Back in my childhood days i used to be a ... er.... 'wats d word again ' ... ya .... tree inhabitant. Well actually i used to spend most f my time on trees, either climbing it for fun or for plucking d fruits.
Der were many trees in my school n i luved to climb 20% f dem ...sadly rest were coconut trees.
Me n my frnds used to pluck jamun, chambakai, n also imli .
The imli (tamarind) tree stood at the back of our school building n it used to be everyone's fav. I luved to climb tat tree. It ws sumthin tat made me happy.
The school authority warned us not to climb d trees. But they never caught me at d act.
Dis incident took place on d evening f 14th Aug 1996. well i remember d date really well coz it ws d evening b4 independence day, when i ws in 4th std. Me n my frnd *******, whos shares my nick name, were killing tym doing nothing, after our cls hours. It ws raining cats n dogs.
she suddenly felt this urge to eat imli. so we went out. now d prob ws tat my frnd hd never mastered the art of climbing trees. so we decided tat i ll be the one to climb d tree n she would be the one to watch out for any trouble.... by trouble i mean, any teachers.
since it ws raining.... the branches were really slippery. n my white shirt ws no longer white. I ws somewhere nearing the top of the tree when from nowhere i heard someone shouting. To my surprise, it was the high school Hindi teacher, Mr Mishra. He ws standing under the tree holding an umbrella n ws shouting at me. I cud see my frnd running away . I was scared, confused n upset too. All i cud hear ws " Kaun hai wahaan upar.... Abhi neechay ayiye..... " . but i ws too scared to cum down .... so i waited on the tree for 15 mins, hoping he wud leave. But he didnt. So finally i had to come down.
Mishra sir scolded me for sumthin like 10 mins. I ws really happy tat it ws raining tat day, coz I didnt want him to know tat i ws crying. Den he realized tat i ws gettin drenched in rain n also tat my hands n knees were bleeding. so he took me inside n asked me who my partner in crime ws. I didnt answer his question so he asked me if i had any siblings studying in the same school. I told him tat i had a bro n sis studyin in d senior classes. He took their names n left.
I rushed to the wash room n found my frnd waiting for me. My frnd ws scared. she apologised for wat happen n den started helpin me out to get the mud stains off my clothes. I was nt mad at my frnd for leaving me that day. The first thing tat i spoke to her was... oh forget it... its ok ....
I ws a lil scared but still i pretended to be just fyn.
Tat ws me !!! in my childhood days. When i look back nw .... i realize tat i am no longer the same person anymore.
I ws a sweet kid back den ..... but today .... i am selfish .... hav an ego , n look for a reason to blame others for my mistakes. WOW ..... i wish i cud go back n live like a 9 yr old.
Friday, April 3, 2009
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everyone wer the same in their childhood days. just like climbing trees was for u, we all had some or the other obsession. but sadly nothing ever remains the same, everything changes and everyone changes, everybody hurts. so stop wishing tat u can go bak to those days again. live in the present "Ms sweet little kid back den"
ReplyDeleteyaaaaaaaa,thank u 4 putting light on dat.....dos trees did hav lot f memories attached 2 it.......d best 1 was me falling frm it & fracturing my hand....& d girls laughing at me....oh god it pained a lot nt nw,,,,,,miss u butter
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