If you carry your childhood with you, you never become older

After reading a lot many diaries on childhood, I felt and came to a conclusion, that all my MSian friends were so well behaved and sincere.

Somehow, I was not one of you all. I was one of the naughtiest child that lived in this world – a living terror for my parents. I could not recall any of my mischievous things, I did them and forgot, but since they were so great, that my mother could never ever put it out of her mind.

Infant Terror : My initial signals began at the age of 6 months or so, when I started crawling, I would find the most unreachable place in my house, and then would cry for help. The remotest corner under the bed, where my dad would have to lift up the bed and my mom would drag me out.

I was like Lalita Pawar to my mom. As she would step at the chaukhat (or entrance) of my nani’s house, I would start crying on the top of my pitch, without excuses, no headache, stomach ache nothing, and would cry till she would not leave. 5 min, 10 min, 1 hour, 3 hour, my stamina was never ending. My mama log gave me the name Indira Gandhi !!

One year to two years : I started walking. Oh, that was a torture for them, I loved the hidden object game, rolling pin, oil canister, pair of tongs, anything would go missing and my mom and grandma would start hunting, from toilets to pots, road to staircase.

We had a fridge, which was kept on a wooden trolley. Also we kept water in glass bottles instead of plastic containers. Once I opened the fridge and found something very very amusing. So in order to get it, I climbed the fridge and me being a healthy baby, made the crack in leg of wooden trolley and whole fridge came on me, Bhaaaam!!!...miraculously I survived, without even a scratch...for long I was called the miracle baby.

Two to three years : I started reading and writing, I never wrote on walls with pencil, it was always my mother’s sindoor and lipstick. We had a dog; I use to poke his eyes. Also I loved to play with him in his mud bed. Immediately after taking bath, it was my favourite place, the mud bed.

Three to four Years : I joined school. Once a neighbour volunteered to drop me to school on his two wheeler. I saw something on my way, which was extremely exciting and jumped from the moving scooter. Just got few stitches on my left leg. I have a scar even today, though I don’t remember what was the thing I jumped for!

Ok the big one. I always found my nose to be the most fascinating part of my body. Loved to experiment. Once I inserted a cardamom in my nostril, then I waited, finally I felt pain and the cardamom refused to come out as it swelled. So I raised the alarm, It was so badly stuck, and my crying blocked both the nostrils. And finally I started getting choked, was rushed to nearby doctor and he somehow took it out.

But I believe in one sentence, all the naughty kids are the most sincere honest and simple adults and all sincere kids ......lol