Down the Memory Lane!

Somebody TAGGED me last week with a request to write about the list given below. He/She also mentioned that it will bring bad luck if I do not write within 7 days of receiving the tag. Now, not wanting to call more luck issues than I already have, I decided I will work against the clock and meet the deadline. So yours truly has written a part of this blog sitting in the office cab with curious eyes hovering around and also assuming that I am soooo overloaded with work!

Here goes.

What is the oldest / first memory you carry of :

Of your Mother : I stretched my memory to the limits and the earliest I could reach was a memory of mom sitting with me on the bed making me do my homework must be my 2nd or 3rd standard. There were books thrown all around, and I distinctly remember a scale in her hand as well.

Of crying : Of me being chased by a few dogs in the colony and running back home crying like mad. I still fear dogs!

Of your father : This will tell people how selfish I am! I am somewhere in my primary school and my school starts only in the noon. I want to take the press button umbrella to school and not wear a raincoat. It was raining the morning when Dad leaves for office, but I did not let him take his umbrella, I am not very sure now but I guess he would have reached office soaked to the skin. I took the umbrella to school that day. God punished my selfish day by making that noon the sunniest noon of the monsoon that year! Yeah! I protected myself from the sun just to be able to use it in front of my friends!

Of School : Me Picking up my watermelon shaped water bottle from the shelf. May be 1st standard. I am so surprised this stupid memory is of a earlier date probably than that I have of my mom!!!! Damn me!!!

Of a fight: Me and another guy from my housing colony in Bombay coming to blows over who would ride double seat with one of the older boys of the colony on his “Gear wala” cycle ! I don’t remember either of the guys name. I remember going home with blood on my shirt and bleeding lips.

Of a lie you told: I Flunked in four subjects in my 6th standard and told mom and dad that I flunked only in one. As foolish as I could be. The Lie was bound to be short lived and I was royally jacked when I had to get the marks card signed. I remember not being talked to by mom and dad for more than couple of days!

Of a vacation : Kashmir with my family. Don’t remember the year. But I surely do not remember any earlier vacation.

Of laughing : All of us cousins sitting in the lawn of my Grandpas house in Mangalore and laughing like devils for no rhyme or reason. Must be about 9-10 years old!

Of a class-mate : His name is Don. That’s all I remember. Hey Don :-) If you are reading this.. Remember me??

Of a relative : This one is crystal clear needed no digging in the brains. Of my Mothers younger brother. I so distinctly remember him carrying me to see their new house that was under construction in Mangalore. I even remember him making me sit on the wall as he was talking to the workers there. I guess this makes it to Number one position in the oldest memory I have as a person !!!!

Of a Teacher : Sinha Teacher. 1st standard. I remember her face. I will be able to spot her even today in a crowd!

Of your Brother / Sister : My brother and me shouting together “Maaaaammmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy” from below our building to call mom from our 3rd floor house in Bombay. Must be 8-9 years here too!

There! Am I a lousy person? To not have earlier than this memories of parents or family?? Whatever!!!!!

Honestly in a way I enjoyed doing this, brought back some nice fond memories and exercised the brains too. I now TAG the millions of people who read my blog to try writing on the same topic. !!

And you, whoever tagged me, Hope you are happy now!