13.0 Bus Memories. Breath Well & Travel By Bus With Crazy Nuts.

It was a good experience for us to traveling by bus on school days. We used to share our thoughts, stories and day to day experiences with each other during this journey. Most of the times we had many reasons to laugh for small things. We noticed some boys who were on the bus halts and gave nicknames to them even though they did not know anything. One boy's nickname was 'Rose' and, we gave that name because of his girly look. We enjoyed the environment as well. The green mountains, sunset, and small waterfalls made a good environment for our bus journey. 

As the next, I thought to write some stories about Buses. There are many to write as the bus was my main traveling method. If there are many, I thought to write this as two stories. It depends on the number of stories and, I think all will be remembered when I’m writing.

This incident happened when I was a little one and when traveling somewhere with my mother. If I tell the truth to you, it was an embarrassing moment for others. But it was a good thing I did, even it made an uncomfortable environment for others. On that day we got on to a bus and, that bus parked on the bus stand. Once we got on to the bus, there were a few people. Among them, there were two young fellows next to our seat. So, after a while, they started to drink cigarettes. There were some others as well. Government buses put a notice stating that ‘Smoking is not allowed’ and, I saw this notice written in big red letters. When I saw this, I could not figure out why they were smoking on the bus. So, I asked my mother, “Why do they smoke cigarettes, when it is prohibited to do on the bus?”. You know that volume is not small even I was a small one. 

So, everyone could hear me including those two young men as well. I think my mother was the one who embarrassed a lot among all of them. Therefore, my mother tried to shut my mouth and, said something. As her response was not enough for me, I kept on asking the same thing again and again. So, those two could not continue their job anymore and, they threw their cigarettes away. After that, they got down from the bus. Or else they went to find out a peaceful place to smoke cigarettes. However, it was kind of a bravery story to my mother and, she used to tell everyone for a couple of days. 

Those days, the bus was not a regular transport method and I had to go by bus very rarely. We lived near our school and, that was the main reason. When I was going by bus, I saw some school children were going by bus, by eating some junk food and peanuts. 

So, I also had a dream to go to school by bus like them. Later on, it was not a dream anymore and, I could go by bus when I was in grade seven. But I could not enjoy junk food with my friends as there was a small distance from our home to school. There were two kilometers and, it took about a few minutes. As well as it was not a nice thing as I thought. So, this happened when I was coming back home from school. There was a bus on our school bus halt and, I got onto the bus. After a few minutes, a crowd got onto the bus and, then it was full of some weird students. 

Though there were many on the bus, it stopped for another few minutes to load some more. However, that is the normal situation here and, the conditions of our public transport is not good today as well. If you are not Asian, you will not get this experience. It’s a terrible experience and, most of the bus drivers and conductors tried to load as much as possible to earn more without thinking about people. As well as it’s a normal condition of our people as well, they also get into the crowded buses.

So, within a few minutes, there were many more on the bus and, no one could move a bit even. Then I could not breathe and, I felt that my heart was getting locked. I thought that I would die. It scared me a lot and, I wanted to get down immediately. But, how? I could not move and, I wanted to scream and cry.  

So, after a few bus halts, there was a town and that bus parked there for another few more minutes to load some people. At that time a few of them got down and, I also got down from the bus even though it's not my destination. It was a big relief for me and then only I could breathe comfortably. There were no more death signals. Those days, that place we lived in and school were new for me. But it was not a big issue, as one of my friends also got down from the bus as she saw this incident. 

After that, I used to go by buses which do not have much crowd. I did not want to sit. But I wanted to be in a comfortable way. So, I waited for a suitable bus even though it took a reasonable time and, sometimes this habit made delays in my journeys. As well as it took a reasonable time to go to school even though there was a small distance from home to school. My practice did not change in any urgent situation. Those days I thought that I could not get down from the place that I wanted by going by crowded buses. Still, I have this habit and don’t like to go by crowded buses even though I had to go for an urgent thing. 

So, it took some time to reduce my fear and used to go by bus. Later on, it was an enjoyable thing with the union of friends. In those days, we went to the tuition classes on Saturdays and Sundays. Most of the students used to bring books without a bag and, they kept it in their hands as there were a few books. So, I also wanted to follow up their way and, I also did not use my bag when I was going for tuition classes. But my parents did not like it as they felt that I would fall down on the bus. 

One day I fell down on the bus. The books I kept in my hand were in every nook and corner of the bus. Others helped me to find out those and, it embarrassed me a lot. There were few wounds in my legs and hands. After that, I obeyed my parents and brought all the stuff using a bag. One of the planes that had a name like 'Antonov' fell down those days and, my friends used this as an example to explain the way I fell down on the bus. It was a fun topic for them for a couple of days.

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12.0 It's All About Painful Thoughts - Pet Fish .

To become a proud owner of a fish tank with various and colorful fish was one of my dreams. I had to face for memorable incidents to maintain my hobby. However, I lost my interest also due to some of the incidents.

As a hobby, I wanted to maintain a fish tank in my childhood. I thought that it was necessary to bring a fish tank, but my parents did not like it. They said that it’s not an easy task as it takes an additional effort to clean and, need to keep away from our cats. But I said that I wanted some small fish called ‘Guppy’ to be placed even in a small pot. But they did not agree to bring a fish tank and, they were in the same beliefs.

But somehow, I thought to bring some colorful fish to keep in a fish tank and be the owner of a fish tank. It was a dream for me. That’s why I told my idea to school friends. Then one of my friends said that she could bring some from her fish tank and, she said that she has some colorful fish. I was very happy. So, once I came home, I searched for a suitable jar to keep my pets and, I could find out a small pot. Though there were some big pots, I could not take them as my mother was using them for cooking. She planted some flowers in old pots. 

So, that friend lived near our school. One day she agreed with me to bring them after school and, I waited for her. After a few minutes, she came with my dream and, I was so cheerful as I have been waiting for this moment for a long time ago. 

So, after that, I had to spend some more time to find out a bus with less crowd to bring my pets home safely. Anyhow, my dream fulfilled. I could bring them home safely and, as the first thing, I put them into the pot carefully. My friend gave some hydrilla plants with fish and, because of her kind donation, now my fish pot looks more colorful. It consists of different colors like red, orange, yellow, blue and green. But there were few drawbacks. One thing was, the fish are in a pot, not in a tank. We could not see them from outside as that pot was not transparent as glass. The way of using their small, colorful tails to swim could not see via this pot. As well as I thought they are not comfortable with my accommodation. But there was no clue for a fish tank as others did not like this job.

However, I was happy that my idea has gone well. My main task was to look at my pets as soon as I got up early morning, returned home from school, and before going to bed. 

My friend also regularly asked about the status of my pets. She was the one who taught me to feed them and, I followed up her instructions accurately. But one day I saw some of the dead bodies of fish ‘Sari Gappi’ and, they were floating on the water. It shocked me and, it was an unexpected situation for me. So, I could not imagine that the mistake I have done for their deaths. Sometimes it could be a problem in the pot. Then I told this problem to my friend and, she asked me to put some cubes of salt into the fish tank. But after a few days, I saw a few more have died and floated in the water. As I could not throw them away, I dug a small hole in the yard and kept them.   

     

So, after that, I kept on asking for a new fish tank and, I told that I wanted to keep others alive. I could remember that I troubled a lot for my parents. Then my father brought a small fish tank. After that, I prepared that tank by keeping the tank in salt water for a day to avoid any more deaths. Now, that problem was over and, I felt that my pets are happy now.  As there were a few more left, I talked to my friend and asked whether she can give new fish for my new tank. She liked to give some fish without any hesitation and, she also worried about the loss of my innocent pets. As well as she said that the same pathetic incident won’t happen as now, they are in a suitable place to live. So, this time my friend asked me to come to her home to bring the fish. I agreed with her, but I did not tell my parents. I knew their decision and planned to go there without their permission. 

On that day I went with her after school. We ran from the very beginning as my parents used to find me if I got late. We ran with our maximum effort. I thought that I could run if I did not have a big bag and a bottle. But I had to run with all those stuff. After a few miles, I fell down by hitting something in the road. 

There were few wounds in both my arms and legs as I fell down on a Tar road. It was the main road. There were some wounds in my legs and arms and, all were very painful. That weird and horrible look could make two of us mad. I did not cry because of too much fear and, my friend was so silent at that time. There was a house near that place and, an aunt and a small girl saw this incident. At the same time, that aunt tried to put some medicine into my wounds by looking at wounded legs and arms. My school uniform also got damaged. But I was afraid to put medicine as my parents were not there. And I knew how hard to bear up the pain of medicine. So, that aunt gave some cotton and, I kept on the wounds. It helped me to reduce the pain a bit at that moment and hide the blood. My friend was so scared and, she said that she could drop me on a bus. So, she waited with me for a bus. Meanwhile, we saw that my friend’s mother was coming to us as she was late.

Even we ran to reduce the delay as much as possible, now almost one hour was over. My main concern was how to answer the questions once I returned home and, it was more painful than my wounds. I knew that I may have to answer lots of questions. I was thinking about all those and reached home.  

Once I went home, my mother afraid a lot and my father was not at home at that time. I said that I fell down on the school ground when I was playing with some friends. Then it was the time to do the scariest task and, my mother was ready to put some medicine for my wounds. The cotton has stuck to the wounds with blood and, it was not an easy task to remove back. That was the worst wound that I have ever faced. Who knows these things before?. I could not bear up the pain once my mother was cleaning my wounds. It hurt me a lot and, it was painful like nothing. At that time I experienced the most painful moment as a child. As I have screamed a lot, one of the grannies in our neighborhood came to see what was happening in our home. I saw tears in her eyes too by looking at me. When my mother was putting medicine to my wounds, it made me crazy and, I screamed a lot. She told me that she would like to put more medicine than this stuff if I come across similar situations in the future. Later on, she cleaned my wounds when I was bathing and blamed me by reminding the silly things I did. So, I was like a beggar who has covered legs and arms with wounds. There were tears in my eyes for a few days because of the pain in both of my body and heart. 

Everyone asked what happened to me and for everyone, I said that I fell down on the ground. A few days later, my sister asked, 'You are lying. Right... She said that one of her friends told her that one girl fell down in front of their house and, that girl had a water bottle like a drum. 

Additionally, she said that her mother gave cotton for wounds. So, the water bottle was the suspicious thing for my sister and, that’s why she knew that I was lying. So, I got to know that the small girl was a friend of our satellite sister. However, I kept on telling that I fell down on the ground and, asked her to stop saying nonsense. But she did not accept and used to ask the same thing again and again for a couple of days.

After that, I lost my interest in my hobby. Even though my friend asked to bring some fish, I told that I don’t want them now and postponed. After a few days, the few fish left behind also died. Therefore, I didn’t want them anymore as it brought some painful memories via dead fish and my wounds. 

Time went fast and, again I thought to bring some fish to my fish tank. This time no one rejected my idea and, at that time they knew that I could take responsibility. So, this time I bought a big fish tank and colorful fish from another place. That place was selling fish for money. I got to know about this place from my friend and, it was the place where she also used to buy fish. So, those days it was my pleasure and hobby to see the way of swimming colorful fish in my tank. I enjoyed their behavior a lot. I used to clean the fish tank and therefore, it does not make trouble for others. Anyway, I also did not let others clean the tank after I lost a few small fish once my father cleaned the tank. Mistakenly, some of them had gone once he threw away the water from the tank. Step by step I added some gadgets like water motor, swimmers and some plastic stuff with colorful stones to make my tank more beautiful. So, it was fun for me to decorate the fish tank.

One day we bought a fish called ‘Catfish’ once we four went out of the home. It was a kind of fish who was changing the size of the body, according to the nature of the environment. His pet name was ‘Cattah'. 

As an example, if they lived in a big tank or a pool, they would be big buddies more than a normal one. So, the color of this fish was dark ash and, there was a silver line in his stomach area. I think it added some value to his beauty. Even though we were about forty kilometers far away, I brought him home very carefully. My father asked whether I can bring him carefully because of this distance. I thought to bring him once I got the opportunity and, I did not like to miss it. So, I said yes and brought my new pet carefully even though it was a hard task with the support of my sister. Their behavior was mischievous when they got scared. So, he scared a few times and, we also got scared all the time with him. Once he came, he was our new pet and, he brightened the tank. He looked like a ship in the sea and was the biggest fish in our tank. Later on, he used to jump out of the tank and, that was the main problem we had with him. It was not an easy task to catch him back. Once he jumped out from the tank, only me or father could place him back. My sister or mother was not able to do that as they scared to touch his slimy body. So, I bought a new roof for my fish tank and put some weight on top of the roof to protect my pet.

The biggest challenge was to take him out when cleaning the tank. As a best practice, we kept our cat in a locked room before taking 'Cattah' from the fish tank. However, I needed someone else supports to take him out and put him back. So, after a couple of years, he became a big buddy and, our tank was not enough for him. Therefore, I had to think about another good place for his accommodation. So, we brought him to our father’s younger brother’s house and kept him in their pond as it was a big one where our pet could live comfortably. As well, I did not want to worry about his safety as it was our relatives' place and, I could see him anytime I want. Even though it made me a bit sad, I had to do that for the sake of his happiness. He lived for about ten years. So, after that, again, my interest went out and, I did not want to keep fish as my pets. Therefore, I brought the rest of the fish to the same pond and pulled out my fish tank.

Maybe you remember the image of salmon tin and, it was a fish. I always remembered my ‘Cattah, once I saw this image. So, this happened when I was eating salmon as well. 

Then I stopped eating salmon. However, at that time I stopped eating meat and was half-vegetarian.

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11.0 Progress Reports Of Einstein's Second Birth.

I received my first progress report in the last semester in grade one. It made me happy due to the appreciation of my father even though the results were not good. He encouraged me to do my next studies and, I did well as he thought. Always he was there with me for every success and failure chapter in my life. Even though the story is a funny one, this could bring tears to me when recalling these memories. My mother was proud of me in my successful events and was very silent in my failures. But my father encouraged me in failures by keeping his smile as usual. I love both of you.

There's a loving memory about a school progress report, which received the very first time when I was studying at grade one. When I was in the primary grades, my behavior was not good. It's not acceptable at all. Most of the time, I tried to stay on the outside. I think it happened because I did not have a yard to play at home at that time.

There was a rubber estate near the school ground and, I always thought there was something mysterious. Therefore, I always tried to find out a time and, go there with my few friends to do our own investigations. One day there was a woman who was working on that rubber estate and, she asked all of us to go by shouting us. But we never give up our job and continued the same routine as it is.

The other main bad habit was staying at school for a few hours to play with my friends without going home. So, the person who came to pick me had to find me all around the school and, it was not an easy task for them. They reported it to our class teacher once they could not find out me. Even though all have advised me from time to time, I did not listen to them. So, this was a problem for my parents and the class teacher.

One day there was a street drama on the road and, there was a huge crowd. I thought to tell this drama as the excuse for my delay. So, on that day I stayed at school for a long time more than the other days. The one who came to take me that day was unable to imagine where I was and, she went back home. At last, my mother came to take me. Still, I can remember the way she came to school with my sister and, at that time I was watching that street drama from school. So, I got punishments that day once I came back home.

In the school interval, we created our own short dramas and acted with friends. A few of my friends acted in these dramas and, I selected them as per my wish. I selected my close friends only though there was another set of colleagues who liked to join us for the drama. This was painful for some of them due to the rude way I followed for this selection. 


Even though there were no major incidents apart from these things, my discipline was not good at all especially when I was in grade one as I told you earlier. I used to stand on top of the desks and walk. It was my main hobby. As well, I addressed my classmates using nicknames and, it was not a good experience for some of them. So, for such things, a lot of my classmates have made complaints to our class teacher about me. The parents of those mates warned me. When my mother came to school for gatherings or any other thing, she had to listen to these things and, some of them made complaints. They asked my mother to punish me.

Finally, at the end of the semester in grade one, our class teacher gave our report cards and, I felt so happy even I didn’t have an idea about this book which has a few pages. I went to the home with this report and, I saw there were a few letters like ‘A, B and C’ for each subject. As I did not know the significance of these letters, I took this directly to my father. My father read my report and, there was a smile on his face as usual. Then he complimented me. I felt so glad for his compliments. Meantime, my father asked me to behave well in the classroom. As well as he asked me to study well in next year than this year. That's all about it. So, I was so happy as this small book could gain my father’s compliments. Later on, I understood actual results and, our teacher gave me ‘C’ for my discipline. It was the worst grade according to the evaluation scale. I was ashamed of myself at that time.

Later on, I thought how intelligent my father was as that compliment gave me energy, motivation, and self-confidence to go to my next steps. If he gave me bad comments, sometimes it would discourage and disappoint me.  

I think that should be the way. Most of the parents' behavior, cannot be accepted at all once their children could not go through the exams. Grade five exam is the best example of this situation. Sometimes some children fell down mentally without keeping any space to recover. No one can help after their death. Some small children suicided because of this depression and, then the whole story is over. Why? Because of the pressure they had from their parents to win the competition and pass the exam. Most of them could not bear up that depression as at that time they are about ten years old kids.

Basically, it’s not matching with their age. I cannot imagine the base of this exam when the pass mark is more than eighty for each subject. The other thing I think is these pressurized children are more selfish than the others when they became adults. I think it happened because of the competition they had to face in their kids' age. So, when they go to the society, they do not have a habit of helping others and, everything is a competition for them. They always tried to keep a few steps ahead than the others and, they never think about other’s wellness. However, this is my personal view and, sometimes you won’t agree with me.

The newcomers who came to work at the former office was a good example. From the very beginning itself, there was a competition among them and, no one would like to help with each other when necessary. What they wanted was, to climb up the ladder of the carrier by putting down the others. If we ask them to give a knowledge transfer or session, it was the worst thing for them and, one guy told me that he does not like to do that. All they are colleagues from their universities and used to have lunch and tea as friends. But that was the situation and, did not like to help even for a friend when there’s a need. I think that’s why that company directors used to give certifications as a compliment to employees who helped their colleagues. It was a good effort they have taken. I think, later on, our society will consist of such robotic people who cannot understand the pain of even loved ones.

So, if we go back to my story, I received my best progress report when I was in grade three. At that time, I could get the best grade for all the subjects I worked on. As I knew how to read the report, I directly went and told my results to parents. My parents were very happy for me and, it was an unmemorable moment for us. As gifts, I received a table, chair and table lamp to do my studies. Still, I’m using that table, even I have a different chair now.

After that, I received my next memorable report in grade eight. At that time, I was in the first four ranks in the class where there were about forty-five students. I didn’t go beyond the fourth rank in every semester exam. But in one semester I was twenty-second and felt like lost. It was a big shame to tell my parents as well. My parents got really upset even though it's not a surprise for me. My friends also asked what happened to me. One of our teachers said that there is no possibility to convert sweet into bitter things. She made that statement by thinking that I have changed because of the new companions I found in grade eight. But actually, it was not the problem and, I know how many novels I read the entire day without focusing on studies. However, some of my classmates who were always in thirty to forty rank were good buddies for me now as I was in their same boat. 

One day my father asked me to meet him and, I could imagine his topic before going there. As I knew it, I went to him like a cat. I think no one heard my footsteps. 

My father was sitting in the living room and, asked me to go near to the calendar. Even I knew the topic, at that time I could not think of his next steps. Then he asked, 'What was the rank of the previous year?. Then I said ‘Four. He asked, 'What is the rank of this year?. It was a big shame for me and, I murmured ‘Twenty-Two. Then he asked me to count the gap. It was a really messy and shame moment. I thought not to do this kind of bullshits again. I promised to myself. After that, my father did not say anything and, he asked me to keep that gap in mind. 

In those days I knew that how I was carelessly missed my studies to read novels and, it was an addictive hobby. Regularly I went to the library and, stayed there for a couple of hours. Apart from that, I brought one more book to read at home as well. One of my friends also got punishments when she was reading a book in the music period. We let others practice the song and, we read books. She was sitting in the front row and, music teacher hit her by throwing that book away. I heard that sound only and, till then I read my novel book. Then I hid my book and, concentrated on the music lesson. 

I think I received the worst progress report in grade eight. Later on, I did not spoil my studies and carried out considerably. 

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10.0 Nannies! We Made Them Crazy & Now They Are Horrible...

I think the nannies could make an impact on kids as they are the people who surrounded in kids for a whole day. As per the scientist view, the first five years of a child is the foundation for the rest of their life. The child used to capture everything as they do not have decision making power to make a choice. So, the family environment and family members should be good enough to offer the best to them. My grandfather always said that I had a good background during my childhood. Later on, I understood his view as an adult. However, I had both good and bad experiences with our nannies during my childhood. This story tells about them.

Time to time there were a few caretakers during our childhood to look after us as parents were not at home in the daytime. So, there was someone at our home until I turned around seven to eight-year-old. There were some ladies in different age groups. Some of them like our aunts while others were like our grannies. The one who mentioned as ‘Renuka’ in my previous article was such a lovely person. So, among them, there were a few who liked us well and, there were many who disliked us as we were not obedient kids.

I can tell you that this person rolled out many changes in our lives. However, we cannot directly point out their mistakes, when thinking about nasty behaviors we had as little ones. So, one nanny used to get my support for her work when my parents were not at home. She asked me to work on some tasks. I don’t know why I didn’t make any complaint against this situation which had been happening from a reasonable time. Sometimes that might be the skills of that person. 

She asked me to take the clothes from outside at rainy times and, asked me to hang them back when the rain was over. That was one main duty I had those days and, I obeyed with such advice well. As well as she asked me to clean the stuff once my sister finished playing. I had to keep the toys in order. Meantime I had to help for her love affair as well while doing these small jobs. It was like this. In those days our home was on a roadside and, that boy worked with some road renovations. He was a pleasant and fair boy who had curly hair. His smile also an attractive one. I think that smile made him more attractive and added value to him. As I remember, I saw this boy when we were flying kites via our window. When we were flying kites, our small kite fell down and, he helped us to get it back. On another day also, we saw him again when we play near that window. Now he became a friend and, always he offered his friendly smile for us even though he didn’t talk with us. So, one day I got another duty from my take carer and, she asked me to ask his name. I also did the job well without any hesitation and, it was a pleasure for me as well at that time.

However, now I do not remember what the name was but it was the first step of that love story, I think. That's what happened, of course. That's why we spent most of the time near the window by playing and flying kites as per our nanny’s wish. As we didn’t inform this to our mother, this went well without any hindrance. As little ones, we also did not see any specialty to tell my mother. However, this was not a secret anymore as my mother caught up when she was trying to exchange some letters.  Later on, I do not remember what had happened. But that incident was one of the best I can remember with our nannies stuff. 

Later on, there was a big mess because of that nanny and, it created further problems. 

As you know, we loved cats a lot. So, we always used to play with them and pet them when we were playing. But this person did not like cats and, she hated them. She did not want to see them with us. So, every time she tried to keep them away. In one day, this big riot happened once I fed the cats with some biscuits. As well as she complained that she had to clean all the stuff and, it's a never-ending job. Those were certain things she used to blame us. Parallel the never-ending ‘Meaww’ of our cat was a big headache for her. Our one also used to make the trouble even we fed many times. So, one day she tortured the cat and, said that she cannot bear up this trouble anymore. I also got angry by looking at our cat and, my limits were over at that time. As I could not bear up to it anymore, I also hit her and, both of us were very angry at that time. Suddenly, she took the cat and, threw away towards me saying 'Keep this bladdy shit with you. As per the nature of cats, he tried to hang in my body and then his sharp nails wounded me.

So, my sister hit her using the doll in her hand and, it made her angry a lot. When my parents came home, there was a big riot in the home. However, they could get to know some details from our neighbors even though they did not come to visit us when this was going on. Later on, I got to know that they revealed everything and, they told everything about chores I did at home as per her instructions. My mother and my father were very upset about this and, worried a lot as they did not know about this situation before. Finally, what has happened was, that person had to leave us the next day. My father asked her to go home as soon as possible. As well as mother had to stay home and looked after us. It was a loss for her and, she worried about her job for a couple of months. 

There was another lady who used to eat foods reserved for our use. She did not do it as a wrong thing and, did that saying the foods she ate were not good for us. Anyway, I remembered how she had fruits using that manner. We did not ask any more questions from her and let her have. Another one was a granny and, she used to pick us after school. So, every day she came to school. Those days I had a habit of dropping my school friends to their homes. Therefore, I used different routes to come home to do my duty and, it took about an additional half an hour to do this. So, this granny was real trouble for me and, I could not do my hobby when she came to pick me. As a solution, I told my parents that my friends identified her as my own granny and it was ashamed of me. So, I asked them to, not to send her to school. Finally, my parents agreed with me and, they let me come back home with my other school friends as I was in grade four those days. However, my mother could notice the late and again that granny came to pick me.

So, among all these people, ‘Renuka’ was the best lady we ever had. Right now, I don’t know about her. She was a kind and honest person. Apart from that, there was another relative elder sister who loved us and cared about us.

My personal opinion is that looking after a child is not just a job and, the nanny won't be able to do that if she/he does not love kids. I think they should have an inner willingness to correct the mistakes of little ones. To bear up to these things, they should have patience and kind thoughts about children. Otherwise, I think it's not kind of a job which can be done for a monthly payment like other jobs. I can see this situation nowadays by looking at my sister’s little one and his nannies. However, I think that the best people to look after them are their parents and grandparents. According to the childhood experience I had and the things I can see in this environment, I think some other person does not feel honest and loving feeling much. At any moment there is a higher probability for them to make physical or mental harm to little ones.

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9.0 Hey Doggy…Here Are 6 Ways To Eat My Meat Better.

My Dream! Become an owner of a few pets was one of my dreams in childhood. But my parents did not like much as we did not have enough yard in our rented house. As well as my father received job transfers to various places from time to time and it was another reason. So, I tried to pet dogs and cats when I saw them anywhere. 

Even though I thought to write these stories according to the order it happened, I forgot three to four stories before the article ‘Grade 5 examination’. So, this is also a memorable incident and a lesson. Today also I do not prefer to pet any dogs except our own dog at home because of this incident. 

Those days we lived in a home, which gave by the government as quarters for my father. It was home on the roadside and, the yard was a restricted area for us because of that reason. However, I went out one day and, my younger sister also accompanied me. She observed my behavior those days and, it was her Hobby to find out my faults. In this case, I did not ask her to return home as if I asked her to do so, I also don’t have the opportunity to go outside. She did not let me do things that were not applicable to her. That was her point. That’s her rule those days and, she pointed out all with my mother. So, both of us were in the yard.

That Sleeping Dog Was A Devil, Friends! I saw black and brown colored sleeping dogs when going to and fro in the yard. That dog slept well in the corner of the yard. By looking at that dog, I could not keep my legs and hands as it is and, what I did was I touched his head via my foot. I thought it would let that dog sleep well, but he looked at me horribly in unexpected ways at that time. At the same time, I turned back and, tried to go back home as that look get frightened me. But that doggy was faster than me.  That doggy bit my leg before I went to the entrance. Actually, it’s good not to see the way that the dog has bitten me after hearing the sound came from his inner mouth. It was a Dangerous Voice to hear. Later on, I saw ten to twelve people came to our yard when I was screaming and, that doggy ran away. My sister climbed and hanged in a window at that time like a cat. At that time she was so silent. Then somebody asked about my mother.

At that time, I was conscious and came into the real world. So, how can I tell this to the mother?. I definitely knew that it becomes a Big Disaster once I told her. As there were a few faults, I knew that I had to face her punishments. 

However, I went inside into the home, searched for my mother, and, I felt that blood was coming out of that wound as well. At that time, she was in the kitchen. It's like that I lost somewhere. My heart was weeping and, I did not feel much pain in my wound because of the scary thoughts I had at that time.

Weeping Heart! I reduced my volume as much as possible and, told her that 'Mom, a doggy has bitten me now. That was it and, as I expected she gave a few slaps and, I was helpless like nothing. Now only I could cry and, I cried like nothing. Tears came from my eyes like water and, at the same time, I could hear that my mother was blaming me. Then my sister came and told me that 'A lot of people are in our yard and they asked the mother to come out. Then the only mother realized what has happened and she quickly came to the yard by dragging us as well. Meanwhile, my sister said that 'Today father also will punish you. So, all the people who were in the yard told details of many specialized doctors. One of the women in that crowd said that it was a Crazy Dog. Additionally, she explained the sickness of such dogs. 

In the meantime, our neighbor's aunt came and told that 'We will bring her for 'Sinhala' treatments.  There was a specialized doctor here. Even though my mother had been living in the area for a couple of years, she had not gone too far. So, she accepted the advice given by that aunt as she was the only one my mother knew at that time. As she decided to visit that doctor, we two went home and got ready to go there. Still, she was stressed over the careless mistake I did for myself and talking endlessly. My sister also helped my mother and, she added some more points to my mistake. I did not have anything to say as excuses, as it was My Mistake. Therefore, I listened to them and cried like nothing. It was an endless pain for me that day.

Anyway, we consulted that Doctor and came home with some medicine. Later on, I went to visit another doctor once my father returned home as he took me to another doctor. As I remember the doctor gave me an injection and, she said there is an injection course to take for a few months. However, my father did not say anything, and, he did not blame me. He just asked what has happened by looking at my helpless status. It was a big relief for me after listening to all the advice. But I thought that he would blame me. It was a good day for my sister and, she told me about the bravery action she took in this incident. How she has deceived that doggy by climbing to the window was the bravery action she did as per her view without helping me. So it was her Main Topic those days and, she used to tell it with everyone. 

Lessons Learned! So, after this incident I always maintained a distance with dogs, even they are pets of someone. I did not even touch a puppy though they look pretty and lovely because of this bad experience. I remembered the way that doggy looked at me by looking at other dogs as well. If I met a dog on the road, I used to keep a distance of a few miles. I did not feed them directly and asked someone to do when I saw any starving doggy. 

One day I went to a friend's house. There were many big and Lovely Dogs there. All were living in the house. This idiot did not even mention her doggy crowd me before. My friend also did not know about my story with doggies. Even though my friend and her mother told me that these dogs do not bite several times, I was so scared. When I was far from them that aunt asked: “Don’t you like pets though you are vegetarian?”. Then I told them this story too. After that, my friend sent a few big doggies to the inner room by looking at my uncomfortable status and, it was a big relief for me. 

Those days there was a famous painting Advertisement on TV and, there was a fluffy doggy. Even though I had a bad experience with doggies, I wanted to adopt such a lovely doggy. It was one of my dreams. That dog was so fluffy and pretty. We never had such a pretty one, though there were a few doggies at our home from time to time. So, one day I saw such a lovely doggy when I was staying at my father’s elder brother’s home. That doggy was walking in their yard with his owner. I could not control my inner scary feelings this time and, I wanted to touch that puppy. But the owner of that puppy did not like much and, she said that that puppy does not like visitors. Lol...

There was a doggy called 'Whita' in our home and, he died because of sickness. On the next day, I had an exam also, but I could not concentrate on my studies because of his situation. We gave medicine and, all of us worried about 'Whita's sickness. So, after a few hours, we lost him. He died. Then as the last thing, I closed his body using my towel and, I thought it was the biggest thing that I could do for my lovely doggy. Later on, my sister said that it was the worst thing that could be happened for somebody as I used my towel.

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So, these are some fun, sad, and scary memories about Doggies.

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