An Enlightening Conversation

Since I am bored and I don't care about anything anymore and I miss posting on my blog and because some conversations make no sense and because I am practicing to be evil, I am posting a random conversation I had on chat with I don't know who, without tempering with any word, spelling or grammar..

A Human: Hii ...I think we met on fb is it right???
Me: Sorry...who is this?
Human: This is ching chang pow gro shink ku.....now u know???
Me: Yes. U r Parineeti Chopra from hasse to phasse.
Human: U know rajnikant from robot???? he is also karate champion. thnku so much....and.i think u know rajnikant from robot..in this movie he is robotic person... By the way in last exam why r u scared when sawing me in next bench?
Me: Y telling me about rajnikant? Which xam? N y don't u tell me who r u?
Human: This is like a exam question...sorry i am fail.
Me:What?
Human: I dont know the answer of your questio.
Me: U dont know your name???
Human: I have less memory...but u can check my profile.
Me: U have no profile pic. Anyway bye.
Human: Than wait..u got surpriced...
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             Ok...Good night...bye.

Everything is About You

While I muse over the day
It's unsettling, unfair
That you matter more than you should
I would if I could
Ignore you straight away

There were things I laughed about
Worked, ate, chattered, hung out
It all drifts away when I reach home
Now as I sit alone
All I remember is when you were too loud

Why you talk to me like that?
And be so nice to everybody else
If only you knew how it hurts
If you knew how it haunts
You would have shown some concern at least

At the end of the day I cry
Feeling helpless, useless, thinking why?
That one grimace you made
That one smile you did not reflect
And reasoning with your every rude reply

Your words are swords
Are heavy big rocks
Cause they tear away my smile
Crush my heart, are immobile
Swirl in my mind, building up cyclones

You tick-tock in my mind
A building up clangour with time
Your memories stubborn
Unavoidable trouble
Still you are first, foremost, important, prime.

What All Happened During My Absence

Sometime in June was my blog's birthday. I do not remember the date neither did I wish my blog. So me and my blog are not on good terms with each other. I am not going to re-read this post and check for errors. Don't complain and also don't run away.

Here is a quick view of all that happened last month. I went somewhere for my job training and some people tried to teach me about something and now I am working in some place among some people who talk about some weird, complex things which bounce off my head at some considerable height.

At the place of my training, I saw sea. I again saw sea. And again and again. And went into it too. And I am alive.

I bought a new phone a week back and have dropped it 4 times and almost lost it once.

Now I am home at least once in a day. Rest of the time I am somewhere.

 Yesterday, I cursed rain, or lack of rain, in my Whats App status and today 20 drops of water fell from the sky. I feel like the goddess of rain.

I could not read any blogs all this time so I apologize to all the bloggers who must have waited day and night for my comments. Now you will say u did not wait. See? I know everything. But believe me, u did. No further discussion on that, understood!

A few days back when I was climbing down the stairs of the office, I fell and there was a huge population laughing at me.

Today, I went for shopping. At the cash counter, the electronic display in front of me showed a zero. I sneezed, and instead of saying 'sorry' or 'excuse me', I announced 'zero'.

(As written on 14th July 2014)

Riddles

The answers to the following riddles are at the end of the post. Don't look at them before trying to solve the riddle. If you think I won't know when you cheat, then you are right. So don't cheat.

1. No one loves me
    I hangout alone
    When I am out
    everyone is gone
    People curse me
    and wish for rains
    As if I made the orbits
    and it was my mistake!


2. Light weight and stupid
    they make me and fly
    As soon as I take off
    I crash but no one dies
    Again in a different style
    ready to take another flight


3. I look like a house
    with walls and rooms
    I can be big or small
    and is cleaned with brooms


4. I cannot even ask
    'Who am I?'
    For I have no mouth
    no ears no eyes
    'something', 'anything', and 'everything'
    I hate and despise


5. She did it
    He did it
    She started
    He started
    She did it
    He did it

Answers:
1. The Sun in summers
2. A paper airplane
3. A house
4. Nothing
5. Siblings

This is what summers can do to a person. Heat and humidity make me angry and useless and I don't feel like doing anything. These riddles were written when I was on standby mode. And you approve or not, I am going to write more.

Image linked to the source.

Points To Consider Before Naming A Baby

1. Do not name him/her Jshaklmsknah(which is also my phone's bluetooth name) or an equally unpronounceable one. Because one day when he/she will be playing checklairs* with his/her friends, no one will take the risk to pronounce a 2.18 miles long name and the chaser will never run after him/her. Do you see how grave it can turn out to be for the child?
My suggestion: Look at china for inspiration. People save so much time by calling each other Chi, Ko, Li.

2. Do not name him/her Chi, Ko, Li. What? When did I suggest that, you liar!

3. The name must have a good meaning because you know how it is with everybody asking the same. Also, asking the question comes handy when you don't have anything else to say and you make weird sounds like "hmm...erm.....wellll.......soooo........uuaeeauaaeiigh......what does your name mean?" "It means Moon"
My suggestion: Go for Pooja, Rahul, Deepika Padukone and not Dinosaur, because it would mean a Dinosaur.

4. Girls have an another problem to deal with. One day out of the blue, they become "Chikni" Chameli instead of just Chameli. Visit a jyotish(astrologer) and make sure that the name is not going to turn into an item number title in future. Try predicting yourself on the basis of past data analysis. Here are some examples. Paise walo ki Pinki, jawaan Sheela, Jalebi Baai, badnaam Munni, badmaash Babli.....Please comment below if you remember any other name. I would really like to know.
My suggestion: Name her Guddi. I like the song Patakha Guddi. And I like Guddi too. :)

5. Don't go for unisex names. I know a boy Sudhanshu and a girl Sudhanshu. A boy Chintan and a girl Chintan. Confuses the person who receives their friend request and gets happy for an instant before plunging deep into depression when the expectations fall off a cliff.
My suggestion: Name her "Female" and him "Male". Simplicity always attracts.

6. Pet names are no joke. Serious business. A kid talks too much doesn't mean you could name him/her "Bas-kar". Its true, I swear on my green shirt that doesn't fit me anymore. My cousin was rescued out of being named Lilawati(my family has a traumatic sense of humour). My other cousin is pet-named Kranshu. That proves it.
My suggestion: I don't know. Just don't name him/her Mikku(personal reasons).

7. Think of 'all-countries-applicable' names. A person might want to go to a foreign country later in life. So, names which have a good transition factor will make a good choice. Harvindar becomes Harry, Samir becomes Sam, Manpreet becomes Man, Womanpreet becomes Woman, Sandeep becomes Spider Man. It doesn't? Okay.
My suggestion: Planet-relevant names will be just better. Like Jagdeep becomes Jaadu.

8. The name must have a good security shield. Like Zeenat is safer than Ankit. Having a name that starts with W, X, Y, Z can actually prove to be life-saving when the teacher starts checking the homework of class, which they generally do in alphabetical order.
My Suggestion: If you are interested in experimenting, choose the name Zyxw.

9. Pick a name that reflects the personality or some character of the person. If the child has blue eyes, name him/her "Blue Eyes". If the child swings a pendulum in your face, name him/her "Hypnotize". No, no. What makes you think I am listening 'Blue eyes'?
My suggestion: Yo Yo Honey Singh or No No Money Singh(know him here). Equally cool.

10. Do not use the name as a weapon to ward off evil from the baby. I am serious here. I know incidences where people are named Kuda(garbage). I do not know if anyone has ever been named Nimbu-Mirchi and I also don't recommend it, though it sounds appealing.
My suggestion: Be innovative and call the baby Kaala-teeka. If anyone of you just thought of doing it, then you have disappointed me by defeating the very purpose of this post and I will not talk to you. Ever.

*checklairs is a game in which a person chases another person until he/she declares name of someone else, which is when the chaser starts running after that person. Either it is no real game because Google doesn't know about it or I don't know the correct spelling.

If you liked the post, praise me. If you did not, then FYI this whole idea was inspired by a friend named Shashank. He was the person who said "My name means Moon" more appropriately Chanda Mama. He said he will kill me if I call him Chanda Mama, so if I am found dead tomorrow, he goes to jail.

Mother

I am angry with you Mother

For letting me trouble you

all these years

since my birth and even before

Why would you stand at the door

waiting for me to come home?

Every minute's delay weighing heavy on your heart.

That, when I have a jolly good time

laughing with a friend

or listening melodies while I travel.

It makes me guilty later,

and angry.

You laugh it off

when I complain.

I am surprised at you Mother

How you hold for everyone

concern and more concern?

From where did you learn

to love your children with such magnitude?

What is it that makes this bond heavenly?

And at the same time

keeps you on your guard and restless always?

How?

How can all this come naturally to you?

What is it that I don't understand

and you cannot explain?

You are a mystery Mother

how grave, you don't even know.

You don't care to know

like I do, in vain.

I scold you Mother

When I work all night

on some college project

and you keep coming in my room

inventing petty excuses

and timidly ask me

"How much more work is left?"

Let me deal with at least something

all on my own Mother.

Why would you not sleep

just because I have not?

Still you wake up the earliest

to make breakfast for your girl.

Why so selfless?

You make me afraid Mother

When I will go away,

soon enough,

I would not know how to live

without you.

Still you will make me

angry, surprised and scold you

for worrying over me more than myself.

If being a mother is to be like you,

I am scared of the future.

You have set standards too high,

unreachable, impossible.

I have no clue

how to love like you love

how to care like you care.

I am disillusioned Mother.

The mystery you hold in your soul,

the unpronounceable answers

you will take away with you

one day.

Solitude will be mine.

I am afraid to admit

I do think about and dread the life after.

Your Home

In one covert corner of my heart,

my friend, your memories breathe faintly.

I have handpicked your simplest gestures

and locked thousands of intangible souvenirs

in one precious, inaccessible box.

Since we have parted ways,

acquiescing in unfamiliar confusions,

that corner in my heart pains

most of the time.

And when it doesn't,

I open the box.

And little by little, live with you,

smile with you until truth stands bare before me.

When reality strikes hard,

it tears my happiness into shreds.

But I do not complain

because, you know,

for some reason, when it hurts the worst

I secretly find solace.

It soothes that place in my heart, your home.

For some reason, I adamantly keep thinking about you,

touching and pressing my wounds on purpose,

conceding myself to sorrow.

For some reason, I want my eyes to keep pouring

in your remembrance.

For some reason, I know,

somewhere you feel the same

you do the same.

P.S- My sister sketched the above picture for me. :)

..then I'll be yours

If I hurt, if your love I resist

If I shout and be shrill

Later you'll find me treading the paths

Dark, lonely, under the stars

If you come, join and look me in the eye

And quietly forgive me for that time

...I'll be yours

Through words, in sweet voices

I may confess love and express choices

Talk through hours

Fight through wars

But the day you are okay with

my stillness and to silence we bequeath

...I'll be yours

We may travel the world in zest

We may laugh until out of breath

My devotion will still be hesitant

If you writhe under moments of silence

When only the time arrives

we won't need to talk, even through our eyes

...I'll be yours

Minuscule! Videos Which Took My Life.

One fateful day, which happens to be day before yesterday, I came across some insect videos which changed my life wasted my day. An animated video was playing on Sonic Nickelodeon. It was like for some 4 minutes. I liked it but there was no name with which to identify what were those videos. Since morning I was watching all the crap on this channel, waiting for the videos. Finally it came and for a nano-second the name of the creator was shown and I forgot to notice it. Again left with no names, no clue and again waited an hour. When it came finally I could see only four letters of it and it was gone. It is a painful story how I finally got the full name and tadaaa....I have been watching these videos back to back on the Internet. It's named Minuscule. I like how the real backgrounds and animations are mixed in the videos.

My head is aching and there is a limit to which I can stare the computer screen after which I start feeling like I need to vomit. That's how I am feeling right now. Can't type anymore.......including the links below.......God! Save me......I feel like I am dying......Am I dead already!.....I see heaven......I am still typing......why does the spider look so funny in the videos?.......Why don't I study for God's sake!!!!!!!!.......I am a terrible terrible person.......Is it morning or evening?.......nothing makes sense in the world.........

P.S: If this feels stupid to you, I apologize for wasting your time. To compensate for that, watch Phineas and Ferb. If you don't like cartoons or animations, take a deep breath and forget all that happened here.

A Quiet Child Is A Sleeping Giant

Scene: It's evening. I came out in my garden listening to music through my earphones. A little boy, around 4 years old, is learning to ride a bicycle by himself. Even before he can pedal once, he is about to fall. And this happens again and again. I am watching this and thought why not ask him if I can hold his cycle and help him learn.

Me(removing earphones): Need me to help?

Boy: No. I know how to ride. I ride many cycles. I am very fasht. This is my brother's cycle. He is big now so he rides bigger bicycles. I am small na. So I am riding his old cycle. But I am very very fasht.

Me: Careful(he was about to fall again). Pehle dheere dheere seekh lo fir tez chala lena.

Boy: Arre nahin. In the garden Papa said motorcycle and motorbike are same. Place motor in a cycle and it becomes motorcycle.(turning his hands inside out, he laughed like a devil at this) Hahahaha... A boy was going very fasht on his cycle and he fell. There around the turn. When you go straight from here and then turn to this side...there he fell. There was a lot of blood on his leg and his bone came out. Then they applied Soframycin. Soframycin brings back the skin. Then the blood became alright.

Me: Okay okay. Ride your cycle.

Boy: You know this cycle had a button here. Red button. When we pressed the button, songs played. And it had a mirror too. Here. No, here, below the handle. No. Here, above the handle.

Me: You broke it?

Boy: Bhaiya broke it. The red button...he broke that too. Now it does not play songs. This is very old cycle. Bhaiya is big now so he doesn't ride it. When I will grow up and be as big as him, I will also ride bigger cycles. We will sell this one and buy a new cycle. Didi where are you going?

Me: Back to my house. You carry on!

Things I Don't Understand About Love

1.  Generally people fall for pretty girls and handsome boys. What if the person is not a good human? How long can we feel happy staring a beautiful face and dealing with a black heart? Days or years? What after that and was it even love in the first place?
2.  Is love a chemical process which carries out some reaction in our heart and after that it becomes impossible to separate the love bug from pumping of blood?
3.  Love is said to happen suddenly sometimes. Is it like starting of the ceiling fan when the switch is turned on? So when we meet "the guy/girl", the love switch automatically goes into ON state. Then it must be quite easy to turn it off as well I wonder.

4.  We do not fall in love everyday or with every guy/girl we meet. Love is a rare case. Calculating the average number of people a person knows, the probability of falling in love with one is pretty low. Carrying out the permutations and combinations, wouldn't it become a rarest of the rare case that the same person will fall in love with us?

5.  If love doesn't bring any tangible changes and it cannot be seen like body organs, it must be a software. If love gives sufferings then its code can be easily modified or uninstalled if required. Even re-installed in custom mode changing the name of the victim. I have a feeling that this is the way it is going to work with me at least.

6.  Love, the opposition will say, is something that does not happen to robots(as is implied by above points), but involves feelings and emotions. But then isn't inducing feelings too a strategy of the brain? How brain, being the practical part of body, can't change the course of feelings in case of rejections and heartbreaks?

7.  Once happened, love being hard to let go or forget is simply out of my understanding. Is it like having reached puberty that nothing can be done to change it.(From where am I getting such analogies!)

8.  In case of love at first sight, what if we fall for the exact opposite of the person we wanted as our partner? I mean if I hate liars, I hate liars. If a person is truthful or not is not written on the face. Then what if I fall head over heels for a handsome lying guy? And again this head-over-heels business is a lie, isn't it? Doesn't happen.

9.  Why being romantic is considered to be an inseparable part of love? There are people who talk day and night. There are others whose words can be counted on fingers. Then why not there can be a person in love but also unromantic at the same time. Or people who are grossed out by all this romantic stuff. Will that work? I hope it does.

10.  The biggest doubt which is killing me is- As a general gesture among couples, boys put their arms around their girlfriend's waist. Doesn't it tickle? Really! What if the girl is hyper ticklish and as a reflex action pushes her boyfriend and he falls over a bridge?!

A Part Of Life

The grass here seems to have put many efforts to contain its rich green colour. It is patchy on the ground, but inviting enough to make people sit, take some deep breaths and have a leisure time. The tree I have put my back on, is swaying noisily in the autumn winds. The air seems ornamental with the floating yellow leaves parting one after the other from the branches. All this simply makes the heart leap and pour out words of joy and happiness.

I feel the beauty of life by reading the impression of satisfaction, from the parents of two kids playing around them. I feel the innocence of life while watching this cute, pouting boy, after hearing me refuse to play in his team, as it was one person short of the other team. I feel the stability of life in the kite resting on a tree where no one could catch it and own it. I feel the motion of life in the person mowing the grass far away and laughing with his friend. I feel the curiosity of life trough the blindfolded girl, guided by her lover towards some surprise. I feel the delicacy of life in the feet of a toddler trying to walk. I feel the quiet in noisy winds, freedom in birds, warmth of the ground. I feel. I smile. And I realize that I can try endlessly to capture life in words and never succeed. Maybe it is not even desired of me. Feelings will always be meant to feel. Words cannot be powerful enough to replicate them exactly.

So, I will put aside my notebook, my pen, my inability, my excuses, and explore what is still remaining to be felt; new and unknown. I will go to that boy and ask him to take me in his team if there is still a place for me. If there is not I can become their Referee or Commentator or something like that, we will see. Because I want to be not just an observer, but a part of life.

The Incident Vanished....Partially

"I am not going to sleep tonight" Alina said shakily.

"For the fear of nightmares?"

"You will not be forgiven, know this. I'm still getting goosebumps."

"Oye overacting! It was just a movie. Chill!"

"Why not. I actually am chilled and shivering right now."

Alina and Ria were moving out of the theatre. It was Ria's plan to watch the movie. No doubt she enjoyed watching something real scary after a long time, and that too the night show.

"Ria?" Alina slowed down her pace.

"What?"

"Those two guys are pointing at us. You know them?"

"Who? Where?"

They were out in the open by now. Then Ria saw two people standing near their Scooty. One of them was big and fat while the other was lean. They were continuously staring them with a straight face, but the deadly impression they gave could not be missed.

"Why are they staring like this?" Alina whispered.

"Don't know." Ria mused. "Might be something. Let's get home."

But Alina held her hand, "No, I don't feel right going there."

"But we have to take our Scooty. Are you going to walk back home?"

Suddenly, the guys started walking towards them. They seemed to have sensed the alert on girls' faces.

"Alina...Run" Ria gasped as soon as she got a glimpse of a sharp shining silver thing in the fat guy's hand.

They turned back and started running. Alina glanced back to see the guys running after them.

"Oh God....Oh God....they are coming after us."

Ria started shouting for help, but surprisingly no one seemed to hear them.

"What's happening? Nobody even looks at us."

"I'm scared." Alina said panting heavily.

"They are coming nearer Alina. We can't outrun them."

And saying this Ria decided to have the courage and question those people chasing them for no reason. She asked her friend to run as fast as she can and hide in some place.

Alina was about to ask why was she saying this, what was she going to do, when all of a sudden she saw Ria had stopped running.

"RIA?!" Alina shouted, shocked. What was she doing?

"RUN! GO!" Ria said with all the force.

Alina did run. Every part of her body was numb and still she could feel the panic running in every nerve.

She wanted to ask Ria not to do this, to come with her, but her voice failed her. Her body failed her. Her eyes welled with tears and when she took a last look back, she saw Ria's neck slit violently with the silver knife. Ria fell on the road, so did she, shaking badly.

"RUN! GO!" Voices echoed in her head. She stood up. Her legs trembled. She fell again. Murderers were coming nearer. Ria's dead body lay still on the road. People walked past not noticing anything. Alina stood again. Took two steps, fell. Her knee got injured. When she was pushing herself up again, the guys had reached her, holding the knife smeared with her best friend's blood. And, they ran past her.

She stood up watching their backs until they disappeared around a turn.

Then she felt a tap on her shoulder and she shrieked and screamed until she ran out of breath.

"Alina. Alina. What happened?" Ria held her by shoulders and gave her a few jolts.

People gathered around them watching the chaos.

"You died. You died! I saw them murder you. We were running. You stopped. They killed. I saw it."

Ria hugged Alina and rubbed her back. "It's alright. No one killed me. Calm down. We will go home. I am sorry that I made you watch that movie.

Alina pushed her back. "NO! It's not about the movie."

"I think you imagined things Alina."

"NO! Believe me, it happened. All these people, they did not help us when we were shouting. They did not even look at us."

Ria kept consoling her.

"Wait" Alina said, "If you don't believe me then tell me what are we doing here? We are about a mile away from the theatre. Why did we come here?"

Ria was now confused and looked around. They really were quite far away from where they should have been. 

"Yes we are...but..." She fell short of words, trying to recollect what happened and why were they standing there, but could not.

Just then a car passed on the road and the headlights flashed on Ria's confused face and......her neck. Just for a split second Alina saw a deep slit menacingly imprinted there.

I DON'T Want To Be A Child Again(Continued)

....in continuation to this post.

When I got hold of Mummy's silver anklet pair, I had to try it of course. It was way too big for my ankles and slipped out again and again. So I pulled them up on my legs until they fitted on my thighs. One of those anklets suddenly came into two halves while I was adjusting it. My heart thudded in terror as I knew I would be scolded. So I did something really great! I hid the good, unbroken piece into almirah and threw the other one into the dug-up earth near my hose for laying an underground cable. For months and months Mummy kept searching it and asking everyone. And I was living in a mixture of guilt and fear. The best part is, I was 10-11 years old at that time. Old enough to understand that it was not the piece of jewelry that Mummy wanted back, but the silver that went into making it.
I definitely don't want to live back a time when I was literally brainless.

There was social studies class test the next day. I was in 2nd standard. I forgot the test as easily as I used to forget every class-test, everyday homework, my water bottles in playground, tiffin in school, sweater in school bus and every possible thing at every possible place. In class when everybody was writing answers to questions, I was shaking in fear of scoring a zero in the exam. I happened to not submit my notebook to the teacher like it would have solved the problem forever.
This happened many times day after day and my notebook ended up in a collection of pages with only questions and empty spaces for answers. With nothing I can compare the building stress as more such pages added into the notebook every other day.
One day Didi(elder sister) saw my notebook and demanded explanation for those empty spaces and I said it was my incomplete homework. Yes, I used to be a liar. I pleaded her to do my homework and she did. The ordeal was still not over. I stood in line to get my notebook checked by the teacher, silently but furiously praying that she must not turn the pages of the notebook and see my unchecked class tests.
Was that easy for a six year old girl? I wonder if I was feeling blessed at that time!

My parents used to send me to tuition against all my struggles. I showed my tuition teacher the date sheet for 2nd standard's annual exams which I had noted down in my school diary. She saw it and was confused for some reason. Then she asked me to go to Anuj's, my classmate's house and cross check the date sheet with his. I told her many times that I had written everything as-it-is from the blackboard but she just won't trust me. I was sent out to go to Anuj's house. I don't remember if I used to hate Anuj or had a crush on him, because I was too shy to go to his house. I wandered on the roads and in gardens and after some time came back and told the teacher that he had also written the same date sheet. The teacher was still confused but gave up and did not send me anywhere else.
During exams, one day when I reached school, my classmates came running on watching me and asked, "Why did you not come yesterday?". I said, "because yesterday was no exam and so it was holiday". "No, it was Hindi's exam. Ma'am was asking about you." I gulped. I had missed an exam and it was a big big deal at that time. That was why I was asked to check my date sheet as one subject was missing from it. Only I know how I passed that day and the subsequent days, and with what dread I waited for Papa to return home with my report card declaring me 'failed' on the results day.
He came home. A thousand questions were asked. Some I replied, some I dodged away with blink of eyes. Finally he told that the teacher gave me marks for Hindi according to my half-yearly exam performance.
Do I call it the golden period of my life? In 2nd class I did not know that if I have 5 subjects, I need to give an exam of all of them!

I had been a big time Dumbo and I still am. Some characteristics stick with you for lifetime, I guess. There are too many, more than too many experiences which I can keep on writing. Earlier I used to hide my mistakes, now I resort to mocking myself. My childhood was enough once. So were my teenage years and so is my present life. At any point of time I want to live only one time of my life, that is yet to come. In hopes that one day I will finally grow up, mentally, and be less embarrassed and stupid in future.

Some photographs of a KG kid's notebook.

An explanation of the Theory of Evolution. How L changes into S and S into 3.

This one is so neat. Because the kid had to draw only joining lines.

Kid's school's Drawing. Above: by teacher. Below: by student.

Explanation: These are drawings of 'A for Apple' 'B for Ball' 'C for Cat' 'D for Duck' The kid ate up E. 'F for Fish'. Kid was still hungry. 'I for Ice-cream'

I DON'T Want To Be A Child Again

This dinosaur has no relevance to the post. But it will eat people who will not read ahead and comment.

To those who say "childhood is the best part of life", or "I wish I were a kid again", or "There was no tension then and life was good", I do not relate at all. Life, at any time, is equally trying and fun. The only difference is, when we grow up we know how to put the blame somewhere else for all our problems. We have this tendency to prove the present time as the most difficult and project ourselves as a victim of circumstances. So we sum up things thinking that growing up was a cursed thing to have happened.

Now think of it; a child is a child after all. We cannot expect him/her to be stressful about submitting a report before a dangerously close deadline or to go through the pain of break up or divorce. However they have their own problems suiting their age, like a broken favorite toy or an accidentally broken Mummy's favorite vase. Five year olds face problems according to their capacity and twenty-five year olds according to their. But we seem to forget issues which we find petty now. Although they were not then.

When the whole world is writing about the awesomeness of childhood, I am called spoilsport. Though I am no different when it comes to going weak in knees watching super cuteness of kids, but I am pretty sure I don't want to step in their shoes. I have had enough of my own time playing in mud and rain. Because giving it a practical thought, a child is not enjoying his/her childhood in a way we perceive. The one who is enjoying is a person watching them, who is probably dealing with a huge debt or something like that. So even if a Jinn realized our dream to be a kid again, we would find our so called petty issues graver than our father having lost his laptop.

By now I know I always end up writing about myself sooner or later. So I am not sparing this chance either. Every theory needs to be backed by examples. So I present my childhood at service. Just a small warning before you proceed to read further. If you become uneasy or furious reading extreme level of stupidity, utter ignorance on someone's part or infinite degree of dumbness, quietly sneak away and save the peace of your mind.

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