My Publicized Life

It seems so long ago now. Those years of blissful freedom, when my days were filled with fun and laughter and I used to revel in the simple pleasures of life, like sharing a cup of Irani chai and 'biskoot' at Paradise with three other classmates, footboarding on an RTC bus all the way to Charminar, only to footboard all the way back on the next return bus...those prof-teasing, college-bunking, basketball-playing, watching-blue-film-at-Lamba-theatre days. All thats left now is slowly fading memories and long lonely hours of wistful yearning. It is in an attempt to relive these fond memories of an innocent childhood, that I embark on a series of 'Teenage Tales' posts, each of which will serve to highlight a significant episode of my adolescent days. The first in the series - Learning to Ride. The first unsteady steps As any boy worth his salt will attest, his first bike-riding lesson is one of the most enthralling events that life has to offer. It is normally preceded by

Funny when I look back...my only intention in starting this blog was to maintain a travelogue of sorts. To have something to show the grandkids many years later, when I become a doddering old wreck and they keep stealing my dentures repeatedly. Then I'd point a bony, trembling finger at them and say "Yesh, I may need denturesh now, but when I wash a young man, I did sho many thingshs...conquered the highesht peakshs and shwam the depthshs of the oceanshs" and then point them to http://kaushik578.blogspot.com so they would be suitably humbled, and creep back to my room with a heavy heart and replace the dentures. I am, of course, making the obvious assumption here that I will at some point, before I produce grandkids, graduate from gallavanting around the neighbourhood to doing some serious travel. All for the sake of my dentures. Well, that was the idea when I started, but soon decided to move on to ramblings of a more general nature...and I enjoyed doing it. Always had