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Those were memorable ...

2006-03-31T18:29:00.000+05:30

Here I go with the schooldays of Rakesh. Schooldays - a memorable part of everyones life. His days were also memorable. So i am not going to tell the incidents that happened in his school. This post is about the incidents that happened in his life during his school days.

As every father does, Rakesh's father decided to send him to school. He wanted his son to be away from home. No one including Rakesh was clear about his intention. So the process started. My hero left to school. He was the first person from his family to study in English medium.

Though the entry was too bad, he had great days in his school. Days passed. He was a brilliant student. Rakesh was getting familiar with English. When ever Rakesh and his father went to any hotel, Rakesh had to give order only in English. That was his father's expectations. He never disappointed his father. To his surprise his father used to confirm whether Rakesh is Perfect with his English to the hotel manager or sometimes to the waiter. Rakesh got adopted to his hostel Life.Life was smooth.

One day (i think that was his 1st standard summer vacation ) his father told him that he is going to give Rakesh a surprise. Unusually his father took ticket to Dindigul. That was his first surprise. Rakesh could not hold his questions.
Rakesh: Father, where are we Going?
Father: To Home. Why?
Rakesh: Then why did you take ticket to Dindigul instead of Theni?
Father: Oh dear, Our home is in Dindigul now.
Rakesh: Where is brother?(He was studying in Theni)
Father: He is in Theni. Hereafter he will not come to our home. He is going to be with your grandparents.
Rakesh: Why? why did you leave him?
Father: (some bad words...) They made it all happen.
Rakesh: Who?
Father: Your grandparents(mother's father & mother) & your relatives ( related to his mother )
Rakesh: Why?
Father: They want one of you to be with them. Thats why? Ok. Do you love me?
Rakesh: Ya. I love you so much.
Father: Then you should never think or talk about them any more.
Rakesh: Ok. Thats why you left me in hostel?
Father: :-( [no answer]
Can you get the point why I had mentioned him as a brilliant boy. He was so flexible.
As they went close to their home, his father stopped him & said :
Father: Dear, There is a new lady in our home. You can call her as mother.
Rakesh: Who is she?
Father: Never ask her like this. She is going to be your mother.
Rakesh: ok. :-s [completely confused]
That was actually a great surprise for him. Every one was new. He knew nobody there. His father introduced Rakesh to every one. A lady came near him and his father introduced her to Rakesh as his new mother. There was an interesting conversation:
Newface: How will you call me?
Rakesh: ...[ He had no words to say. Just stared.]
Father: Say mother..
Rakesh: Chithi..[ silence ]
Now his father had no words to say. Just stared. His step-mother was too young. So she might not have expected him to call her as mother.

Thus he was into his second world - with so many new characters into his life. He was not in touch with his brother & his grandparents. There was so many changes with his father's behaviour. He was like a dictator. They were not dare enough even to scold Rakesh. His step-mother was a cool lady. She was not like the step-mothers shown in Indian cinema. She was polite and caring. That became his most memorable vacation.

He enjoyed his school days. He stood first in his class both in studies & sports.He was recognised as one of the best students of the school. Days passed. One bad day, he heard the death news of his Father. It seemed that now it was his turn to leave.... His mother left his father with two children. Now his father left his step-mother [she was too young to bear that] with another two children. Three days had passed already. No one came to take him to the funeral. Nobody was dare enough to face him then. That was the blackday in his life.

News reached the school Management. His school Correspondent was so Kind hearted. He helped him to continue his studies. Rakesh was already in his ninth standard. He accepted the loss as part of his life. Nothing stopped him from being recognised as the best student of the school. School became his world.

Then the next surprise happened. One day his brother along with his uncle came to the school.[ Where were they till now? ] They discussed with the management and they came to the conclusion that his brother will be his guardian & he would pay for his studies. So after a long gap, Rakesh entered back into his old world. Ya he was back into his old home. Now he was forced to forget those characters [ relatives of his step-mother ]. According to his grandparents, his step mother was responsible for all the trouble. But Rakesh knew a lot about his step-mother than his grandparents.He always felt pity for the young widow.

Rakesh accepted his life as it came. He was forced to different circumstances. He was able to manage that. He never got fixed to any incident. He Passed out of his school as one of the few best students it had ever had. So those were some of the interesting moments of his life. I tried to make it as short as I could. I had mentioned only those incidents which often strikes his mind. Ok. I'm stopping here. Have a great weekend. :-)

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2006-03-30T23:32:00.000+05:30

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Rakesh - My Hero

2006-03-23T23:59:00.000+05:30

Now i have an interesting topic for you all. The life of Rakesh, a childhood friend of mine ( kathai alla nijam). Its not going to be just a story, it is his flashback through me ( in autograph style as vicky said ). So you may be clear that the content is not going to end here. There are so many posts yet to come, at the end of which you will understand why i call him my Hero. I will go with his childhood in this post. As i dont remember every incidents, i'll make it short.

Village is always a paradise to live in. Yes, Sadayalpatti is such a paradise, completely covered on four sides by green fields and coconut grooves. It's always amazing to watch the river passing through the paddy fields there. That was everyone's favourite spot in sadayalpatti. It's a beautiful & peaceful village, 10 km from Theni. A very old ( but huge ) banyan tree is the only identity to this village. This is the birth place of my hero.

His parents were overjoyed to know that their second child was also a boy. Their family was the happiest in the whole village. The younger Rakesh was the hero of his family. He was given priority & his wish was always fulfilled. He was the darling of his family. His childhood life was happy. Two years passed quitely. One day his mother fell ill. Rakesh had no idea about her illness. She was admitted atleast for a week in almost every hospital in Theni & Madurai. He was beside his mother always.

There was no improvement. Six months passed. The condition was getting worse everyday. I hope Rakesh was hardly 3 years, when one of his relative said that he was responsible for his mothers illness. They said that the illness was caused as his time of birth was not good. Then the worst day of his life arrived. Ya, his mother died. He was told that stomach pain, due to some wounds in her intestine was the cause of his mother's death ( poor boy, he came to know only a year before(2005) from his cousin sister that the actual cause of his mothers death was cancer.The worst part is, still most of his close relatives don't know this.)

My hero was not serious about the loss. He was busy playing there with his own group. Actually we can't expect him to be serious at that age. He was even able to bear the loss of his mother at that age, but was not clear about his relatives saying that he was the reason for his mothers death. Few heartlessly said that he should have died at birth so that his mother would have been alive. They should have known that their words were going to hurt the tender heart.

Now every neighbours loved him so much ( They felt pity for him). But there was no change in my Hero. He was as usual enjoying his moments as if he knew that there were so many miseries on his way & he was not going to be happy anymore.

As it's my time to take rest, I'll stop here. When you come here next, you will find Rakesh in his school..

my school in Kombai

2006-03-20T21:17:00.000+05:30

Childhood memories are always pleasant. Though i enjoyed my college days, my school days were more better. Hope atleast few will accept this ie., school life was better than college life. I was just pushed to write about my school in Kombai by this post. Kombai, a village with a beautiful surroundings. My school was in the outskirt of the village. Actually Kombai was around 40 kms from my home.

My father left me in hostel. I was unaware of the truth that its going to be my first home. As i say school, dont imagine a building with 2-3 blocks of multi storied building, every class with more than 100 students & with a big ground comprising a football & a basket ball court. My school actually had well spaced 4 blocks but not storied. We had a nice ground. Class rooms with less number of students ( so teachers would easily identify, if someone was hiding under the desk ).

I loved my school so much. So as 5 years passed i completed my third standard. When i was back to my school after the annual vacation, i found that my school name has been changed. Ya the school management has changed. Now the school management was a bit strict. Where ever we go, we have to be in queue & we must speak only in english ( but no one of us was interested in those rules. I felt the impact in one of the interview i faced recently ). Every one hated the rule makers ( another common behaviour ). There were many well wishers. One to spot is my warden. She is one among the few who shaped my life. So my lovely school life continued till the end of fifth standard. I was waiting for my father to take me home for the annual vacation. He never turned up. It was my warden who asked one of our school staff to take me to my home. Some how i reached my home to spend my summer vacation.

My father took me back to school after my vacation. Unusually he spent a long time with me on that day. I loved my father so much. That was the last day i spent with my father. Ya he never turned up to see me again. I missed & still miss him so much. so at the end of my sixth standard, there was no one left in the hostel. Those were my lonely days. My Warden was the one who took care of me then. My school correspondent became my guardian. They were not eager to send me home as i was clueless about my father. I was roaming around the school when my mentor informed me that we were going to Theni ( Main branch of our school ). That marked the end of my days in kombai( may, 1994 ). ya that was my last day in Kombai:-(.

The man behind this post: It was my friend vicky who made fun by saying " people from your area too are blogging ..hahahaha...." (As Kombai comes around Theni). His kidding has left me here..Thanks da Vicky.

Just a starter

2006-03-19T00:00:00.000+05:30

Hai, At last i decided to go with blogspot. Its not going to be something different, but something interesting(hope so?). Just add this as another spot to relax & have fun. Meet you with something interesting..........