I remember....................

This post might give you a brief history of me and my childhood days. Here's the story...
Being an only child has never made me feel alone. At the age of six months, I went to a babysitting. At first, I was the only child there but as time passed, many new children came and I got a chance to be the leader. Anything without my permission would result in ******. But , frankly, I consider myself really lucky to be a part of my babysitting family. I wish to share some of precious memories through this blog post so, let's begin.
Our babysitting family was HUGE. Beginning from the seniors, My aunty, uncle and their sons, Swapnil and Bipin. And in our bachcha- party, Soumya, Swarup, Siddhesh, Cookie, Babuli and Ojhal. NOw, let me give a brief description of eveyone. Soumya, Swarup's twin, sweet, truthful, honest, caring, never involves in crimes, three years younger than me and my best buddy and doll partner. Swarup, Soumya's twin, naughty, wicked, sometimes, my crime partner but mostly, my rival. Siddhesh, the banterer, joker, non - weeper, and Swarup's crime partner. Cookie, sweet little cookie, quiet, scared, soft and ever - smiling. Babuli, Cookie's little brother, naughty, at first girls' pet but then Swarup's and Siddhesh's crime partner (we were surely mad at that). Ojhal, the baby, bed - wetter and the non-stop crier. And at the seniors, our auntie, lovely, caring, sometimes sweet and sometimes sour and always stays in the kitchen. Our uncle sometimes strict and sometimes really funny. Bepin dada, quiet, sensitive and awefully kind. Swapnil dada, our rival, really naughty, always ready to fight and a leg - puller (I can't think of any other word).I can never forget how much masti we used to do. i remenber those times when I kicked the oil drum and spilled all the oil incurring aunty's wrath and when I hit Swarup with a stone when he pulled all the sponge out of my new candy doll, and when I and Soumya used to lock the door of our room and never used to let any of the boys in and spoil our doll set. Well, the boys surely got mad at that and threatened to throw our shoes out of the balcony into the muddy pool when I used to say ,"Throw it off, mudheads, we'll get new shoes from our mummies and you won't!" This worked sometimes but at other times,Soumya, getting scared,would open the door and let the boys spoil our game. She is actually the "girl". Unlike her, I was really rough and boyish in my ways. One good example is the fights I used to have with Swapnil dada and Swarup. AS I said, I was the gang leader and Swarup won't accept it. Swapnil dada was really a sport even though he used to fight with us. Sometimes, he would be really funny and tease Soumya asking about the brand of atta she eats and call me idli-sambar. These are the memories that lie still fresh in my mind. I remember how muddy we used to get after playing in the park and how our aunty would wipe us clean and in case of Swarup and Siddu, she'd scrub them clean and give them a violent bath. Gosh, she used to rub us till we shone. And in evening before our mummies and daddies took us away, she used to comb our hair and empty out the whole bottle of talcum powder unevenly on our faces. We used to look as if we had come out of a flour - mill. And coming to cuisine,she is one of the best cooks I've ever known. Her "varan bhath with val bhaji" used to be simply adorable. I remember the fights the others would have when she used to make anything non - veg. At those times, she used to make my fav dishes specially for me (I am a veggie, u see). I remenber those days when only I knew how to handle the tv remote and everyone used to beg to me for putting their favourite channels. I used to feel proud. Whenever some mischief was discovered, I used to pose up like a martyr and make an innocent face.
I badly miss those days and I really wish that I could taste those sweet experiences over and over again. I know that I won't be able to go through the same phase again so I consider myself really lucky to have lived in two homes, experiencing double joy, recieving double love and sharing double happiness throughout...........

Break time!Blog time!

I am finally giving myself a short break after nine days of frenzied struggle with my books. I know, I oughtn't sit here when I have one more exam left, i.e science. But that's just after two days. I think I really need a tiny break after I have been deprived of this since nine days. Just after two days, I am gonna be freeeeeeeeeeeee!!! And I am thoroughly excited about it. As usual,I have been forbidden to watch TV or read books but surely I can blog. I 've been trying to take some online guitar lessons but the snail pace internet at home frustrates me. It's taking a long time just for the video to buffer so I am trying to soften this frustration by blogging a bit. After taking a short lesson, I am massaging the deep marks of guitar strings on my hands by typing. I think I gotta hang up coz my masala dosa is getting cold and surely I can see mummy's symptoms of getting mad at me!!!
At last, I promise to blog more after 15th. So !stay tuned! Toodles!

Humming with a fast pace

The history is repeating itself again. Now.......... in just a span of four days.......the thing that makes your hair raise and gives a shiver down your spine.........EXAMS!!!!!!! I donno why I feel that everything is just going tooo fast. But this time, I am really liking it. Soon, my exams are gonna be over and then the 15 days' vacaton and then a new academic session. In about a month, I'll be in the ninth grade, wearing "salwar"(that's the worst part of it) and when I come to think of it, it seems a far way........ that's genuine, isn't it???? just seems la di la for words.......

The hilarious encounter

After I complete this post, you might come to know how I waste my afternoons. Today afternoon, I came back from school, barged into the house, immediately started shouting some songs and went to wash my hands. And then I got the shock of my life. By god!!!!!!! THERE WAS A BIIIIIG COCKROACH ! YA YA !!! A BIIIIG dead COCKROACH!!!! Immediately I began screaming madly. i phoned daddy and then I phoned mummy and kept on wailing. Then, i felt quite brave. I said to myself "Chill Geet... just a dead cockroach ..." Then I went and switched on the Tv 's main switch , but there was a power cut. This was too much for me. I controlled myself and went to the kitchen. And ...... another cockroach there!! "yuck", I screamed and rang up mummy and daddy and told them that another cockroach was lingering past my food and that power was cut (feeling frustrated). I swore not to eat food. Worried, mummy and daddy started giving instructions to kill the cockroach but I remained obstinate. An hour later, I discovered that the cockroach in the kitchen had commited suicide in our kitchen sink and the "dead cockroach" in the wash basin had woken up when I had turned on the tap to wash my hands. I was about to run away from there again and phone mummy and daddy again when a thought struck me " What if I kill the pest of a cockroach and get rid of it. It'll make papa believe that I am a little brave. Maybe just a little..." And then, I made up my mind to tackle the six legged pest alone. I began singing "aa dekhe zara, kisme kitna hai dum...." . I turned on the tap in top speed and tried to drown the stupid cockroach but every time water drained out , it began to crawl out again. I tried out several times but I was no good. It was obstinate too. Just like the stupid itsy bitsy spider. Why are pests so wacky? I kept the tap open and the cockroach kept swimming. It was a fabulous swimmer, i must say. If it would have been my friend I would have enquired about its coach. So finally.... I climbed up a chair and took the pest killer spray and sprayed it on. And it died. I gave my victorious laughter. "wah ha ha ha ha!!!!!" And I boasted a great deal about it to daddy and mummy.Now , after 5 hrs, when I think of what I did, I realise, HOW SILLY I GET SOMETIMES! It's still in the wash basin. Poor soul ..... or was it really ????

Time runs so fast

It wasn't long before I wrote about my 7th grade final exams and now I am sitting over here, enjoying, after completeing my 8th grade half yearly examinations. It wasn't long before I was sitting on my bed wishing for holidays and freedom from exams and now its all over. I have completed my holidays and half yearly exams for the next grade. This span of time seems too short for me. I don't exactly know why it is but maybe it's because time crosses its usual speed limits when you are happy and spend you time usefully. It just seems like it was only yesterday when I sat on my bed and moaned and groaned for the exams to finish off. At that time I had wished if I could fast forward time and move on to blissful holidays. But now, I feel like rewinding time and go back to those lovely days when I flew to my uncle's place and enjoyed with everyone. I badly wish if I could treasure these precious moments and never allow them to end! But this is not the first time. This happens with me every time. Only when I am having loads of fun and never want some moments to to perish.......... (bang)... they perish away. I wish if I had a net to catch them, a fevicol to glue them right there or a magnet to attract them . But i realised that these things were not easily available astime cannot be frozen at any temparature. Man has crossed almost every ocean but can never cross the ocean of time. Well, till yesterday I was supporting this thought that time is rushing past us but may be I had forgotten that we humans had coached time. Whenever we have much time with us, we either use it or waste it. As it is rightly said that "Good and Bad days have to end some time! I guess I'll have to showcase some of my so precious moments in my mind and never let them melt away!