10 things i loved in my childhood

I started my day to the sound of ripping of papers. It kind of amazed me, since im not used to hearing such sound under normal circumstances. So the lethargic me, got up almost instantly and walked down the stairs out of my room to see what the hell is up! It was my mother tearing off some of the ‘old but irrelevant’ photographs, which were floating around in the closet, with out even a single album to hold them together. She had emptied the entire closet to the floor, and I got there to what stuffs were inside it. We usually never opened that closet, firstly because it contained nothing useful in it; secondly because, it was so full that, we feared if we opened it, things would pop out and we may need hours to put all the stuff back into the closet.

Today after so many years, the contents of the closet got some air to breathe. My mom considered cleaning it, since she, the cleanliness freak, had nothing left to clean. I saw some of my childhood photographs, which placed me on a time machine and drove me back to childhood. So there are a certain things, that I now think, were the most important part of my childhood.

  1. Mogli. I watched every time without missing it. My mom tells me that I even cried for buying a mogli t-shirt, which I finally got for one of my bdays.
  2. Danasur. Im not very sure about the name, I think it sounds something like that. It’s a story about dinosaurs that was friendly and cute. I really thought dinosaur was a friendly pet animal. It was later when my parents to me to birla museum in Hyderabad that my view was broken.
  3. Prabhu Deva. I was a fan of that guy. I was especially fond of the urvashi urvashi dance. Because of that song, my mom had to buy me some sort of soft pant, similar to the one that prabhu deva wears in that song. I used to wear it and dance on the bed, assuming that it is a bus.
  4. Cricket. Though in childhood I never understood what the game was all about, I liked the idea of holding a bat and swinging it I air. I had a plastic cricket kit, which I was proud of.
  5. Tape Recorder. It was brought new to my house, and it was the first one in the locality. My dad also had bought many blank cassettes to record my voice in that. I grew fond of that. I used to sing some English poems, thought in school, into that microphone. I also know what buttons I should press so that my voice gets recorded.
  6. Dad’s vehicle. As soon as my dad got home from work, I used to sit on his vehicle and pretend to be riding it. It was a great feeling. Strange thing is that, I thought pulling the breaks increases the speed.
  7. Festivals. This is because I loved eating. When my grand parents were alive, we used to celebrate each and every festival with pomp. And every festival came with a 3 course meals. I loved eating the special sweets, that too, especially those that I stole from kitchen.
  8. Tamil. Though Konkani (Or some people like to call it brahmani) is my mother tongue, I was surrounded by tamilians. So I had fascination for tamil. Later when we changed our residence for a better one, I gradually lost the touch of tamil, and now I only understand what ‘’sapad accha’’ means 😛
  9. My crazy ambitions. I wanted to be a police constable. I considered it to be the greatest job, next only to the president of the country. During holidays, I used to move around with a cane.
  10. School friends. They are crazy ones. Im still in touch with them. They added to my craziness.

Every one of us will be having crazy childhood memories. They are the things to be laughed at, loved and cherished for ever, for they are the things that keep us young and reminds us that the world is something far greater than computer programming.


Not for my friends!


The lot of free time I have has now made me blog quite often! I like blogging. It fulfills me as a hobby, But the sad part is that I don’t have a big count in readership. Frankly, I don’t even know how many read my blog. Considering that I’m a lethargic log of wood, and my reluctance to write when there is some new video on hard disk, I can safely draw a rough estimate of number of readers I have. So let me try to count the number of people who know about this blog, and probably also read it.

  1. Manasa. She is my schoolmate and also one of the very first readers of my blog. I wrote to her when I started blogging(while I was in touch with her). She even commented once or twice. But later as I eventually lost touch with her, I stopped getting SMS feedback form her.
  2. Sapna. She too was my schoolmate, and one of the readers when my blog on blogger started getting big. I have lost touch with her too, but I can assume that she still reads my blog(Coz she has a lot of free time).
  3. Abhijeeth. He is my collegemate. We stayed in the same hostel, and accessed internet together at the internet centre before the campus went wifi. He was sitting besides me when I was updating my blog. Since then, I have heard him once or twice talking about my blog.
  4. * N Bhat. (sorry, cant mention her first name) She was my school mate and also a kind of special one to me. Though we were not dating, We were strangely close. I remember hearing from her that she finds my write up attractive.
  5. Priyank Madyastha. He is my roommate and also one of my best friends since three years. I had asked him to read and rate my blog when I had written on terrorism. I hope is still reads my work.

The number seems to be really less, mainly because I never promoted my blog amongst my friends. Only my best friends know about my blog. I want only two types of readers; ones who are my best friends and the others whom I have never met. Yes strange as it sounds, I write primarily write for strangers. And expect them to also clap at times J

So the number of readers are, 5+n. where n stands for the number of people I don’t know, who read my blog.

PS: Please write a comment or push the like button, I really need a count, my dear boys and girls J