In Vizag I was three years old, we used to have Nawab, a muslim constable as an attender at home, specially to take care of me. I was his real pet, he used to take care of me very well, I still remember him so much for I used to call him Naabu, he used to bring the smallest bottles of Aththar, sweet scent bottles for my dad. Once he took me to the photo studio and took a photo of me, on a wooden horse, that photo is still with me now. later when i get older, and when i got the job as Lecturer in Eluru, i went to Rajahmundry to see Nawab in his police quarters. He became so old, and still remember me. In those days, the police departments was under the purview of the Britishers, still, we used to stay in a Big bungalow, my father was Police Sub Inspector then, they used to call him as Sargent, In those days they used to wear short khaki knickers as pants and one constable used to come early morning to help my dad to dress for the morning marching in the police parade ground. The whole ground was green pastured in those days, with white wo.oden fencing, around the house. The same sort of fencing now I see in America. We bought a small iron machine from the Britishers which is a minute size of the machines where in we keep rice or wheat, or coffee seeds to make Ravva, or flour by fixing the machine to the door. That machine is still we us. though we are not using it now thereby it got rusted. I used to pose as the top actress Anjali Devi of those days, and say to my dad, "Nanna, i am anjali devi, and used to dance with the song in anarkali " Jeevithame safalamu." and another song, " konda meedha kokkirai, kaalu jaari kuli poye, kokko kokko." we used to go to cine hall and sit in reserved boxes to see the cinema. when I get sleep my dad used to take me out for some air, or rub his two palms so hard and make them warm and put them on my eye lids, to evade the sleep. This much only I remember in my three years old
Thursday, September 29, 2011
28th Sept,11 -Day 1(b)( His Blood)
I was praying for the healing of my sever back ach and pain in the toes, legs, knees and finger joints, etc, I got sever viral fever and was bed ridden for a month , last September, since then I suffered so much as my mobility was completely restricted to limited places.
so while I was praying the Lord to heal me completely, and claiming His blood over my achs and pains. Suddenly I realized, that How easily I am asking my Saviour to pour His blood on me, its blood, the blood He shed with great suffering, He healed me so many times in the past, when I was sick, with jaundice He healed me over night after three months of my stay on the death bed. He was there every time I called upon His name to heal me for every ailment of mine and my children and my family and for my loved ones. I just claim His blood, not thinking much of His suffering, even when I think of it, it would be a separate entity. May be when I was thinking and taking the Holy communion, the other times I just take it granted to believe in His blood .. in all my sufferings. He sheds His blood, so that I can be healed, how much I owe to Him. If any of my friend suffer a little for my sake I try to be grateful to him so much for the trouble he has taken, How much more should I be grateful to Him for all the victories He is giving to me through His blood. Yes I beleive His blood would heal me , His blood, His sacrificial blood for me.
so while I was praying the Lord to heal me completely, and claiming His blood over my achs and pains. Suddenly I realized, that How easily I am asking my Saviour to pour His blood on me, its blood, the blood He shed with great suffering, He healed me so many times in the past, when I was sick, with jaundice He healed me over night after three months of my stay on the death bed. He was there every time I called upon His name to heal me for every ailment of mine and my children and my family and for my loved ones. I just claim His blood, not thinking much of His suffering, even when I think of it, it would be a separate entity. May be when I was thinking and taking the Holy communion, the other times I just take it granted to believe in His blood .. in all my sufferings. He sheds His blood, so that I can be healed, how much I owe to Him. If any of my friend suffer a little for my sake I try to be grateful to him so much for the trouble he has taken, How much more should I be grateful to Him for all the victories He is giving to me through His blood. Yes I beleive His blood would heal me , His blood, His sacrificial blood for me.
Indelible prints in childhood
We used to think that we can say anything to the children, because they do not understand anything. some times some people mistreat little children when their parents are not around or scold them and beat them/ But remember everything that they see and hear will be imprinted in their little minds. When my mom was in the hospital for her delivery of Pedda Baby and Chinna baby, one other aunty by name Shantha used to come and stay with us to help in household course. One day while giving bath to me she pinched me on my stomoch , I was only 4 years old then, but I did not like the way she treated me, and never I made friendship with her all through my life till I attained 18years, when I went to her house once, and then she took care of me very well then only I started to like her. Till then I avoided her so much. The angels of the little children all ways look into the face of the Father, thus saith Our Lord, Jesus Christ. If we hurt them God will take revenge on us. Our children used to have a school Drill master, he used to beat the little children so severely, once my daughter told me that in the picnic when his Telugu novel was not found he made all those 7 year old children to stand in the blazing sun for hours together. Nobody dared to to question him because he had such a big mouth he shouts at any one. One day we suddenly heard that he got a stoke in the play ground and fall on the floor. Since then he was crippled and could not do his job till he died after 8 or 10 years. Even this aunty was not blessed with children, she suffered so much but at last she came to know of God , and realized her mistakes . I all ways believe that the little children are the sign of God to me, They come and cheer me up in unexpected places and in unexpected ways. I am not saying that God will punish all the people who mistreat children, but I am sure this one thing God would not tolerate because He loves children much more than any one. When He was on this earth, He hugged them, blessed them, and said only unless we become like those children we would not enter His kingdom. Children loved Him so much, and they were the one who praised Him on palm Sunday before he entered into Jerusalem for the last passover.
Games and playing in childhood.
2013// Today I went out for a walk along with Jessica, it was hardly five or six houses away, but we had a lot of fun while walking.
she talks non-stop tells me everything as if I am a little kid, I feel its nice to be treated as a kid sometimes, wah, she was telling me that I should not walk on the road but only on the foot path, for which i exclaimed and pretended as if I come to know of that new piece of information just then.
She cautioned me not to walk near the water holes, and I should be very careful there. later she picked a number of acorns telling me that she would like to plant them and see how they grow into a tree.
I told her she better take a little seed and plant and see how it grows. The acorns were in the dried up flowers, so she was so excited to see them, saying that she never knew that the acorns will be in the flowers like that. we had a nice inspection of different flowers all through the foot path,
I told her we used to play with marbles the play named "Gachchangayalu" and showed her how I could play the same game with the acorns.
she was astonished the way i played by throwing an acorn into the air and picking another one from the table and also catching the acorn in the air at the same time.
I told her we used to play the same game with tamarind seeds, and with nice stones, and also marbles and with gray colour seeds which just look like acorns in our area.
She was so happy to know that and asked me whether i was playing that game with my dad, i told her ,no it was was with my friends.
It was really nice to recollect all those old childhood plays once again and playing them with my grand child.
We also used play a game called Dhadi, where we used to make chekers on the ground, with a chalk piece, if it is in the sand we used to make the pattern of the game with our feet. we have to jump and play that game all the time. It was the most wonderful game.
and another game Ashtachemma, and also dhadi sitting on the floor. we used to play hours together, and another game called Vaikunta pali, that is the present day "Ladder and snakes" game like.
We used to play carems, cards, and dhagudu muthalu,
and many others. I used to have a lot of clothe pieces for my toys. Most of the time the we were making them of with the palm tree leaf, or some times wood toys too, we used to have one male and female toy we used to dress them differently with the clothes we have and perform marriages to them.. and used to bring some rice and cook on a three stone oven. without the knowledge of our parents.
I learned to prepare kites and so me and my friend Manorama used to fly them and enjoy a lot. me and my another friend Sobha used to have a lot of fun on summer afternoons, when elders were taking rest in the home we both used to sneek out and throw little stones at the palm trees and get nice tasty ripened Eetha kayalu. and chinthakayalu, and seema chintha kayalu.
These trees are in and around our compound. some times we used to make paper boats and see them how they travel in the puddles of the rain water in front of our house.
Once when I was in my fifth class I read a story book , in fact I was reading books right from my 4th classon wards, like chandamama, and many story books which were braought by guests to our home. those stories were about the Bhoja raju kadhalu, and Bethala kadhalu, every month we used to get chandamama to home, in one of the story book i read one of the prince became a stone and could not move, then another princess found him as a stone and she cut her finger and poured that blood on the statue of the prince and he became alive.
This i liked very much and I thought it was true, so I took my toy prince and pricked my little finger with a needle and rubbed that blood on it. Alas nothing happened, I was really really disappointed .
In our school we used to have a lot of green ground, so we used to roll on over it make our clothes so dirty. we used to play Sthambala aata too. On our way home from school there was a tall tree with white flowers with a long tail , we used to pick them in our frocks, and we used to make long garlands, by plaits of those tails, we used to call them Thokamalli puvvulu. My mom used to take the seeds of pumpkin and rub kachchika podi and spread them on cheta, and dry them on the top of the roof, after two days, we used to sit and open those seeds and eat the inside pappu, it was so tasty.
Life was full of mysteries, we used to make fans with palm leaves and run on the streets so that they can whirl round and round.
Later I learned cycling, in our town Machilipatnam., only me and daughter of the District judge used to cyle to school, The judges bungalow was in three acres of land, whereas ours was in half an acre only, she was such a beautiful girl, we both studied in Lady yampthil school in Bandar, another name for machilipatnam.
Real play time I had had when I was in the 4th class on wards to 9th class, i.e., from 9 years to 13 years of age.
we used to play many other games like Chemma Chekka, oppula kuppa voyyari bhama, vaana vaana vallappa, gudi gudi gunjam, kaalla gajji ,dhadi ashtachemmata, carems, cards, collecting guru ginjalu, so on and so forth. and even once i made dung cakes along with my friend shoba to put them on muggulu in front of our house. We used to wake up early in the morning and wait for the cows to cross over our ground, and waiting for the dung of them we both used to run to them and bring them to make small balls and keep them on the muggu we made in front of our house with some flowers on them. and in the evening we used to take them and hit them on a wall , and make a hole in between them. later when they were dried, we used to make them into a dung garland to burn them to a special festival called Bhogi,
she talks non-stop tells me everything as if I am a little kid, I feel its nice to be treated as a kid sometimes, wah, she was telling me that I should not walk on the road but only on the foot path, for which i exclaimed and pretended as if I come to know of that new piece of information just then.
She cautioned me not to walk near the water holes, and I should be very careful there. later she picked a number of acorns telling me that she would like to plant them and see how they grow into a tree.
I told her she better take a little seed and plant and see how it grows. The acorns were in the dried up flowers, so she was so excited to see them, saying that she never knew that the acorns will be in the flowers like that. we had a nice inspection of different flowers all through the foot path,
I told her we used to play with marbles the play named "Gachchangayalu" and showed her how I could play the same game with the acorns.
she was astonished the way i played by throwing an acorn into the air and picking another one from the table and also catching the acorn in the air at the same time.
I told her we used to play the same game with tamarind seeds, and with nice stones, and also marbles and with gray colour seeds which just look like acorns in our area.
She was so happy to know that and asked me whether i was playing that game with my dad, i told her ,no it was was with my friends.
It was really nice to recollect all those old childhood plays once again and playing them with my grand child.
We also used play a game called Dhadi, where we used to make chekers on the ground, with a chalk piece, if it is in the sand we used to make the pattern of the game with our feet. we have to jump and play that game all the time. It was the most wonderful game.
and another game Ashtachemma, and also dhadi sitting on the floor. we used to play hours together, and another game called Vaikunta pali, that is the present day "Ladder and snakes" game like.
We used to play carems, cards, and dhagudu muthalu,
and many others. I used to have a lot of clothe pieces for my toys. Most of the time the we were making them of with the palm tree leaf, or some times wood toys too, we used to have one male and female toy we used to dress them differently with the clothes we have and perform marriages to them.. and used to bring some rice and cook on a three stone oven. without the knowledge of our parents.
I learned to prepare kites and so me and my friend Manorama used to fly them and enjoy a lot. me and my another friend Sobha used to have a lot of fun on summer afternoons, when elders were taking rest in the home we both used to sneek out and throw little stones at the palm trees and get nice tasty ripened Eetha kayalu. and chinthakayalu, and seema chintha kayalu.
These trees are in and around our compound. some times we used to make paper boats and see them how they travel in the puddles of the rain water in front of our house.
Once when I was in my fifth class I read a story book , in fact I was reading books right from my 4th classon wards, like chandamama, and many story books which were braought by guests to our home. those stories were about the Bhoja raju kadhalu, and Bethala kadhalu, every month we used to get chandamama to home, in one of the story book i read one of the prince became a stone and could not move, then another princess found him as a stone and she cut her finger and poured that blood on the statue of the prince and he became alive.
This i liked very much and I thought it was true, so I took my toy prince and pricked my little finger with a needle and rubbed that blood on it. Alas nothing happened, I was really really disappointed .
In our school we used to have a lot of green ground, so we used to roll on over it make our clothes so dirty. we used to play Sthambala aata too. On our way home from school there was a tall tree with white flowers with a long tail , we used to pick them in our frocks, and we used to make long garlands, by plaits of those tails, we used to call them Thokamalli puvvulu. My mom used to take the seeds of pumpkin and rub kachchika podi and spread them on cheta, and dry them on the top of the roof, after two days, we used to sit and open those seeds and eat the inside pappu, it was so tasty.
Life was full of mysteries, we used to make fans with palm leaves and run on the streets so that they can whirl round and round.
Later I learned cycling, in our town Machilipatnam., only me and daughter of the District judge used to cyle to school, The judges bungalow was in three acres of land, whereas ours was in half an acre only, she was such a beautiful girl, we both studied in Lady yampthil school in Bandar, another name for machilipatnam.
Real play time I had had when I was in the 4th class on wards to 9th class, i.e., from 9 years to 13 years of age.
we used to play many other games like Chemma Chekka, oppula kuppa voyyari bhama, vaana vaana vallappa, gudi gudi gunjam, kaalla gajji ,dhadi ashtachemmata, carems, cards, collecting guru ginjalu, so on and so forth. and even once i made dung cakes along with my friend shoba to put them on muggulu in front of our house. We used to wake up early in the morning and wait for the cows to cross over our ground, and waiting for the dung of them we both used to run to them and bring them to make small balls and keep them on the muggu we made in front of our house with some flowers on them. and in the evening we used to take them and hit them on a wall , and make a hole in between them. later when they were dried, we used to make them into a dung garland to burn them to a special festival called Bhogi,
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