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You can learn many things from children.  How much patience you have, for  instance.  ~Franklin P. Jones
A child can ask questions that a wise man cannot answer.  ~Author Unknown

My parents learnt all these and much more way earlier without reading any quotes,courtesy me
I have a brother ( 2 yrs 3 months younger than me…  a noticeable and respectable age difference which he never respected and we fought like vampires and werewolves)both of us were naughty but I was always full of questions even the most learned mind could not answer
like when I was 3 or may be 4 years old I once asked my parents if taxi grows up and becomes a bus
and then once  I asked my mom how the kid sitting behind me in the class could come first ( hey I sat in the first bench braving the questions,I had rights!)
but of course with each passing year the questions became more and more tougher and challenging…
Soon we were at the age when you would trust your friends, teachers and your parents in exact order
so when your friend told babies were dropped at the door steps or their parents killed postman you would have no reason not to believe them cos …well got to trust friends
In fact no one would even challenge whatever was being told in the class  and/or share all these top class information with any outsider( like parents and siblings)
so by the time we were in 3rd std. all of us were believing in a lot of things-
like every vacant house is haunted
or schools and hospitals are always built on a graveyards
or any new girl or boy is your enemy till they give you one extra candy on their birthday
or the person who did not cross fingers in time was the one who farted..
you know the usual…
and while we were growing up believing and  inventing things that had Einstein and Newton turning in their graves…. God was busy planning much bigger events as he clearly wanted more entertainment.
 so when we were in 3rd Std. he sent his special agent Lata
Now lata came into our life when  all the best friends, buddy groups were well established
loyalties were fixed( except Birthdays) and sworn on ..
but there was something about this girl that soon every one started following her.
when it came to writing an essay on my best friend no one would write about her
 but if lata said Our physics teacher was a vampire( something which she didn’t and you all know I am much more capable of spreading such news) every one would believe in it,no questions asked.
lata was quite a story teller and almost every day she would make up stories about something and that’s what made her so interesting..
Things none of us knew about, scary, funny, magical things
And within a period of 3 months she had spun a huge web of interesting ‘facts’ and stories and we were all hooked on to the web..
But of all the stories she ever told us the most interesting one and the one which has remained our top favourite to this day was  MAKE ERASER AT HOME
With Lata around,every day was interesting but this one season was bubbling with  information..
In every class some one was busy telling,adding more to the eraser recipe and in our class it was Lata..
we pleaded and gave her candies for this extremely valuable information and so started project eraser..
Lata told us to collect pencil shavings for entire week and then boil in a cup of milk till it was  thick and keep it out in moulds to dry for “exactly 3 days” for anymore drying would make eraser  brittle!
So after writing down each and every process in detail that day we all went home and tried it out
Yes dearies we all tried out our luck.. but no one could make it.
 But who would tell that to Lata !!
So after 3 days each of us went to school with a new eraser and told her and each other that the method had worked and from now on we too  will never have to buy erasers.
Am sure of all the people Lata had ever laughed at we were the ones who really made her ROFL.
Unfortunately for us she changed school next year and we never saw her again.
whenever I see kids making up stories and sharing tall tales can’t stop  wondering what more we could have learnt had Lata continued in the same school.
Every time I meet some old friend we invariably end up talking about her and have a good laugh …at our stupidity of course.
last heard she still lives in Itarsi( where we grew up) and has two kids… am sure all of them are boiling milk and making erasers
All These memories just make travelling back so much fun..

Magical Summers

I was born in the summer of 73. My grandmother used to say it was Buddha Purnima( An auspicious day; Birth Anniversary of Lord Buddha)

I don’t know how much of  this beautiful crazy life I have been living so far, has been due to being born on this day, but I used to feel I was special and to be blessed with magical powers in future with which one day I wouldn’t have to do menial things like homework.. 🙂

When you are a kid every thing is magical but summers were pretty special and adventurous. Nothing can beat summer vacations and of course my parents did everything they could to make it an amazing journey.

A typical summer  morning would start with morning walk to the near by abandoned golf course… me, my brother and my mom.. and often mom would take us to new places and we would walk under the bridges, or brave some slopes to taste that yummy looking berry.Oh it was so much fun….

This one day dad and mom decided we will go trekking in a nearby forest( just like that) mom packed water and whatever food she had ready at that time and off we went.

we were deep in the forest when we met a man and when asked he told us to go back as there were tigers(and a river) just five minutes or so away from where we where. Now any other mortal would have gone back but not us… my father was carrying just a stick but in our family we don’t go back, no sir( come to think of it its the attitude that matters isn’t it)…so we went ahead and  after walking for half an hour or so in search of The Great River and even Greater bunch of Wild Hungry Cats we could only be graced by presence of extremely thin stream of water……and as for the cats, nope no such luck…that incident till to date has remained our favourite story whenever we get together…

My parents pretty much shaped and coloured a beautiful adventurous spirit in us,travelling through all the known and lesser travelled path that was one day going to help us  living in present and shaping the future …

Once you have tasted this kind of adventure, freedom..your soul will never let’s you be shackled( may good may be not ) but it stays and tells  you to try more do more

Every afternoon mom would read us Famous Five, Hardy Boys or Nancy Drew  …we literally grew up listening to and later on reading these books…those were days when I wanted/wished for  two things-

  • that the summer vacations never end
  • I become a famous detective

this may also be the reason why I love reading thrillers and ghost stories.

Now the ghost story obsession came from my paternal grandmother and Dad. They would tell us all kinds of stories about their ancestors and folklores and ghosts….

But we will talk about them some other day…and believe me those stories are gems and you wouldn’t want to miss them..but for now back to summer

The best part of summer vacation was the new delicacies mom used to cook/bake for us

Starting from iced lemon teas to cup full of special coffee foam( my mom would cook anything and everything to make our summers special) freshly baked homemade cakes,breads, new cuisines ….yum  yum… am drooling while writing,….

and then in the evening dad would pour a lot of water on the terrace floor to cool it and we would pretend it was swimming pool( extremely shallow one) but that didn’t deter us from behaving like toads………ah bliss.

and the day would end with me and my brother chatting nonstop animatedly about the whole day and the fun that it was and planning new day new possibilities…

those were magical summer days and nights we didn’t have to dream we were living a dream…..

Dear Diary My Mom and Dad……

(why am i grounded??)

Dear Diary

A kid’s life is full of hardships and I don’t think mom and dad know much about kids.

As soon as I came home Mom asked me, “Did you fight with kids in your school?”

And I said,” yes mom they were teasing my friends, bunch of fools.”

“Fighting is not the way,” said mom, “next time report it to your teachers.”

“But mom,it’s not that easy,those kids won’t listen to a bunch of preachers!”

“What!” Said mom, “I don’t want to hear anymore, you will be grounded and punished till I am sure you are reformed.”

“What kind of punishment…and do you know punishments cause skin rashes, ulcers and fever”, I informed.

“No they don’t,” said mom, “you and manners live too far from each other let’s start building a bridge.”

“Here write down your favourite activity and next time you err,you won’t be allowed to do that for a week.” And then she stuck a paper on the fridge.

At least she won’t scold me next time I thought and wrote down an activity on the pad.

All she wants from me is to honour this pact, that I will, see I am not that bad!

Mom saw what I wrote and said, “You have to change the activity right now, there are duties one can’t shirk.

You have to write something you love and you cannot write homework.”

Fine I thought, but she gave me the choice then why can’t homework be on top of my favourite things to do?

Anyways I changed the activity, how to win mom’s approval! If only I had some cue,

A kid’s life is full of struggles; mom read and said no!

I love cleaning my room, oh! But what does mom know.

So I wrote down the next best thing which was on my mind

And to show mom that I really meant it I even signed

“This is it, your turns are over I gave you three chances to be honest, and this is what you do?”said mom who looked very angry, “if you can’t be honest in such a small task how will I ever trust you?”

“But mom,” I said, “I love eating vegetables, I really really really do!

When she never agrees to what I have to say, why give me choice?


Me the sad one


Dear diary

What a day, Nobody loves me I know the truth now

I discovered this horrible truth will tell you how.

Me: Mom I think I better stop going to the school

I want to stay at home and help you and studies cause brain damage

Mom: Oh dear thanks, but I think education makes you look cool and brain damage I think you will manage

Me: Dad, do you want me to stop studying and work for you I think I am ready for the job, let’s talk about my pay

Dad: Really, great, that’s the deal then. The moment you have the required degree to help me out your schooling stops, what do you say?

Me: hey Uncle Mat, I heard you need a gardener, I love gardening, it’s so much fun, and I am ready to leave the school for it, please talk to dad

Uncle Mat: I have been looking for someone, I wish I could but you are only seven, I have to let go of such a good offer, it’s just so sad.

No one wants me, I have to find out why, saw a movie in which the parents were alien?

I have to find out their planet I think I will talk to Jim and Adwen


The budding detective



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