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Hi friends. This is my first ever blog. I’m so very excited about this. At first when my friend told me to write, I was a bit frightened on how to write. He told me “abhi, y don’t u give it a try”. After talking to him, I sat and thought for while. Then I decided that I’ll give it a try. Since its my very first blog, I thought I’ll write abt my childhood days.
Childhood days!!! Moment you hear these words, there will be a big smile on your face. You’ll start thinking about those good old days. Many things will start coming to your mind like getting scolding or a word of appreciation from your teacher, fighting with your friends, peeing in ur pants (:D), parents love, parents running behind with a bowl of food and making you eat by telling you a story…all these comes to your mind and you start feeling so nice and happy.
When I think about my 
childhood days, I burst out laughing loudly. I was the only kid to my parents. I had no siblings to fight. So I used to fight with my aunt, uncle and their friends. There are lists of incidents which I remember and would like to share with you people.
To begin with, I was fat and I was loved by my family, my neighbors, in fact by everyone. They used to come and pull my cheeks so hard that I start crying. My aunt used to come for consoling me and I used to 
feel relaxed and protected in her arms. Some of my friends ask me “abhi, Why are you so fat?”. I tell them that I eat a lot. But the fact is I never used to eat so much when I was a small kid. My aunt used to carry me on her hip and go around beedhi (street), with a bowl of food and feeding me by telling stories. That time knowingly or unknowingly I used to eat a lot and that’s why I’m fat!
My dad works in K
PTCL and he was posted in shivanasamudra. I was staying with my grandparents in Mysore, the city of palace. Daily my dad and mom used to travel from shivanasamudra to Mysore. Dad used to drop my mom and go to work. By evening, he used come, have dinner, pick my mom and ride back all the way to shivanasamudra and reach there late night. To be frank, they’ve not missed even a single day. No matter whether it was raining or sunny, they used to come. I was pampered kid. The day when they don’t come, I would become upset. It was so sweet of them. My aunt used to dress me for school. I always used to get up late. My auto would come and I always made him wait for minimum of 15mins. At the last minute, I used to stuff my mouth with food and at the end moment, I vomit off... (Even now I do: D: P) Even after doing these, none of them scolded me…so lucky!.
Now comes the most interesting part of the story, My School. I studied in Sharada Vikas, Mysore. It was co-ed school. This happened when I was studying LKG. I was the topper in my class. My teachers always used to praise me and parents were very happy. I was very innocent, not involving in any fights. But one day, there was a girl named Ashwini. She was staying very near to my house and we used to go to school together. Once, we had a fight. All her friends were provoking her to hit me and same in my case. One day she just came and hit me. I fell down n started crying. All of them started laughing and named me as “CRY BABY”. After listening to that, for the very first time I got angry. (If u people remember, those days girls used to have 2ponies. They’ll look sooooo cute. Her pony was a little long n I used to call that as coconut tree). I got up, I went and caught that pony of hers and started pulling it like mad. It looked like as if I was riding a bike: D. I put her down and kicked her. Later I took her head and forced it inside a water pipe….she was struggling to come out. All of us at first started laughing but later very frightened because she was not able to come out. My teachers came running and later she was pulled out. She had some scratches on her face. She was crying very badly. I felt very bad for doing that mischief. Till then, my parents were never called by the school people. That was the very first time that they called my parents. Since my mom and dad were not in Mysore, my aunt had to come. She dint know that I had done such a great work:P. I thought that I was dead. But to my shock, principal dint shout at me. She told that she never expected this from me and blah blah… that was the worst day of my life. Whenever I used to see her, my eyes were filled with tears. One day, she came up t
o me n asked “abhi, Why are crying?” I told her that I’m feeling very bad for what I did and felt really sorry. Guess what she did?? She hugged me and told “no problem”. I was very happy. Then on we were good friends. But after LKG, we never met. We used to be together all the time, and never cared for what my friends commented. Every evening I used to ride my cycle and go to her house, play with her and come back. I really miss those days.
Finally, I would like to say that the childhood days are the most wonderful days, specially when you remember what you’ve done during those days:D. One small request to my readers, after reading this post, please sit in a silent place and start thinking about those days( I mean when u were 6yrs old ). If you don’t remember, then ask your parents. Once you get to know more about your childhood, make a comparison. Just imagine how you were before, and how you are now. It’s the fact that everyone has changed, but when you make comparison there will be a big smile on your face…TRUST ME. Let me know what you felt.
