A tryst with destiny took me to Assam. Luck was that I was born in an army background.
My father a retired army officer, Was posted there. We were posted on top of the hill and at a place where it was green all over with loads of tea gardens loads of greenery and fresh air . We went to school all in a 3 Ton an army vehicle which took us two hours to reach Tezpur where my school was. There was no TV no smart phones then. The scenic beauty the smell of tea leaves awakened our senses. My first crush also there My father junior who we as children called Maharana Pratap as he had big moustaches. Me and my best freind Shally both used to love to box with him , he also had a punching bag and we were kids then. The beauty of Assam was in its simplicity, in tea gardens in their traditional dance called Bihu. My sister was the head girl of the school in Tezpur and me the naughty one who she got maximum complaints of. I was very fat then but good in Kabbadi and other sports too.
As we were in an army area even to get a pen and pencil we had to go very far to a place called Rangpada. We used to sit in a jonga that is an army vehicle and go which used to take us two hours. As my father was a Brigadier people saluted him , I being naughty one asked sentry to salute me too for which I got firing of my life from my father who was very disciplined . The discipline , manners, etiquette one gets from being an army kid is immense, at the same time the sacrifices of army people and their wives cannot be forgotten.
Many times we also went to a party hosted by tea garden people. My what a spread and what houses they were mansions like we read in books. Childhood goes but memories etched cannot be taken. We all have good and bad times but essence of living is to live positively .
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