it is an interesting way to look at life. I was wondering what do I remember farthest from my current point of existence about myself. It is taking me to a small town called Nayagarh in Orissa. I was born in this small town. If you travel some 117 kilomemters from Bhubaneswar, then you will reach at this town which is in the foot hills of a small hill. I dont remember the name of the hill now. But it was a big hill, at least for a small child.
we use to travel in blue color Orissa Road Transport Corporation Bus (ORT Bus)in those days when we were required to go to my village. I can say 'required to go' because my mother was always reluctant to go to the village. I dont know the reasons. Now I guess she was the youngest daughter in law and there were five on top of her and she always avoided going to the village.
It was a difficult journey also as we used to get down on a small place called Bhimapara and then five killometers on a bullock cart ride through bumpy roads. I was always scared about bullock carts and had nightmares that I have fallen down from it and broken my legs. Then on the way, there will be a river and in some rainey seasons, the water level will be high and we had to wait on one side of the river to cross after the water recedes.
I dont have any memories of my grand father but people say that he was a great scholar and puran pandit (he was an expert on 24 puranas) and some say my brilliance comes from his knowledge base!! wow!!). I am told that he was a handsome man and used to put a sandalwood mark on the center of forehead. But I have good memories of my grand mother as she died when I was in my graduation class. The two years of my graduation, I had a chance to see her very often (of course, in the absense of her son as my father was working in sambalpur), but she never complained about my father being far away as she had all her sons around her. and one day she died.
I think I am moving out of my line of thought, may be some other time I will write about my parents and grand parents. I was writing about my childhood and my memory of that period. I still remember I was in class 3 and I had a teacher called Rama sir and he was a very strict teacher and he had sticks of different size and order to punish students in the class.
I remember munu, babu, rabi, dhanda (thats the name of a snake), kabu and sibu were my classmates. who were the girls in my class? I can recall seema definitely as she latter on came close to me in life, but as i remember boby was our darling in the class. she was an extremely good looking girl. what does good looking mean at that age! Yes, jeetu was there. without Jeetu lots of trilogies of life can not be penned down ! Let me take a break and write about these guys latter. Let me take a long break as i am still thinking about those days.
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