I dont remember much about this period of my life. But yes, there are some faded memories about my days in Delhi. My dad was posted at New Delhi in the IB headquarters and he took me and my mother there in 1982. I was just 4 years old. We were staying at RK Puram, Sector 7 in a rented house. I still remember the children of Arora Uncle (Our landlord), Nithin & Deepak. Nithin was of my age and Deepak was the younger one....Nithin was the one who taught me Hindi and I still remember the first Hindi word i learned..Patha (Leaf)..I dont remember why this word came in our discussion..I still remember, i use to speak in malayalam to him and he in hindi..there were no translators between us..but we use to understand each other..mostly through hand language..:-)
I joined school in 1983 in Kerala School. Got very fade memories about the school but i still remember, it was a very small school. Heard that its a very big school in Delhi these days..I joined in UKG...completed 1st standard from there..
I still remember when i participated for the Annual Function in the Action Song event and how i forgot the lines but still managed it..that was my first exposure to stage..
In 1984 i had gone for the Republic Day parade with my Dad..and that was the best experience of my life..and the most tragic thing also happened in 1984..Indira Gandhi was assasinated..We were staying in a colony which was dominated by Sikhs..i still remember when i saw in the morning the two houses in front of us which were put on flames by the extermists..the entire shikh family were killed..the sikh uncle who were staying next to us were underground for so many days..i dont even remember when i saw them back in their house..They use to come to house to eat Idli and sambar..Sikh uncle use to drink 2-3 glasses of sambar and mom use to make faces at dad for calling him to home..
How can i forget my first girl friend..(not writing her name)...she was with me in school and our families were very close..and are still close..how much we cried when dad was transferred to Kerala in 1985..
Dad got transferred to Kerala in 1985...I still remember how much me and mom wanted to stay back in Delhi..We never wanted to come back to Kerala but Dad was so adamant to come back...
Wish we had stayed back in Delhi...!!!
I joined school in 1983 in Kerala School. Got very fade memories about the school but i still remember, it was a very small school. Heard that its a very big school in Delhi these days..I joined in UKG...completed 1st standard from there..
I still remember when i participated for the Annual Function in the Action Song event and how i forgot the lines but still managed it..that was my first exposure to stage..
In 1984 i had gone for the Republic Day parade with my Dad..and that was the best experience of my life..and the most tragic thing also happened in 1984..Indira Gandhi was assasinated..We were staying in a colony which was dominated by Sikhs..i still remember when i saw in the morning the two houses in front of us which were put on flames by the extermists..the entire shikh family were killed..the sikh uncle who were staying next to us were underground for so many days..i dont even remember when i saw them back in their house..They use to come to house to eat Idli and sambar..Sikh uncle use to drink 2-3 glasses of sambar and mom use to make faces at dad for calling him to home..
How can i forget my first girl friend..(not writing her name)...she was with me in school and our families were very close..and are still close..how much we cried when dad was transferred to Kerala in 1985..
Dad got transferred to Kerala in 1985...I still remember how much me and mom wanted to stay back in Delhi..We never wanted to come back to Kerala but Dad was so adamant to come back...
Wish we had stayed back in Delhi...!!!
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