2nd November 1965

A Legend Is Born,

On 2nd November 1965 a normal occurrence happened at the Talwar Nursing Home in New Delhi. Just like many newborns, He was born with the umbilical cord entangled around his neck. A nurse said that it was by the blessings of Hanuman and that he would be a very lucky child. He don’t know if he believe in it but it is the one thing he was told by his parents about my birth that he remember.
They lived in Rajinder Nagar, He even remember the house number it was F-442. He have vague memories of his playschool, he think it was called Tiny Tots and was right next to their house.
After playschool he began his formal education at St. Columba’s High School, New Delhi. It was near Gole market, run by Irish brothers who believed in discipline and a very high standard of education.
He can recall his first day and the teacher who interviewed him, Mrs. Bala, asked him to tell her what his father’s profession was. And at that point his father had a transportation business, he had seen him dealing with tempos, trucks, etc. He believed anyone having anything to do with vehicles was a driver. So he replied that his dad was a tempo driver. Mrs. Bala told him that he had very cute dimples and then asked him to kiss her. That was his first kiss. Oh yes, and he was admitted to the school.
They were given black and golden stars for their behavior and test results. Five black stars meant lying across Mrs. Bala’s lap and getting spanked three times, he think. Being quite naughty he was spanked a lot. He wish the same treatment was meted out to him even now. Looking back one realizes that what one thought punishment was actually quite pleasurable.
Overall his early years of schooling were quite wonderful. He had his share of spanking, and was often made to stand in the corner with his finger on the lips. He was forced by his teacher to learn how to swim by being thrown into the water and expected to survive with gallons of water in his stomach, eyes and ears. Till date he hate swimming and his teacher for subjecting him to this torture. But all said and done he love all his teachers. They were very kind and sweet. He guess the essence of one’s life is developed during these formative years. And he feel he had the best formative years because of the nice teachers he had.