life is beautiful – the beginning – III

“well, i am back and i am hungry”

eh.. introductory line from one of my favorites tv shows homp(highway on my plate). it’s true that i am back but it’s not a food show it’s my blog so i would say “i am hungry eager”, eager to share my life experiences with you guys. i have been checking numbers the other day and it made me quite happy with the readership numbers, till date i have had around 3k visitors, out of which around 1/3rd were bots and 1% were the people who matter to me.

in this series till now, i have grown up to be a 3 years old kid, i have already told you about my first day in school experiences. it’s time to move on but there is a small problem. i don’t remember much of this particular time phase in order so i am gonna write in random about random events occurred during the same.

i never studied in nursery, i started from class 1st and escaped 4th to be in 5th. i remember quite a few funny incidents from that time..

1. my first theft : well, it might come as a shock to you as it occured. i was studying in j.c.j.h.s. (janta convent junior high school). one evening daddy started to scold me and soon mummy joined him. reason: prats found some money in the upper pocket of my school bag, it were few coins and a couple of notes in the sum of less than inr 50. well, a kid who is in primary class and whose pocket money was no more than inr 10 per month, shouldn’t have such big chunk of money in his possession.

unfortunately, i had it and soon the interrogation began. a smart police office(dad) who knows everything starts to ask the suspect in a hostile environment; while another(mom) gives a cool therapy and tries to find out secrets. at the same time prats was witnessing the good cop-bad cop routine while being a special person(the witness) and by now dad knew where was his money going for last few days in the sums of 10.

i was being accused of theft and all circumstances and facts were proving it against me as well but i was confused on the fact that i was being accused of stealing money. you might wonder, why? why was i confused? everything appears so simple. money was found in my possession, i should have accepted my guilt.

well, time to confess and express things; yes, i did take money. no, i didn’t steal it. confused..eh though i have few more stories related to the concept of stealing but not now, someday later, as they happened in my mid-teens or later.. mostly stealing hearts and pains and emotions

yaar, i was young and innocent (read dumb). i thought “why do i have to ask daddy for some money?”. after all, he is my father and everything he has is mine. i know where he keeps it, so if i need it i should pick it up whenever i need. though, my needs were simple: a cricket ball or some snacks here and there were all i needed in those days. you might not believe it but it’s truth. i needn’t lie now and i haven’t lied on my blog till now and i will not.

2. first major blame game: i think i was in junior high school. it was a humid evening, dad was teaching his students(he is well known tutor in the local, very respectable, i have witnessed it more than once) in the veranda and i was in the drawing room. around 1600 someone shouted fire; dad came rushing inside where he found me trying to extinguish fire with a cloth. after-that all mess and fire was extinguished in a few min; it was a minor fire.

i was the prime suspect because i was in the room. interrogation began, again. you could say that fire could be of any reason but my dad’s cop mind told him the fact that i was in the room trying to suppress fire without calling for help, meant : i was the culprit. i wanted to hide it. oh, come-on gimme a break. i was shocked and surprised. i couldn’t think logically that i should have called for help.

well, i came clean of interrogations and allegations and it all came on poor lass (my sister prats) as she was seen playing with a matchbox by my mother just a couple of minutes before the incident. trust me guys it was a hell of an interrogation: dad, mom & friends everyone did interrogate me. tried to take me under alliance by promising me that nothing would happen if i accepted my fault; i knew instantly that they were false promises but eventually i didn’t fall in because i thought i was innocent. i knew, i didn’t do anything.

poor girl, prats was blamed for everything, she was too young to get into an argument to prove her innocence. and as far as i remember she got punished as well. i think it was mental torture session rather than getting beaten. she has always been a sweetheart of all(family, friends & relatives) until she developed this finicky habit of mood swings; she still stays our (me, mom & dad) sweetheart though and she always will, no matter what course life takes us to.

at that point in time when this all happened, i really thought i was innocent. later, when i thought about it and the fact that prats doesn’t lie. i forced my brains to think logically about the event, i could play the dramatization scenario in front of my eyes. well, here it is: i was pretty impressed by one of my uncle’s (amar singh) maneuvers with matchbox.

one of them which caught my eyes was the one which fascinate all boys in the preteens; trying to lit a matchstick by holding it in one hand on the matchbox and throw the matchstick or matchbox away in one shot in order to lit the matchstick. i was trying the same and few did lit up while few didn’t. i vaguely remember that one of the matchstick went below the big-tin-box unlit and i guess it was the one which lit-up as soon as it went away of my sight.

i think below the box, there were some papers and one of them caught fire. meanwhile, i threw the matchbox away and prats picked it and mom saw her with it. as the fire on the paper increased, the box-cover-cloth picked the fire. than only, i realized there was fire in the room and tried to extinguish it, failing miserably and getting blamed for all. though, i did realize my mistake after few days. though, i did confess it to prats later, i never confessed it to my parents for a long time until now.

the reason has been simple. it goes to all parents; if you scold your kid for mistakes which were not committed by him. when he commits a mistake, he will hide it and in order might lie to you. kids do fear scolding and beating. specially, when it’s not their mistake and you scold them saying “you can control you own children” because you don’t point out the actual culprit. kids tend to loose the self-confidence.

as they always say in army back-up your man and in sports back-up your player if you want them to perform well; same way back-up your kid as well if you expect the best out of him. i certainly can say now, i developed the habit of lying because i was too afraid of my father and mother. they would always force me to accept mistake even when it was committed by others. if someone would fight with me, they would scold me for it. come-on don’t do it. it was not my mistake.

no-one wants to be a punch bag for others. to protect myself from those taunting sessions i started to lie and easily developed a knack of it because i posses a real good brain, lying was easy for me, it always has been. in a way it continued till the time, i got enough confidence in myself to say what i want to. though, i still lie to hide some of my acts for some people’s happiness; and if the truth doesn’t bother some other people, i tell them the truth.

now i wear my scars on my chest as they were medals… to be continued…