Part 2 – Flashback
Continued from Part 1
6. Ego !
“You can live outside if you cant obey us”
“Fine, Im going”
and I left my house in the afternoon after a huge argument I had with dad. Don’t remember how the argument started and what it was for, but I was just 12 years old ! Ohh, I was a stupid kid back then ! and that wasn’t the first time I left home after my parents asked me to. I did it once when I was in the 3rd grade !!!
I roamed around the streets with my Tee and shorts till sunset and when I realized I had no other place to go, I got into my building and sat on the stairs near the terrace. My stupid child ego didn’t let me go to my flat. Meanwhile, my brother kept searching for me everywhere and finally ended up reaching the stairs. He asked me to come home, but I refused and asked him to leave (ego!ego!ego!). After sometime, when I got really really bored, I went home myself.
Mom : why did you come home now? No one invited you.
Dad : He must have felt hungry ! (he started laughing and my bro joined him)
Me : I have to study !
Dad and bro still laughing !
Mom : your bro kept searching for you inspite of us asking him not to. And then, when he asked you to come down from the terrace, you couldnt huh? You are this small (referring my height) and you have this much (referring the cupboards height) of stubbornness in you ?
..and needless to say, that whole week was horrible with all the parent talks. But for whatever I did, I deserve much more than that !!! What was I thinking, crazy idiot !! I never dared to go out of my home after that incident.
7. My father-my hero !
It was summer vacation and one fine day, a few of us including my brother were riding our cycles on the sidewalk. That was my first attempt at public cycling after all the practice sessions I had at the terrace with my four-wheeled cycle. It was fun riding on the pavement but those idiotic extra tyres got stuck every now and then which made me the slowest among all.
We were riding on a pavement which was just opposite to our apartment and all of a sudden, a Pakistani jumped out of his shop and screamed at all of us for riding past his shop. That, I guess, wasn’t new to the rest of them because they sped on their cycles in no time and I was struggling to get that damn thing move. Moreover the look of that idiot made me all nervous that I didn’t know what to do. The Pakistani got furious because I wasn’t moving away from his shop; he took one of his slippers and whacked me on my back real hard!! I started pushing the cycle like a duck and searched for the rest of them. None of my friends were available on sight, not even my bro. I then rode a little further and managed to find my brother. The moment I saw him, I started crying and he took me home immediately.
I kept crying at home continuously not because I was hurt or embarassed, but because the rest of them deserted me. My dad came in sometime after his shift and heard the whole story. Tan ta daaan ! He took me along and off he went to the street like a super hero !! He barged into the shop and started screaming at that idiot; and in sometime, the argument was taken to the streets. I donno when I stopped crying, but I remember standing near my dad and admiring him; totally ! I mean, there he was, arguing in his broken hindi with a Pakistani who is triple his size, whose one small touch could have hurt my dad real bad and all that just because his son was hurt ! Dads are great or what !!!
My dad approached the law that evening and a police official did come along with us….but damn! I don’t remember anything after that ! Oh ya, that night, my bro got an earful from both mom and dad for not performing his basic duties as an elder brother !!
8. My childhood tattoo.
My world used to revolve around my brother and even today, he means everything to me (my brother must be choking now!). After his 12th, he chose to do his graduation in India and it was tough for me to cope up with his departure. For one whole year, I can even claim that I totally ruined myself; my studies went for a toss, I became even more stubborn and rude, made a lot of enemies, never cared for what mom and dad said (oh this is when the gum incident took place too). A day before he took off, he drew an image (almost similar to the one above) with a pen on my wrist– an image of a sun with ‘Simba’ written inside it. We were huuugge fans of Lion King you see, and we still are if I am not wrong 😀 This art of his was too sentimental for me to erase and I decided to keep it on my wrist until I saw him next. I used to cover it with a polythene bag while taking bath and each time it faded, I drew over the image with my left hand. I had a tough time in school covering it and so I avoided half sleeve shirts to school. I didn’t inform my bro through phones or through those long letters of mine about the preserved art and gave him a surprise when he landed three months later.
Incidentally, this was the first design that came into my mind when I decided to get a Tattoo this year. But then, it looked silly as a permanent tattoo and went for the Arian design.
9. The wish hair.
After having played a video game – Atari at our friends place, my brother and me created a ruckus at home asking dad to get a similar one of us. We kept cribbing for more than a week and finally our dad lost all his patience. He shouted at both of us for wishing and demanding things that we found in our friends home and asked us to concentrate on our studies. Both of us sulked the whole night and went to study after dinner. While doing my homework, I observed an eyelash on my finger. That reminded me of what I read in the stories those days – If an eyelash accidentally falls out, you can make a wish on it.
I mentioned this to my brother, but he didn’t care. I put the eyelash on the back of my hand, made a wish and then blew it off. I had nothing to wish for but an Atari. I am not kidding guys, the very next day, my dad came home after work with groceries on his right hand and carrying an Atari game console on his left shoulders !! Both of us were jumping with joy and I could see the happiness in my dads face by watching us go crazy over the video game !! Dad, you are the best !! After Atari, he also got us a Nintendo (Pegasus) and a Sega Mega Drive, but only because my brother excelled in his exams !
Now this is the clumsiest thing any human can ever do in his/her entire lifetime. I was in my 2nd grade and we all had a dictation session during our English period. I was well prepared for the test and the teacher started giving us words to spell in our test paper. The results came out and I got 0 / 10 !!! That’s right ! ZERO !!!
I went home crying and complaining to mom that the teacher is mean and that she gave a big zero inspite of each answer being right. I still didn’t understand the clumsiness I committed. My mom had a look at the test paper and started laughing aloud. She then asked for my timetable and after going through that, she understood what the problem was.
Apparently, we had Arabic classes prior to the English period and you know how the Arabs write. Yeah, from right to left !!! So during the dictation, I was still in some Arab world that I drew a margin on the right hand side of the page and started spelling words backwords. For example, Doctor became ‘rotcoD’ and Giraffe became ‘effariG’ (these are the only two words I remember from that test) !!! The best part is I managed to spell all of them correctly, but backwards !!
Now, read the title of this story backwards and you will know how the teacher would have felt !!!
Phew ! that was one helluva tag, isn’t it ? The memories I had described in both the parts are only from the first 15 years of my life. I promise to continue this tag after 5 years (if I am still allowed to blog, that is) with the best memories of the next 15 years (16 – 30 😉 )!!!
So in a way, to be continued……
Wait, not over yet. How can tags finish without the new victims ? Since this is an old tag and most of you would have already done it. Therefore, I choose the following ten who I think havent tried their hands on this tag :
Kanagu (his posts has all the warmth required for this tag)
Rakesh Vanamali (his nostalgic posts are always a treat to read)
Vee (can never refuse any of my tags)
Smita (I know you hate tags. How else can I take my revenge on you?)
And anyone who loves self torture is free to take this up !