My life is pretty embarrassing, especially if you have an awesome set of parents. My life has been through many ups and downs. And I might be able to take you through them. And yes, this is a long post. So if your interested in my life, read.
When I was young, I used to literally be a magnet to diseases and disasters. When I was hardly one, I fell of a pram and received stitches on my upper jaw. They kept telling me that I was like taking care of a fully filled cup. It was pretty hard to tame me and make me behave properly. Believe it or not, when I was in 1st Standard, I was listed as one of the most troublesome kids in the whole primary block. And I maintained that name until I moved to China - which was after 2nd standard.
I used to be a brat when I was young. I used to pull my mom's hair while she was driving, go underneath and push the pedal or play with the gearbox. Now imagine a small boy who wants a sticker book soo badly that he would donate a kidney for it(use your imagination, may not happen at all under any circumstances at that age). Ten times that and he would be equal to me (according to my relatives).
Totally, I have had 3 stitches(including the pram incident). One on them is on the left side of my lip, because when I was in LKG, I was jumping from table to table when some wise kid held onto my leg and I fell on the side of the table face first. That was painful then, I guess.
The other was when I was playing with this gate like a see-saw. It kept coming back whenever I pushed it. So one day, when I was playing with it, my mom suddenly called me. So, I turned, forgetting everything about the swinging gate which was coming back at me, just like a dog would once it fetches your ball. The gate smashed squarely above my right eyebrow. And thus, was the last of my stitches (so far).
And there was this particular thing which cracks me up every time it passes my mind.
In UKG, they used to give us clay for us to play with. It used to be fun. I used to make the roundest balls of the whole lot (and took out my spoon and knife and pretend to make dosa). And there was this day which I don't clearly remember, but I ended up in the hospital. And when I inquired my mom the reason for my presence in an unhygienic hospital room, she answers, "you have clay in your ear." I couldn't remember a thing. It was like being woken after a drunk night (PS - I'm speaking from other's experience). They doctors dozed me and did took out the clay and kept it on a tray. When I woke up, I realized that the clay piece was soo damn big that you could shape it into a small marble. When I went to school the day after, and since I had no idea what happened, I kept put the blame on my classmate, Arunachallam (the boy who couldn't spell his own name).
Since I was in China, I had always been prone to fire/hot water. The first time I got burnt was when I was in 2nd standard. I tried taking a heated bowl of rice from the microwave while it was still hot. I slipped and fell and the hot water poured right on my face and the top of my chest. It was horrible.
And then the second time was, yet again, with hot water. I was terribly sick and I had to inhale that hot water fumes. So I was sitting on a table and had a blanket over me. As I got closer to the water pot, my forehead slightly touched the top of the rim. I immediately pulled my head back, and the water pot along with it. the boiling water feel on top of my soft spot. And no, it didn't make any mark over there, but it did above it. And I had to sing that night (yes, I was in the school choir because I had a charming voice, until puberty destroyed it).
From what I've learnt, it's that even if you make the biggest mistakes which at that point might seem like the end (unless you die), is actually isn't. It just leaves a huge mark on your skin reminding you to never do it again. You learn from your mistakes, and your injuries. Like I did. Now I will be extra careful when pulling things out the microwave and I will never jump from one table to the other.
And that's just the summary. I couldn't put all the stuff I did when I was young. But the thing I liked the most was my numeric system when I was young - one, two, thee, four, five, six, vathan, eight, nine, ten. And I swear to god that, that once was our answering machine's tone thingy.
When I was young, I used to literally be a magnet to diseases and disasters. When I was hardly one, I fell of a pram and received stitches on my upper jaw. They kept telling me that I was like taking care of a fully filled cup. It was pretty hard to tame me and make me behave properly. Believe it or not, when I was in 1st Standard, I was listed as one of the most troublesome kids in the whole primary block. And I maintained that name until I moved to China - which was after 2nd standard.
I used to be a brat when I was young. I used to pull my mom's hair while she was driving, go underneath and push the pedal or play with the gearbox. Now imagine a small boy who wants a sticker book soo badly that he would donate a kidney for it(use your imagination, may not happen at all under any circumstances at that age). Ten times that and he would be equal to me (according to my relatives).
Totally, I have had 3 stitches(including the pram incident). One on them is on the left side of my lip, because when I was in LKG, I was jumping from table to table when some wise kid held onto my leg and I fell on the side of the table face first. That was painful then, I guess.
The other was when I was playing with this gate like a see-saw. It kept coming back whenever I pushed it. So one day, when I was playing with it, my mom suddenly called me. So, I turned, forgetting everything about the swinging gate which was coming back at me, just like a dog would once it fetches your ball. The gate smashed squarely above my right eyebrow. And thus, was the last of my stitches (so far).
And there was this particular thing which cracks me up every time it passes my mind.
In UKG, they used to give us clay for us to play with. It used to be fun. I used to make the roundest balls of the whole lot (and took out my spoon and knife and pretend to make dosa). And there was this day which I don't clearly remember, but I ended up in the hospital. And when I inquired my mom the reason for my presence in an unhygienic hospital room, she answers, "you have clay in your ear." I couldn't remember a thing. It was like being woken after a drunk night (PS - I'm speaking from other's experience). They doctors dozed me and did took out the clay and kept it on a tray. When I woke up, I realized that the clay piece was soo damn big that you could shape it into a small marble. When I went to school the day after, and since I had no idea what happened, I kept put the blame on my classmate, Arunachallam (the boy who couldn't spell his own name).
Since I was in China, I had always been prone to fire/hot water. The first time I got burnt was when I was in 2nd standard. I tried taking a heated bowl of rice from the microwave while it was still hot. I slipped and fell and the hot water poured right on my face and the top of my chest. It was horrible.
And then the second time was, yet again, with hot water. I was terribly sick and I had to inhale that hot water fumes. So I was sitting on a table and had a blanket over me. As I got closer to the water pot, my forehead slightly touched the top of the rim. I immediately pulled my head back, and the water pot along with it. the boiling water feel on top of my soft spot. And no, it didn't make any mark over there, but it did above it. And I had to sing that night (yes, I was in the school choir because I had a charming voice, until puberty destroyed it).
From what I've learnt, it's that even if you make the biggest mistakes which at that point might seem like the end (unless you die), is actually isn't. It just leaves a huge mark on your skin reminding you to never do it again. You learn from your mistakes, and your injuries. Like I did. Now I will be extra careful when pulling things out the microwave and I will never jump from one table to the other.
And that's just the summary. I couldn't put all the stuff I did when I was young. But the thing I liked the most was my numeric system when I was young - one, two, thee, four, five, six, vathan, eight, nine, ten. And I swear to god that, that once was our answering machine's tone thingy.
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