king of fruits!!!

In India, I think Mango is considered as the king of fruits. Its seen in market during the summer and comes in many varieties. I have loads of memories associated with mangoes. 

When I was young, there were a bunch of kids who used to play together during summer holidays. It included my brother, my sister, sravan, laxmi(sravan's sister) and myself. We always used to be seen together playing in park, cycling, having lunch together and stealing mangoes!!!! Now thats the interesting part...jumping into neighborhood house and plucking small mangoes and running away!!! It used to be totally fun. Our neighbors had 4 mango trees in their garden. At around 2pm, when everyone in the house used to have hefty lunch and snore, we made the plan - the deadly plan to steal mangoes :D
Laxmi used to stand near the corner of the lane and make sure to hint us when someone was coming through this route. Sravan and my brother used to climb the 6ft wall and walk like a cat near the tree. I used to stand on the otherside of the wall waiting for the duo to drop the mangoes across the wall. After collecting the mangoes we used to run as fast as possible to either our house or to Sravan's house.
Now the feast starts by adding salt and chilli powder to the mangoes. We shared the mangoes, cut them in pieces with the pencil blade we had. Then eat them with salt and chilli powder sprinkled on the pieces with mouth slurrping and tinkling taste buds!!!! The taste of the stolen mangoes is far better than the mangoes which were purchased. I guess its the enthusiasm thats added to the mangoes which makes them special. Those were the memorable days of childhood. That very next year, Sravan and Laxmi's family left Nizamabad. I really donno where they are now. I still remember their faces though a little fading.
I guess everyone has some or the other memory associated with the mangoes. Enjoy summer with mangoes of different varieties and cherish the moments!!!

Dare to watch Dhruva

I think I was in 6th standard when there was a story about Dhruva, a young prince who was son of Uttanapada in English textbooks. And the story ended with Dhruva becoming a Pole star which is visible to the naked eyes. At that time my teacher has told me that one can see the star in the north direction at 4am very brightly in the sky. I was determined to see  Pole star the next day.
During those days, we lived in a small house where our bathroom was outside and stairs adjacent to it. I got up around 4am in the morning, opened the door quietly and was about to step out when I heard my mom whispering something. I told her that I would pee and come quickly. It was very dark outside and the stars were shining very brightly up in the sky. I climbed the stairs slowly without making any sounds and was evaluating which was north direction. In front of our house there was a Hanuman temple and as was the rule Gods face east direction. So if he is facing east, just to the left of him would be north. I saw the star and I was so delighted to look at it, that I forgot its so dark and I was alone. I heard some creepy sound near the terrace wall with a sudden blow of wind. I had goosebumps all over my body after listening to that. I didnt even dare looking in that direction. All sorts of thoughts came into my mind in that moment. It could be some ghost, creature, bird, kidnapper and I donno what not. I ran very fast into the house climbing down the stairs, asked mom to lock the door and curled myself with the bedsheet trying to forget the incident.
For few days I was scared to go to my building terrace. That was what happened when I dared to watch Dhruva aka Pole star.

PS: After 1 week I went to my building terrace with my brother and saw that it was just a plastic cover attached to the iron rods that made the sound :D
Uff...that cover had almost taken the life out of me!!!

process of untagging myself - part2

Sometime back I wrote a post regarding my childhood memories. I am going to continue writing rest of the stories. They might not be so interesting but I guess for timepass one can just read them :P

4. stories stretched
Being the eldest one in my family, my brother and sister used to listen whatever I said till 5th standard(later they realized how stupid they were :P). We were living for rent in a very big house which had lot of open place with a big neem tree in front of the house. During power cuts and summer, we used to have fultoo masti. We used to have one wired chair in which 3 kids can easily fit... we used to sit in that and my sister used to request me to say one story... the main action now starts... I used to actually start a fairy tale kinda story and never end it... add all fictional characters and say this and that and king and kid and villain and nothing else... I used to give lots of twists and turns and mean while my bro and sis would have long back forgotten the actual context. After some time my brother who would have actually got bored would say STOP PLEASE!!!!! And my mom would shout from inside the house to come and sleep :)
(now i cant even think of creating a cock and bull story)

5. Nail polish and noise
Every year there used to be a mela at our village and my grandpa used to buy me whatever I want. One such time he didnt come and sent grandmom along with me to the mela. I dont remember exactly, but i think my cousins have also accompanied me to have fun. My grandpa gave me Rs.3 to buy something at mela and I didnt spend. I went to a near by shop in my village and got nail polish which has the yuck dark pink color(i hate that color now). I applied nail polish to all my cousins and the next day I took it to my school :)
I think I was in 2nd class at that time, and shown it to my frens during a free period and the smell of nail polish was evident in my class. We girls were making hell lot of noise and that too talking on top of our voices. Next moment one sister(ours was a missionary school...we had only sisters) came to our class and shouted at everyone and caught me red handed with nail polish. She took it with her and made me stand up on the last bench :(
It was so damn embarrassing...She gave me back that nail polish after school hours. That was the last stupid thing I did at school.

6. Greeting cards
Being 3 kids in a family, we used to share pencils,pens and sketch pencils. When I was in 3rd standard, I loved using sketch pencils for whatever things. The habit continued and I learnt how to make good designs with pencil and apply colors with sketch pencils. At that time I got an idea of making hand made greeting cards with those designs and giving it to classmates on their birthdays. My brother and sister always used to ran out of sketch pencils and fight with me. Doesnt matter :) I was selfish enough to keep the best designs with  me and give stupid ones to frens as cards. One day I lost the book in which I kept all those designs. And I stopped making designs. Now I cant even make a good mehandi design for my hand... I wish I had practiced more and enhanced my skills :(

7. Dictation
When I was in 5th class we used to have dictation in different subjects. Those marks used to be added in the mid term results. At that time there was tough competition between me and another girl(Sheela Reddy) in our class. Most of the time she used to beat me in mid term exams. And I used to beat her in the finals :P
One day there was science subject dictation. 20 words were told by the teacher. I was happy that I would get  20/20. But somewhere I had a doubt in one word. That word was RECEIVE, whether the 'e' would follow 'i' or 'i' would follow 'e'. We both girls were discussing and realized that I made a mistake in that word. I wrote 'i' followed by 'e'. She got 20/20 and I got 19/20.
And by god, after that exam and till now I never forgot the spelling of that word. Even now when I write that word, I remember this incident and thats how I remember the spelling of that word :(
hmm... pretty girlish!!!!

8. knocked out with chalk piece
Our school is a typical girls high school with only teachers who are women. No boys are allowed in school. When I was in 10th class we had an exception. We had a male teacher who taught physics. He was 6ft tall and pretty handsome and nothing less than a hero. Most of the girls used to go ga-ga after him at school. His class used to be around 3:10pm and many girls used to eagerly wait for his class(teenage girls you see). He used to hate talking in class and not even whispers were allowed. As I was an average studying girl at school, I used to sit in the last but one bench in class. One day it so happened that one stupid girl in my class had a doubt and she used to sit in front of me.
She turned back and asked me the doubt. The next second a chalk piece hit my head. I was shocked as it was a direct hit. And realized that it was hit by sir for talking. I didnt even open my mouth to clear that girls answer. No words exchanged after that. The most funny part is no one even thinks of talking in his class(obviously most of them were staring at him instead of listening to him). I still remember him as one of the best physics teacher ever!!!
Thats how my school life ended :)

And now my memories also end here!!!!

process of untagging myself - part1

Recently I have been tagged by Smita which was started by Vimal.
Let me start it...

1. Locking up myself
               When I was young, I grew up with my grandmom for most of the time. My grandmom tells me now that I used to tie her pallu to my wrist very hard so that I never get separated from her. And one day I went to one marriage with her. At that time I was just 4 years old. When all my relatives were busy in marriage preparations, some kids started playing some games and I joined them. I donno exactly what happened but I got locked myself in a room. I mean I literally put the latch and I couldnt open it for long time. All of my relatives started looking for me and found me locked in a room which I couldnt open. So they used a long stick and put it through the window and managed to pull the latch. Thats how I got out. My grandmom tells this story and laughs for sometime. Even my relatives remember this incident and say that I had created a mess at that time :)
A nice memory for me!!!

2. Hiding out from home
               My brother and myself studied in the same class from UKG to 10th class. Only difference was that he studied in a boys high school and I studied in a girls high school. It was in 2nd class that my brother took a group photo with his classmates and teacher. My brother was kinda looking very cute in that picture sitting beside his teacher. I took that snap to my school to show to my frens and I lost it. I was really scared to go home and tell mom that thing. I searched all my books and bag hundreds of times only to not find it in my bag. So I went to most of my frens house to find out if my mistake the picture was with them... but alas!!! my bad luck... i didnt find out... i was crying and I sat under a tree back in my school again. Aaya's(working ladies) at my school were trying to find out what happened with me. I didnt open my mouth. I finally decided to search my bag once again. Hurrey!!!! I found it... It was right in my bag...
I jumped with joy for a while....and happily went home. That photo is still at my home. I laugh at the incident sometimes for my silliness. Even now my mom doesn't know about this incident.

3. Fun with frens at my village
          Let me tell you guys, I was the most active and restless kid when I was young. Never used to stay at house for a minute. Always I used to freak out with friends and one incident turned out to be horrible. Let me explain... For some festival, our family went to my village. My dad was not at home. I am really really afraid of my father in those days and if he is at home, I am the most silent kid :P else i am the queen of my life :P
For the same festival, one of my frens family were planning a big puja in the near by village. We should go to that village walking through the fields and farms. I was ready for that in an instant. I went to that place along with my frens. Imagine walking with frens in a line on the edges of fields enjoying and singing songs... Absolute delight :D And I walked for about 3kms and reached that village.
I actually thought that the festival process would end in 2 hours and then come back by afternoon. But that was not so... it was actually 6pm and I was tensed and scared. I was forcing their parents to drop me home as soon as possible. But it didnt happen and I was imagining the worst things in place for me back at home. Atlast I came home at 8pm and realized that most of the village people were looking out for me and they even sent some persons to find out in the neighboring village. I got good shuntings from my mother, my grandmom and my uncles. I never did like that again.

So those are my sweet memories. I still have to write more... but i will write them later as I dont remember most of the stuff now :)

Have a nice weekend folks!!!

PS: we have a long weekend in hyderabad as monday is a holiday here :D

Super duper memory

Today i came early from office as there was no internet and we couldnt do much work without it in our office. I gave lift to my Bindu and happily came on my scooty drenching a bit in rain.
As I reached home, my mom told me that we would be going to Warangal for cradle ceremony. God!!!Its really so tiresome to go on a week day and make stupid excuses to your manager for asking leave...
I have decided that I would say to my manager that I am sick( maybe cold with fever)
Obviously for that ceremony we need to buy a baby dress and a small finger ring of gold. We were prepared to go for shopping. And tomorrow morning we have to travel by train. Usually my mom has this vomit feeling during journey. So she takes some anti-vomit tablets. She asked me to buy them for sure. I told the name of it in house(which starts with E) and we went out.

After completing with the shopping, my mom asked me to buy the tablet.
To my goodness I couldnt recollect the name of the tablet.
I was trying very hard to recollect it... its on the tip of my tongue... but some how i am not able to spell it out....even write it maybe

I was saying to my mom that it starts with E.. but what is it!!!!!
I was scolding myself for being such a stupid girl...
I was recollecting what it could be...
just 1 hour back i was shouting the name of it in my house...
now its gone...
how could it happen!!!
Crazy...
stupid...
My brain is such a mess...
what the hell...
what can the name of it be...

Entacid... ( isnt it the name of some acidity tablet???? does it really exist)
Epitome...( isnt it some dictionary word for something else... and not an anti-vomit tablet)
Err... Eli... Esee...Edi...Eti..Enti...
I was trying to form all the words i knew which starts with E and sound like a tablet...
My mom was telling that its a very powerful tablet and that she would have written it on her hand...(you should have done it mom!!! now no helping)
I was doing all this while i was sitting in bus while coming back...
At last I have decided to ask the medical shop fellow to give me an anti-vomit tablet whose name starts with E...

At the medical shop:
Me, " Uncle, can you please give me two anti-vomit tablets whose name starts with E??"
Uncle, with a confused and dumb look on his face, " what name??"
Me," uncle the name starts with E!!!"
Uncle, " Domstal??"
Me, " uncle the name starts with E!!!!(cant u understand i am asking something else...u duffer)"
Uncle, " perei&&*&*&?"
Me, " ayyo...no uncle, the name starts with E!!!!"

My mom, uncle and we were staring at each other for few seconds.
EUREKA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Emiset...Emiset...Emiset!!!!
Thats it...Thats the tablet name... I could remember it...
I asked that uncle, to give the tablet Emiset.
He told that they are not available in his shop...
I thought for myself, "What a pity deepu...cant help..."

At last I took two domstal tablets and came home. They are as good as Emiset.
I realized that for those minutes my memory was erased. How could it happen!!! I used those tablets sometime back. Gosh!!! Our brain acts weird sometimes... it almost made me go insane today. I told my mom never to forget this tablet name in life. I can ditch her anytime with my memory...Err... stupid brain.