I think childhood memories are the base of our happiness. During childhood I was very notorious. I was so fascinated by films, I still remember when I saw Amitabh Bachan's film DEEWAR soon during the break I had fight wid my sis. I moved her towards the deewar considering myself Amitabh and didi Shasi gave great punches dishoom dishoom on her stomach and beating her mercilessly.She was just like Mammmaaaa and Mama surprisingly staring at me,what the hell is going on and caught my hands. Didi it was mama who saved you.
Dad was reading newspaper, me and my sis we both were singing loudly still rem[mustafha mustafha don't worry mustafha], Dad told duno sing and gave tough signs to keep quiet and once uttered also to be quiet but I m wat I m.My sis told to be quiet,I instigated her no we will sing and then started full on.Dad got up nd thrash me so hard dat I fall on the table.Seeing Mama awestruck I just pushed the chair knowingly and the chairs fall on me, Mama got angry. Soon Mama and Dad had a fight which again I enjoyed with crocodile tears thinking it to be an interval.. [but pain kis chidya ka naam hai I also duno].
Did all sort of mischieves through out the day, at the evening when Dad came to house Mama used to lodge FIR complain against me to Dad. Dad called me I garlanded all the blames on my sis nd ran away.As a result she had to face the trauma of the FIR(beatings). I was saved and bagged on my shoulders for my presence of mind.
When mama and me had a fight didi used to be my life saviour jacket,but wen Mama and Didi start tu tu main main I support mama,oppose didi to be on safer side(dubious mentality),add little more spice and it turns to be unexpected fight. I enjoy my foods what mama cooked that time and just poke my nose in between to see whether the coldwar is still on or not.
While going to school mama was feeding me rice.I used to run round and round around the table.So maximum rice fall on the ground. Mama use to run after me,her feet tumbled over the rice and she skit, Instead of picking her up I started laughing and said Mama you ever knew you could also do such a nice split. Mama gave a frowning look and I ran with my bag nd bottle to school.hhahaa that time I was child, but now when I think about it.. I still laugh. [ki kara control hi nahi honda].
What great jodhas had used during the war time. Me and didi's fights were not less than any mahabharat, our shastra's were jhadu,rackets, glass,hanger, biting with teeth, and the most was throwing chair. Mama would just faint when we were on war fields.At last no one would be defeated but we both loose stamina as we were equally hurt by our shastras. Really still now I have the pain very much over there(didi there).hope u understand.
Coming towards my studies mama told the initial word "A",to feed it in my mind half her hair she lost,Mama you should thank me that I learnt it soon as it took half your hair, otherwise you would hav got the look of Ghajini, before Amir projected on TV.Cheers to me for saving my mama's hair and giving scope to amir for his new look.
My great masters who came to teach me, not a single day left me without beating. I think without beating me they just could not digest their food. ohhh God!! how cruela they were, My tutor used to beat dham dham on my shoulders, put pencils on my hand, askd me to kneel down infront of mama, papa room, but I was also clever as shakuni mama I used to drag the screen first and then kneel down holding ears. Til now people compliment me -your cheeks are so red. Its Deep secret. How to say its due to terrfic slaps i used to get from my masters, its just the replica of those which still survives on my cheeks. [akhiri nishani of my brain builders].One way its good I do not have to spend money on buying roose for make up.hmmmm Lots more glories but these are some few clipings which struck my chord when I sat to write blog. Everlasting memories of my precious childhood.
Dad was reading newspaper, me and my sis we both were singing loudly still rem[mustafha mustafha don't worry mustafha], Dad told duno sing and gave tough signs to keep quiet and once uttered also to be quiet but I m wat I m.My sis told to be quiet,I instigated her no we will sing and then started full on.Dad got up nd thrash me so hard dat I fall on the table.Seeing Mama awestruck I just pushed the chair knowingly and the chairs fall on me, Mama got angry. Soon Mama and Dad had a fight which again I enjoyed with crocodile tears thinking it to be an interval.. [but pain kis chidya ka naam hai I also duno].
Did all sort of mischieves through out the day, at the evening when Dad came to house Mama used to lodge FIR complain against me to Dad. Dad called me I garlanded all the blames on my sis nd ran away.As a result she had to face the trauma of the FIR(beatings). I was saved and bagged on my shoulders for my presence of mind.
When mama and me had a fight didi used to be my life saviour jacket,but wen Mama and Didi start tu tu main main I support mama,oppose didi to be on safer side(dubious mentality),add little more spice and it turns to be unexpected fight. I enjoy my foods what mama cooked that time and just poke my nose in between to see whether the coldwar is still on or not.
While going to school mama was feeding me rice.I used to run round and round around the table.So maximum rice fall on the ground. Mama use to run after me,her feet tumbled over the rice and she skit, Instead of picking her up I started laughing and said Mama you ever knew you could also do such a nice split. Mama gave a frowning look and I ran with my bag nd bottle to school.hhahaa that time I was child, but now when I think about it.. I still laugh. [ki kara control hi nahi honda].
What great jodhas had used during the war time. Me and didi's fights were not less than any mahabharat, our shastra's were jhadu,rackets, glass,hanger, biting with teeth, and the most was throwing chair. Mama would just faint when we were on war fields.At last no one would be defeated but we both loose stamina as we were equally hurt by our shastras. Really still now I have the pain very much over there(didi there).hope u understand.
Coming towards my studies mama told the initial word "A",to feed it in my mind half her hair she lost,Mama you should thank me that I learnt it soon as it took half your hair, otherwise you would hav got the look of Ghajini, before Amir projected on TV.Cheers to me for saving my mama's hair and giving scope to amir for his new look.
My great masters who came to teach me, not a single day left me without beating. I think without beating me they just could not digest their food. ohhh God!! how cruela they were, My tutor used to beat dham dham on my shoulders, put pencils on my hand, askd me to kneel down infront of mama, papa room, but I was also clever as shakuni mama I used to drag the screen first and then kneel down holding ears. Til now people compliment me -your cheeks are so red. Its Deep secret. How to say its due to terrfic slaps i used to get from my masters, its just the replica of those which still survives on my cheeks. [akhiri nishani of my brain builders].One way its good I do not have to spend money on buying roose for make up.hmmmm Lots more glories but these are some few clipings which struck my chord when I sat to write blog. Everlasting memories of my precious childhood.
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