hellooo

.............hello to me....yeah to me...writing this to myself...for my space...

just sitting and just typing away few words if that means nething. well this is titled helllo coz this blog contains my childhood days . when i said hello to the world. when i was born i dont remember that but than my earliest memories of myself is lying on the bed and staring out of the window ...trying to discover the world..i remember looking at the pine tree in our compound...well that time it seemed gigantic to me..well thats my earliest memory ....i dont remember how old i was but then i was really really small.....i dont remember wat i was thinkin or was i thinkin at all...dont remember nething..just that i was lying n lookin at the tree....well i really am amazed at times how our mind works....or how just some incidents remains in our mind like photographs...
the other memories of mine our when i was a little older...i was at my grandmas house in cal...i was with my cousins who had come down from canada n they were trying to converse with me..but i hadnt started my schooling so i didnt know english..n forget understanding the heavily accented ones..i was trying to figure out wat they were saying....but somehow they in their accented english n me in my bengali foundout a unique way of conversation...they wanted to act out a fairytale for our parents but i didnt have a clue wat the story i s abt n wat im supposed to say ....neway i was made the tree ..i was just supposed to say "shake my apples..shake my apples" at the rite cue..well that was my first taste with acting...a role of a tree...later on wen i started going to school n reading fairytales..i understood the story ..n my part....
i must have been 3-4 yrs...we used to stay in a joined family..my grandpa was around 88 yrs then..he was still agile and had a sharp memory ....he used to keep this hajmola bottle in a cupboard which was almost equal to his age next to h is bed....we all cousins were always tempted to steal it...while my cousins n sister stole hajmolas from the cupboard ..i used to go with an innocent face to my grandpa n ask him to give me one...he used to feel happy that i was atleast decent enuf to ask..so happy he used to tell me take one..but little did my granpa knw that instead of one i used to take 5-6...while my cousins used to steal just one.....c i was improving on my acting...which got better with time......