My childhood was filled with mischief. Whether it was school or home I was always up for some pranks. My notorious acts were famous among people who were linked to me either via family relations or are friends since my childhood. They couldn’t believe, when they see me now so changed drastically. Their first question is -Is this you... whatever happened to you? It was Eid, we visited Hussain uncle’s house to wish him “Eid Mubarak”, that time I was in 9th standard and visited his place after a long time; I was sitting quietly with other kids on the couch near the beautiful table lamp. Hussain uncle knew me since childhood & was aware of my notorious acts, he asked me “Shaitani kyu nai kara rahe beta”. This was enough to make everybody laugh siiting in the room. “Everyone had a flashback of me, jumping over their sofas and throwing the snacks served in the plates”. Then he said “beta you have a very memorable childhood why don’t you write a book over it”. Whenever his words echo in my mind I am encouraged to write something on my childhood. J J
You never know where your mischief can take you.
During those days, I used to watch Jaspal Bhatti’s Flop Show and as you know kids have a tendency to copy whatever they notice around them. It was in my summer vacation, I was staying at Masi’s place in Alwar (I used to frequent her place more often).I was playing in her beautiful lawn full with beautiful Plants, 3 different colours of roses, sunflowers, daffodils etc. I am in love with nature and its beauty right from those innocent days of my childhood. Noticing beautiful butterflies flying & transplanting pollen grains and to watch plants growing filled me with happiness. It was during that stay, one day masi brought me a glass full of “Doodh me patti” as I always wanted to drink tea & as elders consider tea not good for children, so she used to add a hint of tea in my milk. Now, what? What I did with that milk? : P As soon as she left after handing over me the glass full of milk. My mischievousness knew no bounds back in those days, I offered the milk to one of the plant to drink it & the plant said that he was hungry; my love for nature beckoned and I fed that milk to that plant. I was just copying the “Jaspal bhatti” who also did the same in his show the previous night.
You may not find my mischievous feats cute or innocent like that of other ordinary girls, I was more towards courage and valour. To back this claim, I would like to tell you one more incident from my younger days which sent everybody into despair.
It was in 90’s, my masi bought a brand new BPL colour T.V with 21 inches screen, and we visited her place to congratulate. After supper, we were about to leave for our home, just prior leaving, I & my little brother were playing hide & seek, I went behind the T.V to hide, suddenly when I heard the steps of my brother coming towards me, I suddenly got up to say “Dhappi” and there was a sound of glass crashing down on the floor, OMG!!! What I did? Poor, I pushed that brand new television on the chips floor and its picture tube was broken. My mother ran after me with a broom in her hand to beat the hell out of me & I ran for my life.
How could I miss to tell you about my crazy habbit of uttering words incorrectly with elder cousin sister "Chhavi", who used to play with me & we usually uttered roti (chapati) as “Foonka” and Garmi (heat) as “Gharmi”.
I have a huge potli full of lots of fun and mischievous tales from my childhood. Will be back soon with some more beans to spill. Till then ciao!
Wish I could go back & live those moments again J J
