IQ , memory ,mind ...
I learnt from my mom and later from book that origin of human IQ is from 9 months to 9 years . So the popular adage runs if those who lack intelligence at the age of 9, they lack it even at 90. Human IQ is closely related to brain . A child can learn poem quickly than an adult or senior person as the power of brain , and the power to memorize is strong in early age than that of late age.
But memory is different from IQ. [= intelligence Quotient]. I am well-known as forgetful, careless person . But I wonder when I retrospect then some events of my very early childhood I can memorize, even when I was less than 2years only!.....................
The age difference between me and my brother is only 2 years .The incident I remember...............
" .....We came back at night [perhaps] from my father's native village ......it was summer .......I woke up at midnight due to pang of hunger ;I came to know perhaps for the first time kick of fasting stomach ....I was surprised to notice that all doors were unusually opened wide at night .... it was moonlit night ;......I was able to see well through the opened door outside the attached veranda and backyard.........
I called again and again ,"ma ,ma!
Sleepy mom replied, 'umm'.....
" I am hungry; give me some food "........
I went on repeating ....getting the 'same' response from mom.
At last mom murmured, 'please wait until morning comes up'.........
My younger brother started to suck breast -milk making sound "chuck,chuk'............
I felt I was thirsty also!
Again I called mom to say that & no response .
Then somehow I managed to get down from the cot and came to the veranda where I saw two earthen pots of water kept in the corner ; I tried first with the smaller one which did not have any water ; then I inserted my hand with glass into the big pot and collected little sedimentary water after trying two three times...... I came back to room .after drinking that much.......insufficient
........ suddenly a crow called 'caw caw'.....
With the high hope that 'desired morning 'has come ....I called my mom again gleefully ,
"ma, ma , wake up ! crow calls, 'wake up'... it is morning ,.......I'am hungry, wake up! give me food "
Sleepy mom replied "morning is yet to approach later ,........come here and lie down .".........
.....I heard only one crow called once ....then silent ....[ was it also cry due to hunger?], .....looking back I saw the moonlit backyard under the clear blue sky!...............
Perhaps I was convinced that I need to lie down and wait for the morning to come .........
I tried to get up on the cot to lie beside mom.......but it was too hard to get up ........it was too high for me to get up ... I don't know howI got down ......I tried and tried.......
. ......the rest was lost ......
I didn't remember what happened after................
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Humiliation
Another event : My father was transferred in Modhupur, Bihar.; he got his accommodation in a neighborhood known as ' Saheb-Bunglow. most of our neighbors were white British people . The Indians in the neighborhood also imitate British lifestyle. I had a sharp feeling that the place was different from the previous town we lived .
I used to go to a friend named Babli's house every afternoon; some other girls used to come to play in their garden. Babli treated me as my boss as I was much junior than her . She loved me as her vassal. Babli was the only daughter. She had two unmarried sisters and a cousin sister . They all loved me.
One afternoon as I went to play , Babli with her family members was going out . She caught my hand and asked her mother to accompany me with them . First I objected ; but it was just upstairs their house; she pulled my hand . They were invited for birthday party of their daughter; perhaps there were some more guests . Babli's family were greeted warmly by the host family .All the guests were chatting , laughing in festive mood ;
I was sensitive ;I was feeling I was not welcomed there ; I should not come as I saw nobody of my family! But Babli caught my hand as soon as I was trying to slip away. Then the host served fancy dishes full of snacks to guests except me ; I felt to run out of the room ; Just then an old lady casting shocked look at me asked her daughter-in-law " O Bouma, please give this cute baby, sitting here with dry face; Aha-ha poor girl!
A disgusted woman gave me unwillingly only rice-porridge in a metal bowl with spoon. I felt extremely humiliated. I was unwanted guest. A sense of 'guilty' to join as uninvited was also hurting me!
Babli was busy to unfurl the packets and look to the gifts. So were the other guests also! I slipped away from the place to my home without anybody's notice! I did not disclosed the event to none at home!
So many years passed over me ; still I carry the feeling as I am writing !
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INSULT
I was then in grade four in Giridih. My father stayed here two and half years,....comparatively long time . My childhood memory centering Giridih was quite rich in diversity and interesting to me. I learnt many things here ! From 8 to 10 and half years were most glorious period of my childhood!
I was a student of grade four in Girls High School which was the number second schooling's my life .The school building and the surrounding compound was larger than that of the # first school.
.Grade four and five were free , no fees but monthly one 'Quarter'. was charged for each student . My two brothers had to give fees as they were in higher class . My mom used to give my brothers and me the "quarter"on the 16 th. of each month as my father had his salary on the 15th of the month. Due to my sister's marriage and festivals perhaps my mom forgot to give me that quarter.
One day after roll call the teacher announced :
"following students are requested to meet the clark in the office as they are defaulters" ; 3girls including me in our class went to the office where I saw some more [2/3 ] girls around the table of the clark.The clark was asking each one to clear the dues. When he turned to me I answered, "Sir I cannot give tomorrow but after the 15 th of the month. He turned his face to me annoyedly , "Why?"
I answered innocently, "Because I can give after my father gets his salary."
"Huh!" "Can't give a quarter in time and coming to school to study!"
I was not ready at all for such thunder!
It was summer ; the passing sun rays of early morning made his ear pink ; he was very fair, tall , short hairstyle like defense soldier ! Other girls turned head towards me and grinned. I wanted to run out of the office but I couldn't. As if my feet was stuck to floor to become statue, in sheer insult!.....I came to class from the office .
The clark's disdain voice echoed throughout the way while coming back to home; .....I noticed my mom while she served me food... .At least 4/5 items, might be more in the plate .......I told nothing to anybody ...... I played in the afternoon ......but that disrespecting voice
ran on ...........
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