Frivolous Childhood

Frivolous Childhood

Did you know that childhood is the only time in our lives when insanity is not only permitted to us, but expected? I still remember the tail when I plucked all the plants from the garden as it was night and I don’t want them to catch cold. And whenever people listen to this story, they say “HOW CUTE”. There are numerous benefits of being a child. You can be stubborn and will be called as delightful. You can make your grandparents to scold your parents. The completion rate of insatiable demands is not only astonishing but astounding. Trust me; I have 100 of handkerchiefs with India written on them. The mistakes at which you get the benign love form every corner. I must have broken 100 charmis cream when I was a kid and was never scolded. I can’t even dare to break a useless container now.  The unforgettable pamper that is bestowed on us by every single person when you are a kid. The strangest part is that you get the attention of killing a lion when you have only managed to killed a mosquito. I miss every bit of palpable love showered by the relatives when you visit your relatives. Not to mention the king size welcome, loads of gifts and affable demands. Everyone wants to with you.

Amid all these I can’t keep my school days out of the equation. Nobody bothers with whom you sit, with whom you eat and blah blah. I like to mention the name Tania. She was the girl having two bodyguards and the rest of it is confidential :P

I am not bolstering but believe me it was nightmare to be in the same school of your elder siblings and especially when you are not the brightest of all. They used to get marks and I was the one who was at receiving end. I remembered of drawing a dog looking animal when asked to draw a peacock. The drawing teacher, Ms Anjali I will never forget her name. Boss, she was my English teacher as well. And she has total of 3 periods daily of my 4^th standard. Ask me the minutest details and I will blabber everything. She scares my nightmares till date.

The visit to a doctor; I still remember that we went to a doctor as my sister was ill. Now how this is possible that I am not examined there. I forced everyone, cried the hell out to get me checked. And not to mention that I never had any course of tablets he prescribed.

When you are a child you don’t need to pack your bags, no planning, no responsibility, and no humdrum equations of life. Everything tends to be very simple. I really miss those days no bills, no worries, no broken hearts, happy life and always smiling.