Today we (blogging friends at Write Tribe) decided to jot down our Earliest
memories in our Blogs. I was tagged by Jyothi ...
So here goes a very small incident from my wonder years...
I was around 4 years and was studying in KG-1 in a school
in UAE. I remember having two boys as my friends, wonder why I don't remember
having any girls in my friend list until I got back to Kerala. Anyways, back to
KG days. In class I sit in between these two guys and us three used to blabber
all throughout the class. Been good children in spite of our tongues we were
spared by most of the teachers until a North Indian teacher joined the school.
I don't remember her name or details except she lacked that warmth of a teacher.
So one day she comes to class and saw us indulged in our
own world. She gave us a warning and we did keep quiet until she finished the
lessons. Again we started. Warning turned to changing places. But nothing could
keep me from my friends. Seeing all this and the disobedient me, teacher lost
her temper and slapped me on my face. Been the youngest and most pampered
child, I was too shocked and stubborn even to cry. And when Mom came to pick me
my cheeks told her the story even before I did. And even before I knew it,
Principal changed my class. Even thou I was sad to leave my friends begin I was
happy to go from her class.
I don’t even remember whether the slap caused me any pain
or not. But I do remember how my Mom made sure that I was not put in her class
again and also scolding me for making the teacher angry.
I remember how the kids and children welcomed me into their
midst with such of warmth.
I remember how my boy-friends used to meet me religiously
at all intervals.
And the best one was, I never felt bad or had any grudges against my teacher, I was all smiles very soon. But if that happened now, I could have made quite an hungama ... cos, as I grew up the innocence of childhood just washed off...
But now, as I write this, I can fully understand why that
teacher of mine lost her temper.... even as an adult, I can't tolerate myself,
so at that age I would have been the worse... and my poor teacher must have
been really frustrated with all my drama.... ;)
..... Now I'm tagging Kathy Combs. And off to
travel along with her down her memory lane.
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This post was a group effort of the Ladies from Write Tribe. All started when Vidya Sury asked us to share our favorite photo in our FB group. And now 20 ladies shared their Earliest Memory in a single day. Thanks to Corinne and Shilpa for sorting it all out. :)
And here goes a journey down the memory lane of many Lovely Ladies :)
- Suzy Que - Someday Somewhere
- Psych Babbler – Over Cups of Coffee
- Vidya Sury – Coffee With Mi
- Tulika Singh – Obsessive Mom
- Shilpa Garg – A Rose Is A Rose Is A Rose
- Richa Singh – The Philosopher’s Stone
- Meena Menon – Meena’s Space
- Bhavya Nandakumar – Ishithaa
- Kalpana Solsi – Gemini In The Sky
- Kajal Kapur – Rainbow Hues
- Geeta Nair – Fabric of Life
- Corinne Rodrigues – Everyday Gyaan
- Maggie Lawate – 2 AM Writer
- Shiva Kapoor – Where The Mind Is Without Fear
- Aditi Kaushiva – Life Is A Journey – Make It BeaYoutiful
- Jyothi Nair – Jyothi’s Day Out
- Sheetal Susan – Scribblings
- Kathy Combs – The Giggling Trucker’s Wife Writes
- Pixie – Pixie’s Take On Everything
- Sulekha Rawat – Memoirs
How awful of that teacher to slap your face!! I am so glad your class was changed so you didn't have to deal with her again. ♥
ReplyDeleteMe too Kathy.... but I was naughty too... ;)
DeleteNo one has the right to slap a child like that. Here in NZ it is a criminal offence to slap even your own children. People so often forget that a little kindness goes a long way.
ReplyDeleteHere in Middle East and even in Kerala also its a crime.... but after the initial reaction we kind of forgot everything...
DeleteOmg slapping is so not done. Changing places is as far as it should go. But kids really do forget.. That's the best thing about childhood.
ReplyDeleteVery true... wish we had the forget-fulness now..
Deleteso i was believing that i was only blogger to get slapped .. in childhood .. felt great to not be alone :P ...
ReplyDeleteU tooo....??? Why m feeling so reveled?? :P
DeleteGod, you are hilarious Sheethal. I cant stop laughing @ "even as an adult, I can't tolerate myself, so at that age I would have been the worse".
ReplyDeleteHow cute your boyfriends were!! Such a fab trip down the memory lane! :) ♥
Seriously Shilpa, at times I, myself get under my nerves :P
DeleteSorry...but don't agree with the slapping/hitting no matter how naughty kids are....changing your place was probably the right thing, but yeah, that doesn't stop us, does it? Have had that tried on me several times to no avail. :P
ReplyDeleteIt's nice to have such supportive parents though... :)
All through out school days, my mom had to hear this talkative complaint about me... ::D
DeleteWhat a beautiful memory and how awful for the teacher to have behaved that wy...I don't remember getting slapped by a teacher as such, thought I did get whipped by a rule when I was in Grade 2 because I spoilt her piano...well, that was then...
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I loved your story and what you learnt from it!
That was the first and last severe punishment from a teacher.... :)
DeleteOuch! That's not a very pleasant memory is it? More than the slap it's the humiliation that always remains. :(
ReplyDeleteBut at that age, I didn't even know something like humiliation existed ... Thank God for that! :)
DeleteI too was slapped (pretty hard) on my cheeks for some petty mischief. And as Corinne has rightly said the public humiliation hurts more than the physical pain.
ReplyDeleteSee, I got company.... :P
DeleteThat is bad! I remember an Arabic Teacher in grade one, who used to hit our little hands with a ruler with a metal blade on one side. She was too scary. :(
ReplyDeleteTeachers can be soo scary at times, na..??
DeleteFriends are what make life worth it! My teachers always had an issue with me talking, they were tired of punishing me, I wasn't even remotely tired of being punished! :D
ReplyDeleteMe too.... Teachers used to literally plead to me, to shut my mouth ;)
DeleteBeating from a teacher...ouch i've had my share of getting canned! But a slap is mean! Parents always will be by our side hon...loved this memory of yours and what u learnt from it!
ReplyDeleteFor everything that happens, there's something to learn from that :)
DeleteAck. Sheethal, she was high handed! Thanks for sharing this early memory with us!
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading Michelle :)
DeleteWell slap part is of course heartful but what you learnt out of it a very valuable lesson. Parents may look devilish but they stick around and so do good friends..
ReplyDeleteRicha
Kudos to all parents and to good friends :)
Deleteso u were chattambi rt then huh... BFs n all :-P
ReplyDeleteI think so :P ....
Delete"Chattambi" that certainly suits you. Not a pleasan memory but then as you said childhood has it's advantages.You tend to forgive and forget easily.
ReplyDeleteChattambi?? You too, nooo... Geeta ;)
DeleteEven I was slapped once in the class and I agree with Corinne more than the pain it is the humiliation that hurts... no matter wat the reason is hitting can never be the answer
ReplyDeleteI'm gald it happened in that small age, or else I would have taken it very hard :)
DeleteI am glad you forgave that teacher and empathise with her now... but slapping is too much yaar!
ReplyDeleteYou never had girl friends until a certain age huh?! So much like someone else I know ;)
Now when I try to remember about my girlfriends, I seriously can't remember anyone unless I started schooling in a Girls' School!! :D
DeleteOhh my God I don't think teachers should ever raise their hands, voice definitely but not hands...
ReplyDeleteAwww!! You poor little kiddo! A slap at such a tender age! Grrrr!!
ReplyDeleteI'm glad your mum made you change your class! Hugs! :)