CHILDHOOD remembrances

Before I gained some level of logic in the haywire brain of mine...I believed in a few things, a few ideas....a few beliefs.....a few concepts which evoke laughter, shame and absurdity when I recall them now....


Whacky event 1:

I was always fascinated by what happened in the church. The pomp and splendor was a must watch when I was a kid... and was quite bewildered by the attention the mass paid at the “mass”......But the real curiosity lied in what the holy communion was all about. Used to nag mom about how the communion did “taste”...Funny part is that I was bemused about its taste rather than why people took it.....Got enough scolding from the elder’s in family for this sacrilegious curiosity...And then one day at St Mary’s church in Trivandrum while taking part in the mass, in the hustle and bustle, I got inadvertently placed in the queue and was standing stark in front of the priest who was giving the communion. Rather than get out of the queue I showed the audacity of fulfilling this ambition of childhood...The kid in me was pretty disappointed that it was no big deal taking the communion. “Honest” to the core this incident was explained to my parents and rest of the story aint pretty.......


Whacky idea 1:

My parents always wanted me to be a whiz-kid @school....And under influence of some magazines or lectures they believed the idiot box will affect my academic pyrotechnics...
Bro and I had this fetish for the telly and we used to be severely reprimanded for excessive watching. Each time parents used to go out we used to be glued to the box...The television used to be switched of nano seconds prior to the time they reached home... (The scooter my parents used to give sonic booms when they approached home).But my dad found an ingenious way of checking whether we were watching television by placing is hand on top of the set..... And the temperature sensors in his skin responded relatively (temperature proportional to the hours of viewing)...This played spoil sport in our scheme of things and we used to get caught red handed because of dad’s “Telesensor formula”.....But myself and bro were not to be defeated easily...Cognition proved that a mug of ice placed on the top of the box resulted in a drastic drop in temperature of the set. The art was perfect over a period of time and just seconds after the “sonic boom” of dad’s scooter echoes through... we conceal all the evidence (read ice mug, cloth to dry any moisture.) and we sit back with our books in the study room...And my parents are “satisfied” at how their kids have changed for good.....Since we were not familiar with six sigma rules and since we never expected any mishap in the operations, we were caught off guard when our T.V blowed out due to excessive amount of water creeping inside the set. After intense questioning from parents akin to CIA or RAW (I have slightly exaggerated here) my bro gave away first and then me and our brilliant plan was busted......



Whacky impressions (there are many):

Sidney Sheldon was “female” until quite recently....But am happy that there many others having the same delusion (DJ).....Nowadays am careful with names...
West Indies was always some part of India and couldn’t figure out whey they played as separate team even though they were part of the motherland......
Getting into IAS was easy...u just have to read the manorama year book.....
Once on a trip to blore along with parents, someone stole cash from dad while traveling in a bus. Looking at the grievous face of my parents I was perplexed and really wondered whether we would be in the streets since dad had lost all dough he had........I was under the impression that all dough one had would be in his/her pocket......And I cried a lot imagining the life ahead in the streets ....

These are incidents which gives me a lot of fond memories while recollecting. Guess each one of us have such small incidents, beliefs, ideas....Naive but worth giving a smile.....