And with that gap of six months, I have to wait for another academic year to get into a new school, as my previous school holds till Vth std. So, for half the other six months, I'm put in a coaching center for Sainik school of Vizianagaram. That's the creepiest, god damn place on the planet! For the first time ever since I'm self-conscious, there in that hell, I cried of pain, pain off love withered life! If I ever happen to run into head(s) of that coaching insti, I'll sure teach them a good lesson on how and why to behave like humans. I don't want to write more than this. But as you can realize, that's a disgusting and disturbing experience. I remember, my temper, was tested on every stand on a regular basis. They fed it and turned it a monster!
Continuing from where I left here, I was put in a local convent in my village, Bala bharathi school. There were very few students, so all of us sat together without any class/age/sex discrimination. I remember few people like Bhagya Sri, Kanaka Maha Lakshmi and their gang, steeling away my sweets and other edible stuff I took to school :P I used to flee away to home whenever there was a break kind of thing, as my home is very near to that school. There wasn't much difficulty for my parents in getting me to school, as with many kids of my age. It was very informal kind of education there.
Today, I don't exactly remember what's there in my dream; I woke up with a smile, with hints of shy. But I could remember that I was a little kid in that dream. And soon, my thoughts were filled with those days, when I was nothing but everything, innocent but too clever, in a small world that I lived in. So I thought, why not pen them down and see how far I can go? and here I'm, with traces of the earliest footprints of my life.
Whatever the record I have of this period, that is 0 - 5 years of age, most of it is what my mother, relatives and neighbours told me what I was then. Following are the bits I could gather.