My Memoirs.

  I am feeling pretty nostalgic at this moment, the reason being a quiz I recent took on Facebook "How good is your memory?". No wonder that I got 92% memory. There was a certain question "Think of the oldest memory you had? how old were you?". 

  I have a vivid imagination of this incident. All my relatives gathered around me and were asking me to repeat some words and what i had uttered was some gibberish, remotely close to what they had asked. People say that is bollocks because you dont have a memory at that age. It turns out that I do *wink wink*. That probably was the oldest memory i have of an incident. There are quite a few which i remember like yesterday. This one when i was 2.5 yrs and before I was eligible to join a school. I was playing with my animal toys, i accidentally stepped my foot on a tomato. I ran screaming my throat out to my grandma complaining that i was bleeding. That's one of the dumbest things i have ever asked. May be I had known about vadivelu's thakkali chutney back then.

  Then, there is another incident, when my parents enrolled me in a school adjacent to Alpha Matriculation due to age disqualification (I was not three years old)  All I did there was, to escape without the knowledge of the teacher and catch hens with the maid there. Then time went by, I was three and was bored of catching hens and sitting under the neem tree. My parents met the school principal. She asked me to continue studying in the same school. The reply i gave was nothing short of arrogance and fearlessness. I replied " Naan indha sotha school la padikka maaten po!", which can be loosely translated to English as " I wont study in this good for nothing school, leave me". Trust me i am not making this up. I still do this stuff but in a subtle way.  

  My bravado didn't stop there, the incident i am going tell you is the jewel in the crown, the chutney on top of pongal. I can never forgot it. It left an indelible imprint in my finger, literally. I was brat when I were a kid. You might think who isn't. Well, surprise! surprise! I was totally different from other kids my age. My first day of school was a prime example. All the children were crying for their mommies. I didn't even care i was happily eating chips and laughing at other kids. If my parents bought toys for me, i wouldn't just play with it for few days and I would deliberately break it and research how it was made and then melt it together and once again play with it.

 
  On one such day, when i was in kindergarten particularly UKG, i was playing with a toy car which spits fire sparks at the rear. An ordinary kid would play with and leave it, not me. I broke the car took the part which emits the spark and started playing with it. It fell near the wheel motor which was used fetch water from the well. I, thinking me to be superman and not tall enough to switch the motor off, tried to stop it with my iron hands. Zoommm! a rotation or two happened and I couldn't stop it. I was leaving my toy all heart broken, with a sober face. One of my older friends shouted “blood! Look at your hand!”. That was enough to creep me. i was bleeding all the way to hospital. The weird thing was i didn't even feel an iota of pain. I was coercing the person who admitted me to buy me Good day biscuits. I was taken to Kaliyappa Nursing Home and stayed there for a good month. No school for a month and when I come back, voila! I have new doll to play with, my sister.

   One good thing about it is, it helps me find which right which is left. Weird? can't understand? I'll explain. I have this strange habit of forgetting which is my right side and my left side. I told this to my mom. she politely explained, "Mundam! You have scar on your RIGHT hand that is your RIGHT side, the one without the scar is LEFT, simple. Now dont ask again!". I still cant make out right from left without the use of my scar.  Now we know that's where the rest 8% in my memory test went. The ruckus i caused when i was a child was innumerable. Hope you enjoyed reading this piece of memoir.