PART 1

Hmmmmmmmm I started with writing about friends but, felt I m nt yet ready to write about it as of now(emotional subconscious) ,so its due for next time. Lately I m going through rough phase and I hardly recognize what happened to me. I don’t remember h ow I was before, when I stopped being what I was and became what I m now.So this blog is to reminisce one of most sought after(in my family) adventure of a lifetime. My co partner in this fiasco is my dear brother prashanth.
I was 12 years old then and without care of the world.i was just this gal with my head always in books knowing no pleasure of life. My brother was though a complete opposite.He was this cool kid who used to make my boring life hell. Its funny I never thought I would say this but I miss my hell.I just finished with my exams and was gearing up for a boring monotonos summer except little did I know that this was going to be a different one.For the first time my parents decided that we should go to our grandparents place in madras without them alone.Of course my moms brother, our uncle accompanied us in the journey.Looking back now I hardly remember the journey coz maybe I was asleep as soon as I gt into the train.i tend to sleep heavily by 8 30.i was woken up by my uncle.i gt down quickly and stood like a doll. My uncle gave me a small water bottle to carry and I was like I was carrying the whole load making grunts and everything. He had no other go but to relieve me off myburden. When I gt out onto the platform, we were greeted by stinking smell of fish all over and live fish on the ground beating for its life. We just walked through like it was some wonderland with open mouth.there was also this strange language that everyone conversed in. it added to the mystery. We finally reached our grandmas place and rested happily,dined heavily.At grandmas place along with grandpa, my bachelor uncle used to stay.two days went by swiftly and pleasantly.Now u know how bachelor uncles are, they think they are the most disciplined and think its their responsibility to make everyone else follow their monotony.I was shocked to know 5 in the morning would be so dark.WE were woken up by him, and asked to fetch milk by the corner of street. Now we are kids but not innocent, we were like we don’t know language e and stuff like that.The thing here one should understand is bribery starts at very young age, we were told we cud buy our own chocolates with left over amount. We jumped at the proposal and ran along the cold dark streets memorizing what we shld say to shopkeeper.When we finally reached the shop we forgot and just showed milk packet and 2 chocolates.Then we spent later part of the day with out grandpa asking us logical or math questions ,whoever answered is supposed to get like rs20 . we maintained a log book for that.Daily afternoon we were avid viewers of THE CENTURIONS. We decided our characters in that already and lived every episode.One week passed by quickly and then as we would have it we gt bored, missed our parents felt the schedule tightening around us.so we decided to call. We planned our call ver carefully. My brother would take bath and I would be in the attached room.he would stake out ny intruders(my uncle ,grandma) I would mak the call.i made the call and was my sweet moms tone, but was greeted with some gibberish crap.tried twice and met the same outcome.Then we figured out something was wrong , we enquired our grandpa carefully like we are asking for knowledge or something carefully gt the std code for our place and thn spoke to my mom next day like our lives depended on it,told her ‘there is no much time,call us in the nite,don’t let nyone kno we called u’. we may ve been a tad bit carried over by centurions.thn we argued daily for centurions coz it clashed with news.my mom called and we acted like we were surprised and she said she ll come as soon as she can possible a week.A lot happened in the following week.
Now there was this puja room,my bro and I pray daily for 30 min( we would like to concentrate on all gods).One fine day my brother did not come out even after 30 min and I was kinda losing my patience.i was walking to and fro with frustration wen he came outside suddenly and dragged me inside.what he showed me nex t is nothng less to fantasy land.

PART 2

We saw toys,all sorts of,purses, glittery stuff,accessories,handy stuff and more toys.its like toyland oly everything for free. We dint kno what to do. We did oly one thng which we cud think of. I divereted my grandma with cooking and complimentary talk and my bro tooksome stuff packed in our suitcase. We carried this installment business daily and one day the worst happened ,our grandma caught us,but instead of scolding she showed us new places where we cud fine more stuff.basically our uncle used to own shop which he gt rid off now after he gt into stock business.everyday became investing day ,we dint want to do nythng wrong. So we gt up on time had math sessn on time, foregone almost all the stuff except centurions and swat kats(btw I m eraser).Slowly our othr cuzns the twins dropped in along with some more cousins.
We used to have a ball.WE used to play tennis I was no good but all my bros tried to teach me a lot.then we made bow and arrow and played a lot.there were these fat tamil guys in next apartment and they used to make fun of our gang. Sometimes ppl snap and I did so once.i just hit them with my arrow and we all took off in gr8 hurry.Dint go out for like 3 days I think.Then there was this crazy lady downstairs we used to stare at.Then we used to maintain our grandmas garden daily and only once went with her to the most busiest market ever. I don’t remember much, I remebr I was pushed like hell and ya that’s it. We went to kishkinta, it was a gr8 place I had my fist Columbus ride, I was scared like hell and made to look after another kid.Hated every moment but seeing her cry, I think that was the first time when I did not cry inspite of so wanting to cry.My first brush with video games wen we went to that big video game place, I dontrember thename. But it was perfect. We manipulated our uncle to buy us more coins to play,manipulation meaning in the lowest form, by making big eyes and all that crap. Hehe. Then we went for ymca, the biggest swimming pool or something, I think I walked in water mostly, splashed it along, cudnt learn swimming bcoz I cudnt trust my bros theory of lfoating in water.
Everyone wanted in on everything.frm centurion characters t o fantasy items. We argues abt everything like hell hid everything sat on our suitcases wen elders walked in.Infact we dint ve time to talk to our parents either.Then they say u shld not wake a sleeping lion.Well my cousins did wake me up per se.They wanted one of my purses and they were like u re a gal u don’t need and snatched it from me. I warned thm I would tell to my uncle.They did not heed to me, they crossed their line and off I went .I don’t like to be dominated or nythng even if that meant I would go down with them.It was a long while ago I don’t remember what happened after that but I do remember I stil have that purse in my stuff and a lot of othr stuff which we hid in our secret compartment.so wenw e were busted me and prash ly lost like 30% of our stuff unlike others who stashed everything at a place.
Weird though, all the stuff that we lifted were never used.they are still hanging around unused and new.But whenever I see them when dusting around etc.; I think everytime I explore them like it’s the first time with same awe of fantasy.It was my wonderland.For me that summer was not just about hanging around, it was about independence,exploring,bonding and dare i add meticulous planning(he he) and our entry into crime world.There was something about me then ,that i m missing now, it cud be the fun, it cud be the living in the moment concept, it could just be ignorance i m nt sure, wat i m sure of though is
woh lamhe jo guzar gaye
phir kyun nahi aa jaaye
shayad woh lamhe yaad karne ke liye hi hain
jab hamara dil gumsum sa hain
i m getting better at this i guess.