Really do not know how to write to express my feelings. So, I firstly I would like to warn the reader for going through a really amateurish blog in the world of most professional ones.
To start with, I was not sure as to what I should be writing here - unless I got reminded of my childhood - there are many merry memories that are coming into my mind so just tried to type them down -

The first incident relates back to the time when I was 2-3 yrs old. I get reminded of Sundays, when I used to wake up in the morning to start with breakfast duly prepared by my mother. I still remember me sitting on the pram and my mother feeding me singing songs (mostly written by Tagore) or reciting out poems for kids (by Tagore,Kazi Nazrul Islam and some other modern poets of the time) and occasionally moving the pram to and fro so that I do not get bored of sitting in one place. My breakfast session used to get followed up by the most interesting (and perhaps the most exciting) session of watching a train. The journey to view a train comprised of me,my father and off course my lovely tricycle red in color. I used to love everything about it - the company of my father, his words, the tricycle,the stray dogs, the birds,the passersby (whoever I knew) - I used to laugh at them in my mind for missing the beautiful sight that I am about to watch. After 2-3 minutes of cycling, we used to reach the place, with an excitement that I cannot express in my words. Then after waiting for may be 10-15 minutes there, the classic and most lovable sound is heard (the silence breaking sound of the rail horn perhaps used to attract me the most) followed by the green compartments moving like obedient kids in a queue. I do remember, I used to come up a question everyday and my father patiently used to answer them.

The second incident relates back to the period when I was a bit older (8-9 yrs may be). When there was a mega serial shown on the TV every Sundays - The Mahabharata. We, the kids, used to watch them with great eagerness and tried to enact the roles after the serial is over. As a kid, I remember, buying bows and arrows and playing a role in The Mahabharata in the house with one of my obedient cousin who grew up just like my little sister. We had a big balcony in front of our house where we used to enact the roles of Bheema/Arjuna (perhaps these two characters are most heroic to attract kids). Throwing arrows against unknown enemies/demons. Not only this, we sometimes used to play Ramayana (playing The Hanuman was always an attraction for us),Labh-Kush and even sometimes different Kings that used to attract us when watching them on the Television sets. I recently, heard about some really good computer games that ignites the virtual reality in the world with the help of Xbox,Playstations etc. But I wonder if they give the same feeling that we used to feel after playing such games of imagination.

I have a friend who used to tell when asked about how he fared in an exam - 'I do not know, but I am definitely satisfied that I was able to scribble throughout the whole duration.' Perhaps this is the answer that I will be giving after writing the blog. I would request the readers not to award me with a zero please.