I wanna grow up once again!

Whenever I see celebrities, famous personalities with age 22, 24, 25. ok any number <  30  the Bride/groom "candid wedding portraits” of my juniors, sub juniors, sub sub.. Juniors, audio “Ur getting OLD, you are growing old...” echoes in the foreground. I definitely know my age, year of birth and even positions of planets in my horoscope by heart! Still, face book strikes a chord every time I sign in! There is a saying “the older I get, the more I want to go back to child hood!”

Child hood was fun! Right from hiding the report card and praying, sorry.. Literally begging Lord Rama to do the honor of putting my father’s signature in it. Trust me i have written many “Sri Ramajayam’s” for such miracles to happen. Enacting the “fake fever “ syndrome , as if I was almost in the highway to death, till the sympathy part of the family members completely  drains out, and they kick my ass out of the bed, to school. Special credits to my CBI Sibling, who was my Guru , in this mission. We managed to enact the drama once in a month. In fact, we were so realistic that, my mom feels very  proud  we both have overcome our fear for “ fever “ after growing up, as we don’t crib now-a-days.

I grew up in an extended family, where the living room was filled with minimum 5-6 people during the evenings. That was indeed my after-school, after-tuition- continuation of gossip- over the phone timings. The after school timing was fully utilized for planning and talking about who-hit-on-whom, who teased whom, how to enjoy weekends,  where to plan our next group gossip sessions, how to avoid class tests, etc...In short nothing useful, according to the living-room- assembly!. These sessions are the major shareholders of “My school memories”, than to entamoeba histolyticas, differential calculus, or organic chemistry...

 My family members have never asked me details about my phone calls, but every time after handing over the phone to me, they “UN-intentionally” take closest spot to the phone, and “very normally” gape the things in front of them, deeply inspecting about make, rigidity and robust ability, “Very unconsciously”  maintaining pin drop silence. Inadvertently after my phone call every one ends their inspection, and walks out to prepare their respective reports “very casually”. I am no less, not sure if I mastered integral calculus or probability in my teenage, but definitely mastered the art of  whisper-in-the –phone, being audible only to the caller on the other end, and make sure audience decipher nothing.  Still, the family assembly session never got adjourned till I completed my school.

 As I grew up my CBI Sibling too grew up. His main job was to observe me, my routine,  he had a track of all my friends, my daily schedules..everything. HE seized every opportunity to complain about me to my parents with PROOFS!Once, I brought my college friends, home. After our closed room, round table discussion of college crap, we decided to go for a walk. My left out, CBI sibling wanted me to buy him a cream bun and I refused. He revenged, by spitting out all my cinematic gossips, and rants about “that” college friend to my mom (definitely there was nothing good about her, at least to be brought out on her face)..

I was shocked, with jaws opened... my brain stopped working and screamed Kams!, vanish, escape, evaporate, melt right now!!!. Aladdin genie did not come for my rescue, and neither something like movies happened; I tried to be calm and behave normally! Cut the Crap, the wall in front of me mirrored my “over” expressive disastrous face, call it anger, embarrassment, confusion, shock, irritation,the major contribution for such a facial disaster was not his spat ,but fact that he did THE DAMAGE for what, JUST FOR A CREAM BUN!!!. Somehow chided him convinced her and then, saw a wired expression in her face, and a faint smile. My Mind voice screamed “Target convinced, Target confused- , leave before Target gets the shit out of this!!!!!!!!I stormed out with my friends....

After returning, I persuaded my parents to give him out for adoption. I tried convincing them he was not their baby and probably got exchanged in hospital, which was unsuccessful like the previous infinity times. ..

Life got better when i got a job.My bro had become a teenager then.. I snatched his role, i took full advantage of it. Tracking his calls, overhearing his conversations, stalking his account during his absence,  and appended few more responsibilities, like monitoring-his evening chaat shop expenditures, duly pointing it during the dinner assembly, convincing, my parents i spend less(literally nagging them to accept)..etc so i  became self appointed C-CID chief, in fact, holding the position even now! . I enjoyed the salaried life, with peek a while match-making interruptions by my mom.

Moving to Bangalore was the best decision. Enjoyment of freedom, the gals gang, outings, chatting sessions about “useful topics for life”, shopping, etc. Life was so cool, except for routine phone call from my “soon-should- get-daughter married” mom. The Bangalore days deserve a blog....

Read this somewhere!

Feel your childhood
I want 2 go back to d time wen "Innocence"was "Natural",
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wen "Getting high" meant "On a swing",
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wen "Drinking" meant "coke",
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wen "Dad" was d only "Hero",
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wen "Love" was "Mom's hug",
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wen "Dad's shoulder" was d "The highest place on earth",,
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wen d only thing Tht cud
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"Hurt" wer "Bleeding knees",
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wen d only things "Broken" wer "Toys",

n wen "Goodbyes" only meant "Till 2moro".
Life has changed a lot..

- Unknown