Those infant Days ....

After a bump on the head, some people learn, some people like getting bumps on their head as they are kind of not normal. I am one of them, and even after the first birthday 'bash' i continued to get regularly having such wounds all over the body as i had a bad habit of jumping from place to place or even trying to do some acrobatics while being on all fours.

Well that phase in life was over when i joined my first school. A school with a rather feminine name, "Queens Park", i of course would have preferred if the name had been "Queen Spark". At least it would have been more like some super heroines name or something. Hm mm even if i try really hard i do not remember much of that place apart from the sliding boards and the enormous field that it had where i could raise Cain and cause enough trouble.

Due to some peculiar circumstance not known by me (however what my elder brother tells me it was because all teachers retired at once since they considered themselves a failure as they could not tame me) the school shut down, and i had to move to another school called Tiny Tots. I liked this school. At least i liked the name, and was scared that even this might shut down, hence tried to control my animal instincts while i was there.

This was not good from my momsie's (moms) perspective as all the suppressed desires came out while i was at home, and she had a whale of a time trying to control me. From putting acid into my eyes to see if it becomes as white as the pot to rolling down the stairs to see if i was a human or a ball or to small pranks like climbing up trees to see the horizon from the top of the shed or just simply trying to pull of the gardener's dhoti while he was at work, i did make a lot of mischief. The only time when i was quiet was when i listened to music. My mom found that out soon, and every time she had to go do some work, she would put on the record player and make me sit in front of it and go away. I would sit there like an angel not even batting my eyelids. But as soon as the record got over, the two horns on the head would start coming out once more. But mom would get the signal, and would be back in her rocking chair keeping an eagle eye on me.

People ask me what my mom does. Well factually she is a designer, but actually i think in those early days, she had a bigger job to do, and retired from that job once i grew up and took to designing.

I never regretted growing up, cause even though today i may no longer be an infant, in every step of my life, i still try and maintain the same level of innocent mischief wherever i go and in whatever i do. Someday if the two twain's (the devil and the evil, since i have no good in me) in myself meet, i hope they shake hands and say "It was teamwork, we made him realize life was never an empty dream!!"



Dedicated to the infants of the world