Wednesday, October 13, 2010


After my award, *applause*….. (Coming down)……!!!!

I took a long *flashback* through my blog posts and thought
, “man it seems to be written by some self opinionated 30 something teacher”

And that is… aha not happening ….!!!!
 I have kept my blog theme to be life of a student and written only a Lil piece about my life……

So now it’s time readers to get up close and ACADEMIC with Akanksha Singh Gaur. (Yes that‘s my full name but now my we do not use Gaur, it just came out as my enthusiasm!!!)

 I would be doing a series of blog posts somewhat like a mini biography or diary to let every one know about me… hopefully you will enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing and also living it!!!!!


Akanksha Singh fell from heaven straight into the nurse’s lap (technically,) first  and vis-à-vis to her parents .This was the first and the last child my parents had ,after  experiencing “Akanksha Singh” they were not in the position to have the repeat telecast. The world would have been a better place if there had been more like me…. Never mind!!!

DATED:  APRIL 1993 A.D        TIME: MORNING***     DAY:???                             PLACE: JAMMU                 AGE: 2 YEARS AND 9 MONTHS   
 Supposed to be my first day at school but I don’t have memory of this day!!!! My mother taught in the same school… so she became “MAM/ MISS” in campus and “MOM” off-campus

NOW …..Cut to:
DATED: AROUND 1994 AD           TIME:??:??          DAY:????      
PLACE: JAMMU (phew!!! I knew this)     AGE: 3             CLASS: JUST PROMOTED TO LKG

Disclaimer; I don’t have memories of these incidents. These were narrated to me by my parents. These are a series of true events.

My first nick name was “gulu” ,( DON’T LAUGH) and suddenly there had come a new tailor ji named *gulu*( YEAH OK LAUGH!!!)   in our colony,…………..
 My mum‘s immediate ninja move: nick name changed to Anki
Which also happens to be the nick name of my 4th cousin brother, 
( named ankur), but that doesn’t bug my parents as he is my brother, when we are both together in the same room we are referred as male/female ankiz , **bugzzz me**

 so ahemm  coming back to the D-DAY , my papa had noticed that I had maintained a strange kind of an attraction toward our old soon-to-be-disowned black and white tv , I would (figuratively, of course) go inside the TV set to watch my favorite sitcom, then Hum Paanch. So he guessed may be I should see an ophthalmologist (eye doctor). The doctor one of the best in our city hid a great laugh seeing a 3yr old patient. He handed me over to a junior/intern/still a student/ probably first case/ person and started chatting with my father..  Then he or was it she?? Never mind, checked my eye sight “minus 5” was the answer!!!
 So this junior/intern/still a student/ probably first case/ person were shocked he hadn’t seen this in his entire medical career.. Really he might not have!!!
This junior/intern/still a student/ probably first case person goes to his senior to come and recheck now… that nearly senior/a little more experienced than the junior/intern/still a student/ probably first case/ person comes with the same answer minus 5. So in this way they all go to their respective seniors, when finally the case comes to the doctor who had laughed.. And BINGO he also got the same answer.

Conclusion: I started wearing specs/glasses!!!

*   Mom and dad .. : shattered.

Papa took a 2 day holiday from office made an ayurvedic medicine, the recipe given by some vaidya ji (ayurvedic doctor) which tasted like sand but had reduced my power from minus 5 to minus 2 in a span of 4 years but I couldn’t continue it…. It tasted horrible!!!

*   Others : shocked

*   My classmates: what is that on your face????
                                  : “my granny wears these” LOL

*   The notorious kid in my class: “see mum she tops in our class and she wears glasses, if I top I’ll also have to wear glasses, like her!!!”


 DATED: 1996                   TIME, DAY-????? CHUCK IT!!
   PLACE: JAMMU              AGE: 4

My first appearance on stage:………………………………..DISASTER!!

I was asked to recite a poem.. And I forgot the poem……………………

Same year…

Me: (sadly) L:  my eldest tau ji expired!( though  I had never met him)

Friend (aged 3 and confused):  what’s tau ji??(She was Kashmiri, never knew Hindi words)

Me: my dad’s elder brother, he expired!!

Friend: expired????!!!! Wow that’s nice!!

Me (glaring): he died, stupid!!!

Friend: ohh I am very sorry….!!!

DATED: 1996 AD                AGE: 5


Middle of the year…

I came to school with plastic rose flower to give it to my class teacher (to impress her, I was a teacher’s pet.)  

… But she was not there .. Instead it was my mum.. She was my new teacher ,so I gave the flower to her, but at the end of day I took it back from her telling her that it was for my former teacher.. !!!

Same year….

My friends broke up with me because I had brought eggs in my Tiffin to school and  they were pure veggies.. So to them  I became an animal-eating,  most insensitive human being on the face of earth… I cried and went up to my mom/teacher as daughter/student she somehow made the others to make up with me……

*merits of having mum as your teacher*
*All my mom students had known that, I was her daughter so they would
Come to me and pamper me in order to be in good books of my mum…..

 *I always got my mother’s share of chocolates too whenever there was a b’day of any student in school

DATED: APRIL 1997 A.D           AGE: 5 GOING ON 6 

Bye bye- Jammu…. Adieu… I miss you….. Till today ………….

Welcome Patna………!!!!!

So how did you all like it???... .Please do comment that’s my fuel…

Stay tuned for more posts like these this was the first one…... it’s more to come!!!


Anonymous said...

Had fun reading this. I'm a friend of rummuser/ Ramana.


anki said...

thnxx 4 liking it...:)

Srishti said...

good job Anky !!
keep writing....

rummuser said...

There we go with a common hangup. Myopia! I went through the same agonizing experience as a boy and was most embarrassed to be called four eyes! It had its own repercussions later on about which I shall blog one of these days. I got used to it eventually and now I look forward to the day when I will develop cataracts so that they can finally be got rid of. Now I need three pairs, one for long vision, one for reading and one for the computer work. Sad part of being a grand pop.

Anonymous said...

its very difficult to tolerate those kids who laugh at you... i went through the same... loved this post...

anki said...

@gran pop... haha it wasn't really that bad for me i was so little then that i never knew well wht was going on.. if ma frendzz laughed let themm..!!

@shubho thanxxx

Abhishek said...

Nice that you remember your childhood.
I too remember mine still.
But minus 5 was way too high and with that ayurvedic medicine it reduced to minus 2 is a kind of miracle.
You write very well.