Childhood Stuff

Woh man,i was having a little talk about ma childhood with ma mum and a lot hilarious stuff came up..

* When i was less than ONE,mind you,ONE,i was OUT playing in the street,and came back home saying a cat had bit me with a cat bite rash on my arm!My mum s like"It was a quite road,no vehicles an all..an i was pretty sure you ll be safe."MAN.

*When i was TWO, i had my first sleepover.i was just having too much fun in the guy next doors house,n i wouldn't come back..i slept over :D

*When i was pretty young,two-three or sumtin~my mom said,i spoke my first English Sentence SELF-Constructed.As in,not repeating someone else or not taught by someone else.its sumtin ma dad keeps buggin me about.I was cuddling up to him one night and wanted him to intertwine his fingers with mine.So, I'm like"Dad,can you please link your hands with mine?".Woh,couldnt i have cum up with sumtin Jazzy :D?

*When i was in fifth standard,we had gone to this party,with all friend uncles and aunts n everythin ,roundabout fifteen-twenty people ,with quite a few kids 'round my age.This one uncle asked "What do you want to be when you grow up?"..Everyone answered Doctor,Cricketer an all that.Then it was my turn...i was known for my notoriety and people kinda expected me to say Engine Driver,Conductor or something.But No,guess what i said.

I nonchalantly proclaimed "Nah,no fixed plans, i would like to take life as it comes".
People were left stunned and impressed.

Ah, i love myself \m/.

*My handwriting used to be and is HORRIBLE.Once,in sixth standard,my teacher asked my mom to read my notebook.She asked him if a second standard kid who was just getting used to writing had written it.:(((

* I used to be this Totally lazy fella.Would never participate in any stuff.But then they said,you must participate in atleast three extracurricular activities !And guess what?Much to my teachers and mum's amusement,I promptly registered myself in two competitions.Hindi and English handwriting.

*I used to suck BAD at Sanskrit.Every time,my mum used to catch me and try to push in as much as she could the day before the exam..and i would just pass .My marks were ALWAYS between 55 and 65(no exception.This happened for the whole of sixth and seventh(i REALLY used to suck bad at it)).Then in eighth,i went to ma friends place,didn't study ANYTHIN,total bulla....and ended up with a 91.Yep,dont ask me how :).I myself totaled it twice again to see if i was making a mistake!

*The third contest i registered myself was Flower Arrangement.On the day of the contest,on the way to the school,i picked a few flowers,a few leaves an all dat,put 'em in my pocket and went to the competition.The guy to my left was Atheendra,smartest,most intelligent,most G.K,Best athlete for five years running,topper for five years running,winner of every fuckin competition he takes part in,and he took part in literally everythin,(He is now in IITM.One of the Coolest guy's i know.)everybody's pet.He had a Huge set-up with two-three hanging pots n stuff.Amazing flowers.To my right,Asha,counterpart of Atheendra in the other section.Similarly breathtaking flowers.In the middle,me,with a bunch of squashed flowers!Intimidated?!No!I called the judge over and proudly showed him my collection.And ran off pleased as he didn't seem to spend much time on mine :).


And loads n loads more of fun stuff.Feels great to remember n write such stuff.I'm sure you guys must have had similar experiences...share them in the comments! :)

Short Story 2!The Call.

I just got this idea on a whim...jotted down immediately.Comments please :)

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“Who the HELL is He?”

“He’s just a friend from office! Cant I have friends?!?”

“Friend my foot! Then what were you doing in that F***ing coffee shop all snug an everythin...”

“We were chatting about work, that’s all!”

“Work eh?!? BullShit! I could see the look in your eyes…”

“That’s IT! I’ve had enough! In fact, I would much rather go out with Him than You!

“Oh ya! Go on, call him up now and profess your love for him!”

“In Fact, I think I Will!”

SLAM.

Silence.

A few minutes pass.

He dialed her number, Engaged tone.

“DAMN! I can’t believe she s actually calling him up! THE NERVE!”

She put down the receiver on the other end. It was engaged.

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A Short Story...i got the idea when i was totally drunk and after a phone call from one of my friends...


He sat on her bedside…folding her hand in his own, softly caressing. She lay motionless…limp, peace arraying her face. The air was damp with sadness…he looked at her innocent face, eyes closed, all lines of worry dissolved as she dreamt .Her soft hair spread on the pillow, gently swaying with the slight breeze that blew through the open window. Silent she lay, chest heaving gently …a picture of quaint innocence. Young and beautiful…he saw her smile, eyes dancing …heard her laugh with abandon, felt her soft lips on his …an involuntary twitch of her cold hand brought him haltingly back to reality. He shuddered…tears glistened in his eyes as he clasped her hand tight to his chest.

The doctors stood silently behind him, having told him they held very little hope and they didn’t expect more than a month left… They averted their eyes when he turned around, searching for some snatch of help, a glimpse of hope in their eyes. He couldn’t blame them, they had tried everything and had worked tirelessly…he put his face in his hands and sobbed convulsively.

But then who could he blame? God? He thought as he tried to control himself. He sneered inwardly at all the believers. Where was their God now? If God existed, of all people, why her, who wouldn’t even think of harming a fly? Who, in her life, had never committed one act born of malice or hate? Or does God take pleasure in tormenting the innocent? Like the humans he created in his own image, maybe?

There is no God, he thought angrily, wiping away his tears, pulling himself together. All of religion is nuts. Ignorant masses who blindly follow what their priests or prophets or whoever, who themselves practice all the sins they fervently preach are wrong. He clenched his fists in frustration. God was a fraudulent concept and religion useful for naught but sparking off wars. Those who practiced it were the biggest swindlers. And those who believe in it, the biggest fools.

He swore silently and turned back to her, and watched as she turned in her sleep, a smile decorating her face as she dreamt of happy times spent with him…

He knelt down and prayed.