Joblessness makes me do weird and needless things. Today, I scanned all the old photo albums.
Most of my childhood pictures were in a pathetic condition. There were only very few good ones. One among them was this. A birthday celebration when I was in 4th standard. Later on, when I started to stay in a hostel, after my 10th standard, I wouldn't even remember my birthday, unless my mother called and reminded me in the morning.
The pictures made me think about my childhood. I was the most troublesome kid around!
I still remember my first few days in school. I refused to obey the teacher, and ran out of the class several times. My parents had to request the teacher, not to compel me to read or write. As a result, I learned to read and write, very late.
The pediatrician who used to treat me during those days, had warned my parents that it was quite probable that I would end up being a criminal or an anti social element. The nurse in that clinic used to have very tough times, trying to give me an injection.
I can remember all that, but can't really figure out the way in which I used to think.
My parents had tough times, too, bringing up a maniac like me. But, I grew up to be a very soft spoken and reserved person. My mother tells me that it's her prayers that have done this. In that case, there has been an overdoing of it, I suspect, because I am a little too much reserved now.
