Life was great as such....the best of schooling was a foregone conclusion for the army kids. Convents took us in willingly. The army had great respect, besides my dad was amazing in dealing with the school authorities and always would go out of the way for our future and happiness. However, a sense of inferiority started creeping in....in Sahajanpur in particular.The root was comments by my mother about my inadequacies and comments about the capabilities of my brother and sister. This is a sensitive period in the life of a growing child and probably was training ground for me. I certainly attempted to avoid that while nurturing my children. Being a mother is demanding and needs a lot of wisdom. Anyway....that also passed into the deeper recesses of the mind and life moved on. The mind has a habit of storing, irrespective of its usefulness or destructive nature. But I was always foolish, took things at face value and surprisingly continue to do so even today! In Dehradun, under a misconception about a senior friend....a guy chasing her each time we commuted in the school bus and her expressing disgust (while actually she was thrilled) made me stand up for her and speak up like an idiot to the guy.....boy! Did I get the wrath of the admirer....they painted the entire Clement Town walls with bitchy stuff about me! I was horrified and holed up in my house! My masi was in town....mom and masi went around the colony and got the orderly to cover it all with paint! That, I now realize was a trailer or sample of much worse and the most horrific character assassination which wrongly stuck on for ages and had an on-going impact in my life and its decisions! They say, situations occur due to Destiny and charter a path.........something breaks to make something......even if it was my heart! It broke many years later, but for now my mom handled things in her pragmatic way and life was back to normal!
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