A few firsts in life

Just trying to list down some of the few firsts in my life. Some are endearing, some are embarassing and some show how naive I was. But well, that is how life is. We don't have a school where they really teach us every other thing. We have to learn a lot on our own way. Of course, I do not remember my first step and all, but there are some events which I really remember and in a way might have shaped my growth. I will try to be chronological and also, will try to have categorise them into endearing and embarrassing (for lack of better word).


First beating:
Endearing: The first real beating that I remember is when my mom hit me after I apparently misbehaved at a family friends house. I mean all I did was to just ask them to serve us with some food (as guests are supposed to be treated) and then also asked where is tea after the snacks. Ok... Adults think it is bad habit and my mom had just told them that I don't like biscuits (which was true) but it was no excuse for me not to empty the tray :-)
Embarassing: This is so embarassing but I am so past that and grown. In college, before my real entry to philosophy or spirituality or questioning existance as it is (whatever you want to call) I was like a tapori. Pretty foolish and really naive. So here I was telling one of my friends that the mother of one guy in our group is not exactly well-behaved. As if that was not a great mistake, I thought I will do another small one. I said that I am going to propose to the girl who another guy in our group likes. Ohhh! What an error? So the next day it looks all normal and then the group decides to go near the railways tracks where it is all peaceful. I go along without any hint as to what is going to hit me (and hit it really did). As soon as we reached there, the guy (one with the mother) just slapped me and I still remembered looking at the girl (whom I was going to propose) staring at me along with the other girls. My eyes were already welled up. I lost count of how many slaps I got . End of the day, I was shameless enough to go back to the group as if everything is sorted our. But luckily, it turned out to be an important day of my life as I started alienarting myself from the group and being more alone. I think I was more active than I have ever been. Really, sitting below the pillar, looking at the girl I really loved and then looking at all those people around, seeing and observing lives and as my bro handed over Fountainhead to me... Great little warrior was born! Life has never been the same ever since.

First time on the pedal:
Actually, here it is only endearing as my bro used to take me double seat in out little tricycles when I was 3 or 4 years old in our verandah. Then he used to always take me along with him to the school or many other evenings just cycling to the kabrastaan 'hindi word for cemetery'(where we were scared and would remind us that we are not supposed to look back and call out "Chal aa na (Come, let's go)" as even the ghost will come with us). Then my bro also was the one who taught me to ride a bicycle in the ground in front of Jiten Apts.

First love:
Ohh! Ask my bro or my mom who till date says that I was in kinder garten when I got down from the rickshaw and hugged a girl (who too was in kindergarten) tright in front of our apartment. But to be honest, I do not remember it at all. And as I was always too old for my age, I do remember crushes when I was in school but if I have to remember my first love ever, it has to be Vijetha (name changed or not changed to protect identity). I still remember standing on the terrace of Advance Classes and then V turning up there and saying"Hye Abhinesh, I asked Ramitha if she likes some one..." Well,, although I remember the what I want to say is the feeling I had after the following. Once she fisnishes what she had to inform me, she is about to go back to other girl friends when she asks me "Akela hain kya(Are you alone)"and I say "Haa, Company degi kyaa? (Yes, will you give me some company)" and then a little hesitation, a little thought process and then she comes and stands next to me. That was the moment, the time when I felt and knew the wonderfull emotion we all have learnt to call "Love". V, as I have already told you, Thanks so much. Just to add, it was my first love and it went unrequited.

First Interview and Job:
Hmm... My first interview. I still remember that it was for a call centre execfutive of Hotline paging company. I went there with a false confidence assuming that I will get a job. But then, could I be more wrong? There were about 60-70 people for the Job for 5 openings. I went through the first 2 rounds but then failed. And this was to be the story of my life, till I succesfully passed and secured a job. That was after I had been rejected by 16 firms. Thanks again, because maybe otherwise I would have been staying in that bubble where survival and the daily fight for it seemed very easy and very normal. Great Little Warrior grew more and more strong and really proud that I was able to find my footing. At the time of writing this, I am working for one of the biggest firms on Wall street (of course, the B'Lore division) and been there for 6 years.

Then there are many other firsts in my life like my house, my 16 Inch TV (from my first real salary), my scooter, my first mobile and yes of course, the first time a girl loved me back (and probably the only who could ever love me). It would be really a big blog, I have to write abt this here. About my Lady, Ohh so bright!!. What can I say, just read my poems and you will see her in many.