8.0 Jayashni's First Firing Hurdle. How These Things Will Change The Way You Approach A Hurdle?

This story is a Remarkable Point in my life. As I did not attend for grade five exams, I could not find out a suitable school for me. So, I did not go to school for about six to eight months and stayed at home. As I had to face this type of different situations, I thought to share those stories with you. There may be a day when I had to just sit on a chair by reminding the past memories.  On that day, I would like to read this blog via my grandchild or an assistant. So, every story should be powered by my feelings. If I tell you the truth, I have been facing various changes in my life. Sometimes it may be common for everyone. But I did not see such changes in the lives of my siblings, cousins or friends. However, I always respect my Happening Life.

Sometimes you may think that the stories on this blog belong to children. It’s happened because still, I’m blogging the memorized moments in my childhood. Or this is not a children's blog. So, as I wrote a few childhood memories, I just wanted to write a little bit about the current situation.

There is Heavy Rain on the outside when I’m writing this story for you. The rainy weather is amazing and, it gave me great pleasure once I looked outside. Even I thought to have a small nap, again, I thought it better to write another story rather than sleeping. The only issue I have now is the unavailability of power. There is a power cut for a few minutes and, I think it happened because of heavy rain. I tried to contact the electricity board, but their phone line was busy. I think I may have to wait for a few hours. So, I thought to use the internet dongle of my younger sister who pays its bill. Recently she told me that last month's bill was excessive. I asked her to disconnect the connection if she is not using this dongle. But I checked it now and, it gets connected as she didn’t do that. So, today also I can use this and sponsorship for this story goes to my Sister. 

Today's Climate is very suitable for a nap even I switched on my laptop. So, I hope there will be heavy rain till I finished my writing and, it's my desire. However, I think there will be heavy rain for a couple of hours. But, once I looked at the outside, that wish gets a bit changed and, I think the same situation would not good for someone else. I saw a school child who is returning home in a mid of heavy rain with wet clothes, she even used an umbrella. I think her situation is not comfortable. As well as this climate is not good for many including me, even though, I enjoyed this environment and, climate. When someone is having a nap in a warm bed, somebody would be suffering from Asthma at the same moment. Actually, it's not a good thing to remember even. My parents get mad and scared by looking at me when I was suffering from Asthma a few years back. It’s also a good story to write as a blog. But it will take a bit more time to write, as that incident happened when I was doing my job. 

So, the heading of the story becomes ‘Jayashni's First Firing Hurdle’ as this was a remarkable story I have faced as a child. 

The Start! Sometimes you might remember that I went to school a bit earlier than the expected age range. So, I should be in grade four according to my age. Then my class teacher asked my parents to keep me in grade five for one more year to satisfy the age gap and, to meet all the requirements for the exam. It was the rule of education policies. But my parents did not like to keep me in the same grade for another year. Even they knew that I could not sit for this exam, they arranged all the necessary things for the exam preparation. They asked me to participate in evening classes at school. One elder sister called ‘Ashoka Akka’ came to our home for Tuition Classes and, my mother additionally gave some lessons. So, as I didn’t aware of these pre-requisites, I also put an effort into exam preparation as others. 

Anyway, I got to know about this when the exam was so close. But, I’ didn’t feel regret or sadness for the effort I put. I don’t know why actually. Some of my friends told me that I was lucky. Some of my friend’s mothers pointed out it as the worst decision. My parents asked me to work hard in the next years. So, as I listened for different ideas, I did not regret or felt any sadness about that situation. 

In those days, my father got a Job Transfer to another province.  So, I had to leave school after about one month of the exam. On the last day of school, ten to twelve of my friends came to our home as our home was close to my school. As soon as I came back home after school, I went to the salon for a haircut with my father. The barber of that salon was ‘Raajaa’ and, one day he wounded my ear when cutting Hair near to my left ear by mistake. After that, I didn’t go to that salon, but on that day I had to go there as my father was occupied with many works. As that salon was in front of our house, all those friends came there to visit me and, they waited for me as well. As they waited for me till I finished my haircut, it was a pleasure for me. 

So, on that day, my mother served many foods and drinks to my school friends and, we enjoyed it a lot. 

My Farewell! We all were studying for a long time in the same class and, some of them were like siblings for me. I used to call one boy as ‘Mary Perethaya” as he was very greedy for biscuits and, he was also there for me to bid a fond farewell. There was one girl who had a rash on her hand and, I embarrassed her with many stories. She also came. There was a boy who tortured me one day by turning a few rounds until I felt faint. He also was there. There were a few girls who used to tell my mistakes with my mother and, they asked to hit me. There was a boy who threatened and advised me via his elder brother as I was standing on his table with shoes for a few days. Apart from them, there were my bunch of friends who had lunch and different junk foods with me during the school interval and after school. 

So, on that day all of them came to visit and Say Goodbye to me. That was the first farewell party of my life. If we could take a picture of all of us, it would be a great idea. But you know cameras are not available like today and, using a camera also a bit difficult task. If the camera operator could not put the reel correctly, all shots get damaged and, you won’t see any picture. So, at that time we shared our Autographs with each other. One of my friends mentioned that 'What should I have to write to you other than saying Good Luck.' It was not the Selfie Era! Lol...

In just a couple of days, we moved to a new house with my father’s job transfer. 

The Headache! It’s my father’s hometown. As my younger sister was in grade two, it was not difficult for her to find out a suitable school. But I was in grade five mid-semester and, most of the school principals did not want to take new students to grade five. They said that they have to consider the results of the grade five exam. So, I had to stay for a few months at home without going to school and, it was a big problem for our new neighbors. I had to answer their various questions. 

Till then, my parents send me to an ‘English’ tuition class and Sunday Dhamma school. At the same time, there were a few tuition classes at home for ‘Mathematics’ and ‘Science’ subjects in grade five. Meantime, my father had to leave his job as the new place was not suitable for him. These changes affected us badly for a couple of months. My parents could bear up this situation by minimizing the impact on us. But I could observe changes in some relatives who tried to isolate us from the family community. 

There was another exam called ‘Admission exam’ (‘Athulathweeme Wibhage’) for those who failed grade five examination (‘Shishshathwe’). 

Sharing is Caring! It was like a second opportunity to go to grade six in a reputed school. Somehow, I could go to school again after passing this exam. I remember that examination day and the colleague who sat next to me in the exam hall. Still, I could remember her because I showed my answer sheet when she was struggling with some questions. At that time what I thought was she also will not have a school like me if she could not pass this exam. However, both of us could pass the exam and go to a new school.

The very first days in grade six and grade one are the same. There was no friend for me and a known face. All the faces were new to me. But I could say that new and the best era of school life began right here.

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7.0 The Beard Of Our Lovely Garfield. A Gift For Cat Lovers.

Time to time there were a few Cats in our home and, we love all those little kittens a lot. We used to treat them like our family members. Therefore, certain people in our neighborhood brought the kittens to our home when they have more. Some people were like thieves. When they did not want to have more baby kittens, they put them in our yard. Those days, it was a pleasure to see a couple of kittens in our yard. We would like to see kittens in different colors. We loved the "Orange" color the most. However, there were very few kittens in the "Orange" color. We had many black and white cats.

I'm Sorry! I would like to express my sympathy for the whole cat society because of this incident. So, when this situation was happening, there were no cats in our home. But there was a group of cats who used to visit our house.

One big black and a Fluffy Cat came to our house regularly. We put our maximum effort to keep and pet that cat. But, we never got a chance to keep him as he was a big cat like a wildcat. However, it was a big-headed cat and, I think that because of the beauty. We liked his fluffy look. So, in addition to that proud cat, the other cat guys came in for food.  There was no difficulty in catching them as the union of people is common for them. They used to go to many houses to find food. My mother did not like that cat crowd like me and, my younger sister. At the same time, they were big trouble for my mother due to different reasons. Pooping in the corners of our house, hiding little kittens in the cloth racks and, tearing chair covers were some reasons. So, they were a big headache for my mother. Therefore, we could not adopt our own cat.

So, this misfortune had happened to one of the cats who came to our home. Actually, before I did this, I thought about it as a service that I could give to that cat.

Weird Beard! On that day I saw a grown beard on the face of that cat. As my father was also not keeping a beard like that, I thought to trim the whiskers of that cat as well. As the first thing, my father used to apply soap in his face. Therefore I also followed the same process. It was not an easy job. The cat was struggling to go away, but I could apply soap in his face. I tied him in the door like a dog to make the task easier. But he tried a lot to go out. However, I finished applying soap. Huh… Now it's time to shave the beard. However, it was not exactly like my father’s job. Some white hair has fallen on the floor to make sure the task had done. After that, according to the routine of my father, I washed his face and wiped well using a towel. Then removed the tie and let him move.  He didn’t wait for at least one second and ran away. What I thought was, he should offer gratitude for the service given. 

So that afternoon when my father came home, I told the whole story with him. As soon as he heard, he suddenly asked 'Oh my god, why did you do that for innocent cat and, that story spoiled his face even. I thought why did it bad for a cat if shaving is good for my father. That was my argument. After that, my father said, 'Dear, the Beard is important for animals like cats and, they have to use their beard for most of the tasks they do. So, now the worst thing had happened to that cat according to my father. 'What will happen to that cat guy?. I have been thinking for days because he never came to our home again.

After that, I did not make any trouble for cats. These animals like our own family members as we used to adopt cats as pets later. 

They were our family members! We treated them like our siblings. We used to call them as Sister or Brother. Sometimes we called them using names of humans. My mother did not like those names and, she asked us to put suitable names for them. She pointed out that there could be neighbors who have the same names and, it is not good for their respect. So, with these conditions, if we saw little cats on the road, I came home with a Heavy Heart. Their situation made me sad.

Even though this is a small story, I thought of writing this to show the generous feelings we have in our childhood. I know that now I do not have generous feelings up to that extent. 

Today also we can see little Cats live on the roads. But now we don’t want to bring them home. We know that their lives are at risk when they live near the main road where there are many vehicles. If I observe the thoughts of my colleague or sibling also, I can see how these thoughts have reduced up to now. As an adult, we don’t have that soft heart we had when we were kids.

Most of the time, I think that the mental state of every child is the same. By looking at my sister's little one, I could see the softness we had in our Childhood. One day he saw a little kitten and, she was laid down on a floor without her gang. So, out little one thought that she does not have her family members. He said that “see grandfather, how poor? This cat is left alone, and they do not have any parents or siblings”. The facial impressions he had at that time were horrible and, I thought that he would cry.

How cute and pure hearts do these kids have before moving into society as adults? 

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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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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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