It rarely happens that I m motivated to write two posts in a day, but the hectic schedule of the day has left me rather….revitalized. Today was the election day and my friends won all the posts they were contending for and that’s one reason why I am so happy and in a mood to again write something.
Exactly a month from today I will turn twenty on 29th April. Twenty….. Have I miscalculated somewhere???? I was born in 1987, so 2007-1987, yeah that makes it twenty. I don’t know what the hell I wasted (or used) these twenty years in. I don’t have any idea about my first five years, I must have been like any other toddler, saying Ma, Papa, Koko, playing peekaboo with my elder sisters, constantly being kissed on my soft cheeks by rough uncles and “dear” aunties. I must have given my mother a harried time doing “susu” anywhere, preferring mud over chapatis, and always craving for more candies. I still remember, my siblings and and me used to call Parle-G toffees as daalimaa ki toffee, due to wat weird reasons I don’t know. My father tells me that if he would buy a few candies and bring them home, we would refuse to eat them saying we wanted toffees “jo paise ki aati hai”, meaning give us money and we will buy for ourselves.
Flipping through a few childhood photographs, I see myself wearing a locket with a 10 paise coin entangled in a black thread running across my neck. I look not that bad, ofcrse my nose looks a little broader (cudn’t think of ny other adjective) . It’s kind of interesting how few things we remember from our childhood. I can’t even picture anything about my first playschool. Distant pictures do come to mind of myself being hugged by Palta Mam as my mother leaves me in my main school for the first time and I start crying. Then ofcrse I remember breaking the window pane in class III. Actually I feel nostalgia is something which just needs a place to breed and now as I go further down the memory lanes, more pictures come flooding to my mind. We had modest means, my father working hard to establish his practice as a Chartered Accountant. A such, I was never the extravagant kind, and it was that phase when I learnt the importance of money (read this in positive sense plz…). Though I m sorry to say, that I hav turned a ltl sloppy in the recent past. Interestingly, I don’t remember how I felt when I stood first in my class for the first time…But I do remember ****** mam banging Deepankar’s head against the wall in almost every class. Actually I met a classmate of mine who had changed her school in IV class, through Orkut, and the only thing she remembered in particular was the thrashing Deepu used to get. Most of my years between age 8 and 16 passed in the daily school routine. I was never someone interested in sports. I wud rather prefer reading novels and for that matter my elder sister’s History book (YES, I read it). From 16 to 18, my entire attention was devoted to JEE. I cleared it, securing rank 670. Decent enough, though I feel a ltl ashamed to tell that I cried for an hour after listening the result. Finally I emerged out of my room saying atleast I am the 670th brightest engg. mind in this country. Since then it has been two years here in IIT. Many changes have come in my personality and disposition. I am no longer the same innocent boy who wud lie down quietly in the porch sipping milk from a bottle ( this is wat my neighbours remember of me). Everytime I meet a girl, I first look her from top to bottom stopping at specific parts. My friends call it sexual maturity, puberty…. But I don’t really know. I have joined orkut, spend hours chatting with my friends. I have many friends in my hostel and at home. I am considered a good debater in IITD, am my department’s rank 1, am a role model for all my cousins, but is this all I expected from myself in 20 years…… Ofcrse we can take out the first five years. Still 15 tears is a long time. What hav I achieved, rather wat do I want to achieve???? The answer my friend is blowing in the wind. I still hav a month to figure it out.