4 a bourbon bite

I don’t remember much of those days in late 80’s but there are certain things that I carry in my mind even today. I was a fat and chubby boy those days. And if there was something that I couldn’t compromise with then it would be food. Orange juices daily 3-4 times were a must as far my diet was concerned. I don’t know how my family afforded that. My fathers house is in Irinjalakuda and mothers at Chalakudy,Aloor. These were my dynasties.I ruled here for the last 2 decades and still going on. But I would say there has always been a decline in power (As age increases, your power will show a marked decline).Simple common sense. What I would like to tell is about my days in kinder garden.I remember those days. I adore it to my heart.

I don’t remember the name of my L K G class teacher. But I remember her face. 1989 Irinjalakuda Don Bosco School LKG. You can imagine a typical K G boy. Water bottle like a garment, a school bag featuring Cartoon Network and most importantly the tiffin box. When ever it’s the tiffin time, my eyes will be on my partner’s tiffin box. As I had told earlier food was then BMW for me. I finish my thing in 1 min while my partner would be slowly munching it. I still remember her name. LINTA. She would have plenty of things like cream biscuits, beans biscuits, at times juices. I would be having similar things not as much as hers.

One day she bought bourbon biscuit. I have never tasted it. The thing I had was arrowroot. I always hated that stuff. It looked good only in tv advertisements. I swallowed my snacks very quickly but I had never taken my hands off her snacks box. I asked her for one biscuit for which she refused as usual. I don’t know how I cursed them those days. I mean what was the mode of language that I used. The saliva in my mouth could fill the whole of Indian Ocean. I regained my calm and asked for a half. She had finished one by then and had 3 more. This time she closed her tiffin box. I didn’t give up. I asked for just a bite. And she reluctantly said NOOOO…..Now I said to myself…you are done….She opened her box for the next one….I had not taken my eyes of her box for the last 5 minutes. She was actually enjoying it. I could see it in her face. I don’t know how I did it or why I did it. The action was spontaneous. I gave a smart bite to her arms which was responded by a huge cry. Actually she was howling at the top of her voice. In the mean time I saw one of her biscuit in my hand. Before my tongue could have a feel of it, teacher came running at us. From here on you all can expect. My small hands had to bear huge thuds from both teacher and head mistress. While walking to HM’s room she was weeping like anything. I knew that my bite would not have pained that much. The tears always was supplemented by the pleasure of the tears that my eyes shed. Next step from my H M was so simple. Reporting to my mother. Another feast awaited at my home. But in the end it was me who won the battle. For the next few weeks I was given bourbon biscuit. Linta was no longer my neighbour. She was replaced by Manju to whom I never shared a single bourbon inspite ofsobbing requests…….

Today when I write these stories of my good old days, I bear a smile in my face and what more can I ask for from my life other than these YADHEIN-the memories of yesterdays…..