15.0 I Hate Egg Smell And Love Chick... How About You?

Once I start writing this topic also, I can feel the smell of eggs because I have some stories about eggs. I did not like eggs since childhood. I dropped an egg on the floor and, it was the very first incident that comes to my mind and, on that day my mother punished me as I did that intentionally. I cannot remember that for what reason I did that silly thing.

I think that I did not like eggs because of their smell. That smell could make unpleasantness about eggs. Therefore, I did not eat boiled eggs since childhood and, used to eat egg omelets because it's a bit spicy. But to eat it, the egg omelet should have a pleasant look and, I did not eat if it was a melted one. So, I did not have the willingness to eat eggs because of these main reasons. 

Those days I didn't prefer to have my supper with anyone who eats eggs with their meals. But I couldn't keep away from this circumstance when I was working in an office. Later on, I could bear up this smell and, had my meal without sharing with none veggie-lover companions.

Recently, I used not to contemplate whatever could make an appalling feeling after listening for a 'Lord Buddha's Dhamma' preached by 'Ven Thiththagalle Ananda' Thero. If you learn how to look at life in that manner, you will receive great comfort. 

However, still, it is a bit difficult to bear up the smell of eggs once somebody is eating eggs. But, now I can transform these sentiments or thoughts into reality as per that preach. My religion is Buddhist. So, that is the reason I included these points. I felt these feelings firmly. I believe you can bear up to these things without having an awful view if you are not Buddhist. However, it will be helpful for a person to learn about Buddhism.

Then the next incidents about eggs happened during the schooling days. In those days, my mother arranged eggs as different meals for us and, forced me to eat. Therefore, the only thing she did not do was hitting me and, she put her maximum effort to give it to me by blaming and warning. There was no excuse and, I had to have it finally. The worst thing she did was preparing eggs in different ways. In any case, I didn't care for it at any rate. Some days she prepared half-boiled eggs with salt and pepper and, asked me to drink saying that it's very nutritious.  That blend was exceptionally terrible for me and, I saw it like a snail.  I attempted a great deal to dismiss it and, cried. But it did not work. Her other method was egg coffee and, she used to prepare a milk coffee with a half-boiled egg. She believed that the coffee drink was all the more dominant with that egg. I never enjoyed that thick coffee. But I had to have it on school days. It was an essential drink if I have evening classes after school. Therefore, most of those days I cried and, went to school. Once I returned home, they were kidding me saying that I have a delicate and, charming look because of that drink I had in the morning. Those days that egg coffee could make me angry.

So, time went fast by eating and drinking eggs. When I was doing advance level exams, I had to stay in a boarding house near to the school. That was the place where I had to eat all the given foods, and those most of the foods I did not have at home. 

Those foods were not on my list at home. But here, I could not stay away from them as I didn't have any sustenance decisions like home. There was a separate maid to prepare meals for us and, I did not like the manner in which the housemaid had dealt with the eggs. As per the instructions she received, she used to cut one egg into a couple of pieces and provided for us. In this way, we didn't have a chance to have one egg at any given moment. However, it was not a problem for me as I was not an egg lover. Egg omelet was also not tasty and, its look was not pleasant for me to eat. Therefore, there were many reasons for me to reject eggs those days and, the ways they have prepared eggs was the main reason.

One day once I came home, my mother planned to prepare a dessert called "Watalappan. As you most likely are aware, that sustenance gets ready with more eggs. So, she asked me to break some eggs and put them into a jar. Then I saw one egg with a redded yolk and, it was somewhat not quite the same as the other eggs. I have never seen such an egg before. I just thought that a little chicken was conceiving in that egg. So, I quickly went and told my mother. She asked me to throw that egg away. Then I said that I cannot break any more eggs as there can be little chicks in those eggs. My mother continued the "Watalappan dessert and, I left. After that, I did not eat "Watalappan and, before that, it was my favorite dish. So, after that, I thought I would completely stop eating eggs. 

So, once I went back to the boarding house, I told aunty not to make eggs for me. She also did not like my decision as my parents and pointed out certain advantages of this food. She pointed out that I wanted to have good food in the exam days. However, I did not have the power to eat eggs again. At that time I already stopped eating chicken as well and, therefore it was not a hard decision for me. A few years before, I saw that one person was killing them for meat and, it was the reason behind me to stop eating chicken. So, before avoiding egg, that aunty used to kidding me saying that I was only angry with chick kids. Even though it was a joke of her I used to think about it seriously and, meantime this incident also happened. 

So, many tried to give eggs to me to eat. In the boarding house, there was a maid and, she was like our granny. She said that skin would be increasingly delightful if I can have eggs again.  

However, I could not eat eggs again. After a couple of months, I felt great relief to my mind, even though there were many reasons like exam pressure for me to stress out. I thought I got that benefit to my soul because of this decision. But I did not stop eating some foods like biscuits, ice cream, and pastries which made using eggs though I stopped eating cooked eggs. However, I stopped eating "Watalappan. So, some people are kidding about it. As well as I did not break an egg again. Now, most of them considered an egg as vegetarian food.  There is no involvement with the male one and, it's just an egg of the hen according to the view. However, I could not settle my mind to break an egg again. I generally had uncertainty about whether there was a chick or not.

Sometimes, this practice bothered others who eat non-vegetarian foods when I went outing with them. Because when I pick my meals, they needed to sit tight for quite a while. Sometimes, we had to order again and, it made them crazy. So, at that time I had to listen for many speeches that depict the benefits of been none veg. But I did not contend and made them crazier as they were waiting because of me. One day I had to suffer from a stomachache because of eggs. That day I had to drink water from a cup used by a person who ate eggs. At that time, when I was drinking water, I felt the smell of eggs and, then I washed the cup as I could not select another one because of the crowded situation. So, on the next whole day, I was in the bathroom like a dummy.

There is another fun memory of an egg when it comes to working. That organization gave lunch for us and, we had to pay for a little from our compensation. 

The vendor was a reputed firm and, most of them trusted their food. So many people did not bring lunch from home. One boy also bought his lunch and, there was an omelet on his plate. At that time, I was sitting at a table and, waited for more friends to join us for lunch. We saw that boy was coming and, suddenly that omelet went away because of the fan. It made us laugh and, we could not stop our laugh though we did not do it intentionally. But it was a big disgrace to that boy as some others also laughed. As well as, we could identify the quality of that omelet. 

One day one of my cousins made some arrangements for my birthday at their home. Those days I was staying there to go to work. A few cousins also joined with us and, it was a joyful day for us. So, she prepared meals for the people who were coming to the birthday party. She was preparing some food items with fried eggs. Once we went to the kitchen, we saw that she was wiping a boiled egg using a piece of cloth.  On the other days, we used to wipe cleaned hands using that cloth. So, now others did not want to eat eggs on that day and, all refused to eat because of this reason. However, they had to eat as she threatened them and, it was fun for us.




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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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6.0 Robinhood! Sick And Tired Of Doing Games The Old Way? Read This.

As children, we watched some cartoon series and dramas. Out of them 'Robinhood' was the Best Drama. Today also I can see their posts and photos on social media like Facebook. I used to share it as soon as possible with others. I think Robinhood and his amazing gang will be in my mind till death.

Robinhood is a legend on-screen character we adored a lot in our childhood. Today also we love that story as we did in our past. Even now it’s a pleasure to hear the theme song which gives the cherished feeling and, remembered the childhood memories. This was the most loved story of many, including me, my younger sister, cousins, and, friends. Because of this, there are a lot of memories in this regard. We used to create our own stories by gaining some little parts of this story and, played accordingly. Still, those are certainly fond of memories we have today.

This was the incident that comes to mind when hearing that word Robinhood. So, in those days, I'm becoming accustomed to writing letters. I could not practice one letter ('ළ'), even though I completed the entire Sinhala Alphabet. Because I did not have much enthusiasm for it, it was something that couldn't be composed. On that day also I was practicing to write that letter and, one of my uncles (Maama) also was there. I used to call him 'Putu Putu Maama' and, used the words 'Putu Putu' because of the sound of his bike. He also liked that name and, therefore I used this name for ten to twelve years. When I was practicing this letter, time near began ‘Robinhood’ drama. So, I went to switch on Television by dropping this work and, that letter was in a very primary stage which requires more exertion to finish. My uncle noticed that for which work I gave my priority and he said that 'You should finish this letter composing first, before watching Robinhood'. 

Weeping Heart! Ohh Damn…  To whom do I tell this situation??  They would agree with my uncle definitely as this task has been hauling for quite a while without a decent outcome. So, I had to go back even without switching on TV with a crying heart.  “Even though there is a similar letter in 'Sinhala' alphabet, for what reason do these idiots have another letter?” It was the thought I had and, I blamed the people who were in charge of introducing this bladdy letter to the alphabet. So, now this is the time which I felt that I ought to write this letter by hook or by crook. 

‘Robinhood’ drama was telecasting about one-hour and, I did not want to miss out any single moment. I considered it a big unfortunate of me if I could not watch it for a couple of moments. As well as we were hoping to watch this for one week. Anyway, I could finish the work and demonstrated it to my uncle. But the completeness was not enough for him and, he asked “This part from the letter should be composed on the upper side of the ruler and rest should descend. Else this cannot be accepted as a completed task”. At that time, nearly I lost fifteen minutes of the story... 

It was not the Internet Era! This was the saddest thing ever happened for me. You can imagine my situation if you are also a fan of this story. My uncle was not ready to give up this bladdy letter. However, I could finish and, get the approval for completeness after putting my maximum effort. But, the drama was almost over. In those days we didn’t have facilities like the Internet to watch the programs we missed. So, it was a big thing to worry about for a few days. However, my uncle was very happy as I finished the task which has been pending for a long time. 

Finally, I did that task expressing gratitude toward Robinhood. So, when that happened in that way, there was another desire where I might want to watch most loved Television programs with my companions. 

The Struggle! Even though my sister was there to fulfill this requirement, she was not coordinated for me due to the military situation I had with her at home. We used to struggle for the seats we used to sit and, watch TV. There were two separate seats for us to sit in the living room as a solution given by parents. Therefore, I knew that it was not possible to share the best moments of Favorite Programs with her. So, I asked one of my friends to come to our home and watch ‘Robinhood’ drama. 

One day she came to watch this drama. I convinced her visit as an unplanned one for my mother.  Later on, my mother got to know the actual situation once my friend came on next weekend as well to watch television with me.  But my mother didn’t tell anything to me and, acted as nothing happened. But what she did was, she evacuated a couple of wires which require to switch on the TV and, let us watch this drama. Badly, I missed the entire program on that day. My friend, as well.

Everyone wanted to play the role of Robinhood even though there was a crew in his team and, nobody else ever preferred to be Gisborne or Sheriff.

 

So, this was a big problem for us where we needed to get the solutions and opinions from our adults after numerous contentions.  After that, we decided to write the name of the Robinhood and his team in chits and, selected characters randomly. But it was a temporary solution and, we had to stop that method once we found two chits with the name of Robinhood.  As the next decision, we decided to play the role of Robinhood for half an hour and, everybody got the opportunity to play as Robinhood.  Finally, it helped to manage the critical situation.

In addition to this game, we played another game called ‘Kumari’ (Princess). 

Crazy Cousins! It's sort of a drama about the story of a Princess who has two servants and few demons. Now when we remember this story, it made us laugh. In those days my father’s elder brother’s daughter was the youngest among our cousins. So, she was the Princess in this drama.  I was a servant of that princess and, one of my cousin sisters also was a servant. That sister was the daughter of my father’s sister. She is five months younger than me. Now she is not in Sri Lanka either.  But we are Good Buddies from childhood. We used to wear similar clothes, particularly in the new year season and, we had that habit for a long time. In that drama, my younger sister and another cousin brother acted as demons. One day we carried our princess using a bedsheet. Our princess was a chubby kid and, it was not an easy task to hold her for us as little servants. Therefore, my cousin younger sister peed in the same place.

So, once seen this everyone laughed a lot. We too could not hold our princess anymore and, she fell down to the ground. After that, it became another amusement for us and, we spread Pee in the entire room using our foot and, slipped everywhere until the point when we got the attention of my mother. 

Apart from Robinhood, Badminton was another game we played. But it was not an easy task to manage as nobody liked to bring the shuttlecock back when it went far away. Every time we played this game a maximum of one hour as we could not do this peacefully. When thinking about these things I think we had got the maximum benefits and, our childhood was awesome. I think today Mobile Phone kids also will enthusiasm for this sort of childhood if they have opportunities to do as such. 

As readers, you also will definitely have remarkable memories of this story. 

Where is our Heros? Sometime you may think that for what reason did she expound on ‘Robinhood’ when there are many heroes in Sri Lanka. As I thought this will be a reason for them to criticize me, I thought to note down this also. However, I would like to accept it as a good observation. I watched this story from one channel called ‘Jaathika Rupavahin’ and, as I remember there were two television channels in those days. In those days they have published extremely decent and valuable programs for kids. Certain dubbed programs of ‘Taitus Thotawantha’ were such a good example. However, there was no program that discussed our own Sri Lankan heroes who could invade our minds as kids.  

If there was a program like a story of ‘Madduma Bandara’ for us as kids, it had been a great idea. 

It was an inspired book!  There was a book about national heroes including this child legend and, it gifted by my father. I can remember that I imagined these stories and I felt proud about the history of our country after reading that book. In those days, I also would like to become a Hero like ‘Madduma Bandara’ because of his bravery actions against the Death order. There were certain poems in that book and, still I can recall a little piece of one lyric and, it says that “As Childs, we should remind our national heroes and, we should behave according to them.” 

I think this could plant good thoughts about our country, nationality and, religion in the minds of kids even those are very little ballads or wordings. I believe the feelings, the things we saw and, memories in our childhood, decide the next steps of life. So, it will influence a Positive or Negative way and, we should give more priority to give valuable creations to a child’s mind. If we ask a kid to sing a song or ask them to name their favorite programs, then you can identify the current situation. If we take a few programs as examples, I don’t think that there is our own valuable thing to give them.

So, if you have an awful perspective of this story, I'll need to reveal to you this is the reason I like this program without a doubt. But I’m pretty sure you are also an aficionado of Robinhood. 

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