I am ... "someone"... a wimpy kid from childhood... always demanding, as I used to see my self till few years back. But now, life is all changed, but lets start from the start.
I remember being a kid who wanted to gel with neighbor kids, wanted to play with them the games they play. But few wise men and my parents saying the games they play are not good. "NOT GOOD", for what, and the answer came as "for your character, for your reputation and your health". Good and I some what agreed, but never understood the concept of playing "Gilli Danda or Kanche" (a local game popular with sub-urbs or rural areas of north India), can have negative impact on one's character. Character a very big question, now, but back then, what was character? I understood by character as Nagraj or Super Commando Dhruv or Billu - Pinki (Famous comic CHARACTERS of late 80s and through 90s). Yes, I learnt English at that age and knew the meaning of "character" as a character in a story.
My question is still unanswered. What the impact of this game on my character? How is it different from playing cricket or hockey?
I remember an incident when I fought with my father for getting me a bigger gun, where as every one in my so called friend circle had smaller ones. My father was
explaining me that my gun is far more expensive and better then other's, but I had my own reasons and seems valid to me, even today. I told that I want smaller one so I can play with them without any difference. Also there guns being smaller, throws the balls far then my gun does (Yes, that was a plastic gun with used to throw plastic balls on pressing the trigger). And every one was making fun of me and my gun, being not able to through the balls as far as their guns can do. And all those seems so mature to me saying, "Your gun costs above 50 Rs and we got it for only 15 Rs and still we are better then you." Were they being mature, or were just sarcastic fools? Still searching the answer...!!!
No problem... life moves on and another year passed... I jumped into class 6th and then comes the Science as an interesting subject...
My father bought me another gun (I loved guns since childhood, but guns were not the toys I had, I had other too many as well and more to come). This gun was a branded gun and used to through the spark with some friction sound. I was amazed at it but still curious as how these sparks are being generated. I tried asking to my elders, my uncles, elder cousins or few neighbor young boys, but none could satisfy me. I tried asking my father when he came back from office, but he told me to play and not to try opening the gun.
IDEA!!! I can open the gun and see myself.
Yes!!! Yes!!! Yes!!! I can open and see by myself, and I did. I got my answer, the technology was so simple but when my father found me with disassembled gun parts, he was so furious that he did not even scolded me but just a single sentence from him and I was scared to death. He said, "No more toys for you from now onwards."
Naah... he is best dad and I knew I'll be getting new toys to play with, soon. And, yes, I fixed the gun with a new pencil lead to generate more sparks. Only if you know the age old technology.
Time passed, I got many more new toys but same old bunch of friends to play with who always seems to be getting on my nerves because always it were my toys, kits or jugaads (Indians would definitely know what it is) to play with, but I was always cornered out and they all seems to be enjoying among them selves.
We all used to play cricket in our street and though every one was playing individually, I always seems to be in a team of single player and all others in another team, playing against me. No one catches the ball of others and even if by mistake, it lands in to some ones hand, it will slip out. I knew that he left it and not slipped, but just because they were all in single team and if some one catches the ball hit by me, even if it came touching the ground, I am bold (out or in this case catch out as we call it) and I cant oppose because every one is supporting each other and all seems against me. And I threatens to take my bat and ball away, no effect on them. They used to play with the bat made up of some wooden plank (Taqhta). And seems happy. I used to watch them from window and some time cry a lot with my mother complaining all these. She will console me and done, I am happy again.
I'd say now, Welcome to teen age. And I am enjoying the life... "Jo hai, jaisa hai... accha hai... maje hain life mei..."
To be continued...
I remember being a kid who wanted to gel with neighbor kids, wanted to play with them the games they play. But few wise men and my parents saying the games they play are not good. "NOT GOOD", for what, and the answer came as "for your character, for your reputation and your health". Good and I some what agreed, but never understood the concept of playing "Gilli Danda or Kanche" (a local game popular with sub-urbs or rural areas of north India), can have negative impact on one's character. Character a very big question, now, but back then, what was character? I understood by character as Nagraj or Super Commando Dhruv or Billu - Pinki (Famous comic CHARACTERS of late 80s and through 90s). Yes, I learnt English at that age and knew the meaning of "character" as a character in a story.
My question is still unanswered. What the impact of this game on my character? How is it different from playing cricket or hockey?
I remember an incident when I fought with my father for getting me a bigger gun, where as every one in my so called friend circle had smaller ones. My father was
explaining me that my gun is far more expensive and better then other's, but I had my own reasons and seems valid to me, even today. I told that I want smaller one so I can play with them without any difference. Also there guns being smaller, throws the balls far then my gun does (Yes, that was a plastic gun with used to throw plastic balls on pressing the trigger). And every one was making fun of me and my gun, being not able to through the balls as far as their guns can do. And all those seems so mature to me saying, "Your gun costs above 50 Rs and we got it for only 15 Rs and still we are better then you." Were they being mature, or were just sarcastic fools? Still searching the answer...!!!
No problem... life moves on and another year passed... I jumped into class 6th and then comes the Science as an interesting subject...
My father bought me another gun (I loved guns since childhood, but guns were not the toys I had, I had other too many as well and more to come). This gun was a branded gun and used to through the spark with some friction sound. I was amazed at it but still curious as how these sparks are being generated. I tried asking to my elders, my uncles, elder cousins or few neighbor young boys, but none could satisfy me. I tried asking my father when he came back from office, but he told me to play and not to try opening the gun.
IDEA!!! I can open the gun and see myself.
Yes!!! Yes!!! Yes!!! I can open and see by myself, and I did. I got my answer, the technology was so simple but when my father found me with disassembled gun parts, he was so furious that he did not even scolded me but just a single sentence from him and I was scared to death. He said, "No more toys for you from now onwards."
Naah... he is best dad and I knew I'll be getting new toys to play with, soon. And, yes, I fixed the gun with a new pencil lead to generate more sparks. Only if you know the age old technology.
Time passed, I got many more new toys but same old bunch of friends to play with who always seems to be getting on my nerves because always it were my toys, kits or jugaads (Indians would definitely know what it is) to play with, but I was always cornered out and they all seems to be enjoying among them selves.
We all used to play cricket in our street and though every one was playing individually, I always seems to be in a team of single player and all others in another team, playing against me. No one catches the ball of others and even if by mistake, it lands in to some ones hand, it will slip out. I knew that he left it and not slipped, but just because they were all in single team and if some one catches the ball hit by me, even if it came touching the ground, I am bold (out or in this case catch out as we call it) and I cant oppose because every one is supporting each other and all seems against me. And I threatens to take my bat and ball away, no effect on them. They used to play with the bat made up of some wooden plank (Taqhta). And seems happy. I used to watch them from window and some time cry a lot with my mother complaining all these. She will console me and done, I am happy again.
I'd say now, Welcome to teen age. And I am enjoying the life... "Jo hai, jaisa hai... accha hai... maje hain life mei..."
To be continued...
