Have seen “chiller party” recently, very exemplary movie and reminded me my child-hood periods.
We have spent earlier 11yrs of my life in much wedded region of my town( Dhrangadhra, Gujarat ), and then my mom-dad debated about our future and transferred to batter place in same town. I need to submit, those days were auspicious days of my life, street was our amusement ground, people were poor but they had a great heart. Now days, everywhere streets looks full with cars and bike parking but in that era none of us had cars/bikes so it looks wide and we used to play everything ( cricket,kabbadi,chor-police..etc) in street only.
We have spent earlier 11yrs of my life in much wedded region of my town( Dhrangadhra, Gujarat ), and then my mom-dad debated about our future and transferred to batter place in same town. I need to submit, those days were auspicious days of my life, street was our amusement ground, people were poor but they had a great heart. Now days, everywhere streets looks full with cars and bike parking but in that era none of us had cars/bikes so it looks wide and we used to play everything ( cricket,kabbadi,chor-police..etc) in street only.
I reminded that 1 BHK villa, and gali buddies. This was the place from which I won my first price or race, today I want to share those moments -
I was in 1st standard, one day papa entered with 3 wheel kids cycle, but it was wrecked and parted numerous place. Mom has started yelling on papa, not to mention that papa has grabbed it from junk ( bhangar wala). Next day, papa got it to his workshop and renovated that cycle. I constantly had a question what papa scheming in workshop but after that day I grasped that he is fixing peoples broken iron stuff (blacksmith work), cycle now looks fully drivable. I was very joyful on that minute, after that day, cycle became my private vehicle. I begun to drive it for anything like getting milk and house hold stuff from provision store… and within few days it became my best friend. I used to drive fast and my vital body also favoring me to do so.
One day papa had seen public notice on town’s big cross ( Rajkamal chowk), it was regard 3 wheel kids cycle competition on 26th JAN event. Papa immediately registered my name and within few days Whole Street came to know about my partaking.
Competition day came, whole street gathered outside my home and we all proceeded to our playground ( Zalawad ground) with my cycle. Numerous cycles and Childs like me were there. I was vivacious in gazing others, I did not attend even single world of rules that counselor had given. When race started, others started driving and at that time someone behind me drag my cycle with full force and tell me to drive LALA( my pet name).. Race started and I also started with my full potency. I did not know where to finish but just started and at the end someone has halted me and picked me that was moment I came to know that race finished and I won it ! . As a price, I got brand new cycle. I drove it from ground to our street and whole our street guys were shouting behind me. It was fabulous moment for me, I loved it!!
Next day onward, I started to drive that new cycle but somehow I didn’t sense it as comfortable as old one hence I again shifted to that old one. We didn’t have much space in home so that we could carry both cycle, mom had noticed that I am not using new one so she decided to sell it someone in street and with that money they brought new clothes for me.
My old cycle was with me throughout my child life and it shared some time with my younger bro and even my nephews :) !
