This blog is an attempt to share with others the Prasad I know. I am sharing only shareable memories of my life! I would simplify the narration instead of burdening people to remember names and relations, thereby being safe also.
I was born on 23rd July 1985 at Nagerkovil. Nagerkovil is a place in Tamilnadu, one of the southern most states of India. My birth alone was there in Nagerkovil. I do not share any other significant bond with Nagerkovil. I was slightly above normal weight at the time of birth.
17 years of my childhood I spent in Tirunelveli. I was brought up by a lot of people. Our family is big and in those days after my birth my parents, grand-parents, great-grand mother, my two uncles(my dad's younger brothers), one with his wife used to live in the same house. We lived in a house on the main road. Our house had a ground floor and a first floor. It was a rented house and the owner of the house is one of our very close relatives(like an elder brother to my dad) who stays in a street parallel to ours. My dad's sister used to stay in the street parallel to ours. From the backyard of our house we can reach the backyard of her house and our elder uncle(our house owner) stayed in a house opposite to that of hers.
I was less than a year old when the following happened. One night I had cried to the peak of my voice. I used to cry around midnight and my mother would give some infant food drink and the bottle would be finished by me in a few mins and thrown away. That night my mother thought that it was the same and she had come with a feeding bottle. I had not stopped crying that night. People were worried that some insect had bitten and thought that was why I was crying. So immediately they had taken to me to our family doctor. The doctor was the right person and he did find the correct reason as to why I was crying. There was some fluid coming out of my ear and they immediately took me to a nursing home at around 2 am. I was medicated properly and I have fairly good audibility till date. However, my ears are one of my weak spots and I hated people touching my ears till my high school days.
The above was one of the incidences people used to discuss very frequently and almost all the following incidences are not from my memory but from the narration of the people who had grown me up.
I was quite fast in learning things in my infancy. I stood up and used to walk even before when I completed 1 year. I never had had a childish accent. I had been able to pronounce "KA", "RA" (the indian way of pronouncing "RA") even in my very young ages. My uncle's wife used to give me lunch as both my parents were employed. I used to run to my aunt's house behind ours and make her run after me to feed me. One day, as usual when she was chasing me to feed me, I had stopped in the garden in our backyard and threw a big piece of a brick at her and people say that she was wounded!! Was I that strong when I was a year old?
I was very agile and used to run through all the places in all the three houses(ours, my aunt's and my elder uncle's). I was 2-3 years old when the following happened. In my aunt's house, I used to play cricket with my aunt's son in the first floor. On the day of this anecdote, we had played for long and we were getting down for lunch. My aunt's mother-in-law had her head shaved that day and was seated in the staircase. I asked her to give way for me to get down. I remember she had some hearing problems. Whether she heard me or not, I do not remember, but the fact is that she did not give me way that day. So what happened next? I had a cricket bat in my hand. It was not a plastic bat but a bat with the famous brand Sunridges written on it! BANG!! Blood started pouring from her head and Prasad was nowhere in the spot after seconds of her scream. Poor old lady but she survived the hit thankfully.
I used to play with my elder aunty in their backyard. There is a well in their backyard which serves them water till date. This well situated in the river bed of Thamirabarani has had water all round the year for several years. The people then in this house were my grandmother's sister, her husband and their two sons(my elder uncles) and daughters in law(elder aunties). I spent time almost equally in all these three houses. My grandma's sister was drawing water from the well that day. It was around noon when she was drawing water and she saw something glittering in the sunlight in the well. She managed to take that object and found that it was a tumbler. That day all the inmates of the house worked for hours and found several utensils from the well. They are not treasures but they were all their own vessels with their initials in them. So the obvious answer as how they went to the well is me. I had been dropping all these into the well unnoticed.
This was me during my pre-school days. I was a kid whom everyone loved and feared. I was scared of one person, an old person who used to roll in the streets begging for alms shouting the name of the lord Govinda. On hearing his voice I used to run from wherever I was to my grandma and close my ears. Apart from this, I have hit people, made people run behind me, thrown stones, bit some noses, carried a fully grown pussy cat which people were so afraid of etc..
These are some memorable anecdotes of my pre-school days which people have told me. In my next blog, I would continue with my school day memories.
I was born on 23rd July 1985 at Nagerkovil. Nagerkovil is a place in Tamilnadu, one of the southern most states of India. My birth alone was there in Nagerkovil. I do not share any other significant bond with Nagerkovil. I was slightly above normal weight at the time of birth.
17 years of my childhood I spent in Tirunelveli. I was brought up by a lot of people. Our family is big and in those days after my birth my parents, grand-parents, great-grand mother, my two uncles(my dad's younger brothers), one with his wife used to live in the same house. We lived in a house on the main road. Our house had a ground floor and a first floor. It was a rented house and the owner of the house is one of our very close relatives(like an elder brother to my dad) who stays in a street parallel to ours. My dad's sister used to stay in the street parallel to ours. From the backyard of our house we can reach the backyard of her house and our elder uncle(our house owner) stayed in a house opposite to that of hers.
I was less than a year old when the following happened. One night I had cried to the peak of my voice. I used to cry around midnight and my mother would give some infant food drink and the bottle would be finished by me in a few mins and thrown away. That night my mother thought that it was the same and she had come with a feeding bottle. I had not stopped crying that night. People were worried that some insect had bitten and thought that was why I was crying. So immediately they had taken to me to our family doctor. The doctor was the right person and he did find the correct reason as to why I was crying. There was some fluid coming out of my ear and they immediately took me to a nursing home at around 2 am. I was medicated properly and I have fairly good audibility till date. However, my ears are one of my weak spots and I hated people touching my ears till my high school days.
The above was one of the incidences people used to discuss very frequently and almost all the following incidences are not from my memory but from the narration of the people who had grown me up.
I was quite fast in learning things in my infancy. I stood up and used to walk even before when I completed 1 year. I never had had a childish accent. I had been able to pronounce "KA", "RA" (the indian way of pronouncing "RA") even in my very young ages. My uncle's wife used to give me lunch as both my parents were employed. I used to run to my aunt's house behind ours and make her run after me to feed me. One day, as usual when she was chasing me to feed me, I had stopped in the garden in our backyard and threw a big piece of a brick at her and people say that she was wounded!! Was I that strong when I was a year old?
I was very agile and used to run through all the places in all the three houses(ours, my aunt's and my elder uncle's). I was 2-3 years old when the following happened. In my aunt's house, I used to play cricket with my aunt's son in the first floor. On the day of this anecdote, we had played for long and we were getting down for lunch. My aunt's mother-in-law had her head shaved that day and was seated in the staircase. I asked her to give way for me to get down. I remember she had some hearing problems. Whether she heard me or not, I do not remember, but the fact is that she did not give me way that day. So what happened next? I had a cricket bat in my hand. It was not a plastic bat but a bat with the famous brand Sunridges written on it! BANG!! Blood started pouring from her head and Prasad was nowhere in the spot after seconds of her scream. Poor old lady but she survived the hit thankfully.
I used to play with my elder aunty in their backyard. There is a well in their backyard which serves them water till date. This well situated in the river bed of Thamirabarani has had water all round the year for several years. The people then in this house were my grandmother's sister, her husband and their two sons(my elder uncles) and daughters in law(elder aunties). I spent time almost equally in all these three houses. My grandma's sister was drawing water from the well that day. It was around noon when she was drawing water and she saw something glittering in the sunlight in the well. She managed to take that object and found that it was a tumbler. That day all the inmates of the house worked for hours and found several utensils from the well. They are not treasures but they were all their own vessels with their initials in them. So the obvious answer as how they went to the well is me. I had been dropping all these into the well unnoticed.
This was me during my pre-school days. I was a kid whom everyone loved and feared. I was scared of one person, an old person who used to roll in the streets begging for alms shouting the name of the lord Govinda. On hearing his voice I used to run from wherever I was to my grandma and close my ears. Apart from this, I have hit people, made people run behind me, thrown stones, bit some noses, carried a fully grown pussy cat which people were so afraid of etc..
These are some memorable anecdotes of my pre-school days which people have told me. In my next blog, I would continue with my school day memories.
4 comments:
Nice simple enjoyable narration! The fots are very cute :)
Enjoyable - I liked that word!! But I am not able to read completely whatever I have written. I have been and am continuing to be a poor reader. :(
u must ve been a really annoyin darling 2 all ur family members..apple of their eyes..really cute fotos...is dat u?
ya all the photos are mine!! Me during my infancy :)
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