Thursday, October 8, 2009
Innocent, naughty, unknown, and lovely Chronicles of Abhi’s childhood
When people hear stories about Abhi’s childhood, they will never believe it. A boy who was never serious about anything and everything, a boy who never worried what his exam results would be, what will be his future. They will ask, “Are you speaking about Abhilash? I hope you are mistaken.” This is because my neighbors and relatives saw me as a good person disciplined and well mannered.
(A photo from childhood Album with sisters)
It was history class and I was sitting in the fifth bench from front. How will I beat golu in gilli danda(A game played using a stick hitting small wooden piece and making it spin as far as possible)? When are we going to prepare the manja(thread) for flying kites? When is the next cricket match between the boys in other colony? These were my thoughts and questions that I asked me and I was damn serious about their results.
The chronicles of the Abhi start from here.
I came from school and started running, taking long and short jumps until I reached the venue; “the playground”. I could hear a sound coming from the house in the corner of the garden, the message was decoded as “Monu aaharam karichathu poda” (please play after having your food)”. The voice was from my mother who knew I would have reached the end of the field by now.
I was a very busy child, went to school 7 Am in the morning and came back home by 6 PM from playground. My mothers time was 6Pm to 9 AM where she used all my strength to make me learn English, history, maths… ha ha… I should appreciate her for the efforts, my sweet mother.
Every exam result would end with a parents teachers meet. The main objective of this meeting was to make the parents understand what your child, sorry a better usage what parents have to do. : )
My house is in the heart of city, near to school and we will go walking to the school. you know why my mother would prefer walking? She knew she would be criticized in front of the other parents when their children are seen with good marks and this walking session was none other than an interrogation for what went wrong. Her dialogue “Let your father come, I will let him teach you a lesson”.
She will say this to my Father(Anger of 50 Elephants approaching a field). Oh no!, and the final way would be to bribe her with sweet words and crying face. My mother will fall in that trap and will never let my father known actual incident. My dialogue was “Amme njyan ini nalla pol padhicholam, kalikyan poku ve illa”(Mom I will be studying too hard and even will stop playing… sorry forget to say this all is with the crying face). You people don’t know the talent of the children, they can even apply for 20 Oscars and will win them home. : D
I still remember the day when this issue finally breaked up in front of my father. I thought “Main toh gaya re bhau” (I am gone). I was astounded to see his reply. He said, “Ok study well from next time, you are pass in all subjects right?” I replied saying (now with confidence) “yes of-course”. That was the time I felt the volcanoes appear cooler than ice.
The same interrogation was repeated for all classes from fourth until 9th. Now I was a professional child who knew how to convince his mother. The story cannot end in a single article as this saga has several adventures and twists that are not possible to describe through a single post.
I know my mother and I love her a lot, deep to my heart that it fill all portions of it. I know the pains she has taken to make me a good person, teach me how to love and live. Every mother is valuable and her intention is to see her child in the top.
I have a suggestion for the people who leave their parents in rest houses after they are old. “You cannot commit a crime more dangerous than this. Even killing a person would justify but leaving parents; the heavenly father and your deeds will never let you live peacefully for centuries and re-births. They will haunt you like anything, so please do not commit it”.