Chapter 1. Mama chya gavala jau ya..

This was back in the 1990s when we were growing up to become as stupid and foolish as we could. My younger brother Aajju and me were in 3rd and 5th grade. Like most children at that age, we were tolerating the school and tuitions, almost half of the day every day was spent in the classrooms. For the brilliant students, the different classes "English, Maths, Science, Grammar, Social studies, Environment and so on" must be learning, but for us, it was a difficult morning. Aajju was still fairly well with schooling, it was me who was famous for all wrong reasons. I had not left a single teacher who hadn’t beaten me or put me on imposition. However, that didn’t change me. I got notorious every passing year. The study became my biggest enemy. The teaching from the different teachers was a torcher for me. I told them to beat me, but don’t teach me and so they did and then my parents also beat me at home which was a bonus I would get almost every alternate day. I have seen my skin color changing from brown to red to brown again because of the beatings. I was competing with a veteran chameleon then.

Like every grant child, we were some and we had our friends. But more than our School, Classroom or Tuition friends, the ones who stayed in the village were very dear to us. It was only for two months we got to be with them, but that friendship was larger than anything in the world. Back in those days, we use to have two month's summer vacation. This was the best period of my life at least. No school, no tuition, no classwork, no math, no teacher or parent cursing. no getting up early, no uniforms, no bags, no time-table, not a thing I would hate. It was my world, my time, my life at the grandparents (Mama che gaav: Kamat). I would wake up whenever I feel to. I'd eat whenever I got hungry and had as much as my stomach could take it and my mouth could swallow it. My brother Aaju and cousins Sam & Sachu followed me with the utmost diligence. 

Wakeup, eat, chit-chat, roam, meet friends, talk, quarrel, sleep late, bed fights, and what not. Repeat... Oh, what a freedom full life it used to be once. I wish I could retrieve that period..

That part of life we lived so well..
It was fun then, but now like Hell..

I know that time would never come back.
As there ain't no revere button in life-pack.

We were better off being not so smart..
As children, we played the best of our part..

I wish God gave another chance to be a child.
The one as stupid, an idiot and madly wild..

Would love to repeat the childhood at the parents of my parents..

As we would never know what childhood is if they weren't....