My stories Part I

Few days back I was narrating my struggling and definitely the best days of my life when Jhango told me: "Why don't you write all of it?" And I immediately bought his idea. Childhood is the god's greatest gift! I consider myself very very fortunate that when I look back at those days, I don't want to change anything that happened to me in those years.... I lived a perfect dream and I sincerely wish everyone gets the same carefree days of childhood.

So, here is where I start with..From the young age of 3-4, I was extremely competitive(R.G.), chugalkhor and extremely aggressive. I studied till the age of 5-6 years at home bcoz my brother and sister won't take me to school and I desperately wanted to go to school....The reason they used to bunk classes, go under a tree and play cricket and kitkit. My mother fondly recalls an incident when at the age of 4, my father scolded me for not studying tables and in retaliation I actually came back with a stick to beat him instead....! In another incident I was trying to remember the table of 4 and every time I used to commit the same mistake of 4* 9 = 38. My parents asked me to forget it and try out the lesson tomorrow...And I decided to study for the entire night till I slept off saying 4*9 = 38 and that is when I was probably 3-4.

My parents always thought I was too aggressive for my own good. I did not respect my elders especially my elder siblings...Probably I was but then I realize aggression is probably one of the most raw feeling/skills needed for success. Anyways while I was child I was too busy paining my parents and my brother and sister...My sister always used to say "Maine pichle janm mein jaroor koi ghor paap kiya hoga ki tere jaisa bhai mila hai :)) " I really wish over the years she realizes that I was not so bad after all :)

I always loved dreaming and I still do. I wanted to be a collector, an IAS officer. That was the ultimate goal for every one in our family. My relatives used to say "ek IAS ke nikalne se saare family ke 7 vansh ke paap dhul jaate hai". I too had this babudom dream of being a higher ranked govt official than my father and probably an IAS ! He used to say "Study for 4 hours daily and you will become an IAS" and right from the morning I used to impatiently count those 4 hours so that I become an IAS officer as soon as possible and at the same time I can play too.
The one thing I admire in my father is that his motto in life was never "All work and no play". I have fond dreams of my father playing with plastic bat ball, badminton, football and what not... Proably my love for kids is because of him.

As a kid, I was never the topper in my school. Always stood 3rd or 4th in school and the worst of all was that a southie girl used to come 3rd. There was only once in class 1 that I came first. I got 93% and the usual topper saurabh got 92.33%. Anyways as a kid like everyone else, studies were never my priority: screwing my elder siblings happiness probably was :)) I vividly remember two incidents regarding my mom's most liked dish: rabri. My brother really liked the dish and he used to sing songs like "O meri rabri O meri rabri ... " while eating. He used to eat it really slowly and probably took an hour eating a small bowl of it. I used to finish it in 5 minutes. So, my father said to my sister, my brother and me that everyone has to eat it in 2 minutes and those who don't, will lose out on the rabri still left in his/her bowl. I did it in straight 2 minutes, my sister almost finished it but my brother was busy humming the "O rabri O rabri " song and hardly had a taste of his favorite dish. My father asked me to snatch both my sibing's dish and ordered me to eat them. As usual, I hardly looked at my brother's sad and shocked face and ate it straight away. I still remember my brother silently crying but I never felt his pain... I still feel bad about myselves for that. My brother has been the best person in my life and I still never cared for him as much as he did...
Anyways the second incident related to the rabri thingie... My brother always wanted to have rabri in complete silence and humming his favorite song and without chappati. I resented it as I used to have my rabri with chappatis and as a true RG :D I wanted him to eat his rabri with chappatis. I went straight to my mother who was cooking chappatis in the old style earthen hearth asking for chappatis for my brother. My mother said if you too want to have rabri without chappatis it's ok but why force your brother? I did not relent and in my haste to pick the next chappati my foot fell on the hot "Tawa" and my whole feet got burnt. "Jaisi karni waisi bharni" :))