When we were children...

Well, atlast after a longtime since i created this blog account, I thought i will start posting atleast by now (That might be a good example for my laziness).
Ok. Here i go..
How many of us have fresh memories of learning new things from your childhood!!! Well .. most of us do remember a lot.. For example.. i remember the days when i started learning to ride bicycle. My uncle got me BSA - Champ (could have noticed in film ANJALI - by Maniratnam Sir) since i insisted. My first day - Grandpa holding the seat and my first push at the pedal, no matter how hard i tried, it did not move a bit and then i felt that the cycle moved without even my leg touching the pedals (ofcourse not in the direction of the path or my eyes) thanks to my grand pa for giving me a small sign of relief. We packed off early and i felt very bad that i couldn't even make my cycle move a bit with my efforts. That night after dinner, my grandpa sat by my side and started explaining how to drive a bicycle. I remember, he started like this, "How do you feel?" and i bursted in tears and in disbelief i said, "I can't even move it." He jus said "Go to sleep. I will take you out tomorrow"

The next day my grandpa took me out for a walk and showed me the cycles, the bigger ones from the rental shop. He spoke to the owner and i was sitting and watching the street. All i was thinking was "Can i ride a cycle?" and also asked the same to my grandpa as well. He just laughed at me and said, "You can." There was some relief in me. I felt lighter n happy and i did not understand why! Then second day practice , he told me to look straight and have to do one push at the pedal from left and stop and then continue with the right. It was harder but now i was made to believe that i can move that. (Ofcourse thanks to the gentle push from grandpa behind). I was happy, told everyone that i can learn it quickly.

Third day, grand pa sat under a street lamp and asked me to try it alone, but this time it was a sloping ground and i felt very easy and i didn't drop my feet down for few successive pedals. He gave me a chocolate and said try from the other end. By this time i got the idea of when to push harder (though i fell down twice and had few scratches that day) and i was really enjoying.

Now when i think back, i realise my grandpa did not teach me how to ride but he gave me the first confidence that "I too can ride!"

Always believe in yourself. If you think you need a gentle push, you can visit my blog. Ofcourse i am not sure when i will publish my second post (thanks to my laziness.)