5.0 Wondering How To Make The School Journey Rock? Boost Your Kid's School Journey With These Tips.

As I did not go to the nursery, I arranged a great deal to go to school. Therefore, the very first day was a memorable day for me. I went to three schools because of job transfers of my father. So, I could get a different experience with various Places, Friends, and People.

These memories relate to my school journey. We did not go to the Nursery before going to School. I think that’s why my brain is a little bit more as I went straight to school. You also can understand when you are going through the blog right...? 

The Reason! So, on those days I was keeping on asking for my mother that when we will go to school. My mother said to me it’s not essential much as nursery kids are getting advance education than their age. I think today kids are getting increasingly more propelled education amid their nursery time. But nowadays mothers are not in a position to reject even though the education stream has these conditions. At the point, when a child ends up three to four years of age, he/she ought to go to a nursery. Since mothers are also going to work, I think they feel a little solace by taking a gander at the security side of children when they are in the nursery. I believe it's an opportunity for sitters too when the child isn't at home for a couple of hours at home. So, they also would like to send the Kids outside for their relief. However, babysitting is not an easy task and, I’m not saying their feeling is wrong. As well as Parents also do not want to get rid off of the way in which that society used to go because of the high challenge in the education framework. Therefore, because of numerous reasons, nursery education has turned into an absolute necessity for now.

In those days, I remember that my parents gave me a lot of Craftwork to do. My mother asked me to draw pictures in drawing books and, I decorated or filled by gluing Dhal. I used to create new designs using sliced vegetables with coloring. I made different masks. We had the opportunity to do whatever we enjoyed. But in those days, there was a small yard in the house where the father got as quarters. So, I didn’t have enough space in the yard and played Games inside the house. The house was very near the road and the yard was a prohibited area to play.

So, I liked to go to school very much because of these reasons.

So, as a result of these reasons and, since I was born in the second month of the year, I could go to school when I was five years old. Children who born in the first month of the year also can go along with one year upfront and, it’s an advantage for them as they could save one year of time. Now, all the things like bags, books and, pencils were ready for my venture. Those kept as exhibition items in the living room. Only my uniform needs to be finished by my mother and, it was also almost finished. I did not have the patience to wear it.

That Precious Moment! So, that's the moment where my uniform was ready to wear and see. So, my mother cut some extra hanging strings and asked me to wear to make sure there are no loopholes.  Then I wanted to show that now, I’m a schoolchild to my neighbors. Once I just wore the school dress, I rode the wall and jumped into the other quarters to show my story to ‘Kuruppu’ uncle who was one of our Neighbors. There were two more houses and, all those were given by the government as quarters for employees. ’Kuruppu’ uncle also one government employee who worked with my father. There was another uncle with ‘Kuruppu’ uncle in the same quarters and, I could not remember his name.  All of them were my friends. Once I went there, I showed my school dress and, began to tell about the new chapter of my school venture. 

Meanwhile, my mother was looking for me and asked me to come back home. Those two uncles also tried to send me back to the home. But I was staying there as there was a lot more to tell them. After a few minutes, ‘Kuruppu’ uncle dropped me at home as my mother kept on asking me to come back. So, you all can imagine what happened next right? Then I got Punishments for several faults I did. Escaping the house without informing, jumping from the wall, going to other houses pointlessly, were the main wrong things and, those were good enough for my mother to hit me. Finally, I had to face these incidents on the very first day when I wore my school dress.  Later on, ‘Kuruppu’ uncle told me that ‘Child, don’t come here without the permission of your mother. Alright..’ 

So, after all those work my day came and, it was the time where I had to go to school. I was very happy and my parents came to hand me over. 

There was walking distance to School and, we all three left to go to school. I saw some students on my way to school and, it made me happy. I could see that many students were going to school by wearing white school dresses. The only difference was I didn’t have a tie to wear at that time. They seemed very important to me as big ones. So, I left my parent’s hands and, took one of the elder sister’s hands. I was so happy and, I think they thought about me as a kid and, they accompanied me without any objections. Later on, my mother used to remember this incident for a few days saying that I forgot them after meeting other students.

First Day! On the first day once I went to class, what I noticed was, most of the students were knew about one another. I told this to my mother and, she said those would study in the same nursery. So, on the first day of school, I do not know anybody. But it was not a big problem for me and, thought that schoolyard and, the ground was enough for me. I was so cheerful about the space available in the school to play. 

At night, I thought about how to play in the ground and how to play together with my friends. So, in the morning, I was ready to go without a trace. As well as I wanted to show that now, I’m a Schoolchild to others and, therefore I used to wear my school dress even after school. Every day my mother tried a lot to get it off. One evening I wore my school dress till evening once I got to know that one of my close relatives was coming to visit us. 

A piece of sliced bread with strawberry jam and a bottle with a separately packed soft drink and water gave some extra inspiration to me. 

Strawberry Jam and its smell reminded my grade, class one, always. Later on, I shared foods with my friends and, then there were different types of foods in my lunch box. There were some foods like 'Coconut Sambal' and Biscuits. Even my mother asked about these foods, she did not follow up much. On those days I would love to eat bread with 'Coconut sambal' and, I used to bring it via my friend as I did not have 'Coconut Sambal' much at home. Even though others tried to frighten me telling stories about stomach-aches with Warms as a result of this food, I used to keep this habit until that friend got angry with me for some obscure reason. Sometimes we did some activities by using our food. We took the design of chocolate biscuit and, glued it on the cream on the opposite side of the biscuit.

I could keep that day as a Memorable Day, as my father took some Photos of me and my mother. That photo showed the way we were returning home from school by hanging a bag on my right-hand side. Today, I can see how my friends are sharing photos of their kid's first day at school. Once they did, they instantly published the photos on social media. 

But in our era, there should be a camera to take photos, and we need the support of a studio to clean the photos. It was not as easy as these days. So, I really appreciate that additional effort put by my father to take this photo for me.

I think my parents also happy like me and, that photo is proof. My father's effort and my mother's smile showed their Genuine Feelings.

 

That photo...

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4.0 Do Respect Elders & Friends Better Than Seth Godin. The Ultimate Guide For You!

                             

This short story comprises of specific traditions limited to our Sri Lankan culture. I think, we have our own customs and traditions with regard to Respecting Elders. 

This series of incidents happened when I was three to six years of age kid. I could say that these stories are very memorable to me.  

Job Transfers! So that day came with a job transfer of my father and, he has to move to another area. Those days my memories have attached to the river I had bathed, ducks and that ‘Soldare’ (Upstairs) in my friend’s house. But I do not remember the feelings I had when we had to leave that place. However, I was joyfully prepared to go to the new house. Every item of the house has stacked into a major lorry and, there were a couple of companions of my father to help us. But I do not remember how I left my friend and, I couldn't recall whether she was there or not even. She was not there, I think.

A woman who took care of me and, my sister additionally joined us to go to the new place and, her mother also came to visit us on that day. As per our Sinhalese traditions we used to respect our elders by adoring when we need to greet or express farewell to them. However, we used this tradition with very close relatives and respectable elders only.  In any case, we utilized this convention with close relatives and good Elders as they were. So, on that day I needed to keep up this convention with numerous elders as we are abandoning them.  Most of them asked me to behave well. I think some of them might think that it’s good to lose our company because of the small troubles they faced with me. 

So, this is the most valuable episode that occurred on that day and, I would state that is the most key respect I showed to an elder amid my lifetime.  

Culture Vs Feelings! Among numerous elders, I pick our take carer's ('Renuka') mother as a reasonable elder to state farewell by following up on our customs. If you exactly do not know the way we are following up on this tradition, I will try to explain it in this way. This is actually kind of respect that we are showing to our elders as younger. Here we should keep our knees, hands, and head on the floor by twisting back well in front of the elder’s foot.

That Incident! At that time, as a child, I might not think about her as our baby sitter’s mother. I may think about her as a mother of the most soft-hearted and genuine person. There are various reasons to state that 'Renuka' was the best woman who cared for us well among numerous in our childhood. I don't know the amount of tolerance she had when considering my tolerance limits with my sister's little one. I used to deal with my patience hard when I needed to deal with him for a couple of hours. However, 'Renuka' was an extremely kind-hearted individual who adored us and took care of us for a long time. I used to drink milk only if it has prepared by mother or ‘Renuka’ in those days.  

As I remembered, ‘Renuka’ needed to roll out a few improvements in food before feeding me. If she came prepared milk to drink, then the first time it’s excessively hot. Second-time sugar was not enough and, the third time I said there’s no foam in the milk cup.  In this way, to roll out these improvements, she went to the kitchen, a few times without saying anything. Always we could see her affection through her eyes too. I think it was a legitimate and regular inclination to respect 'Renuka's mother by following up on our traditions. However, you realize that others can't envision these things at first sight and they got irate with me. Even though I could not see any reactions, I got the result as soon as I moved to the new place. I got numerous recommendations in regard to the methods for choosing elders who are reasonable for our respect and, they revealed to me that they felt disgrace as a result of me. It was a reason for them to worry for a few days. 

However, I still feel that the lady blessed me with her honest thoughts.  

When I was respecting her, she told me many things as blessings and, hugged me. The genuine tears in her poor eyes touched my heart and, I felt happy with her companion that day. Sometimes it may be a memorable moment for her as well, even though she also a bit confused and inconvenient due to an unexpected incident. The other memorable incident happened when I was in grade one. There was a convention to offer our respects to our class instructor as per Sinhalese traditions, before leaving school. For some reason, instantly, I went over a few tables without holding up in the line and respected my class teacher. It might be the hurry I had to return home. However, the manner in which I adored was not impeccable and, I did it without twisting my head much. My teacher noticed my behavior and asked ‘Don’t your parents teach you the way of respecting us’ by consolidating all the faults I did at that time. Now you know how I have adored and respected elders right. Lol...

Even I did not tell this to my mother, later on, she got to know it from a few of my classmates’ mothers. However, after this incident, I used to respect them by keeping my hands, knees, and head on the floor by twisting my back well. I didn’t make this mistake again when respecting teachers who taught me. I recalled this incident every time when I have to respect them.

On the other hand, there was another practice when saying Goodbye to my friends. 

My Tradition! On those days I hugged and kissed my friends when leaving school as a good-bye practice. So, I used to hug every girl and boyfriends and, I thought it shows my companionship to them till I meet them the next day. Most of the time I came back with my mother or a lady who looked after us and, they saw this practice many times. But there were no complaints from them. However, I had to stop this practice in one day once my father came to pick me from school. So, as usual, I hugged my every friend and returned home with my father. On the next day as well, my father observed this practice once he came to pick me.

Actually, I don't comprehend what's your opinion about the next sentences that I will right now.

I'm writing about the scene. As you know, beef is not acceptable nourishment according to Sinhalese traditions.  However, according to my view, there ought to be the same consistency for every animal. Therefore, we realized that beef is not worthy of food from a kid's age. If you are a beef lover, you think about, feeling about clans who eat human meats and, it will comprehend the comparable inclination we had those days. In this case, my father exhorted me not to hug them as they are eating beef as their nourishment. I don’t know how to explain the exact feeling I had at that time honestly. However, it was not pleasant for me. I always remembered the innocent brown colored cow stretched out in the backyard of our housing scheme. I felt very sorry about that animal. I worried and cried a lot. 

But my father's technique worked fine. 

Very recently I got to know that sad and unpleasant thoughts are also sin after listening for a sermon of  ‘Ven Thiththagalle Anandasiri’ Thero. (Sermon: "Maha Sinha Nadaya")

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3.0 Quack Quack... I'm a Duck! Shall I Wash Ducks In The Mud?

                            

This is a short story about my favorite song in my childhood, and I used to sing it whenever I was happy. I don't care about people surrounded me and I thought they enjoyed a lot.

I selected the most Popular Song that is being sung by 'Mercy Edirisingha' for this blog heading. This is a song of stage drama called ‘Thaarawo Igilethi” (“Flying Ducks”). However, I did not know it's meaning. By the way, it reveals the intelligence of a woman. So, I think by unintentionally I did a correct job. Lol...

My Childhood Theme Song! This was my favorite song in my childhood and, I used to sing this to present my skills. I did not care about the place and the people around me because it was my Favorite song. After a long time, I thought why did I love this song that much as contents of that song were not much suitable for a kid. It tells that a particular woman in that Story of Drama cannot be cheated by any men. Hah hah ha… At that time, nobody explained the meaning of that song, and, I knew it after watching that drama as a teen.

Then I thought why did I love this that much and then I remembered a few ducks who were in the river when I went there to have a bath with my parents. Continuously I tried to follow and catch them even I could not make it.  They were Black and White. Not sweet Yellow fellows. However, they looked very soft and pretty. They used to scream when I was following them and, they could keep a distance from me due to the Swimming Skills they have. Those days it was a dream for me to pet a real baby duck. I could not remember whether or not I had a soft toy Duck even.

My Hobby! This was one hobby I had at Bath Time and, other was jumping into the water from my father’s hand. I can imagine the pleasant feeling of a kid when she found a song about her favorite animals who supported to dream and play with nature. Therefore, this was my Song when I was happy. Today also I love this drama and song well thanks to that Childhood Memory. However, I hear this song in television programs or radio programs very randomly. I thought to download it from the internet and save it in my computer to watch whenever I want. That thought came to my mind when I was writing this article.

Today there should be a family or friends get together to have a river bath due to changes in schedules we all have. 

Sometimes it is not the difficulty of the schedule we have. I think we used to adapt to a more convenient Lifestyle and we forgot certain things that could offer valuable moments. The thing I cannot understand is: What is the difficulty we have to adapt and bind with these things as we already know the value? Why do we think that having a shower in a small washroom is better or healthier than bathing cool water in a beautiful natural setting? 

I think we do not care about the Environment, Nature or anything and we just need to maintain a lazy Lifestyle. We would like to do things with efficiency and quickly by applying our working practices day to day life as well. So, we do not have much difference from a robot. Isn’t it?

While moving back to the point, in such a Family Get Together, there was a nephew of my relative sibling. That little one accompanied a toy scoop and, he played a great deal with sand by tossing sand forward and backward. In this condition, he couldn't see Ducks or Fowls in the stream except for a few crows. What he saw was a couple of individuals who were mining sand in the waterway. Therefore, I think a little one may believe that those grown-ups also were playing as him.

Current Situation! By going through a couple of decades, today we have a contrary biological Community. If we talk with our parents, we can envision past days up to some degree with relative assortments.  As my father had seen, those days there was a major sanded region that isolated the stream into two parts. But today we can't see even a piece of information and, there are numerous openings in the waterway because of less sand. I think one day we may have to lament once our next generation has to face different issues because of these destructive changes.

I don't realize whether I'm imparting exhausting stuff to all of you by taking something different. I think it will communicate a Message to society up to some degree with my story. On the off chance that you feel something awful, kindly do let me know. You are taking the time to read this.

Go Back To The Song! So, if we turn back to this Song again, this was available in one of the soundtracks which have recorded by my Father. I think I was about a three-year-old kid and I have hardly managed words of this song. The ridiculous piece of the song was 'If I did as so, then you will say, I'm a silly Woman'. In that track, I used to sing a similar sentence a couple of times over and over, which made me entertaining to other people. Another main important thing about this memory was there was no complaint for me to sing this song.

Dogs Day! One day there were lots of people in the yard and, they accompanied a cluster of dogs. I became acquainted with that they came to immunize their puppies and, there was one specialist also. So, It's a day for Dogs and me. I used this song to entertain them and, I thought it was my obligation to treat guests. I think my mother felt disgrace about me. But I could proceed with my Saga with no inconveniences as my father was at home. I still remember the way I present this by riding a little Bicycle.

Along these lines, I figure all of you can envision the circumstance with symphony music of ten to twelve canines. Those doggies bolstered me a great deal with ambient sounds.

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2.0 Omg! The Best Upstairs Ever! Stories You Didn't Know About Upstairs (Soldarē)

                                

Today I could bring you one beautiful and funny story about the upstairs of our neighborhood. At that time, we lived in a rented house that belongs to my best friend in my childhood. This memory remembered Sweet Junk Foods, Punishments, and Hobbies.

Sometimes you will have a matter when the topic is 'Soldare'. That is why I named ‘Upstairs’ even though it's not the real meaning. If you are born in ninety decades, typically you will not even hear it.

Funny Games! This is often an area wherever I used to give a big space in my childhood. This name is used for a little upper floor in older houses. However, you cannot stay to relax here. A person would not be able to stand for five feet in height. There could be a bit dark here as there was no proper lighting. I made rascal work there with my friend. She was my first Friend and was my Partner in Crime. We tend to were superb friends for about one to two years. Afterward, I missed her friendship as we moved to another area because of the job transfer of my father. After that, I met her once I was doing my higher studies and she also came to the same tuition class.

As it was a meet up after about twelve years, we could not recognize each other. She was a nice and fair girl. Even though her look reminded my first friend, I did not go and talk with her. She also did the same. I think both of us have a similar personality type. So, we did not talk in class. One day, her family visits us, and she also came. At that time, we two confirmed our identity.

Those days we lived in a rented home because of my parent’s government Jobs and that house belonged to my friend’s parents. This vital place situated in the house of my first friend who I introduced you to the first chapter. Even nowadays I cannot imagine that how did we stay there with dumpy dirt and cockroaches once I looked at my 3-year-old nephew today. My Nephew used to wipe the dust in other people around him when there is dust in his hands. On that hand, I think we lived like animals in our childhoods. I think I have considered freedom as the most important thing in those days as well. If there's freedom for us to do our rascal jobs, then that's enough. We did not worry about dust or cockroaches. That was our mentality in our Childhood. So, my mother had to bear up the cleaning stuff once I finished my jobs per day. Sometimes, it was not an easy task for her to clean our clothes.

It absolutely was our one main duty to Travel there two to three times and build our own world. As well as all the prohibited things we hid there and used to eat junk foods. Moreover, I used to stay here once my mother punished me. So, it was the kind of place where we consoled our Hearts, shared our worries, and shared junk foods. Therefore, both of us loved this place a lot. We loved to go and stay there, though others did not like to stay there for a minute even.  Lol...

Additionally, we had another valuable thing. There was a small grill and that we could see the down Floor via this Window. Some days we used to watch people who were searching for us by scolding. But we were dumb and did not respond to them. Therefore, the worth here was higher. The worst Hobby was spitting and throwing water on top of the people who went on the ground floor via this small grill window. Now I think it's the greatest malicious thing. But we did not think about those days. 

So, we did this hobby several times without caring about people. It gave a lot of fun for us.

To attack somebody and fulfill our hobby, we used to wait for hours without having Food. My friend's uncle was the very first person. He did not care about it. Therefore, he did not inform others. Once we attacked our friend's granny then, it was our last attack.  Then ‘Soldare’ was a prohibited place for us.

That day my friend’s Granny came to my home and revealed everything about us. At that time, I could not look at my mother's face. 

Punishments! The way she looked at me showed certain clues of Punishments. Granny kindly asked me to come back to their house again and play, as usual, once my mother told me: “How many times I told her to not behave as a rascal?”. Then she went away by asking me to behave well. Then I knew that it was my punishment time for the day. Those days, at least one time per day, I get punished for some reason. You will not be able to track the number of times I punished per day. Therefore, my mother could not live peacefully. That much of reasons were there to crack her day because of me. Once memorizing those incidents, I ought to positively act repentant to my mother.

So, the punishment time started once granny was passing a few steps. But she did not look back and let my mother punish me. Afterward, my mother chose the body parts that I used to do wrong. She punished my mouth, arms, and legs by applying chili in my mouth. She hit me using a stick called ‘Wewala’. In those days, my enemies were able to supply those sticks (“Wewal”) to my mother. Therefore, it did not matter if the stick broke when she was attacking us.

One stick (“Wewal”) provider made a nice ‘Wewalak’ for my mother, and it was a bit different than other sticks. There was a convenient way to catch it. She had kept this ‘Wewala’ for a long time and also the Supplier ‘Peeris Haami’ did not forget to check its availability once he visits us. Still, I cannot remember the thing I did for ‘Peeris Haami’ to make him angry.

Later on, we placed it on the hearth after a unanimous decision. 

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1.0 A Sister! She Is a Storm Who Stays Safe In Her Own Path.

This story describes the arrival of my younger sister who arrived in our hands as an Eskimo. As well as the feelings I had as an elder kid of our family. She is the only sibling I have. So, we two are the precious two gems of my parents. (I guess. Lol...)

I thought to start this story from the very beginning. I cannot keep in mind what happened once I was a two- or three-year-old child. This blog post consists of the first few stories that happened with the arrival of my younger sister.

Family! I thought to start my blog with a family-related thing, and I think it will help to emphasize the value of our families. In this life journey, different people will come to our lives and leave. But they will exist in our lives when compared with others. The other key thing is they are unique people in our lives. You can replace a friend or relative. But you cannot find out someone on behalf of your sibling. So, if you have a sibling, you are a lucky guy/gal in this world.

That was the day when we bring her to our home from the hospital. It was a big day for me and all of our family. It has been a long time since everybody had aforementioned that I will be able to be the eldest sister of the family. Therefore, it was a big responsibility for me. However, you may imagine the next situations among the siblings, right?

New Member of Our Family! I went to the hospital with my mother, father, and grannie to bring her from the hospital. It was my initial visit. She was very fair than me, and I could see only her beautiful face as she coated like an Eskimo. Everybody was very happy. I had to make the request many times to keep her on my lap. However, my grannie did not prefer to provide a newborn baby to me. However, with the support of my mother, I could keep sweetie Eskimo on my lap. Everybody got busy with several works along with her arrival. There were many preparations at home to welcome her. I thought that all of us were lucky fellows to have such a member to our family. I felt so proud as an elder sister.

The Struggle! The key advantage was the gifts I received from guests and most of them accustomed bring something to me as well. Some guests tried to know whether I have pretty feelings or jealous feelings regarding Eskimo.

The Visitors! That was their main question, and some of them asked me directly while the others observed my cooperation with my sibling. But I do not remember what I felt right now. Some guests worried about my Tan complexion as my sister's complexion was better than mine.  One aunt told me that I didn’t belong to this family and that I have taken from some unknown place. They laughed for their jokes though I got angry with them. Some guests tried to bring our Eskimo and requested her from me. Even though I rejected their all requests by screaming, I could see several problems were going to and fro by changing my lifestyle gradually with the arrival of 'Eskimo.

Now the struggle was massive. Eskimo was drinking Milk from the bottle. One day, my mother asked me to feed my sister by giving the milk bottle. In those days, we have used to drink two flour drinks. At that time, I needed to know what was most wonderful. Who knows that they care about her more than me? Ohh Shit...! It was a terrible drink. Sugar was not touched. However, she was drinking this like a pig, and it was good for my mind. The milk I drink was ten times a lot of delicious. That was a good day. It's all like that. As she was a little one, she would not feel the taste, I guess. Otherwise, I don't think that our cat would drink that milk powder. However, this was a sub food she got apart from breast milk.

These days my father began to see my behavior changes and perpetually wanting to involve me with most of the tasks of Eskimo. I think he tried to build a good relationship among us from the very beginning. Later on also, when we were kids, he did not like to see our fightings, and he was very serious, though we two did not care about those much as we knew that it was a few minutes' problems.

Those days we did not have mobile phones record each and everything. So, my father was in a big mission to record audio of two of us. I think he had to struggle with us to record a good conversation among us. As my sister has not grown enough to talk, my father wanted to get some responses from me. So, he came up with many questions and worked on recordings as per my feedback. I can remember my father asked ‘do you love your younger sister?’. Then he asked how much I Love Eskimo? At that point, my audio recorder had been stretching for about one minute of time to say A Lottttt.....!. Later on, it’s happy to listen to this recording by looking at the hassle I placed to express my love. However, the value of that feeling gets varying with the incident to the incident now. It depends actually. Lol... 

Recently I remembered this recording once I was recording ‘Reading initial letters’ ceremony (‘Akuru Kiyaweema’) of younger sister’s kid. Nowadays kids can look back on their childhood memories easily with the latest technology, once they become adults. They are very fortunate people to get the advantages of technologies when comparing with our childhood. However, they will feel happy if they have value only. 

So, there are several stories regarding me as a result of my younger sister. I think it would be better to jot down those memories as different short stories without writing all as one story. Hope you would agree with me. 

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