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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…..
(why am i grounded??)
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
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