Second incident took place in month of final examination of the 9th standard in year 1992. I was fed up with existing examination system which is based on memory taste. I was having very stupid thoughts. I was not seeing any promising and challenging life ahead.
I decided not to appear for exams. so I took another chance. I ran away from home second time. It was before the final exam. This time I taken a bicycle ride. we had two bicycle at that time. One was use by father and another used by me and my elder brother. BSA SLR was the model. learning from my previous experience I have saved money for my next adventure. It was sufficient to travel to my village. I had chosen the safe passage.
I ride the bicycle up to 'Pune'. I had left the home from in the evening. around 6.00 p.m. I reached 'Panvel' by 9.00 pm. I had taken cup of coffee at Hotel 'Dattaguru' next to panvel S.T. bus depot. Next stop was 'Khopoli'. Panvel to Khopoli distance is 37 km. riding the bicycle in the night is quite dangerous. there was no expressway during 1992. Old Mumbai-Pune highway was very busy. heavy traffic in Ghat as well as on road.
I had taken my dinner at "Maharastra Khanaval" opposite to Khopoli S.T. depot. Looking at my age owner curiously asked me some question, where I am going at this time. I just told him that my father had a stationary shop and I am visiting the "Manashakati Kendra" at Lonavala. he was surprise that at this age I am traveling alone on bicycle. I don't know but after hearing the story he refuse to take money for the dinner. I still don't know no why he didn't took the money from me?
I was tired but I can't stop in one place. so I began riding the bicycle again. next 8 km was very steep "Ghat" area with jungle. even panvel khopoli section was jungle. The Ghat area is quite dangerous and very steep I just ride for next 1 km and I get down from bicycle and start pushing it with my hand and I walked along with it.I reached lonavala by midnight around 12:30 am.
Ghat experience was exciting thrilling and wonderful. traveling alone in ghat, seeing lots of sparkling stars above head. surrounding was quite dark and fearsome. Two traffic police asked me where I am heading. I told them the same story that I am visiting the 'Manashakati Kendra' at lonavala. They had to believe me because if kid is running away from home will not know this information ready. They advice me to take care of my self while going up and beware of trucks. I thanks them and continue my journey.
I tied the bicycle to lamp post inside the S.T. stand. There was not much people on the S.T. depot. I was afraid of going to sleep. Once person asked my where abouts. I told him the same story but maid little variation that I am traveling to "Pune". He was surprised and asked me "Are you not afraid of strangers and thief?" I bluntly told him,"what can thief can still from me?" very little cash and bicycle. Even I told him that I know karate very much. He offered me take a sleep at his house which was behind the S.T. depot. I simply refused to accept his tempting invitation. I don't know but I want to defend my self getting into trouble. I try to take a nap for while. I just rested for next 3 hours.
I started my journey by 5:30 p.m. I don't want to get dehydration. so I have to started early. Just washed my face with water. Carbon was settled on my whole body. So I tied the handkerchief to my head and headed towards Pune. I was physically exhausted but constantly telling my mind I have to ride till next corner. once reached to that place again shifting my focus to next corner of the road. I continue my ride till arrival of Pune.
I have taken different path from "Dehu road" I had travel lots of time to Pune and Sangali during my vacation. I was constantly observing the sign boards and road signs while traveling This observation paid off during my this bicycle ride to Pune. Lonavala Pune section by road is 60 km. I reached Pune by noon. from Pune I took a State Transport bus to Sangali.
The cycle was dump on the top carrier of ST. I had to pay extra-fare for that. I reached "sangli" by evening. I just wondered around the Sangali to Miraj section. Late mid night decided to go to grandmother's place. There was no moon light available to show me the road to my village. I taken judgment of tar road and always try to keep the center of the road. There was no traffic like Mumbai Pune section. In Mumbai Pune section the headlights of passing vehicle was helping me to ride the bicycle but this part of the village was more scary.
I reached my village by midnight 2:30 am. I tried to sleep inside the ST stand. but due to mosquitoes unable to sleep. early morning villagers saw me sleeping inside the stand. Once again some of them identified me. I just told them that I am not recollecting how I reached up till here. again my father visited the village and along with my father we came to Mumbai but via Pune.
Parents are more worried than first incident. This was something new to them. I was in my own world. but was more attentive and more observant then ever before. once I reached Mumbai I have to face teasing from notorious elder kids from our society.
The real life experience will not end here. I ran away from home almost seven times and one failed attempt. two experiences already share with you all. others incident will be posted soon. but all these stupid(calling stupid may be not suitable) adventures given me lots of exposure to lots of things. It was beginning of my new life.
After so many years latter I certainly know that I was in search of something which was not known to me at that time. i.e the stage of frustration. but one thing is sure to avoid your frustration or depression anybody must follow their realistic dreams.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Running away from home
The year of 1992-1993-1994 are most important in my life. I was facing severe frustration. Reading lots of books from childhood. Mind was flooded with adventures and lot more other things. I am curious about almost everything surround me. since childhood I was not seen any healthy competition around me.
During my adolescence I was curious about lots of thing. The teenage is age when you are most curious about the lots of thing. It is time to undergo lots of changes physical and psychological as well. you are in such position that you cannot discuss some issues with anybody. If you speak with your peers they are not mature enough to understand the stray thoughts. There might be few lucky children who get parents as their best friends. but honestly it is very rare to find.
since childhood I had participated in lots of competitions. all most all kind. I was never pressured by my parents to do certain things. Due to my reading habits. My mind was flooded with lots of things. I was in search of something new. something different from others, not a regular.
I was undergone in severe frustration during 1992-93. I was just kid in 9th std. It was the year I broke all conventions and I ran away from home. I was told to bring some stuff from market . Mother told me to get money from her pocket. I had taken extra money from pocket and just landed to my native place. My native place is almost 600 Km away from Mumbai. whole act was out of frustration. I left the home around 7.00 pm in evening. The journey was quite good but under stress. I just travel to Mumbai Central and catch the State transport bus to my Native place.
Next day early morning I landed up in my native place. I visited one big school for help. I made up a story that my uncle brought to this place and left without informing me. I am alone in this world. I want to study further. My uncle is not good person. I don't want to go back with my uncle. The teachers in school treated me very nicely. but they must be having doubt that I had running away from home.
The school head mistress told me that school will give you the admission as well as try for accommodation but I have to produce my previous school leaving certificate. Even they insisted to visit the Advocate near by to finished with other formalities. submitting the affidavit behalf of me. Even they escorted me to advocate. The advocate was young and in his mid thirties. He asked me few questions and told me to write down everything whatever I told him. I don't want to be in big trouble. I just escape from advocates office in excuse of not having a paper for writing. Nobody wants to deal with trouble so he didn't stop me.
I just walk for miles. Constantly thinking about next action plane. even not having a bath so I visited a near by swimming pool to wash of my body. Early morning I was wondering from place to place. In the end of the day I decided to go to my grandmothers home. My grandmother's house was five kilometer away from main city.
I took last local bus to my village. once get down at village I started asking people about providing shelter for me, "I am ready to give a rent." but some villagers recognize me. they deliberately taken me to my grandmother's home. I was acting like stranger to my grandmother.
Telephone was luxury at that time. we didn't have phone at our home. somebody called up our home and inform that I had reached safely to grandmother's home. but I am not remembering anything.
My cousin brother was studying in Miraj. he visited the place in the evening. I acted I don't recollect anything. I was firm on my story.
Next morning my father arrived from Mumbai to the village. seeing my father I deliberately act like fainted on ground. They splash some water on my face. I just opened my eyes and asked typical bollywood style question," Mai kaha hu." I made up another story that I am not remembering anything. "How I reached to native place". although I was lying to depend myself. My parents and relative and others was without choice but accept my version of truth. I travel back home with my father. In psychology this act is known as "Pathological lie" that I came to know in my 11th std. while studying psychology.
After this incident. The news was spread like a fire. everybody was discussing about my mysterious behavior running away from home. I have to face lots of teasing from others. This was first incident of running away from home. It's give me lots of exposure to outside world. The incident took place almost fifteen year back.
During my adolescence I was curious about lots of thing. The teenage is age when you are most curious about the lots of thing. It is time to undergo lots of changes physical and psychological as well. you are in such position that you cannot discuss some issues with anybody. If you speak with your peers they are not mature enough to understand the stray thoughts. There might be few lucky children who get parents as their best friends. but honestly it is very rare to find.
since childhood I had participated in lots of competitions. all most all kind. I was never pressured by my parents to do certain things. Due to my reading habits. My mind was flooded with lots of things. I was in search of something new. something different from others, not a regular.
I was undergone in severe frustration during 1992-93. I was just kid in 9th std. It was the year I broke all conventions and I ran away from home. I was told to bring some stuff from market . Mother told me to get money from her pocket. I had taken extra money from pocket and just landed to my native place. My native place is almost 600 Km away from Mumbai. whole act was out of frustration. I left the home around 7.00 pm in evening. The journey was quite good but under stress. I just travel to Mumbai Central and catch the State transport bus to my Native place.
Next day early morning I landed up in my native place. I visited one big school for help. I made up a story that my uncle brought to this place and left without informing me. I am alone in this world. I want to study further. My uncle is not good person. I don't want to go back with my uncle. The teachers in school treated me very nicely. but they must be having doubt that I had running away from home.
The school head mistress told me that school will give you the admission as well as try for accommodation but I have to produce my previous school leaving certificate. Even they insisted to visit the Advocate near by to finished with other formalities. submitting the affidavit behalf of me. Even they escorted me to advocate. The advocate was young and in his mid thirties. He asked me few questions and told me to write down everything whatever I told him. I don't want to be in big trouble. I just escape from advocates office in excuse of not having a paper for writing. Nobody wants to deal with trouble so he didn't stop me.
I just walk for miles. Constantly thinking about next action plane. even not having a bath so I visited a near by swimming pool to wash of my body. Early morning I was wondering from place to place. In the end of the day I decided to go to my grandmothers home. My grandmother's house was five kilometer away from main city.
I took last local bus to my village. once get down at village I started asking people about providing shelter for me, "I am ready to give a rent." but some villagers recognize me. they deliberately taken me to my grandmother's home. I was acting like stranger to my grandmother.
Telephone was luxury at that time. we didn't have phone at our home. somebody called up our home and inform that I had reached safely to grandmother's home. but I am not remembering anything.
My cousin brother was studying in Miraj. he visited the place in the evening. I acted I don't recollect anything. I was firm on my story.
Next morning my father arrived from Mumbai to the village. seeing my father I deliberately act like fainted on ground. They splash some water on my face. I just opened my eyes and asked typical bollywood style question," Mai kaha hu." I made up another story that I am not remembering anything. "How I reached to native place". although I was lying to depend myself. My parents and relative and others was without choice but accept my version of truth. I travel back home with my father. In psychology this act is known as "Pathological lie" that I came to know in my 11th std. while studying psychology.
After this incident. The news was spread like a fire. everybody was discussing about my mysterious behavior running away from home. I have to face lots of teasing from others. This was first incident of running away from home. It's give me lots of exposure to outside world. The incident took place almost fifteen year back.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Who is Handicap ?
I was in S.Y.B.A. I get a chance to visit ANANDVAN. (Leprosy Rehabilitation Center at Chandrapur in Maharastra). The UNICEF and AUSAID sponsored this programmed. Although these foundations made the funding I was not going to receive any remuneration.
I was informed that there would be group of deaf and dumb students along with normal students. When I entered in the room there was a group of males who were unemployed besides having M.A. and other degrees. I just started the first interactive session and begin with demonstration. After 15 minute a group of almost more than 50 small children entered in the classroom.
I waited for a while and I realize that all of them were deaf and dumb. The situation was challenging for me. It was my first program in front of handicap people. I just make up my mind I saw a black board and chock. I use lots of hand gesture to explain the different parts of planes and concept of lift.
Two or three teachers where standing near to window and in front of door. If children have any difficulty they just making some hand gestures to their teachers and teachers were explaining them with hand language.
I finished my demonstration we come back to our rooms. I just can’t control my emotions. I started crying because in our society we called them Handicap. But I was handicap in front of them. now days instead of "handicap" people prefer to use word "physical challenged" The whole experience give me new perspective to look at life.
I was informed that there would be group of deaf and dumb students along with normal students. When I entered in the room there was a group of males who were unemployed besides having M.A. and other degrees. I just started the first interactive session and begin with demonstration. After 15 minute a group of almost more than 50 small children entered in the classroom.
I waited for a while and I realize that all of them were deaf and dumb. The situation was challenging for me. It was my first program in front of handicap people. I just make up my mind I saw a black board and chock. I use lots of hand gesture to explain the different parts of planes and concept of lift.
Two or three teachers where standing near to window and in front of door. If children have any difficulty they just making some hand gestures to their teachers and teachers were explaining them with hand language.
I finished my demonstration we come back to our rooms. I just can’t control my emotions. I started crying because in our society we called them Handicap. But I was handicap in front of them. now days instead of "handicap" people prefer to use word "physical challenged" The whole experience give me new perspective to look at life.
Make and Fly
It's was after my after S.S.C examination in vacation.I had done aero-modeling course through Nehru Science Center(NSC) in year 1993. In group we totally made four models out of balasa wood (lightest wood in world) and were able to fly them successfully. It is still pleasurable to fly aircraft models. People of any age would love to see aircrafts. Course was for only Ten days.I was under impression that we know things that many people do not know and I am different than others. Giving some kind of psychological kick.
I was about to witness a real wonder in January 1994. Every year Phatak Granthalaya in Parle organise "Majestic gappa" program. They had invited Mr. Khare for Air-show in paper models. I was curious. I went to see the program. It was wonderful. I just fall in love with paper flying models. One specialty is having full control on them. what I learned in NSC was just mare wooden flying bodies but no specific control on them.
The Air-show was great.After the show. I mate Madhav Khare. I express my feelings about the learning Paper flying models. He told me to come to Pune for further assistance. I was not having any pocket money to buy these paper flying model s. I came home and told everything but I was not having any model to show. I take efforts to build the replica from my memory. I used ice cream stick to made my first model.
I have lots of relative in Pune. so I was allow to visit Pune.It's was starting of new era in my life.
I was about to witness a real wonder in January 1994. Every year Phatak Granthalaya in Parle organise "Majestic gappa" program. They had invited Mr. Khare for Air-show in paper models. I was curious. I went to see the program. It was wonderful. I just fall in love with paper flying models. One specialty is having full control on them. what I learned in NSC was just mare wooden flying bodies but no specific control on them.
The Air-show was great.After the show. I mate Madhav Khare. I express my feelings about the learning Paper flying models. He told me to come to Pune for further assistance. I was not having any pocket money to buy these paper flying model s. I came home and told everything but I was not having any model to show. I take efforts to build the replica from my memory. I used ice cream stick to made my first model.
I have lots of relative in Pune. so I was allow to visit Pune.It's was starting of new era in my life.
Agony and disgrace !
I got angry with my school authorities. No teacher was accompanied us to NSC. we felt helpless and facing a problem of not having gate pass. . On request, we were allow to visit to inquiry counter. The people on the counter was very nice to us. We got the info that only last batch have vacancies. The batch is going to start after 30 days. If you would like to enroll? you will get confirmation letter by post. We had small chitchat with our school mate. Only Me and 'Arati Nigudker' filled the form. We got enroll for the course. Other schoolmates had to confirm with their parents. Most of them want to visit their hometown.
I went home with agony and disgrace. Monthly pass was wasted. I told everything to father. He was little skeptical about the confirmation letter. He had already booked our tickets to visit our village. I requested him to canceled my tickets if letter from NSC arrived . I avidly waited for the letter from NSC. I got the letter within 15 days. It was fun to see my name printed on the letter. My first official letter at home.
Ignorance of School Authorities !
My father had taken lots of efforts to make me smart enough to travel alone. He used to tell me lots of things about local trains, indicator,tickets etc. It was boring at that time. I was just a kid in 4th std. I used to argue with him” why are you telling me so many things, I will come to know when I will grown up.” he just smiles at me and next time he will start over again.
I started commuting locals during my 7th std. The occasion of the first vacation hobby course in my life. There was notice about the 10 days course at Nehru Science Center(NSC). There was no course fee. Ten students enroll for the course. It was limit for per school. School authorities told us to go to the NSC on specified date. I told my father about this course. He gave me permission and provided me monthly pass for local train.
I was eagerly waiting for the day of visit. with out schoolmate we had fixed the time for meeting at the gate of the NSC. we gathered outside the gate. we were just enter into the premises. security asked us for letter from NSC. everybody was in shock, I replied that school does not provide us any letters. We were updated with info.
"once school had sent names of selected candidate NSC will send you personal call letter. This call letter will be consider as gate pass during vacation hobby course”
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