simpler times!

Things were pretty much simpler in the good old days when one plus one meant two. I grew up thinking all judges looked just like my late dad, that was then though. It just surpasses beyond all possible  rational reason as to why i had such a ridunculous notion popping up in the so little head of mine.

As a kid, i was fairly a naughty boy who ended up most of the time getting a good amount of spanking from my dad on saturday evenings.The beating usually occurred as a result of my unheeding nature to dads repeated warning to be home on time. Dad would tell me,' be home by ',and i would always end up reaching home at 7 or more and to the welcome of my dads'  "Brangpa". Call me weird but i miss those beatings, probably shaped me to be who i am right now. Not that i turned in some kind of sadistic introverted person who is mentally traumatised. I believe those every good lash i had on my bum had good intentions into shaping my future.The way i put it sounds very debatable  and corny but believe me  those were the simpler times.
The way i portray my father sure seemingly makes anyone into believing that he was a badman with bad temper. Ok, he was short tempered but not a badman.This i came to know during the later part of my growing up after he had retired, all he meant was to be good  and like all responsible fathers it was a way of protecting me from deviating towards bad life choices. The part where i became a close confidante and a friend  of my late father is a different story so lets skip that part for now .

All in all it makes you wonder why i particularly chose to write about how i got beat up most of my prepubertal and pubertal life and how that really sounded the "simpler times". Here is what i think, i woke up early in morning (courtesy to my dads' morning prayer recitals), food was on the table then went to classes ( usually consisted of the first two periods), bunked the rest of the day to the river side learning how to swim and fish at times, came totally exhausted for the last period and headed home.There was not a thing in the world that worried me  more than the thought of meeting my friends the next day. It still brings a smile on my face when i reminisce those good old days.