Chapter 2: Living in wide angles, The watching years.
Live Observe Grow
Eyes wide open, I grew up
naked, down the earth
smelling soil and mud
hoping bright, oiled head to toe
bald kid turned 2 foot 4'
can’t count the places
he saw around
but remember the faces
as they live around.
This chapter is interesting for 2 reasons. First, there are many tales to tell. Second, i have only heard of them majorly. It's like this part of my life is not relevant enough to remember.
This chapter involves my various schools, my first-ever report card that i remember, monkey man around the house, tense holidays, A fruitful school, Memories of that school, memories of classmates around that, A chance encounter and my first-ever Beyblade wish.
Before i start want to predict anything?
Like if the magician is involved? Any crime thriller? Friends fight? or “KKHH”.
I wish, I dream, i believe this is how my life has been like.
And I wished for a magic pencil and a backup of Beyblades when i was a little kid in my village to one of my great-grandmas. Guess what, I did win a prize in a festival where my dad used to work earlier, A full heavy metallic Beyblade with a heavy launcher as well, with so many cool stickers.
#1 that Beyblades never lived to tell a tale as their blades were cut off for hurting a big sister next door, with my consent.
I was in School No. 2, where I wept in front of the whole school while half naked. I became a weeping Mahatama G, for the last time i wore a dhoti.
#2 This won’t be last time you see my crying. I think i have cried so much as a kid that now these ducts have gone empty.
That's also the only memory i have of that school.
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School no. 1 I remember because of a teacher who used to give me candies. During these school years, there were mysterious rumours about Monkey Man, who basically does something to kids, and well, one of the mysteries i learnt about dreams was then only, i confronted that Monkey Man in my dream and i wasn’t able to raise my voice at all to call for help, nor was there a clock to see the time.
I can ask ai to imagine me and can share those images with you but the lazy me won’t be willing today.
#3 I spent my holidays learning grammar and tense, although i learnt while i was crying but it was best holidays i think. Now even if i try to learn something i forget it if i don’t use it, although i am also making tons of mistakes here but without tenses, it could have been a very different way of life that i am living, which i can’t think of.
“Big three”
What comes to your mind when you read that phrase?
Nowadays, it’s related to Naruto — One Piece — Bleach.
but as a kid it was Bhrama Vishnu Mahesh!
The big guys i read while growing.
So was my School short form not the BVM you think of.
Original name was cool too- Bhartiya Vidya Mandir.
I think volunteering or doing something for a cause for me as a belief might had started here.
Will share the stories around this school in next story.
But this is a story of my life and I hope you continue to stay in touch.
Au revoir
