally understand.
    Dear, do check out my packrat incident. U might like it.

    Comment by M.Rose — July 25, 2008 @ 00:20 | Reply

  2. “When a man hugs a woman, there will come a baby” =)) , Similar to me who tried to append a word to please , imitating a 2 word dialog from a 90s ad , in every situation where i wanted to say “please!” 😛
    Now thinking of it, how embarrassed would be our parents?

    Comment by Srijith — July 25, 2008 @ 02:42 | Reply

  3. “I might write a book on them….”
    Wow!!! When? I would surely buy a copy!!! 🙂

    Comment by sajith — July 25, 2008 @ 11:30 | Reply

  4. Even in my school,girls and boys used to sit together (not punishment, otherwise) till class 5. From 6, I dunno what is the funda, we were separated 😀 and sitting amongst girls was “punishment”. I was fine with that anyways 😉
    During engg and MBA, the gender divide almost died down. 🙂
    On school stories, I had written on my good old’ enemy in school 😉

    Comment by Nikhil Narayanan — July 25, 2008 @ 12:46 | Reply

  5. Wow!!cool one..I ges everyone has der own set of such experiences.. 🙂

    Comment by Multi Menon — July 25, 2008 @ 14:53 | Reply

  6. That was a nice welcome post on my return from over a week of tight-schedules 🙂

    Nice one, buddy… made me nostalgic too, including memoirs of many 4th-grade-romances :-))

    Comment by Tedy Kanjirathinkal — July 25, 2008 @ 18:23 | Reply

  7. @M.Rose, the boy-girl seating actually worked in 4th grade. Somehow boys were these totally alien species girls were allergic to back then! LOL. And I am sure we were no better for them. By the time we might have started accepting them to our race, my class switched to girls-only, Hehe (boys only upto grade 4 in the school). I did check your post and loved it. 🙂

    @Srijith, gee I cant figure out which ad you are talking about.

    @sajith, hehe dont stop at one, keep buying. You maybe my sole reader 😀

    @Nikhil, ohh. Hmm we only had boys up to 4th grade and when I saw them later in college yeah they were on one side of the class away from girls. I hate gender dividers, dont you? I will check your blog out.

    @Multi Menon, why dont you write yours too? 🙂

    @Tedy, thank you! I will expect one soon on tedka’s blog then.

    Comment by Cris — July 26, 2008 @ 00:11 | Reply

  8. Wonderful post:) you should write a book on these!
    Was reminded of a few of my own adventures…the one time I fell into the water tank breaking through a glass covering, and another when the pressure cooker blew it’s lid and fell on my chair, just after I had got up:)
    And that time in 3rd standard when I fell in love with the girl sitting behind me:D (yeah same noise-reduction strategy in my school too)

    Comment by nithin — July 26, 2008 @ 14:00 | Reply

  9. @nithin, haha looks like everybody has similar stories in their under-10 times. You fell into a tank?! Unbelievable! You should write a book too!

    Comment by Cris — July 28, 2008 @ 13:44 | Reply

  10. Childhood crushes are always rich pickings. It was always so easy to make life-long promises and mean it. There’s some lovely observations here, Cris.

    Comment by Paul Burman — July 31, 2008 @ 15:42 | Reply

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