My Friends of housing board
I do sometimes wonder about my happiest days. For most of the kids their childhood days remain the best and somehow more we grow old, the better those appear in our memories.
I do remember vaguly about living in my ancestoral village, my dadaji brought apples on my birthday, then I remember a bit of badopal where I had broken my leg. I chersh the days from housing board hisar.
I had friends and lots of them. There was a lane of houses for the buffalo farm employees. I remember Pawan, Abhishek and Vicky from there.
Pawan was a bihari and he could bowl like Paul Adams of South Africa but was an amazing alrounder.
Abhishek was the man with bat made of cocunut tree - the one of few bats that we had and hence he would always bat first in any cricket match on the street.
Vicky was fun loving punjabi boy - I heard he is still in hisar and into business.
The I remember so lovingly, Abhilesh - he was younger to me, a leftie batsman and chess player. I remember so many cricket and chess games with him. I always misspelt his name on his birthday cards which he obviosly got mad about.
There was ever so silent Arvind, kid of the uncle who sold insurances.
Mohit was my friend and classmate at DAV school. His father, Prem, had a kirana store to supply the most of the nearby houses. I remember Prem uncly always being so funny and jolly person. I was always so amazed as how could he remember about price and location of thousands of things that he sold in this shop. And of course he also remembered every person's name and their house number. Mohit had 2 younger brothers - Rohit and Rajan. Rajan was classmate of Sumit, whose birthday came on 2nd Oct - same as Gandhi Jayanti.
Then there were so many girls - almost all of them elder to me and took care of me like younger brother. Kanchan, Shail, Suman, Rajni..
There was a elder kid in my row of house no 555 - I think he had a hole in his heart that was operated upon. I also remember him teasing when he told us that there is time difference of 30 mins in India and Pakistan.. we so made fun of him that how it could be.. we were so kids.
Speaking of geography, I remember a temp teacher in school wondering and discssing with us as why does all the water from earth not fall down, from earth!!
And when it came to festivals, oh.. there was as much dread as was excitement. Dread? you may ask.
Well there is the tradition of exchanging sweets on festivals. So my mom like every other lady in the colony would make a variey of sweets. I would then prepare a plate putting some sweets of each kind and courier it to all the neighbours one by one. And oh - I was instructed to politly ask back the plate so that next consignment could be prepared for shipping.
As for fun part - the celebrations would start a month ago for Holi and Diwali. The only difficult part was to extract some money from parents to buy coloursm water guns or crackers.
I once swallowed holi colour powder thinking it was some supari sweet.
I do remember vaguly about living in my ancestoral village, my dadaji brought apples on my birthday, then I remember a bit of badopal where I had broken my leg. I chersh the days from housing board hisar.
I had friends and lots of them. There was a lane of houses for the buffalo farm employees. I remember Pawan, Abhishek and Vicky from there.
Pawan was a bihari and he could bowl like Paul Adams of South Africa but was an amazing alrounder.
Abhishek was the man with bat made of cocunut tree - the one of few bats that we had and hence he would always bat first in any cricket match on the street.
Vicky was fun loving punjabi boy - I heard he is still in hisar and into business.
The I remember so lovingly, Abhilesh - he was younger to me, a leftie batsman and chess player. I remember so many cricket and chess games with him. I always misspelt his name on his birthday cards which he obviosly got mad about.
There was ever so silent Arvind, kid of the uncle who sold insurances.
Mohit was my friend and classmate at DAV school. His father, Prem, had a kirana store to supply the most of the nearby houses. I remember Prem uncly always being so funny and jolly person. I was always so amazed as how could he remember about price and location of thousands of things that he sold in this shop. And of course he also remembered every person's name and their house number. Mohit had 2 younger brothers - Rohit and Rajan. Rajan was classmate of Sumit, whose birthday came on 2nd Oct - same as Gandhi Jayanti.
Then there were so many girls - almost all of them elder to me and took care of me like younger brother. Kanchan, Shail, Suman, Rajni..
There was a elder kid in my row of house no 555 - I think he had a hole in his heart that was operated upon. I also remember him teasing when he told us that there is time difference of 30 mins in India and Pakistan.. we so made fun of him that how it could be.. we were so kids.
Speaking of geography, I remember a temp teacher in school wondering and discssing with us as why does all the water from earth not fall down, from earth!!
And when it came to festivals, oh.. there was as much dread as was excitement. Dread? you may ask.
Well there is the tradition of exchanging sweets on festivals. So my mom like every other lady in the colony would make a variey of sweets. I would then prepare a plate putting some sweets of each kind and courier it to all the neighbours one by one. And oh - I was instructed to politly ask back the plate so that next consignment could be prepared for shipping.
As for fun part - the celebrations would start a month ago for Holi and Diwali. The only difficult part was to extract some money from parents to buy coloursm water guns or crackers.
I once swallowed holi colour powder thinking it was some supari sweet.
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