A Creative Mind & Soul

It becomes difficult to realize that I have been keeping busy since long; but it’s the truth; the last blog update was on 29 th December’2011. I realized that how badly I missed it. But, no worries, I am back with amazing stories, articles, book & movie reviews and lots more to entertain you. The story of “My experiment with fire” had an overwhelming response and I thought to share another childhood memory of mine. It was during my schooling when we were taught numbers, alphabets, to count of finger, and to identify colours. One fine day in school: Today, teacher taught us to count up to ten and for homework asked us to find how to divide numbers form respective parents. It was logically right that even numbers were something that were easy to divide and were taught first. As I was always a keen learner, I had decided that I would ask my father about the same. Papa was our (my brother’s too) second teacher after school. Primary school got over early at noon. And...

Unlike Mahatma Gandhiji, who took several years of learning and experimenting with the ‘truth’, I look only a few days of my life for ‘my experiment with fire’. Let us see how and what all happened. Thanks to my father’s transferable job that took us to a small city in Madhya Pradesh. Location: Ratlam, Madhya Pradesh Year: 1994 Life was slow there and those times were like that too I believe. We had time for everything. My school was hardly 5 minutes walk from my house.  It was winter of that year, may be month of November, and the nights had started to turn chilly. Nobody likes leaving the warmth from the bed, to go out in such a chilly morning. But, we had the school to attend. So we had to leave the comfort in such cold mornings, to prepare for the daily school. After my mother prepared the Tiffin, she would accompany me and my younger brother to school. Sometimes, my younger brother, ( 3 years old at that time ) would cry and refuse to enter the scho...