on a rainy day

till that time i did not know the meaning of rain.i t was raining likehell let loose.there was no sun. it was cold  and dark all through the day.for days together it was raining. e were six children in our house. my cousin radha was there besides my two brothers and sisters. we all huddled up covering our selves with blankets and talking in hushed tones. we were afraid because there was gossip all round that world is going to perish  because of non stopping heavy rains. 

on the fourth day ,sky has cleared and even then we could not come outside of the house.the main reason was that temple pond near our house overflowed and the waters along with fish have come and all around the house water stayed for another two days.after thw water has receded  al l around the house , tadpoles were hopping. they looked so small and cute. i was fascinated to see them jumping hither and thither.

my elder brother  started to go to school and i used to run after him to go to school with him. but he usedto go in to the lane and run fast.i used to return back weeping.

one day my mother took me to the goldsmith.he gave me banana to eat. when i started eating ,he suddenly pierced my ears. i could not even cry properly as there was banana in my mouth.

i studied first class in local primary school. for second standard , my eldest sister joined me in christian school near municipal park, because bothe my sisters were studying there.there ,they used to give christmas greeting cards and sweets for christmas.we used play in the grounds.there was a hostel for christian students. thers a s a punishmnt for children, they used to ask us to remove weeds and thorns inthe ground.for prayer they used to sing christian prayer songs.

after my sister left that school passing her sslc, i again joined in local school. there i was made a leader for cleanliness.  when one day ,my master satrted checking our finger nails, i was afraid. because inspite of being a leader for cleanilines,my nails ere out grown and were not properly trimmed. i hid them and my master did not obserev them.

our mahadevaaiah sir used to tell us bharatham  inleisure periods  in an absorbng manner.i used to attend his tution also.i was a good student and did not give them chance to punish me.

bye for the day

left to right-confusion all along

i am a left hander by birth.so naturally i use my left hand most of the time. i started writing  with my left  hand only. but our teacher, mahadevaiah sir,did not lik it. he was one of the best teachers at that time.we were all living inthe same cluster of houses. many children used to come to his house for tutions.

he used to feel that vidya ie education is goddess. so it is blasphemy to hold the pencil,pen or balapam with left hand.so he forced me against my natural  instinct to write with my right hand.

as a result  my world as i knew somersaulted. when  i first went to karedu, i remember the positioning of houses,streets in certain fashion. after  i was forcefully convertd in to right hander,entire scenery was in the reversed fashion. i was so confused. from then started my saga  of great confusion.whenevr i held any object wth my left  hand, i was doubtful  whether it was th e right way or not. so i started to transfer it, in process  either dropping the object or breaking it successfully.you had to  see my plight. every one was scolding me.

even today i get confused between right  and left ,directions and angles.my confusion is so much that i have tomentally think of with which hand i take my food.before replying as to which is my right hand or left.

as aresult , i acquired the worst hand writing.sa a result i got less marks for hndwriting.i used to write with my left hand till i passed fourth standard. after that only i started writing with right hand.

my eldest sister and brother who were studying medicine later told my parents that by forcefully convering, one can become  eve n mentally deranged.but my parents and our teacher did not know the adverse consequences probably in thoe days.

all my sisters and brothers are doctors. but i am the only one who could not a seat in medicine.i strongly feel that god is great. because if i had taken up that profession with this confusion of right and left,i would have created chaos in the medical field.

but my children are all right handres. my brothers son durga is a lefthander. my brother  has left him to develop naturally.

even today except writing , all other things i do withmy left hand only.

vani tank you for folloing my blog

dancing all the way

i used to like dancing in my childhood. even before i remember my earlier days, my mother was telling me that i was dancing all the time. ho ever asks me to dance ,i used to oblige with alacricity.i used to love dancing. it seems my maternal grandfather used to taunt me  by saying-yeluka tholu thetchi yedadi vuthikina ,nalupu nalupe kani thelupu kadu-meaning i was dark complexioned and i can never dream of becoming fair.we used to go to karedu  near singarayakonda,prakasam district for our summer holidays.it is my mothers maternal home.i used to swing  and dance there quite often. i studied  upto fourth standard at gudur. our house was near venkateswara temples pond.oppisite our house  was panduranga  mandiram. during festivals  they used to askme to dance and  i was dancing happily.

our neighbors were wealthy compared to us. i used to go their house for playing.though i was in my second standard  we osed to write letters and send it through other friends. we were excited very much in writing those letters  and proud to recieve replies for them.near municipal park, i many other friends.they were also  rich and they were maintaining alsatian dogs at the time. we were afraid to go because of the dogs,but even then we used to go there. those girls named sujatha,hema and others  were learning classical dance. dance master used to come to their houses and teach them. i was very excited and made hue and  cry that i too would learn  dance along with my friends.

my father okyed  and i started to go to dance classes and learnt fast and bettr than the others.

my father got transferre to tirupathi and i joined my fifth standard  there.from then on wards  no school  function was conducted without my involvement. i represented my school in sports, elocutions,dance copetetions.

book reading in hildhood

i started reading books from child hood.at first i was reading thebooks like panchatantra-mitr labham&mitra bhedam,bharatham,bhagavatham and ramayana .they were childrens books with good illstrations.slowly i was reading chandamama and balamithra.after that i was reading my brothers and sisters nondetalis. they were coral island,treasure island,wetward hoe!kenilworth and tombrown schooldays.i used to like the adventures of the boys in coral island the most.

the first fullfledged english novel i read was emma by jane austin.i was in my ninth standard  and i felt proud that i could complete it successfully and understand it too.

at school we had david copperfield and oliver twist as nondetails.we had all of shakespears dramas as short stories. 

of the lessons  i liked on saying please by a g gardiner,pickwick papers,ungreatful pinetree the most.in hindi liked poetry by subhadra kumari chouhanji,mythili saran gupth andkabirdas.

in english poetry i liked eligy on the death of a mad dog,piedpiperand robert frost.

in my college days ,we had midsummer nights dream, hamlet as dramas. pride and prejudice by jane austin as novel, 

.miltons paradise lost book four was our poetry book. i used to like the description of paradise,satan as asnake very much.

my eldest brother used to buy many books. of those one german solidier by name sven hassel  had written three books about  the second world war and nazi camps.i was very much moved by those books.

of indian authors i read r k narayans guide,sashti bratas  my god died young,arun joshi s novel and rajinder singh bedis i take this woman.

once i joined in college i started reading romantic novels by deniserobins,hermina black. barbara cartland&mills and boon.when iwent to my eldest sister , i was reading perry masons novels, james hadly chase novels. besides these i read scarlet letter,papillon, wuthering heights,love camp,gypsy love etc during that time.

later i read almost all of harold robins, sydney sheldon,arthur hailey,mario puzo nd iing wallace.

even today i like to read at leastfor half an hour before i go to sleep.i feel happy and contented once i start reading  a book.i forget my dayto day problems and relax for once.

my reading habit has been passed on to my son vikky.my daughters read but very rarely.

i strongly feel reading habit is one of the hobbies one can have.mainly there will not be any sound pollution and we will not be a nuisance to any one  by this habit.

thank you for the day

bye

mythili-my dil

today i want to share my feelings about mythili,my best friend.i came to know her after coming to madanapalli only.she works at head post office ,madanapalli. our reading habit brought us together.as time passed we became close. with her  i feel young.the reason is she is younger to me by more than twelve years and she never makes me feel older than her.we both are outspoken. we cut jokes and share our secrets freely with each other.she has good dress sense.sheis jubiliant ,care free,casual and also has helping nature.i call her my dil lovingly quite often.almost every day she comes to my house for chichat and i cant imagine my stay at madanapalli without her.she has activa and when ever possible we go bikeriding. all her friends are my friends now.the say that friend in need is afriend indeed  actually fits her very well.

now coming to hareesh   thank you.you have boosted my morale in continuing my blog. vikky told me  that you had enquired about my blog.actually in my childhood i wanted to write a story actutally. i think i wasin my fourth standard at that time.i went upstairs and tried to write. but in the meantime my sister and brother came behind me . they snatched the notebook and read aloud what i had written. they laughed and made fun of me.i felt ashamed.after that i stopped writing. because i did not know how to write secretively.

i dont blame them because at that time they too were childrenand their act was not malicious but only childish.it was my childhood incident.

so bye for the day.