Childhood BULLies

On my road trip to grandpa’s village this vacation(“Memories of My Home 2”),I noticed this pair of oxes by the roadside,standing,ruminating(I sometimes wonder what do they think,they get ample amount of time,unlike the ever running humans). I stopped to take a snap,and they started fighting as you can see(Photos of the fittest,eh ?)

There are usually two varieties of oxes found here,one is this one and the others are bit smaller but this one holds a special position in my mind.I was not afraid of people as a kid but I had many fears of other stuffs.And oxes were my childhood BULLies 😉

I used to visit Kumbhari(grandpa’s village),every summer,autumn and winter vacation,and I especially enjoyed more without mom or dad (Free at last !) . I was naughty and used to all sorts of odd things.Summers are pretty hot in those parts,with temperature around 42 degrees.In afternoons,the entire household used to take naps.even my 4 year younger cousin but I used to sneak out to upstairs and discover the arcane treasures in the attic.I was more fascinated by story books and there were many chests full of books of all sorts from even my mom’s childhood.Also,there were spiders,bees and other insects for which I was actually prohibited to visit there alone.But there I was covered in dust amidst them engrossed in “how the handsome prince answered the 7 questions put by the beautifully embellished princess” etc.

One day,I was opening a box and a wasp came out and before I could fall back,it stung me on my wrist thrice and the pain and burn,I rushed downstairs and the first aid,medications,scolding that followed is hardly worth mentioning.Evening came and I was carried to the cowshed next to the house.I usually went there for petting the cows and oxes and for,’Yes,Punishment’. Today was no ‘Petting Day’. Every ox and cows were docile but when my uncle carried me and hovered me in air upside down very very close to them,I was intimidated each time to promise anything.In evening,against my small stature,their big shiny eyes and my miscalculations which made them look 20 feet tall,I did make a promise not to open the boxes again,but later on I think I meant not to open them without being careful 😉

The Smaller Ox

Another reason of frequent bullying sessions was over drinking Milk before sleep.Being used to the watery milk,courtesy of our milkman in town,I found the aroma(odor ?) of fresh milk inundating enough to shout in protests.And my lovely bullies(this time cows) were scary enough to teach me a lesson on ‘fresh milk and its benefits’ 😀

Well,I have lost the counts of how many times they scared me,showed their love by rubbing their faces to my hands or their small calves waking me up in morning by licking my feet.Even tying the small bells around their necks is beautiful memory.They are all gone but I am glad that I had a childhood not full of people,shopping malls but also of fields and 20 feet tall adorable bullies 🙂

Thanks for reading this far.I am no raconteur but I write from life itself.I hope you liked this one.Have a Great day 🙂